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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 28

Summary:  Cozette Selene Everett is welcomed to the world

Pairings:  Hayden Everett X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, daddy kink, breeding kink (?), labor, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.1K

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“And when you get here I am going to hold you all the time.  You’ve got those pretty lips like your mama, but where did those cheeks come from?  And…and Doodle, well, he’s going to follow you around.  He already follows your mom around so much more since you’ve been swimming in there.  And…and your Nini can’t stop crying whenever she talks about you, and Poppy said he’s going to hold you and all his grand babies, and…and…Cozy!  Cozy baby,” Hayden presses his mouth more on your stomach.  Talking on it like a child would talk through a closed window.

“Cozy baby, are you awake?  Kick my face!” Blowing raspberries on your stomach you start giggling.  Running your fingers through his hair, you wonder how you ever got to be so lucky to be married to this handsome dork.  “Doll, make my baby kick me.  Ah!  Look!  There her is.  That’s my baby,” his pretty eyes pout up at you.  “I want her to hurry up.  You’re past the due date.  It’s…oh!  My!  God!  Doll face, do you know what tomorrow is?  Like in two hours, tomorrow?”

“What day is it tomorrow, Haydes?”

“The Fourth of July.  Cozy!  You come out of there right now.  I want an all American baby!  Wait.  Google how to put you into labor.  Hold please, my beautiful baby Doll,” giving your belly a hard smooching kiss he sits up, looking through his phone.  

His smile gets real big, and then he lowers his gaze at you, “No.”

“Doll, it says it.  It says it right here that coming on the big fat cock of Hayden Everett is what makes you go into labor.”

“No, it does not!”

“Okay,” he rolls his eyes, lifting you from your sitting position, “It doesn’t say that, but it does say that sex works.  So, get on your knees, I’ll put a pillow under you, and let me fuck you into labor.  Come on.  Let’s go, get into position.”

You shake your head laughing uncontrollably, and hold your belly with both hands, “Why would you want to have sex with this?”

“Why would I…what?  Doll, you take that back right now!  That belly is housing our fishie!”

“Why are you calling her a fish?”

“Fine, our mermaid is swimming in that tank.  No!  Our crabby patty!  She is going to be a cancer crab.  Now, I love you.  You.  Not your body, but you.  And if I have to sacrifice a bit of jizz to help our daughter come out of there, I’ll do what I have to do.  Plus, I really think you’ll enjoy it.  So if you could please just let me take you on a bumpy ride, and have some fun, that would be great.  I want you, and I want our daughter out of there, so this is a win win situation in my book.”

You hold out your hands, “I’m not riding you.”

“I was going to hit it from behind.  It said to give it to you nice and hard.  Is this even remotely turning you on?” Hayden slides a pillow under your belly, and starts pulling down your panties, cocking up his eyebrow, “Doll Everett, you slut!”

“What?” You start giggling, but that changes as he runs his hand through your slit.  “Did that answer your question, daddy?”

“You gonna keep calling me that?”

“Mhmm, whatever you want.”

“Fuck, you like that, huh?  Got you rocking back into my hand.  You want daddy to fuck you?  Instead of fucking a baby in you, I gotta fuck a baby out of you,” whimpering his name, he positions himself behind you.  Letting his tip slide up and down your entrance.  “Got your lips all swollen.”

“Haydes, just put it in, babe.  Fuck me so hard I have a baby.”

“There we go,” grabbing both of your hips, he thrusts forward, burying himself completely in your warmth.  Never hesitating to piston into you with a fervent need.  Moaning right along with your own labored breaths.  “This never gets old.”

“Never!  Haydes!”

“I gotta make this count.  You’ll be out of commission for a while,” he juts his hips into you harshly and you start to see stars.  Why did it always happen so fast since pregnancy?  “Yeah, just like that.  Gripping me so fucking tight.  So fucking tight.  Got you leaking all these pretty juices on me.”

“What?  Hayden, I haven’t even came yet,” he just keeps fucking into you, and with his ministrations, you feel an orgasm building up.  “Right there.  Right…” an odd overwhelming pleasure mixed with the feelings of Braxton hicks contractions conflicts your body.  “Hayden.”

You try to get his attention, realizing what your excess wetness was from.  “Can you turn back and look at me?  I always like to see what you look like when you look at me.”

“Don’t cum in me.”

“You’re already pregnant.”

“No, no…ehh…that’s not…that’s not…Hayden, jerk off on my back!”

“What the…?” He pulls completely out of you, panting when you turn back and stare at him.  “Oh come on!  I thought we were getting a marathon.  Cozy is this your way of sabotaging your dad,” you grimace, laying your head down on the bed.  “Oh!  I’ve always heard this was a pretty natural position to have a baby.  You want me to check your…?”

“No!” You hide your face in your hands while a contraction tightens your stomach.  “Hayden, is she coming out?”

“You literally just started contractions.  Why would she?” You give him a growl, demanding he cum.  “So I can’t cum inside you?”

“Sure, explain to the doctor why your baby juice is in my twat while I’m pushing our daughter out.”

“Well, when you say it like that, it sounds dirty.”

“Hayden!” Your fists tighten on the sheets, and you let out a guttural moan.

“Oh, shit!  Uh…Curtis!  Wait.  Damn, got you face down, ass up.  Ah!  Curtis, don’t you come in here, but uh…damn, my dick is hard.  Baby, you stay there, and uh…do you need your panties back on?  I mean…”

“Haydes!  Get me up!  I swear I feel her coming!”

“So she gets to come, but…I’m not making that joke.”

“Hayden!” Your knuckles were burning, blinding pain shoots through you.  “It isn’t supposed to be this fast!”

“Doll!  Hayden!  Is this some really freaky sex that I don’t want to know about?” Of course you were going to have a dramatic labor.  “Hayden, that doesn’t sound good, bub.  Put your dick up!”

“I’m trying.  Baby, stay there.”

“Where the fuck am I supposed to go?  My pussy is hanging out,” you start crying at the absurdity and the pain.”

“This is going to be fun getting you out of that position.”

“Your dick gets us into so much trouble,” your tears blind you as another contraction races through your body, “They’re too close.  I don’t want to give birth to my daughter here.  I want to be with my doctor.”

Hayden finally gets himself dressed, unlocking the door before realizing you were still stuck into a compromising position.  “Don’t come in here!  My pussy is wide and spread, and your niece is pushing her way out.”

“What!?”

“She’s exaggerating,” he leans back behind you, just to check, “Yep, exaggerating.  Just checked.  Doll face, uh…roll over?  Fall over?  Just tell me what I need to do to get you off your knees, and we’re going to the hospital.”

“I’m not having her in the car?” He shakes his head no, trying to assist you as much as possible as you try and get to where you can stand up.  “Your dick did this.”

“Yeah, but my dick also put our Cozy baby in your belly, so he’s a good boy.”

“Ehh,” you start crying harder, your body shaking, and Doodle scratches at the door, “Haydes, it hurts.”

“I know, Curtis, come in,” the second the door was open, Doodle races to your side, pushing his nose against your stomach, looking up at you confused, “Buddy, I’m calling the grandparents to get you.  Mama's gotta get to the hospital.  Doll, you need panties on.”

“No!  She’s coming.  She’s going to be coming in the car.  I hate your dick.”

“That hurts.”

“Haydes!” “Hayden!”

“Okay, let’s go.  Let’s get in the car.  Curtis the second we get in, call mom and dad to get Doodle.  He’s going to be pacing around and anxious about Doll screaming,” they hold your hands as they guide you to the car.  “Suitcase is in the car.  Water’s already broken.”

“You were fucking me too hard!”

“I can’t with you two.”

“You were the one that was soaking wet.”

“You were the one that thought I had squirted.”

“You two wanna do this alone?”

It was fast.  You barely made it to the hospital before Cozy was ready to make her grand debut.  No time for medicine.  Your body was already pushing as Curtis pulled into the hospital.  The pain was immense, but everything disappeared when they laid that beautiful baby on your chest.  Her eyes stare up at you, and a flow of never ending tears fall down your face.

You did it.  There she was, moving her fingers, and blinking at you.  A pitiful little cry, but she was here.  Perfectly beautiful in every way.  “Oh, my darling,” you wished these pesky tears would go away, so you could see your baby properly.  “Hayden, I’m a mama.”

“I know, Doll face,” he presses his lips against your temple, holding it there as he stares at his daughter.

“I love your dick.”

Everyone in the room, including Hayden, starts laughing, “I know you do, baby.  Oh…she’s…can I hold her?”

“How about you cut the cord first,” the doctor answers soothingly.

“It’s too soon to cut the cord.  We just got her.”

“No, the actual umbilical cord.  You two are a mess,” a nurse picks your baby up, and you tap Hayden to follow.  It felt like a deep emptiness inside of you.  You wanted her back, she was all you ever wanted.  And the further she got away from you the louder she cries.

“Oh!  Her wants her mama.  Doll, I think we got a mama’s…ah!  Why is my baby crying so much?  She’s loud.  Put her back!  Give her back.”

“Dad, I need you to calm down.  Let’s get this girl ready to give her back to her mama.”

“Please, I don’t like my baby crying like that.  Cozy baby,” your baby wails, her little mouth trembling, and it hurts.

“Mama, she’s okay, though.  She’s a healthy baby,” the nurse assures you.  A new round of tears pours out of your face.  She was healthy, and she wanted you.  You squeak out how you just wanted to hold your baby.  “Give me just a second.”

“We brought you some food,” Tara says, looking at her proud son.  Hayden hadn’t stopped staring at you, and you couldn’t get enough of Cozy.  You hold her fingers out, counting each and every single one of them.  Rub over her soft skin.  Smelling her because she was yours.  “How has Hayden been with her?” Hayden turns to glare at his mother, and Howard snorts.  “What?”

“I hold her, she cries.  I give her to Doll, she immediately stops.  Curtis holds her, she cries.  She hears her mama’s voice, she cries harder.  Give her back, and it’s instant.  The baby only likes her mama.  I talked to her the whole time, and she doesn’t recognize me.”

“Yeah she does,” you giggle.  Your little girl had opened her eyes, and was staring at her dad.  “Look at her.  She hears you.  You wanna try again?”

“Is she going to hurt my feelings?”

“Son, you wanna talk about it?  Wanna talk about how your daughter bullies you?” Howard was trying not to laugh too hard, it was the exact same way Hayden was when he was born.  Karma.

“It’s not funny.  Let me try,” he gets closer, and Cozy inhales quickly, looking up at you.  “My baby hates me.  I still love you, Cozy baby.”

“Why Cozy?” Tara stares at you wishfully.  Giving you the biggest smile.

“Because that’s how Hayden makes me feel,” you grab at his hand, and press it against your cheek.  “He’s always made me feel so comfortable and cozy, and now we have our own Cozy girl.”

It was hard to look away from your daughter.  It was hard to even believe that you were a mother.  You held her in your arms, and it still didn’t seem real.  She really squeaked, and blinked, and even nursed, but it didn’t feel real.  Your life didn’t seem real.  Hayden was perfect and darling in every way.  You had a mother and father that believed in you so much.  Two brothers now, three including Andy.

“Honey, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Tara says softly, while you cry again.

“She does that.  Baby, she’s real.  You really did that.”

The tears blinded you, but you look up at Hayden, “We did this, and look at her.  Are the tears ever stopping, Tara?”

“Oh, honey, you’re just happy and overwhelmed.  Eventually they do.  And then you’ll find something else to cry about.”

“She’s just so perfect, and she’s here,” you pick her up to you, giving her the sweetest kiss, and you swear she smiles a bit.  “Haydes, I’m sorry that her doesn’t want to leave my side.”

“Yeah, well, eventually she’ll want to snuggle on her dad,” when the door squeaks open, Amaris peeks in, and giggles.  Wandering over to your side, staring at the baby, “Doll, Andy Barber is here.”

“And he brought our niece.  Cozy this is your cousin, Amaris.”

“Alright, give me the baby,” Andy walks over to your side, holding his hands out.

“Eh, she’s a bit of a mama’s girl,” Hayden freezes as you hand Cozy over to Andy, and he walks over to the couch followed by his daughter, and Hayden’s mouth falls open.  “I don’t like this.”

“Aw, babe, she is just like you.  Even loves the Andy Barber,” it felt like you hadn’t slept in days.  Your eyes roll back in your head, and you sink down further in the mattress.  Getting a soft kiss from your husband, and your baby girl yawns.  “Hayden, watch Cozy.  I need to sleep.”

“It’s official, Andy Barber is the babysitter”

“Get her,” Steve leans back from holding Cozy.  “Tulip, get her and give her back.  Ow!  Why is she so loud?  Doll, she’s noisy.”

“No she’s not,” you reach your arms out for your baby, and she stutters her tears.  “I know, sweet girl,” Doodle leaves Curtis’ lap to come investigate his little human.  His wet nose presses on your hand, but never on her, “Her is just fine, buddy.  Who’s my good boy?  Uncle Steeb is mean to you, isn’t he?”

“Seriously?  You did this on purpose.  You made her hate me.”

“No, she just loves me,” you look your brother giving him a toothy grin.  “Her is precious and her is mine,” just to emphasize your words, Cozy snuggles in closer to you.  Yawning and scrunches her face up, “I thought I loved Sailor.  Thought I loved Amaris, but…damn…I can’t stop staring.  I always wanted this, you know?”

Steve sits beside Tulip, while Hayden snuggles up on the couch with you, “I never…never thought this was going to happen for me.  Thought I was cursed, ya know?  Thought that I was never going to get this.  And Hayden gave it all to me,” more tears.  They just never stopped.

“I didn’t give this to you.  You put in the work, and we met just when we were supposed to.  If it was earlier, we never would have worked out.  If it was later, well, you might have given someone another chance.  I don’t care that Cozy prefers you over me.  I care that she is ours.  Even if the only time I hold her is when she’s asleep and you sneak her in my arms.  But after our meeting, we did this.”

Steve had known for a long time how much Hayden was meant for you, but seeing how that man was still beaming when he looked at you.  Was still so tender whenever he talked to you.  He never made you feel guilty for your past, or made you feel you weren’t worthy of love.  Hayden worshiped you, adored you, and you him.  A completely equal relationship, and he made you smile.  He had this unwavering ability to bring out the prettiest smiles on your face.

“Doll, I don’t tell you enough.”

“Don’t.  Just stop.  Don’t say another word.”

“I’m proud of you,” tears.  Tears and more tears.  They never stopped.  “You deserved this life.  With your beautiful home, stupidly perfect husband, adorable little baby, and a Doodle.”

“DooDoo,” Sailor claps her hands, trying to get out of her mom’s arms.  “Baby!  Mememe baby!”

“Yeah,” you squeak out.  More tears.  “I’m so happy.  It’s just,” you look down at that sleeping bundle, and then over to your husband, “It’s like watching a piece of your heart, and she’s just there, and real, and good, and perfect, and pure, and she doesn’t know pain or hurt.”

“Until her dad tries to hold her,” you lean over on Hayden, but remain staring at her.  It was never getting old.  Every time you looked at her you noticed something different.  A mole on her neck that looked like her dad’s.  The color of her hair that looked like yours.  The way she adored Andy Barber, for no apparent reason, like her dad.  

“Haydes?” He looks up at you with the sweetest and softest smile.  There was never once that you regretted being with Hayden.  You weren’t sure you believed in love at first sight, but the crush you had on Hayden was pretty instantaneous.  You knew after that first date that you wanted to be with him, and you knew before ever having sex with him that he was the one.

“I love us.”

“I love us, too, Doll, and my Cozy baby.  Now, can I hold her while she’s sleeping?  She hates me if you’re around.  Even if you are around.”

“No, she just loves my boobies like you.”

“Yep.  Say, Tulip, time to go.  Hayden and Doll are talking about boobies.”

“You should hear how she went into labor,” Hayden chuckles as you put your daughter in his arms.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure Steve wants to hear about that.  Doodle, come keep me warm,” Curtis pats on his chest, and looks at his phone.  “Quick nap.  Then, I gotta go.”

“Oh my god!  We have to come up with a better story than that.  I am never telling that story to anyone.  Water broke, fast labor, then a baby.  Okay.  I need a nap.  Sailor, you staying us?”

“Nope.  Baby cy.  Bye!”

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Batting Practice Part 19 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: All week long, you and Everett were enjoying some quality time with Bradley. The Tiny Eagles were still undefeated, and you were starting to think about how nice it would be if Bradley moved in with the two of you. But on Sunday, when Danny is supposed to be spending the day with Everett, you get an upsetting call.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst and swearing

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun! Batting Practice masterlist.

The further your week progressed, the more loved up you were feeling. After practice on Monday, you watched Bradley carry Ev up to the parking lot on his shoulders while they sang Take Me Out to the Ballgame. 

On Tuesday, Bradley came over for dinner. He helped you cook, and then he helped Everett do his homework while you lounged on the couch with a glass of wine. 

On Wednesday, you and he had a quickie on the stairs after Everett was in bed. That was something you had never done before, but also something you definitely wanted to do again. 

But on Thursday, a rare thunderstorm moved in, and Bob decided to cancel practice. "Want to come over and watch a movie instead?" you asked Bradley when he called. 

He scoffed and asked, "Are the Phillies the best team in baseball?"

You laughed as you looked outside at the dark sky and pouring rain. "That's definitely a yes."

"That's a hell yes, Kitten. I'll be there soon."

When he arrived, Everett opened the door for him and said, "We're going to watch Toy Story!"

Bradley tousled Everett's hair and laughed as he removed his wet baseball cap and jacket. "How did you know that's my favorite movie?"

Everett's eyes went wide. "Is it really your favorite?"

"Top ten, easily," Bradley replied, and as he made his way into your living room, he pulled you in for a kiss. His mustache was wet from the rain, and you had to reel in your need for him in front of Everett.

"I'll make popcorn," you whispered, and when you returned with it, they were both already cozy on the couch. 

"Ready?" Everett asked as he held up the remote. 

"Yep," you replied, eating some popcorn before you passed it to Everett where he was perched between the two of you. And you had to laugh, because apparently Bradley hadn't been lying. He had most of Toy Story memorized, and the two of them kept quoting parts together and laughing. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Bradley asked, tossing some popcorn at you. "This movie came out when I was like eleven. I was obsessed with it."

"You are adorable," you replied, catching some of the popcorn in your mouth when he threw more at you. 

He just sat there looking smug for a bit, and then when the part came on that always scared Everett, Bradley let him cuddle up against his side. "It's okay. The ending is happy," Bradley murmured, and you took the empty bowl so he could rub Everett's back. 

"I know," he whispered. "But getting to the end is scary."

Bradley met your eyes, and you wanted to say something while Woody was about to get blown up by dynamite. But nothing seemed adequate. Everett was going to be spending the day with Danny on Sunday while you and Molly went wine tasting a few towns away. But you just had a feeling that Everett was going to come home upset or maybe even in tears, and it hurt your heart. But you didn't know what else to do. You just wished Danny cared about Everett even just a fraction of the amount that Bradley obviously did.

"Scary parts over," Bradley whispered, and you realized that Everett had been hiding his eyes. "Almost time for the happy ending."

"That's the best part," Everett said, once again vividly interested in the movie. He sat perched on the edge of the couch with rapt attention.

You swallowed your guilt down and let yourself enjoy the rest of the movie as Bradley's hand found yours along the couch. 

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Bradley carried Everett upstairs by his ankles, letting him dangle in the air while he absolutely screeched with delight. When Bradley set him down on his bed, Everett said, "That was so cool!"

"That was your reward for not getting too scared by the movie. And for helping your mom clean up all the popcorn we threw at her."

Everett laughed more before he stood to go brush his teeth. "Hey, Bradley?"

"Yeah, Kiddo?" 

"I like it when you're at our house. Do you have a house?"

Bradley smiled and said, "No. I have an apartment. And it's not as good as your house, because your mom doesn't live there. And you don't live there."

Everett looked at him very seriously before he walked to the bathroom. "We have an extra bedroom. You should move in here. And you could bring the rest of your baseball cards and stuff with you."

Bradley pressed his lips together and tried not to laugh. "Something to consider, I guess."

Once Everett was in bed, Bradley went back downstairs where he had left you relaxing on the couch. "Come here, Coach," you said softly as you lifted up the end of the blanket for him. He slipped underneath it next to you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and straddled his hips. "I was just listening to the storm."

Bradley sighed and ran his hands along your thighs to your butt as you kissed his cheek and let your fingers sink into his hair. "Thanks for inviting me over for the movie."

"Well, Everett insisted. And I had no idea you were such a Toy Story fan," you said with a giggle that made him feel a little weak. 

"I used to watch it with my mom all the time. She liked it, too," he whispered as your lips found his neck. "You're a good mom, Kitten." You paused and looked at him, and Bradley was suddenly trying to figure out what he did wrong. 

"Everett is spending the day with his dad on Sunday."

Bradley's eyebrows shot up. "Danny? He made Everett cry. That's all I can associate with him. The fact that he made Everett cry and he wasn't good to you."

You swallowed hard and hid your face against his shoulder. "Maybe I'm not a good mom. I keep trying to give him a chance, and he just doesn't seem to take it."

"Shhh," Bradley whispered, coaxing you to look at him with his fingers on your chin. "That's just because you care so much. You want Everett to have everything. Even if it's hard for you."

You sniffed and kissed him as you said, "I love you." Then Bradley carried you up to bed after you fell asleep.

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The weather in San Diego was never bad for long, so Friday evening, you agreed to a date with Bradley. A date for the three of you.

"Somehow I ended up being the one left out here," you complained with a smile as Bradley held your hand and just shook his head at you. He had taken you and Everett to the flea market near the beach to look for baseball cards.

"If you stop whining, I'll buy you a three dollar burger, Kitten."

"Oh!" you said perking up and helping them look through the tables of cards. That damn burger had been delicious when he bought you one last time. "What am I looking for?"

"Phillies players," Bradley and Everett mumbled in unison, and your heart clenched. Then you pulled a card out of one of the boxes and held it up, and Bradley's eyes went wide. 

"Don't set that one down," he said, kissing you hard on the lips. "I've been looking for that one."

After he had purchased a few cards, including a novelty Phanatic card for Everett, he took you both for burgers and fries. "It's getting a little late," Bradley said as he checked the time on his phone. "Think we have time for the batting cages?"

Everett gasped so loudly, and the smile on Bradley's face had your heart pounding. "Yeah," you replied. "I think we have time." Because now there was no way you could deny either of them. 

Bradley took both of you back to the location of your date. That date that he insisted wasn't your first date but was instead your third date, because he counted the snack bar and park outing as real dates. Then he got you and Everett outfitted in helmets and helped you pick out bats. He took the care and time to teach Everett how everything worked, just like he had done for you. 

"Safety first," Bradley said, kneeling in front of Everett. "Keep your helmet on, and don't stand directly in front of the machine. Got it?"

"Got it, Coach!" Everett nearly shouted, practically vibrating with excitement. And then you watched from the corner of the cage with amazement as Bradley started the machine. By the third pitch, Everett was hitting every ball, and some of them looked like they were hit well.

"Yes!" Bradley cheered. "Now move your right foot back a bit. Right there. Watch for the pitch."

He was good. Much better than you had been. And he only needed minimal help from Bradley. You watched your son hit dozens of pitches while you took some photos and videos. And when he turned to look at you while you were recording him, he looked absolutely delighted.

"You're up, Kitten," Bradley said, turning off the machine and reaching for you.

Everett came over and pushed you into place when you protested. "I'm not as good as the two of you!"

"You just have to practice," Bradley murmured, bending to kiss you before he handed you a bat. "Remember how to stand?''

"I think so," you replied, but his hands were already on your hips and waist, gently but firmly getting you into the proper position. He let them linger. You wanted to do this every Friday night. He squeezed you with both of his big hands, and then he turned the machine on. 

You managed to hit a few of the pitches while Everett cheered for you. "Mommy! You're good!"

"Thanks, Ev," you said with a laugh. But after a dozen pitches, you said, "Come on, Coach, show us how it's done."

"Yeah! Please, Coach?"

With a soft groan, Bradley took your bat from your hands and kissed your cheek. And when you stood in the corner with Everett, you realized that this was the first time your son ever got to see Bradley batting. And it was just as impressive as the last time you were here. With the speed set to high, Bradley hit every single pitch like a pro. Dozens of pitches flew up into the mesh, but they looked like home runs to you. 

You couldn't take your eyes off him, and neither could Everett. He stood in front of you with your hands on his shoulders, completely transfixed. "Wow," Everett muttered. 

"He's good," you whispered as Bradley nailed another hard pitch with ease. When he turned the machine off, both of you were still gaping at him. "You better play in that summer league, Bradley."

His smile as he swung the bat over his shoulder made your insides melt.

"You have to!" Everett said, jumping up and down. "And you can pitch and Coach Bob can play in the outfield. And Mommy and I can watch and we can keep your stats if you teach us how."

When Bradley responded to your son by putting his hand gently on Everett's shoulder and guiding him out of the chainlink cage, you were prepared to beg him to play in the summer league. But then he said, "I already sent in my application, Kiddo."

"Why didn't you tell us?" you asked as he held the gate open for you. 

"I haven't been selected yet. But I think they'll call me to try out." 

"They'll pick you! They have to!" Everett insisted. And you could picture it so clearly: sitting on the bleachers at the Navy ballpark, you and Ev wearing matching Bradshaw shirts with Molly in a Floyd shirt. Instead of feeling embarrassed, you just wanted that more and more. 

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"I think he's asleep," you mumbled against Bradley's lips, grinding down on his thigh on the couch. Bradley had collected you into his lap to talk after Everett was in bed, but he wasn't mad about where you decided to take things instead. "But we should go out to your Bronco just in case." 

Without a word, Bradley hauled you to your feet and practically dragged you out to your driveway in the darkness. "You can get a little loud out here, Kitten." He opened the back door and helped you climb in, and you were peeling your shirt off before he even had the door closed behind him. "Up here," he coaxed, rubbing his thigh, and you were on him immediately.

"You should sleep over tonight," you groaned as Bradley tossed your bra across the seat and put his mouth on your tits. 

"Mmhmm," he hummed against you. "Just need to leave early before the game to go get my stuff."

"Would be easier if your stuff was here." 

He paused, popping your nipple out of his mouth, but you were already so far gone, you were guiding his mouth back into place. He got you completely naked while he stayed mostly clothed, and you rode his dick nice and slow. You put on a real show for him, your hands touching yourself everywhere as your eyes went hazy. 

"You're so fucking pretty," he growled when your fingers dug into his hair as you rode out your orgam with your head tipped back. "Jesus, Kitten." He sucked on your tits until your cries quieted, and then he stretched you out on the seat with your back against the soft leather. 

You pulled him down for more kisses while he fucked you into the seat. When he came, it was to your voice softly telling him that you loved him. His fingers tangled up in your necklace chain as you pulled his sweaty forehead against your shoulder. "I love you, Bradley."

He kissed your collarbone and let his hand settle against your belly. "I love you. And I love your son." You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him tight.

When he finally got you clothed enough for you to walk back inside, Bradley set an early alarm on his phone and then took you up to your bedroom. While you got changed, he checked on Everett, lingering in the doorway while his tiny body rose and fell with each breath. Today was another perfect day. 

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After the game on Saturday, the whole team was buzzing. "One more game to go, and still undefeated!" Everett said as he hugged you afterwards. He and Piper had both scored in the last inning to win the game for the Tiny Eagles, and now you almost lost your voice from cheering. 

"Her kid does well, because the coaches give her special treatment," Sandra said. But you just ignored it because not only was Everett a better player than Henry, but you were actually dating Bradley now. You didn't want to start a fuss. 

When Bradley and Bob were finished talking to the other team's coaches, they both came over. "I was hoping Mo would be here today," Bob told you, still glancing up at the parking lot.

"Mo?" you asked, gaping at Bob. "That's the cutest thing I have ever heard! I think Mo stayed to work some overtime this morning."

Bob blushed a deep pink while Bradley chased Everett to try to get his clipboard back. They ran around the bleachers laughing while Bob said, "I'm going to ask her to move in with me, even though it's moving really fast. But I think she's going to say no, because of her work hours."

"There's no harm in asking," you replied, making a mental note to tell Molly she better move in with Bob or else.

He looked at the ground. "We haven't really talked about that kind of stuff yet or my deployments. Do you think... If I get deployed for six months, is she going to break up with me?"

You burst out laughing so hard, he looked like he was going to cry. Meanwhile your little sister had asked you the other day if you thought Molly Floyd sounded cute. And when you told her it sounded adorable, she said she really wanted her initials to be MF which made you both giggle. 

You managed to reel in your laughter. "No, Bob. I don't think she would break up with you, even if you were gone for a year." You patted his cheek gently, and he finally looked like he believed you. 

"You're too fast, Ev," Bradley called, chasing after him and panting. "Shit, I'm actually worn out. That kid is fast as hell." 

"He needs to play real ball next year," said Bob as the flushed pink color started to fade from his cheeks. 

"Yeah, I'm gonna work with him this summer," replied Bradley nonchalantly as Everett finally ran back over with his clipboard. And the casual way with which Bradley talked about the future made you smile. 

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"I don't want to go!"

Everett was practically in tears the next morning when you packed up some snacks and his ipad in his backpack. And honestly, you were barely holding back your own tears. 

"It's just for the day, Ev. And your dad is excited to see you!"

"No, he's not," he whispered, kicking his shoes across the living room and running back upstairs. 

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the feeling of panic rose inside you. But you were doing the right thing, weren't you? Spending time with his dad should have been beneficial to everyone. You just needed Danny to get used to this or alternately pay child support. And since there was no way he was going to be paying you anything, this would just have to do. He'd come around after a while. Maybe you'd even eventually work up to some sleepovers for Everett. 

"Ev, Sweetie, I'll be back around dinner time. I promise," you called. And a second later, his head poked around the wall at the top of the stairs. 

"You better," he whispered and stormed down the stairs with a scowl on his face. 

When you got him in your car, he was silent for the entire drive across town to Mission Beach and Danny's townhouse. For someone who couldn't pay child support, his neighborhood was a lot nicer than yours. You sighed and looked at Everett in your rearview mirror after you parked, and he was still scowling. 

"You can play on your ipad," you reminded him. "And maybe your dad will let you use some of his paints like last time."

"That was months ago," Everett mumbled. "And he got mad when I spilled some on the kitchen counter."

You pressed your lips together and thought about calling your sister to cancel the outing and going back home instead. But then Danny opened his front door and looked at you expectantly. 

"Okay, there he is," you said brightly, and when you walked Everett up the sidewalk, you felt a little better.

"Hi," you called out to Danny as he opened the door wider for Everett to slink past him. 

"What time will you be back?" he asked, not bothering to greet either one of you.

You just shook your head and swallowed your guilt. "Around five."

He gave you a severely annoyed look and then mumbled goodbye as you called out, "Have fun, Ev!" And then the door was closed and you walked slowly back to your car. 

When you picked up Molly, she rambled on about Bob and work, and you were thankful that you didn't have to say much. The wine tasting was a treat from Bob, and since he wasn't a big drinker, he told Molly to take you.

"He's such a sweetheart, Mo," you said with a chuckle. 

"He's not always sweet in bed," she replied, looking out her window with a smile.

"Oh my God, Molly," you said, smacking her arm as you headed out of the city and toward the vineyard. "Please don't elaborate. I like being able to look him in the eye."

"All I'm saying is Coach Cute Glasses has got moves. And a bit of a dirty mouth."

"Please stop," you mumbled, seriously ready to blast the radio if she kept going.

"Okay, fine. I'll stop. But just know, he's so much bigger than Casey was."

"Molly!" you screeched as she cackled. When you threatened to leave her on the side of the road, she finally changed the subject to Everett's birthday and the Padres game. And she asked you how things were going with Bradley, and you thought about mentioning the backseat sex as revenge for being told too much about Bob, but you didn't. And then you had reached the vineyard. 

After a tour, the two of you tasted every wine that was offered, and then you argued for a long time while you put them in order of favorite to least favorite.

"This red one was disgusting," Molly told you, moving one that you liked to last place. "You have questionable taste."

"No, I don't!" you complained. 

"Two words: Danny. Frank." She kept rearranging the wines in her preferred order while you scoffed. 

"Thank you for not grouping Bradley with them."

"No. He's alright now," she said, sounding more impressed. "God, he was dumb for a bit there, but he sorted himself out. And it was fun to make him sweat about losing you and Ev."

"Fun?" you asked. "That was not fun."

She shrugged and ordered two sangrias. "It was kind of fun for me," she said apologetically. "Plus it let me know he really cares about you."

"I might ask him to move in with me and Ev soon," you blurted out. And now you were thinking about what Bob told you. And you started rambling about something that happened at work, and you realized you'd already had a lot to drink.

"Let's order food," Molly suggested. And you sat outside in the sun with your sangrias and your lunch and got very tipsy. 

Molly took about a million selfies of the two of you, and when you saw one that actually looked cute, you said, "Send me that one. I want to text it to Bradley."

She rolled her eyes. "Who do you think I've been texting them to this whole time?"

"Bob?" you replied as your waiter dropped off more drinks.

"And Bradley," she said with a smirk. You took her phone from her hand and looked at the thread she had with him. 

"Oh my goodness," you whispered. She had sent your boyfriend about a dozen photos of you in varying degrees of ridiculousness. "What is wrong with you?"

"Look what he said!" Molly urged, moving her phone closer to your face.

Your sister is gorgeous. 

I miss her, do you know what time you're heading back? 

Everett looks so much like her, what a lucky kid. 

You handed the phone back to her and pretended to melt off of your chair while she laughed. "You're drunk!" she accused. 

"Yeah, so what?" you asked as you laughed at her. 

"I love it!" she chanted. "You never do this kind of stuff with me!"

You groaned. "Gotta always be alert for Ev," you mumbled, checking the time on your phone. You'd have to wait a bit before you could drive.

"I didn't mean it like that," Molly said. "But if Bradley moves in with you, he'd be around so we could go do fun stuff like this."

"That's true," you told her as you stared up at the passing clouds. Then your phone rang and when you reached for it, your heart sank.

You accepted the facetime call from Everett's ipad. "Ev?"

"Mommy?"

"Yeah! I'm here. Are you having fun?" Molly helped you block the afternoon sun so you could see the screen more clearly. And then you saw his face. "What's wrong?"

He looked to his right and then turned back toward the screen, his sweet little forehead scrunched with worry. "Are you coming to get me soon?"

You could feel the wine coursing through your body, and now you wanted to throw up. "Pretty soon. Is something wrong, Everett?"

"I don't know."

"Where is your dad?" you asked him, scooting to the edge of your seat.

"In his room with Tori."

Your eyes went wide. "Who is Tori?" you asked at the same time as Molly.

Everett kind of shrugged. "She got here a little while ago. She said she was his girlfriend."

"What the fuck?" Molly muttered, reaching for her water glass, and then she immediately started drinking. You were too drunk to drive, and so was she. And you weren't even in the city anyway.

"Are you okay, Ev? Can you sit on the couch and play more games? The charger should be in your backpack if you need it."

But he still looked nervous.

"Just tell me what's wrong," you prompted as your heart pounded. 

"Well, it smells weird in here now. It smells gross."

You froze and looked at Molly who looked like she was going to rage. Danny was smoking pot with his presumably barely legal girlfriend while he was supposed to be spending the day with his son. Now you really were going to throw up as you stood and walked out toward the vineyard, afraid you were going to have a panic attack. 

"Just sit on the couch, okay? I'll come get you as soon as I can." But that would be hours from now. Your hands started to shake as Molly ran up behind you with two glasses of water. 

"I just paid for everything, but we need to sober up," she said. 

You took one glass from her and sobbed as you asked for her phone. "Here, talk to Ev, okay?" 

She nodded and traded phones with you and started to ask her nephew a series of riddles. When you called Bradley from Molly's phone, he answered on the third ring. 

"Hey, Molly. You two having fun?"

"Bradley!" 

"Kitten? What's wrong?"

You took a deep breath to keep from crying. "I need your help."

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If Everett cries again, so help me..... Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

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Wrapped around my finger (Sebastian Sallow x F!MC) WARNING: HARD SMUT

Summary: MC is currently in their seventh year, but during her fifth year, she made the fateful decision to betray Sebastian by turning him in. Now, it appears that he has managed to escape from Azkaban and has returned, seeking revenge. Will he make her pay for her betrayal, or is there another twist in store?

So yeah... I'm jus going to leave this here... Have a nice day <3

This one shot contains: bondage, a little too much of noncon, biting, fingering, p in v sex, spanking, choking, and a very dom sebby, use of the imperious curse for sexual intentions

ALL UNDERAGE CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!

Word count: 10,455

I'm sorry if you see a few mistakes on the writing, English is not my first language

enjoy

Finally, after an extensive period of time, she had achieved mastery over her ancient magic, utilizing it to bring to life things that had once only resided within the confines of her imagination. Occasionally, she would venture to Hogsmeade, offering assistance to fellow witches and wizards in need. Her sixth and seventh years at Hogwarts were occupied with numerous responsibilities, as her professors were well aware of her exceptional abilities, and her classmates held her in high regard. Her proficiency in ancient and fundamental magic far surpassed her years.

The chilly autumn breeze tapped gently on the windows of the Gryffindor tower. It had already grown quite late, well past curfew. She found herself sprawled atop the large couch, positioned in front of the roaring fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. Her eyes remained closed, her face serene, while the dancing flames above her silhouette illuminated the room. Despite being the coldest of nights, the Gryffindor common room always exuded a warmth and coziness that she found irresistible. Although she had the option to utilize the Room of Requirement at any time, she couldn't resist the homely embrace of those walls and rugs surrounding her. A book rested upon her chest, rising and falling gently with her calm breaths, as she lay on her back.

Suddenly, her tranquility was disrupted by faint, rapid knocking sounds. She let out a groan and grasped the pillow beneath her head, covering her face with a wearied expression. This was her way of indicating to the prefects and head boys and girls that she desired peace and rest. She was well aware that it was late, but the comfort of the common room couch was too enticing. It was as if the couch would beg her not to depart whenever she attempted to rise, whispering, "Wait! Don't leave me! Let me embrace you a while longer!" A small smirk escaped her lips as she imagined the couch pleading for her company.

However, the knocking sounds persisted, quick and persistent, causing her to realize that this interruption might not be the work of a prefect or another student in the common room. She removed the plush pillow from her face and sought the source of the knocking. A cry from an owl drew her attention to one of the windows, where a black owl with golden eyes peered at her from outside the glass. She narrowed her gaze at the creature and approached the window, her expression marked with confusion.

With a swift flick of her wand, the window opened on its own, and the owl promptly flew into the common room. The girl could sense the bird's relief as its feathers were enveloped by the room's warmth. It perched itself on a small table filled with books and quills, fixing its gaze upon her. As the creature emitted a soft sigh, she noticed a message secured to one of its legs. She carefully took hold of the letter with one hand, while her other hand gently stroked the owl's black feathers. She attempted to open the letter, but it eluded her grasp, evading her every attempt. She let out a sigh, realizing that this was not the time for such games. Surely, it was Everett, attempting to prank her with bewitched letters. She seized the letter once more and directed her wand toward it. "Finite," she whispered, and the letter ceased its struggle against her grip.

Taking a seat beside the owl, she acknowledged that Everett had never employed a black owl to send her anything. In fact, none of her friends had ever done so. This newfound avian acquaintance was entirely unfamiliar to her. She peered at the owl while it groomed its feathers, a smirk appearing on her face. "Who has sent you, little one?" she inquired, receiving a faint howl hoot in response. She fixed her gaze on the letter, sensing a familiar aura and recalling memories from her fifth year.

A sigh escaped her lips as she reminisced about a missing presence among her friends. Sebastian Sallow, the Slytherin boy who had taught her the unforgivable curses, now resided in Azkaban. She and Ominis had made the difficult decision to turn him in—an action that had cost her a friend, someone with immense potential who had succumbed to the allure of dark magic and his own impulsive nature.

The echoes of Sebastian's screams lingered vividly in her mind.

"You both will regret this!" Sebastian's voice reverberated as he struggled against the aurors holding him in place. "I will come back, and I'll make you pay!" he bellowed, his voice strained. Ominis paid him no heed, refusing to even look in his direction. As for her, she locked eyes with Sebastian, witnessing nothing but rage and hatred burning in his brown orbs. "Especially you… I'm going to come back and make you—" Before he could finish his threat, an auror silenced him, and both he and Sebastian vanished from her sight.

She could have shed a few tears, but they never came. She knew that Sebastian's obsession with his research had put his best friend in danger. And considering she had known him for only a few months before he began to push her toward the dark arts…

No, he hadn't forced her into anything.

A gasp escaped her lips as a realization struck her. Throughout all the missions and perilous adventures, she could have said "No," avoiding all the troubles. Sebastian had never coerced her; he had merely extended invitations. It was her insatiable curiosity that had propelled her forward.

Shaking her head, she brushed aside those thoughts. The past was the past, after all. She shifted her focus to the letter and finally opened it. The paper was neat and the handwriting instantly recognizable.

"We must talk right now. Meet me in the Room of Requirement. Sebastian has escaped from Azkaban."

-Ominis

Overwhelmed by the contents of the letter, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity swelled within her. Sebastian's escape from Azkaban was a shocking revelation—one that ignited a cascade of unanswered questions in her mind. Why had he escaped? What did Ominis want to discuss? What role did she have to play in all of this? And why meeting her in the Room of Requirement instead of the Undercroft?

The flickering flames in the fireplace cast dancing shadows across the room, heightening the sense of uncertainty. She glanced at the black owl perched on the table, as if seeking guidance from the enigmatic creature. With a determined nod, she made up her mind. She couldn't ignore the call to action, the opportunity to confront the past and find closure.

Standing up, she gently patted the owl on its feathers before retrieving a cloak from the nearby hook. Wrapping it around herself, she concealed her identity and intentions as she ventured into the castle corridors. Each step carried her closer to the Room of Requirement, her mind racing with anticipation and a touch of trepidation.

The castle was eerily silent as she navigated the hidden passages, her footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone walls. Memories of past encounters with Sebastian flooded her thoughts. The dark arts, forbidden curses, and the inner turmoil he had instigated—each recollection reminded her of the price they had all paid for their choices.

Finally, she reached the seventh-floor corridor and approached the barren stretch of wall concealing the entrance to the Room of Requirement. Taking a deep breath, she focused on her intent, picturing the room she desired—the place where she would meet Ominis.

As if responding to her thoughts, the concealed door materialized before her, revealing the mysterious chamber within. Pushing it open, she stepped into the room. This time, the room manifested as a study, dimly lit with shelves lined with ancient tomes and parchment scrolls.

She gasped, her eyes widening as she took in the room before her. It bore no resemblance to her expectations. Gone was the familiar space she had envisioned, replaced by a chilling darkness that sent shivers down her spine. A sense of unease settled over her, freezing her in place. Before she could react, the door behind her slammed shut and vanished, trapping her inside.

"Ominis?" Her voice trembled with nervous anticipation, reverberating through the empty room. Her footsteps echoed, the only sound in the oppressive silence. In the center of the room stood a solitary table, devoid of any other objects. Her hand instinctively reached for her wand as Ominis' voice remained absent. She felt a surge of relief that she hadn't changed her attire before leaving the common room.

"Everett… Garreth… If this is another prank, I swear I'll unleash Rictusempra on both of you until you beg me to stop," she declared, her tone attempting to sound mature and intimidating. However, her words hung unanswered in the air, intensifying her growing unease. A few seconds passed, and a shiver raced down her spine as she sensed a presence behind her. A soft chuckle filled the room, causing her bravery to waver. She recognized that mocking, raspy voice instantly, even if it had matured over time.

"You…" Her words faltered, barely escaping her lips. "How did you…?"

"Escape?" The voice interjected, cutting her off. "I can't reveal all my secrets now, can I?" A mix of nostalgia and fear washed over her, leaving her frustrated. Finally gathering the courage to face him, she turned around, taking a few steps back, ready for any unforeseen actions. "Sebastian, where is Ominis?" she demanded, her voice laced with a threatening undertone.

Sebastian didn't answer immediately, his gaze locked onto hers. He looked almost the same, albeit taller than the last time she saw him. His expression remained neutral, his hair still disheveled. His unwavering gaze reminded her of the threats he had once made before the Aurors apprehended him.

"He is fine," he stated bluntly, his tone devoid of emotion. Her eyebrow arched in response. Sebastian chuckled, sighing as he shook his head. "I realized his family is punishment enough for him," he continued. She frowned at his words. "Allowing him to live, tortured by his family, is a more fitting fate than ending his misery with a quick death," he added in a cruel, detached tone. Relief washed over her; it seemed Sebastian was unaware that Ominis had reconciled with his family. At least he was safe.

However, she now realized that she herself was in great danger. Trapped alone with Sebastian in the Room of Requirement, which seemed unresponsive to her needs, it became evident that Sebastian's desires held greater sway over the room.

"Go on," he challenged, his arms crossed over his chest, his unwavering gaze fixed on her. There was no hint of a smile or his usual cocky smirk, only an expectant look. "I highly doubt the room listens to you anymore," he finally remarked. She shot him a defiant and enraged glare. "That's not how it works," she retorted. He shrugged, remaining motionless.

She wanted to demand what he wanted from her, but the answer seemed painfully obvious. Instead, she managed to ask, "Are you going to kill me?" Sebastian's expression shifted from neutral to one of intrigue, reminiscent of how he used to look at her during their first Herbology class, when Professor Garlick introduced her. He began to pace the room, his steps measured and deliberate, his eyes locked onto her. "No," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation.

Her relief was short-lived, for it was clear he had more to say. Sebastian retrieved his wand, deftly performing intricate wand movements as he advanced slowly toward her. "I want to torment you," he whispered, his words sending a chill down her spine. "I want to make you weep," he continued, taking another step closer. The room seemed to grow colder with each passing moment. "I want to hear you scream."

She tightened her grip on her wand, her apprehension mounting as Sebastian closed the distance between them. The atmosphere was thick with tension. "Then go ahead," she whispered defiantly, turning to face him with a challenging expression. "If you want to use the Cruciatus Curse on me, go ahead. I won't--"

"But I haven't finished," he interrupted, his voice rising above hers, halting her words in their tracks. "What would Professor Fig say if he knew what a spoiled girl you've become?" His words were laced with anger, but he quickly composed himself. Her fury intensified as he mentioned Professor Fig, as if he knew anything about her conflict with Ranrok.

"Regardless," he continued, his tone returning to its previous calmness, "as I was saying…"

"Expelliarmus!" she screamed, her wand pointed directly at him. In an instant, his grip on his wand weakened, yet it didn't flew off his hand. Sebastian's expression transformed from surprise to serene, a small smirk playing upon his lips as he nodded subtly from side to side. "Are you going to let me finish?"

"Sebastian, you have ten seconds to leave this room, leave Hogwarts, and leave me alone," she yelled at him, her fury drowning out his question. Sebastian leaned against a wall, his body relaxed as he smiled at her. "Or else?" he inquired, his old cocky smirk returning, as if he held the upper hand.

"You may not have the guts to kill me--"

"But I had the guts to turn you in, and I can do it again," she interjected. Sebastian's smirk vanished, his mind seemingly grasping the gravity of the situation. "Indeed… you did," he conceded, his voice now a low, whispered admission.

Sebastian's admission hung in the air, the tension between them palpable. Their eyes locked, each trying to gauge the other's next move. The room seemed to close in on them, amplifying their confrontation.

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her—anger, fear, and a sliver of doubt. As much as she despised Sebastian, there was a part of her that remembered their shared past, the moments of camaraderie and laughter before everything went awry. But those memories were overshadowed by the darkness that consumed him, the cruelty he had shown. She couldn't let sentimentality cloud her judgment now.

With a resolute expression, she took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Sebastian, you're walking down a dangerous path," she warned, her voice carrying a mix of concern and determination. "Whatever twisted sense of justice you think you're pursuing, it won't lead you to anything but more pain."

Sebastian's face contorted into a bitter smile. "Pain is what I've come to embrace," he retorted, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. "You have no idea what I've been through, what I've endured." His gaze hardened, reflecting the turmoil within him. "But you will."

A surge of defiance coursed through her veins. She couldn't let him break her spirit, not after everything she had fought for. "I won't be a pawn in your game, Sebastian," she declared firmly, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her.

Sebastian's eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and admiration. A hint of the old spark that used to exist between them seemed to resurface for a brief moment. "Very well," he conceded, a glimmer of respect in his gaze. "Let's see if you're as formidable as they say."

The room crackled with an electric intensity as they circled each other, their wands raised in anticipation. Spells flew through the air, clashing with bursts of vibrant colors, filling the room with flashes of light. Each parry and countermove showcased their skill and determination. It was a battle of wills, a clash of two former allies turned adversaries.

Despite her best efforts, she found herself gradually being pushed on the defensive. Sebastian's prowess was formidable, his every strike precise and calculated. His determination to break her was evident in each spell he cast. She fought back with every ounce of strength she possessed, refusing to yield.

As the intensity of the duel reached its crescendo, a sudden surge of power emanated from Sebastian. His eyes gleamed with a malevolent glint as he unleashed a spell she had never encountered before. A dark energy crackled around him, swirling and twisting like a vortex of shadows.

Time seemed to slow as the spell raced toward her. Instinctively, she tried to conjure a protective shield, but it was too late. The spell struck her with a force that sent her sprawling backward, her body crashing against the cold, unforgiving stone.

Pain seared through her, each nerve screaming in protest. She struggled to regain her footing, her vision swimming with a mixture of pain and determination. Gasping for breath, she glared at Sebastian, her voice barely a whisper. "You… won't… break me."

Sebastian's eyes gleamed with a mixture of triumph and regret. His wand remained pointed at her, his grip unyielding. "We shall see," he hissed, the words carrying a chilling finality.

As darkness closed in on her consciousness, she fought to stay awake, clinging to the last vestiges of her strength. She vowed to herself.

Summoning her inner resolve, she tapped into the depths of her being, drawing upon the ancient magic that flowed through her veins. A surge of raw power emanated from her, swirling around her in a dazzling display of ethereal energy. It crackled and danced with an intensity that even Sebastian couldn't help but be momentarily taken aback.

With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a torrent of ancient magic toward Sebastian. The force of the spell sent him hurtling backward, crashing into a nearby wall. But as the dust settled, he emerged, his expression twisted with a mixture of fury and determination.

Sebastian gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. He had anticipated her hidden well of power, and he knew he needed to neutralize it if he stood a chance of overpowering her. Drawing upon his own knowledge of dark arts, he began to weave a complex counter-spell, designed to disrupt and freeze the ancient magic coursing through her.

The air crackled with an intense clash of energies as Sebastian's dark counter-spell collided with her ancient magic. Sparks flew, casting an otherworldly glow across the room. She fought with every ounce of strength she possessed, trying to maintain control, but Sebastian's spell was relentless, seeking to bind and suppress her power.

Slowly, inexorably, her ancient magic began to falter. Its vibrant radiance dimmed, flickering like a dying flame. The weight of defeat settled upon her shoulders as she realized her efforts were in vain. Sebastian had found a way to subdue her most potent weapon.

With a surge of desperation, she launched one final, desperate attack, aiming to catch Sebastian off guard. But he was prepared, sidestepping her spell with an almost effortless grace. In that moment, her energy depleted, her defenses shattered, she knew she had been outmatched.

Time seemed to stand still as Sebastian closed in on her, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "You fought well," he sneered, his voice laced with a mixture of triumph and derision. "But in the end, your ancient magic was no match for my cunning."

Her body trembled with exhaustion, her muscles refusing to obey her commands. She tried to summon a defiant retort, but her voice came out as nothing more than a strained whisper. The cold, unforgiving stone floor beneath her became her final resting place as Sebastian stood over her, his victory assured.

As darkness enveloped her, she couldn't help but wonder where it had all gone wrong. How had Sebastian, her once-trusted friend, fallen so far? And what would become of her now, trapped in his clutches?

Her breath caught in her throat as she observed him drawing nearer, the shadows deepening around them. The weight of the situation bore down upon her, suffocating her hopes. Sebastian's countenance remained impassive, a mask of indifference, until a sly grin etched itself upon his face, mirroring the twisted dance of shadows. She passed out.

A surge of consciousness flooded her senses, and her eyes fluttered open. Gone was the comforting embrace of the common room couch, and the cold stone floor of the Room of Requirement. She found herself sprawled upon a table at the heart of the room, its hard surface chilling her to the bone. Her desperate search for her wand was interrupted by a haunting whistle that sliced through the air, directing her attention to Sebastian. He stood a few paces away, toying with her wand, manipulating it with a deftness that mirrored his sinister intentions.

Rising with a mixture of defiance and fury, she longed to confront him, to unleash her pent-up anger with a well-aimed blow. Yet, an insidious force seemed to tether her to the table, an invisible chain constricting her movements. Sebastian's voice, dripping with both amusement and malice, cut through the silence, prodding her discomfort. His gaze lingered upon her attire. Reflexively, she tugged at her shirt, only to discover the metallic links of a chain encircling her waist. Attempting to grasp it, her fingertips passed through the ethereal barrier, the physical and the intangible locked in an unsettling dissonance. "What have you done to me, Sebastian?" she demanded, her voice teetering on the edge of desperation.

Sebastian silenced her with a mere gesture, his voice a hushed admonishment. "Hush now... I merely sought to ensure that you couldn't rely on your ancient magic to extricate yourself from this predicament." Her feet found the ground once more, each step carrying her farther away from him. A profound emptiness settled within her, her magical essence snuffed out like a flickering flame in a gust of wind. The scene played out before her like a cruel mockery, for even if her wand were within reach, it would be an impotent tool against his malevolence.

"Stay away from me," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance. She retreated further, his hand quickly relinquishing its grip on her wand, casting it into the abyssal darkness. "Why bother stifling my magic? The Cruciatus Curse alone would have sufficed to--" Once again, his laughter severed her words, an icy reminder of her powerlessness.

Sebastian's laughter echoed through the room, resonating with a chilling malevolence. It reverberated within her, fueling a mix of frustration and anger that threatened to consume her. She watched him, her eyes burning with a fiery determination despite the shackles that held her magic captive.

"Oh, my dear," Sebastian taunted, his voice laced with wicked delight. "Do you truly think I would rely on such a mundane curse to break you? No, no, I have something much more exquisite in mind." He approached her with a calculated stride, relishing the power he held over her.

Her heart pounded within her chest, a defiant rhythm that matched her unyielding spirit. She knew she had to find another way, a way to outsmart him, to break free from his clutches. Her mind raced, searching for a solution amidst the encroaching darkness.

"You see," he continued, his voice dripping with sinister amusement, "I have spent years studying dark magic, delving into ancient secrets that most wizards fear to touch. And now, my dear, I have discovered a method to suppress even the most formidable of magical abilities."

Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of defiance igniting within her. She refused to accept defeat, even in the face of overwhelming odds. With a surge of determination, she called upon her innate resilience, drawing upon the reservoirs of her ancient magic that remained dormant within her.

As she channeled her energy, a faint glow enveloped her body, like a shimmering shield against the darkness that threatened to consume her. She extended her hand, a torrent of raw power surging forth, aimed directly at Sebastian. But to her dismay, her magic dissipated into thin air before it could reach him, as if swallowed by an unseen force.

Sebastian's laughter intensified, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Did you truly believe it would be that easy? Did you think your ancient magic could overpower me?" His tone dripped with disdain, reveling in her futile attempt.

Defiance turned to frustration, frustration to desperation. She needed to find a weakness, a flaw in his plan. Her mind raced, piecing together fragments of knowledge, memories of ancient texts and forgotten spells. And then it hit her—a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

She closed her eyes, shutting out the world around her. Focusing her thoughts, she tapped into the deepest recesses of her being, drawing upon a forgotten incantation whispered by long-lost ancestors. The words formed on her lips, infused with a resolute determination.

The room trembled as her incantation reverberated through the air. A surge of energy pulsed from her, rippling outward in a wave of raw power. The chains that bound her magic quivered, their ethereal hold weakening with each passing moment.

Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise, his smug facade crumbling. He stumbled backward, momentarily disoriented by the force of her counterattack. The tables had turned, if only for a fleeting moment.

Sensing an opportunity, she seized the chance to act. Summoning every ounce of strength and willpower, she lunged forward, aiming to reclaim her wand and regain control over her destiny. But just as her fingertips grazed the hilt, a surge of dark energy emanated from Sebastian.

A wicked smile curled upon his lips as he pointed his wand at her, uttered a single word—a word that held unimaginable power.

"Imperio."

The air grew heavy with malevolence, and an invisible force seized hold of her, forcing her body to freeze in place. Her eyes suddenly now glowing when the spell hit her body, feeling a weird peace embracing her body.

Sebastian let out a frustrated sigh. "Surely, you have many tricks up your sleeve," he said, stopping right behind her. His head was now placed on top of her shoulder, his breathing touching her ear as he spoke. "But I also know a few old tricks."

Meanwhile, in her mind, she couldn't understand how, even under the Imperius curse, she was able to notice everything around her. However, she couldn't control her body anymore, only the warm and threatening breath of Sebastian on her ear. The sensation was too good, yet it felt so wrong. The spell gave her a peaceful sensation, while her conscience made her fear her surroundings. Her body wasn't hers anymore, but at least she still had her mind.

"Look at me," he demanded in a raspy voice. She slowly turned around to see him, her eyes shining with the curse upon herself. Sebastian smiled, but this was different from any other smile he had made before. It was a victorious smile, a dominant one.

"Sebastian," she managed to whisper. He placed a hand on her cheek, slowly rubbing his thumb on her face. She wanted to move away, but she couldn't. "What are you going to do to me?" His expression changed when she asked that question. She couldn't sense his plans now.

"Get back to the table," he demanded, but she fought the spell. Her body insisted on moving. "No," she said, giving the answer she should have given him three years ago on their first adventure. But suddenly, she was caught by Sebastian's hand around her throat, squeezing it just a little. "Get back to the table," he repeated slowly to her. Her body moved towards the table, and she sat on top of it.

She gasped for air as Sebastian let go of her throat, his hand now gently rubbing the spot where he had just held her. "You don't have a choice in this," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

She shook her head, trying to clear the fog from her mind. "I'll never be yours," she spat out, her eyes flashing with defiance.

Sebastian's grip tightened on her arm. "You'll learn to obey me," he said, his eyes glinting with a cruel light. "Or you'll suffer the consequences."

She gritted her teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her afraid. "I'll never obey you," she said, her voice trembling with anger.

Sebastian chuckled darkly. "We'll see about that," he said. "For now, I have other plans for you."

He pushed her down onto the table, her body splayed out before him. She tried to resist, but the imperius curse was too strong. She was powerless to stop him as he began to trace his fingers over her body, starting on her chest and then move slowly down her belly. A cruel smile appeared on his lips.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sensations, but it was no use. She was trapped, a prisoner in her own body, forced to endure Sebastian's unwanted advances.

He had her trapped, pinned against the table, his arms forming a barricade on either side of her trembling body. She fought to maintain her composure, her legs pressed tightly together, attempting to create a barrier against his advances. But his persistence was unyielding.

Leaning in, he traced a path with his lips, trailing delicate kisses along the warm skin of her neck to her chin. Each touch sent ripples of sensation through her, causing her to writhe involuntarily. His arrogant chuckle reverberated against her now sensitized flesh, stoking the fire of desire within her.

Sebastian, attuned to her body's reactions, swiftly discerned her feeble attempt at resistance. With a knowing smirk, he remedied the situation without the need for his hands. "Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice a velvet rasp against her heck, close to her ear. In response, her traitorous body obeyed, granting him access to the intimate space between her thighs. The room filled with the sounds of their mingled breaths and her whispered whimpers.

"Sebastian…" she pleaded once more, her voice a plea tinged with a mixture of desperation and hope. Her words hung in the air as his fingers traced a tantalizing path along her waist, descending down her leg, making her gasp at his touch. The fabric of her skirt, a cruel accomplice to her misfortune, offered little resistance as his finger tips journeyed toward her bare skin. Each inch of progress elicited a shudder and a sigh from her quivering form.

A feigned concern danced in his eyes as he feigned ignorance to her escalating arousal. "What's the matter?" he inquired, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "Is it too overwhelming for you already?" he whispered into her ear, his breath teasing against her delicate lobe. Her breaths grew louder, more ragged. He invoked her name, a calculated maneuver to reclaim her attention. "I asked you a question," he murmured, his thumb grazing her exposed skin with a painfully slow deliberation. She instinctively turned her face away, seeking to evade his proximity, while simultaneously responding to his inquiry with a voice laced with a unique blend of longing and protest. It was a tone that only fueled Sebastian's sadistic pleasure, coaxing a wicked smile to form on his lips.

"I cannot… please," she implored, her voice barely a whisper, laden with a mixture of defiance and desperation. However, Sebastian's unrestrained hand seized her chin, forcing her back into his grasp. "This is my first--," she murmured, her voice tinged with resignation.

His fingers traced up her skin, tantalizingly slow, and then he pulled up the fabric of her skirt. Her heart raced as he reached her thighs. She was so lost in his touch that she didn't even notice him pulling out his wand. His biting and licking on her neck left red marks and bruises, and she couldn't resist the pleasure it brought her.

With a swift motion, the tip of the wand pointed towards her skirt and a ripping sound filled the room, accompanied by a gasp from her as she felt her clothing tearing apart on its own. "Seems your attire won't be much of a defense this time," whispered Sebastian with a sly grin.

He scrutinized her body, his mind contemplating his next move, until his gaze fixated on her eyes. "Do you want to hear something intriguing about the Imperius Curse?" he remarked, his hand gripping her thigh tightly, causing her to flinch from the sudden strength of his grip. "I can make you say whatever I want..." Her cheeks flushed with fear, and a look of apprehension washed over her face. "Wait, Sebastian!" she exclaimed, attempting to raise her voice, knowing he was about to make her speak against her will, but he silenced her by placing his hand over her mouth. "Shhh… there," she whimpered, attempting to pry his hand away from her mouth. "Calm down," he whispered, his tone so intimate and tranquil that it brought tears to her eyes. "I simply want you to look at me and beg for my forgiveness," he demanded, and she looked bewildered. "You know what I'm referring to." He removed his hand from her mouth and then placed it on her cheek.

His other hand began to slip beneath her blouse, but she promptly halted him with her voice. "I'm sorry…" she whispered, causing him to redirect his gaze back to her eyes while his fingers lingered on the warm skin of her stomach. "I'm listening," he stated, still desiring a more sincere apology. "I'm sorry for… betraying you," she whispered, avoiding his gaze. "For what? I didn't hear you," he taunted, resuming his movements. "I'm sorry, Sebastian! I shouldn't have betrayed you!" she shouted, and he abruptly ceased, allowing her to exhale and feel a sense of relief as he withdrew from her. "Good girl," he whispered.

"But you see," he continued, his tone almost conversational, "I don't just want you to say sorry. I want you to mean it. And to show me just how sorry you are."

Her heart rate quickened as she realized the true nature of his intentions. She tried to push him away, to fight back against his advances, but he was too strong. His hand covered her mouth once more, muffling her protests as he leaned in even closer.

"Let me show you what it really means to be sorry," he whispered, his free hand sliding up her blouse and tracing the curves of her body.

She whimpered, feeling trapped and helpless in his grip. But despite her fear and confusion, a small part of her couldn't help but feel a growing sense of excitement at his words. She knew it was wrong, that she shouldn't be enjoying this, but she couldn't help the way her body was responding to his touch.

And as he continued to dominate her, to make her feel things she had never felt before, she knew that she was his. Completely and utterly his, and that there was nothing she could do to resist him.

With a sly grin, Sebastian waved his wand, causing her blouse to rip apart, exposing her bare chest. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him, relishing in her vulnerability. "Seems you made a poor choice today by not wearing a bra," he murmured in a deep, seductive voice. She didn't resist this time, which intrigued him. "Oh, how I adore it when you cease to run away," he taunted, but she paid no attention, trying to ignore is glare. He rolled his eyes, growing impatient. "Very well, if you insist on playing hard to get…"

He forced her gaze to meet his, their eyes locking intensely. "I would be delighted to hear you beg me to fuck you," he stated, and the curse took hold of her voice, knowing exactly what he desired.

"No…" she began, only to speak again, her voice now laced with desperation, "Please, Sebastian--" Her words were cut short as his fingers traced a path back down her thighs, lingering at the edge of her panties. "Go on, I'm all ears," he prompted, a wicked gleam in his eyes. She attempted to speak, the words barely a whisper, "Do it…" she pleaded, but he feigned ignorance, making her intentions clearer. Slowly, his hands eased her panties down her legs, exposing her most intimate self. "Fuck me…" she uttered, her voice filled with a mix of desire and defiance. "What was that?" he teased, his fingers now tracing along her inner thigh. "Fuck me!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the room. His smile grew wider, relishing in the power he held over her. "How do you want me to fuck you?" he inquired, his voice dripping with anticipation.

"I don't care," she retorted swiftly, her voice filled with urgency as the curse made her be honest. "Just get it over with." He chuckled, finding amusement in her impatience, and his fingers delved into the wetness between her legs, eliciting a sharp intake of breath as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. "I've barely touched you, and you're already a mess," he teased, taking pleasure in her vulnerable state. She glared at him with a mix of desperation and anger, but he merely shook his head with a smile. Using two fingers, he gently parted the lips of her throbbing sex, then began to caress her clit in slow, tantalizing circles, causing her legs to involuntarily close in response.

"Hey, I never gave you permission to close your legs," he commanded, spreading her trembling limbs wide open once again as her pleas and whimpers escaped from her trembling lips. "Stop fighting it..." She ceased her struggling when one of his fingers entered slowly inside her warm insides.

Moans of pleasure escaped her lips in tandem with each thrust of his fingers, a seductive rhythm that drove her wild. His gaze fixated on every nuance of her face, relishing in the symphony of expressions that played upon her features. The sound of his ragged breath tickled her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Each penetration of his fingers elicited a delightful squirm from her, her body surrendering to his skilled touch. Feeling how his finger went in and then out with a painful slow motion, along with the waves of pleasure each time his thumb pressed her clit.

As she attempted to utter words once more, he swiftly silenced her with a cocky smile, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, surprising her... but she just closed her eyes, the softness of his lips felt even better than the imperious curse. The warmth of their mouths melded together, and through the exchange of breath, soft whimpers escaped, blending with the fervent exchange. While his thumb continued its slow dance upon her sensitive clit, his finger explored the depths of her being with an achingly slow tempo, a tempting tease that heightened her desire. She could feel the mischievous curve of his lips against hers, his teeth gently biting at her lower lip, making her open her open her mouth, letting his tongue meet with hers, all while her head rested upon the cool surface of the table, her tousled hair framing her face in disarray. Aware of her unrestrained arms, a surge of hope surged within her, and she attempted to push him away, but the allure of the curse whispered in her ear, questioning her resistance. The pleasure he bestowed upon her was too intoxicating to deny.

A smirk danced upon his lips as he acknowledged her futile struggle. He paused the kiss, leaning back as a thin thread of saliva was the only thing that connect their mouths "Oh, how could I forget about that?" he remarked, observing her futile attempt to repel him. With a swift motion, he seized her wrists with the hand that had been orchestrating her pleasure, leaving her with a hollow ache as his finger abruptly withdrew. Resistance proved futile as he retrieved his wand, its tip gliding sensually along her leg, grazing her skin with tantalizing precision. From her leg to her waist, the wand traced a path of anticipation, then moved with a delicate shift to her belly, until finally, it pointed directly at her wrists. The words poised to escape his lips were familiar to her, their implications heavy with restraint. His fingers brushed against her wrists, now imbued with the wetness of her arousal, as he whispered, "Incarcerous." In an instant, a rope materialized, skillfully binding her wrists together. He guided her bound wrists to rest behind his head, drawing him closer to her, heightening the intimacy of their connection.

He reclined against the velvety expanse of her collarbone, his lips tracing a trail of fervent kisses along the slopes of her breasts. Her hands clenched the fabric of his shirt collar, her grip desperate yet filled with a longing that mirrored his own. A flicker of mischief danced in his eyes as he dipped his hand between her trembling thighs, fingers grazing the delicate flesh.

With a deliberate slowness, he penetrated her depths with two fingers, luxuriating in the sensation of her slick warmth enveloping him. Each movement was a carefully choreographed symphony of pleasure, orchestrated by the rising cadence of her ragged breaths. He curled his fingers inside her, angling them to elicit a gasp of pleasure, while his thumb caressed her swollen nub with a tantalizing rhythm.

The resounding symphony of her moans reverberated through the room, a testament to the electric current that pulsed between them. He relished the raw power he held over her, each stroke of his fingers evoking a crescendo of desire. Just as her climax drew near, he abruptly ceased his ministrations, savoring the exquisite frustration etched across her face.

A few seconds of maddening stillness hung in the air, teasing the edge of her yearning. And then, like a maestro returning to his opus, he resumed his movements, expertly navigating the contours of her pleasure. With each calculated pause, he reveled in the plea that escaped her lips, an intoxicating melody of need and surrender.

"Why..." she breathed, her voice laced with a mixture of confusion and desire. "Why are you doing this?" Sebastian halted his kisses, his gaze locking with hers, their lips a hair's breadth apart. A mischievous smile played upon his mouth as his warm breath mingled with hers.

"Do you mean why I deny you release before the pinnacle of pleasure, or why we find ourselves entangled in this intricate dance?" His voice was a seductive murmur, an invitation to delve deeper into the realms of their shared desire.

"I... I thought you said you wanted to torment me... to hear me scream," she murmured with innocence, prompting a chuckle from him. "Oh, I do want to torment you," he replied, his fingers delving deeper into her, moving with deliberate grace. "So... so intensely." Her back arched, and a sensual moan escaped her lips, tempting him to take her right then and there. "We're only just beginning," he paused for a few seconds, sensing her imminent climax. "I could prolong your pleasure each time you approach the edge..." His voice barely reached her ears amidst her pleas and whimpers. "But since I'm a gentleman... I'll allow you to choose your torment." Withdrawing his fingers, he moved her wrists away from his neck. Stepping back, she watched him in confusion, only causing her expression quickly transform from uncertain to a mixture of surprise and flustered anticipation as he removed his shirt. Now she beheld the body of the one about to consume her, covered with battle scars and freckles. Sweat already glistened on his skin, causing her to instinctively close her legs once more. She felt too vulnerable, too insignificant, too easily manipulated.

Drawing near, he placed his hand gently on her cheek. His expression evoked a disconcerting sense of wrongness, his desires felt tainted, and she never imagined him like this, not even once... and she was certain he hadn't either. Yet, as his thumb tenderly brushed her cheek with care and attentiveness, she couldn't help but become lost in that mix of ambition and determination reflected in his eyes. His caring countenance abruptly turned cold, reminding her of the reality that she was still ensnared by the imperious curse, still yielding to his will, still trapped with a murderer.

"Turn around and lay yourself on the table," he commanded, and this time her body yielded without resistance, as if under the sway of a new master. "Good girl," his words sent shivers coursing through her entire being. "Since someone is so eager to discover how I shall torment them..." He trailed his hand along the skin of her back, gradually descending. "Let's embark on the enjoyment right away." His hands came to a halt on her buttocks. Swiftly, she discerned what would happen next, snapping out of her trance. She looked over her shoulder, only to see him raising his hand. "S-Sebastian! Wait! Please!" The resounding slap filled the air, accompanied by a sharp gasp, reddening her cheek. "Fuck... you have no idea how much I longed to do this since the day they took me to Azkaban," he whispered, before another slap abruptly cut her off.

The exquisite pain electrified her senses, each contact of his hand against her skin sending tremors through her legs. "Not so powerful now, are you?" he whispered, surprising her with another slap. "Without your precious ancient magic... I wonder where that witch everyone idolizes has gone." His name escaped her lips as the next slap landed on her other cheek. "For here I stand, staring at her... so small... so weak." She bit her lip, suppressing another moan. "So exquisitely obedient," he finally remarked, delivering another slap that resounded in the room, yet she managed to remain silent. He raised an eyebrow, observing her, then smiled. "Ah, so you still put up a fight," he said, striking her once more, but even as her legs trembled, she refused to make a sound. "Even if I can't fight..." She whispered, turning her gaze to him. "I won't let you have me so easily, Sebastian

"Very well," he responded calmly. Then, his gaze shifted to her tightly closed legs, and a slow chuckle escaped him. "I'm starting to think you enjoy having me command you to open your legs." Her cheeks flushed as the imperious curse obeyed Sebastian's desire. Merlin's beard, she couldn't fathom why she felt even more nervous now. Despite already being penetrated and slapped, this position, presenting her red and sore cheeks to him, felt unbearably intimate. She sensed him lean closer between her spread legs once again, and instinctively, her gaze met his. However, he seized her hair and forced her face away, towards the wall in front of her, pressing her head against the wooden table. His other hand gradually moved from her legs to her inner thigh, discovering her profound wetness, with her juices starting to trickle down her trembling limbs. "Oh, darling... Are you that desperate for me to claim your virginity?" Her gasp at his words elicited a lip-biting response from him. Now in such close proximity to her body, she startled slightly as she felt something hard pressing against her throbbing center. Her heartbeat quickened as the sound of something unzipping reached her ears.

"Do you recall when I granted you the choice of your torment?" His voice resonated with a deep, urgent rasp. It was clear that a mere nod wouldn't satisfy him; he needed to hear her answer. And so, she nodded, seeking that intoxicating sense of pain, and it was delivered. His palm collided with her already tender skin, and this time, she didn't suppress her moan. "Oh, my..." Genuine surprise laced his tone. "Seems someone has embraced her rightful place... What prompted such a swift change of heart?"

She attributed it to the imperious curse—or at least, that's what she tried to convince herself. Deep down, both she and he knew that the curse had become superfluous; her body and mind had willingly surrendered to him. But she fought, not to liberate herself from this predicament, but rather because the sensation of him exerting control over her, dictating her every action, felt exquisitely intense. "Regardless," he continued, his victory evident in his smile. "As I was saying... I'll grant you the choice. Shall I continue denying your orgasms until you climax on my cock?—" He paused, his hands exploring her form, squeezing her breasts, teasing her nipples. "Or are you eager to discover how many times I can make you come?" He whispered into her ear. Her breaths echoed throughout the room as he awaited her response, her embarrassment palpable. But the imperious curse quelled her hesitation. "Well? I'm waiting... Or would you like to experience both scenarios?" Sebastian chuckled as the curse compelled her to vocalize her inner thoughts. "I... desire to witness how many times you can make me come... I need you to fuck me, Sebastian."

Magic truly was a wondrous thing. Her candid words slipped effortlessly from her lips, despite her attempt to conceal her flushed embarrassment. He required no further encouragement. She gasped when, this time, three of his fingers slowly entered her, the warmth of her depths meeting his touch once more, offering a mixture of painful relief and utter satisfaction. She bit her lip as he skillfully guided his fingers in and out of her wetness. She yearned to gaze into his eyes, but he forced her to avert her gaze, pressing her head against the table. Her moans intensified as his movements quickened and delved deeper. "Merlin... If only I could listen to those sounds every day..." He whispered, intoxicated by the symphony of her pleasure.

She surrendered herself completely, her eyes shut tight, her lips brushing against the table's surface. Sebastian had found the perfect rhythm, his fingers hitting that sweet spot deep inside her. A fervent desire coursed through her, urging her to break free from the confines of the rope binding her wrists. She longed to feel his touch, to grasp him, to witness the emotions playing across his face at this very moment.

"Please... Sebastian," she pleaded, her words catching his attention. But he didn't cease his thrusts; instead, he intensified his movements, pushing her further towards the edge. "Sebastian..." she called again, yet he delivered another forceful thrust, denying her plea. His voice carried a frigid edge, laced with a hint of mercy. She swallowed, gathering her courage, before she could beg him to grant her a glimpse of his expression. 

But as she spoke, a searing heat began to radiate from the depths of her womb, spreading downward between her legs. She grew closer to the peak of pleasure, her walls constricting around Sebastian's fingers. Her moans betrayed her, inflating Sebastian's ego. He turned her face to meet his gaze, delicately brushing away strands of hair that clung to her damp skin. He sought to capture every nuance of her expression in this pivotal moment. He didn't need to ask if she was nearing her climax; he could feel it, and she herself felt an unusual sensation, a mix of bliss and urgency that compelled her to act.

In the next few seconds, her moans filled the room, a symphony of ecstasy mingled with her desperate pleas. "I... I can't," she gasped, her voice fraught with a strange unease. "Sebastian, something feels off... wait, please," she implored, her words teetering on the edge of an admission she could no longer hold back. "I think I need to...," she trailed off, interrupted by Sebastian's hand placed firmly over her mouth, a sly smirk adorning his face. "Now, now... just let go," he coaxed, his voice coaxing her body to surrender completely. "Come for me... I want to hear you, every raw, uninhibited sound," he whispered, his encouragement fueling her release.

Her body quivered uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washed over her, flooding her senses. Her whimpering cries subsided, giving way to a deep, soulful release that consumed her entirely. She felt the warmth spreading, drenching her thighs and legs. Sebastian merely chuckled, withdrawing his fingers, while she struggled to steady her breath, her gaze averted from his penetrating gaze. 

"I must admit... I anticipated you would derive pleasure from this encounter, but I never expected such a fervent response," he remarked, a smug smile gracing his lips as she turned her attention away, unable to meet his gaze.

Just as she felt the rekindling of energy coursing through her body, Sebastian seized her by the waist and forcefully pulled her closer to him. This was far from over, and deep down, she knew it. After all, she had implored him to continue making her succumb to waves of pleasure, and he wasn't one to trifle with such requests. The next few minutes unfolded like a tantalizing dance between ecstasy and torment. He skillfully teased her most sensitive regions, coaxing one orgasm after another, each release more exquisite than the last.

While her senses soared on the wings of pleasure, Sebastian himself held back, grappling with the torment of his throbbing desire. He yearned to savor her completely, to claim her in a way that transcended the realms of mere physicality. As she lay there, breathless and drenched in perspiration, he pondered the threshold of their shared passion.

"I can't take it any longer!," she pleaded with Sebastian, her voice heavy with a mixture of exhaustion and longing. Yet, her words fell upon deaf ears as he seized her once again, defying her pleas, and positioned her atop the table, her back pressed against the unyielding wood.

At this point, even her ancient magic stirred, a feeble attempt to aid its wielder, but the ethereal chain encircling her waist rendered her powerless, its cold touch a constant reminder of her captivity. "I regret to hear your distress," Sebastian retorted, his eyes gleaming with a blend of mischief and revenge. With a flick of his wand, he revealed his intentions. "But my retribution is far from complete, and you shall endure it," he declared, his gaze fixed upon her womb. He pressed the tip of his wand against her, uttering an incantation too faint for her ears to discern.

Suddenly, an electrifying surge of warmth coursed through her, leaving her trembling and apprehensive. Fear etched across her face as she scrutinized Sebastian's wand. "What have you done to me?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mixture of anxiety and anger. "You will see," he responded swiftly, forcibly turning her back around to face the table's surface once more.

With a tantalizing display of dominance, Sebastian allowed his pants to slide down his legs, revealing his hardened desire. In a wicked twist of fate, her legs parted eagerly, as if driven by an unseen force, drawing a chuckle from his lips. She remained blind to his actions, her senses heightened with anticipation, until she felt an unfamiliar presence at the apex of her thighs. It was neither his fingers nor his tongue that greeted her, but a pulsating intensity that left her breathless.

A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins as Sebastian plunged his cock deep inside her, igniting a symphony of pleasure and pain that erupted in a fervent cry of his name. He held her head firmly against the table, keeping her at his mercy, while tears cascaded down her cheeks. His feigned concern was laced with sadistic amusement as he inquired, "Is it too much for you?" Yet, despite the overwhelming sensation, she managed to summon a whispered confession, "It's too big." Sebastian's smirk deepened, savoring the power he held over her vulnerability.

Part of him yearned to prolong the exquisite torment, to revel in her quivering need, but the hunger for fulfillment drove him forward. With deliberate, agonizing slowness, he began to move, each thrust a calculated symphony of pleasure and discomfort. His groans mingled with her intoxicating moans, their union a testament to the intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure. The tightness of her walls constricted around him, intensifying his own primal urges, urging him to push deeper, to claim her completely.

The room became a sanctuary of their forbidden desires, as Sebastian reveled in the sweetest symphony he had ever heard—her melodic moans. Triumph surged through his veins, knowing he was the first to possess her, and he intended to be the last. His teeth sank into his lower lip, suppressing the primal urges that threatened to consume him entirely. Each thrust of his hips became a declaration of dominance.

Every thrust sent delicious shivers coursing through her body, causing her to writhe with pleasure. In a moment of astonishment, she realized her wrists were no longer bound. Sebastian hastily broke the spell of the rope, urgently spinning her around until her back once again met the table. Her legs found their place on his shoulders as he continued his relentless penetration. Leaning in, he captured her lips with a hunger that mirrored their shared desire, and she surrendered to the intoxication of their kiss, her arms finding solace around his neck.

An exquisite ache reverberated through her as the tip of his cock grazed a tender spot, and in response, she raked her nails along his back, a feeble attempt to temper the explosive pleasure that consumed her. One of his hands tenderly caressed her face before descending to her breasts. Despite the stark contrast in their size and strength, the intimacy they shared felt nothing short of heavenly.

Amidst Sebastian's groans resonating in her ears, an unintended confession slipped from her lips. "I love you." The sudden halt in his movements sparked an uneasy sensation within her, as if she had crossed a forbidden boundary. "I... I'm sorry," she stammered, her body silently pleading for him to resume their passionate connection. "Say it again," Sebastian whispered, resuming his thrusts with renewed fervor, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips. "Go on," he urged, his whispers dripping with temptation. "I love you," she repeated, her breathing growing labored as waves of pleasure washed over her. To her surprise, Sebastian savored her declaration, relishing in the raw vulnerability she displayed. "Tell me more," he entreated, his warm breath caressing her ear. "Please... let me hear you." His tone held a mixture of longing and sadness. Biting her lip, she obliged, her voice trembling, "I missed you... so much."

In that moment, he seemed to possess an intimate understanding of her desires, effortlessly guiding her deeper into the indescribable realm of lust that coursed through her veins. "I needed you so bad," Sebastian confessed, prompting her to hold him even tighter, desperate to bridge the distance between them. "I know," she whispered in response, their words forging an unbreakable bond. Suddenly, the scorching heat intensified, signaling her impending release, and Sebastian was keenly aware of it. With each thrust, he pushed himself deeper, but her hand on his chest implored him to ease his pace.

"Sebastian... we must stop," she uttered, her voice laced with a mixture of urgency and yearning. He sighed, his gaze fixed on her, exhaustion and hurt etched upon his features. "Why?" he queried, the tone betraying a sense of weariness. "Because... you," she began, her words interrupted by a moan as she struggled to compose herself. "I'll be pregnant..." Her words, tinged with embarrassment, ignited a chuckle from Sebastian, his favorite sound to hear. "What spell did you think I casted on your womb?" he inquired, expecting her to comprehend the implications. And comprehend she did, her cheeks flushing crimson as she nodded in acknowledgment. "You're too adorable, you know?" he whispered, his voice betraying traces of fatigue. "Now, just let go," he nibbled on her ear. "I yearn to fill you with my seed."

Unable to hold back any longer, she succumbed to the tantalizing torture that had built within her, a moan escaping her lips. It wasn't solely the sensation of her release that overtook her, but also the feeling of Sebastian's seeds surging inside her, flooding her with an overwhelming mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. Her entire body trembled as the hot, sticky essence filled her depths, her voice intertwining with his name in a symphony of bliss. In the throes of their mutual climax, Sebastian groaned, succumbing to the torments of his own pleasure.

As their bodies slowly recovered from their ecstatic union, they remained locked in an intimate embrace, their breathing gradually returning to a calm rhythm. The world around them faded into the background, their connection an oasis of shared vulnerability and desire. With whispered words of tenderness and the lingering warmth of their union, they reveled in the aftermath of their passion. As the waves of pleasure subsided, fatigue swept over her like a gentle lullaby. With a contented sigh, she nestled into Sebastian's arms, her eyelids growing heavy as sleep beckoned her. He held her close, his touch tender and protective, his fingers gently caressing her skin. The exhaustion from their intense encounter took its toll, and soon she succumbed to the sweet embrace of slumber.

Hours passed in blissful silence, their intertwined forms finding solace in the peaceful stillness of the night. Sebastian watched over her, his gaze filled with adoration and a touch of concern. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, his fingers tracing the delicate contours of her features, cherishing the serenity that now enveloped her.

As the first rays of dawn peeked through the window, gentle warmth danced upon her face, coaxing her back to consciousness. She slowly blinked her eyes open, her senses gradually awakening to the familiar surroundings. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she found herself lying on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, just as she had before the arrival of the black owl.

A soft smile curved her lips as memories of the previous night flooded her mind. She turned her head to find Sebastian sitting nearby, his eyes fixed on her with a mix of affection and relief. He had remained faithfully by her side, watching over her as she slumbered, ensuring her safety and comfort.

"Good morning," he whispered, his voice a gentle caress in the tranquil space. "How do you feel?"

Her response came as a languid stretch, her body still tingling from their passionate encounter. "Sore, but in the best possible way," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of confusion. "How did you--" She wanted to know how he managed to took her back into the Gryffindor common room, but she quickly noticed the current situation.

Sebastian chuckled, the sound carrying a mix of tenderness and amusement. "I'm glad to hear that. I was worried I may have been a bit too... intense." Then he saw how the morning was touching the common room. "Don't worry, I will leave soon"

She sat up, her eyes meeting his, filled with genuine worry... Yet she knew he hand all under control "You were perfect, Sebastian. More than I could have ever imagined." It was difficult for her to speak the truth after being soo long under he imperious curse.

A warm glow suffused his features, and he reached out to gently brush his fingers against her cheek. "You mean the world to me, you know that, right?" Her expression changed to a confused one.

"But I though you hated me" She whispered as her hand touched his. He chuckled and sighted. "I did... but then I started to understand I crossed a line... after I taught you crucio, after I manipulated you and Ominis to look the cure for Anne... after I killed my uncle" Her heart swelled with affection, a sense of belonging washing over her. "Everyone misses you... Even Ominis" she whispered, her voice brimming with emotion.

Sebastian leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss, a testament to the connection they had forged. As they pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling.

"Rest now," he murmured. "We have a lifetime of adventures ahead of us."

With a contented sigh, she nestled back into his embrace, her head resting against his chest. As she closed her eyes, she knew she was safe and loved, and in Sebastian's arms, she had found her sanctuary. Together, they drifted into a peaceful slumber, ready to face whatever the future held, united in their love and the magic they shared.

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[holylulusworld]

Dirt & Silk (1)

Summary: Fate has chosen you.

Pairing: Alpha!Curtis Everett x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, Curtis being a douche for a moment, lies, mating rituals, mentions of characters' death, arguments, a slap or more, a/b/o

“All for an omega! We lost three of our pack, Curtis. This is insanity!” One of the members of the pack attacking your pack curses. “We shouldn’t have taken her! The alpha of their pack won’t give up on her!”

“She has been chosen, and he wanted me to fight for her!” Curtis yells at the man. “I didn’t want her, Edgar! Gilliam said it must be her! I wish it was her lying dead with our enemies.”

“Curtis!” You recognize Gillaim’s voice. He’s one of the few alphas you respect and trust. “Rules must be followed. It’s our way to claim and mate an omega. We must steal her from her pack and fight for her.”

“Maybe we should leave the past behind and turn toward the future,” Edgar complains. “We lost three of our pack. Strong alphas, and good men.”

“Edgar, you are still young,” Gilliam cups the younger man’s face with one hand. “You need to learn your place and to respect our rules and traditions. We fight for the right to mate an omega for more than an heir.”

“I don’t understand,” Edgar argues. “If it’s not the have wet cunt – what are we fighting for?”

“Honor, pride, strength,” Curtis steps in front of Gilliam to shield his mentor from Edgar’s wrath.

“It’s called natural selection, son,” Gilliam’s features soften. “The alphas we lost last night were the weakest. We had to sacrifice them to strengthen the pack. Wilford’s pack lost more men. None of the survivors complained. They respect our traditions.”

“I won’t do this to have an omega!” Edgar raises his voice. “NEVER!”

“Wilford and I agreed on an armistice thirty years ago. During our ruts, we attacked other packs to mate with their omegas. Innocent lives were taken, and omegas dishonored. Our way makes sure that an alpha and an omega can find each other.”

“Curtis! How could you agree to do this? We lost so many friends!” Edgar growls at Curtis. “HOW??”

“I never wanted that omega! She was chosen for me, Edgar! I wish she fell instead of our friends,” Curtis growls at his friend. His eyes are wild when they land on you.

“Well then, I should go back to my pack,” you dip your head and bare your teeth. “Maybe the next alpha will respect me, and our traditions.”

You storm off, dropping the cozy blanket he wrapped you in not hours ago to the ground.

“She can’t do this…right?” Curtis looks at Gilliam for guidance like so many times before. “Gilliam?”

“An omega has the right to reject a mate if they don’t fulfill their desires and wishes, Curtis. If you do not persuade her to come back, she’s lost for you.”

Gilliam watches his protégé chase after you. He smirks and chuckles as you run faster to shake off your pursuer. “Edgar, I think Curtis found his match.”

“Stop!” Curtis huffs as you walk even faster. “Omega. I said stop!” He tackles you to the ground. Curtis growls as you wiggle in his grip.

“Get off me! I don’t need an alpha, and I’m happy not being mated. If every alpha is like you, I don’t want a mate,” you snarl and growl as Curtis tries to pin you to the ground.

“You’ll change your mind,” he pants on top of you. “I’ll change your mind.” Curtis’s eyes drop to your heaving chest. “I’m gonna make you mine.”

“No, thank you,” you grasp for his beanie, making the alpha growl. “I don’t think I’ll change my mind.”

“I will make you mine,” he threatens, voice low and raspy. “You will beg me to sink my teeth in your neck when I’m inside of you. Your body and mind will belong only to me.”

Curtis furrows his brows. You don’t look scared, or submissive.  All you do is smirk at him. “I’d like to see you try. Before I let you sink your teeth in my neck I’ll rip your throat out.”

His cock twitches at your threat. You can feel his growing erection pressing against your exposed thigh. The thin nightgown does little to cover your modesty. “I will tame you like the wild beast you are.”

Curtis pants heavily as he stares down at you with glowing eyes. He leans closer to steal a kiss, but he doesn’t get the chance to touch your lips. You snap your teeth at him and growl his name.

“A man who wishes I fell instead of the men knowing about the consequences of our rules will never be good enough to become my mate. You want an omega, earn her trust and submission.”

He growls as you wrap your legs around his waistline and use the tactic your mentor taught you to defeat a stronger opponent. You easily flip him over, ending on top of Curts.

“OMEGA!” He growls when you straddle his lap. You glare down at him before you slap his face a few times. “I’m warning you.” He grabs your hips.

“No, I’m warning you,” you slap his face again, earning a deep growl from the alpha. “I allowed you to capture me. I let you scent me to make sure you won’t lose too many alphas. Wilford is an unforgiving opponent and loves to shed blood that isn’t his own. Just like your mentor Gilliam!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He questions while moving his hands under your nightie. “Tell me!”

“They want to make sure there are always more omegas than alphas. The rules, the chase. All of it is only to reduce the number of alphas in your pack. Did you see some of theirs fall?”

“What? No…I mean…Gilliam said your pack lost alphas too,” Curtis watches you cup his face to inspect the angry handprint you left.

“Did you see your fallen alphas?” You lean over him to whisper in his ear so no one can spy on you. “Curtis, did you see them?”

“Gilliam didn’t want us to see them,” he whispers. “Why?”

“I saw two of them. Curtis, they had shot wounds.” He stiffens underneath you. “And stab wounds. Weapons are forbidden during the mating cycle. Our pack is breaking the rules, and Gilliam knows it.”

“The things I said…I was angry, and Edgar riled me up. I didn’t mean it that way. You don’t have to tell me lies about Gilliam,” he snarls as you bury your face in his neck.

“I’m not lying, Curtis. If you don’t believe me,” you nip at his neck, “tell Gilliam you want to see your fallen friends. You’ll see he will come up with an excuse. If you know the truth, you can come back to me.”

You push off him, leaving Curtis in the dirt as he stares up at you. “Y/N,” he says your name for the first time, “wait. Please…”

“I’ll be waiting at your cabin,” you dip your head and give him a sad smile. “I cannot return to my pack. I’m stuck with you. Whether we like it or not.”

Curtis paces the room. He lied to Gilliam and told him that he needed his advice on how to approach you. Now he tries to find the guts to ask Gilliam about the fallen alphas.

 “Gilliam, I want to honor the fallen ones. They helped me get my omega.” Curtis tries to keep his voice even.

“Son, you shouldn’t,” Gilliam fakes a quick smile. “They know you are thankful. Please don’t do this to yourself. Your fellow pack members honored our tradition.”

“What if I want to pay them respect? I should, right?” Curtis presses on. He doesn’t like the way Gilliam’s cheek twitched for a second.

“Please remember them as they were.” Gilliam places his hand on Curtis’ shoulder. “Go to your omega now. Make her happy. For your fallen friends.”

“What are we doing here?” Curtis grunts. “How’d you even get the keys?”

“You wanted to know the truth,” you open the door, and step inside the dark room. “Here it is, Curtis.” You turn your flashlight on. “Your fallen friends are right there. But remember…” you look at Curtis, “There is no turning back if you cross that line.”

Curtis follows you inside the room on unsteady legs. He inhales sharply when you drag the cloth off one of his fallen friends.

“See,” you point at the shot wound on the man’s chest. “A shot wound. All of them got shot or stabbed.”

“They are breaking the rules,” he whispers. His heart clenches in his chest. “Gilliam knows. He didn’t want me to see them. He knows…”

“Of course, he knows. What did you expect?”

“Not…this,” Curtis growls.

“What do we do now?” You ask as you watch Curtis cover his dead friend with the cloth. “Curtis?”

“I need to…I don’t know. We should…” He shakes his head. “If I tell the others about this, they won’t believe me. Gilliam is our alpha.”

“Well, maybe you should become alpha prime…”

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[corroded-hellfire]

Big Brown Eyes - Eddie Munson x Reader, Part 3

Summary: Eddie comes to join you for lunch, being his flirty usual self. It leads to late night phone calls, sharing hard parts of your lives with one another, and maybe an official date, finally? You can read part two here!

Note: Not a whole lot of Everett in this chapter, but there are reasons. Also, the amount of people who have replied, sent asks, and/or commented about this story has made me the happiest Eddie fangirl in all the land. I see each and every thing you guys say and it makes me happier than I can describe. Thank you.

Warnings: language, mentions of death, talk of unsupportive parents, insecurity, lots of Max being her sassy self, I think that’s it?

Words: 7.7k

[Part 4 | Big Brown Eyes masterlist]

Not having to get Everett ready in the morning leaves you with a little extra time, which you decide to use by staying in bed a few minutes longer. Your arms reach up towards your headboard, the muscles of your back stretching out as sunbeams peeking through the curtains splash across your face. With a content sigh, you turn on your right side and face the empty side of the bed. A smile tugs at your lips as you imagine Eddie there. His hair probably gets all tousled and messy in his sleep. He probably has the cutest, most peaceful face while he’s dreaming.

You run your hand up along the cold sheets to the empty pillow. The only people who have ever slept on that pillow are Everett and Max, the time she had a big blowup with her mom and needed to get out of the house for the night. Your fingers scratch at the soft threads, lazy smile still hanging on to your mouth. Closing your eyes, you imagine being nose to nose with Eddie. Feeling his breath ghost across your face and his body heat radiating over to you. You almost don’t want to open your eyes again because you know his large brown ones won’t be there looking back at you. But you have to get up and get ready, so you do.

Pushing yourself out of bed, you go through the motions of getting ready, thoughts of Eddie never leaving your head. Thinking about Eddie brushing his teeth while you’re doing your hair. Of Eddie pouring cereal for Everett while you grab the milk out of the fridge. The thought of a cozy little family makes your stomach feel fuzzy, but you stop yourself. You haven’t even been on a date yet. But it’s exciting to have feelings for someone. The thrill of a crush was always fun in school. Seeing if they’d look at you during class or talk to you at lunch. Only, you’re not in school anymore and you have a son to think about as well. It’s one thing if you and Eddie can hit it off well. It’s another thing entirely if Everett and Eddie can hit it off.

Work is as slow as usual for a Tuesday morning. Summertime usually brought children being tutored or participating in community activities to the library, but those were mostly in the afternoon. You spend the morning checking books back in, eyes trying to avoid the clock as much as possible. A watched pot never checks books in quicker, or whatever the saying is. No familiar faces come in to occupy you, which is more of a school year thing. Hawkins High was technically still in school until tomorrow, but final exams had all passed already, so no students needed the library. Even though you wouldn’t say it out loud, you were glad Mike was able to finish his Pride and Prejudice paper without you. He would’ve distracted you from the work duties you should have been doing.

When one o’clock finally rolls around, you feel yourself starting to get fidgety. Your mind is trying to mentally calculate how long it will take Eddie to wash up for lunch, then get in his van, then drive to the library, then walk inside. Will that all take ten minutes? Fifteen? How long until you can start to worry that he’s not going to show up?

At seven minutes after one, Eddie strolls in, bright smile on his handsome face, a black band tee and light blue ripped jeans adorning his figure, and a fast-food bag clutched in his hand. Your mind hadn’t even calculated that he might stop to get food, yet he’s here before you expected him.

“Hey, beautiful,” he says. He places the bag down on the library desk and leans forward onto his forearms.

“Hey yourself,” you say as you lean in towards him as well. “I didn’t expect you so close to one.”

“I may have checked out for lunch a few minutes early,” he says with a shrug. “Can’t keep a pretty girl waiting.”

“Then you better go and see her,” you tease.

“Hmm,” he hums. “Don’t act like you’re not the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

It’s a good thing you haven’t eaten yet, or the food may have come up with the way your stomach flips at his words. Eddie grins as your face flares up with heat, and part of you likes that he finds your flustered state cute. You get that way more times than you’d like to admit.

“Come on,” you say, nodding your head towards the employee area behind you.

Eddie slips around the desk and follows you into the “lounge.” It’s not much, but there are a few tables to eat at and with minimal employees at the library, you always had lunch time to yourself.

“Now, I wasn’t sure what you like,” Eddie says as he slides into the chair across the small table from you. “So, I bought one chicken sandwich and one burger. What’s your pick?”

“Oh,” you say with a pleased smile. “You didn’t have to buy me anything.”

“You cooked for me last night.” Eddie shrugs. “This is basically the extent of my cooking.”

You chuckle and point to the chicken sandwich. He slides it to you, and you accept it with a thank you. Both of you take your first bites and you groan in satisfaction.

“Okay. This is much better than the turkey sandwich in my bag,” you say.

Eddie smiles and pulls out a carton of fries from the bag and places them in the middle of the table.

“How’s your day been so far?” Eddie asks.

You nod your head as you finish the bite of food in your mouth. “Pretty good. Better now. How’s the garage?”

“Loud,” he says. “But it means I never really have to make small talk, so there’s that.”

“I’m awful at small talk,” you tell him. “But then I start to think about what I can talk about instead and then get all stressed out.”

“Okay,” Eddie says as he wipes his hands off on a napkin. “I’m full of weird topics to talk about. Should we talk about the fact that Star Wars is better than Star Trek, how awkward our middle school years were, or how you get your hair to be so shiny? Sorry.” He smirks, not looking the least bit sorry. “Had to get that into the conversation somehow.”

“Are you this big of a flirt with everyone?” you ask through a smile. It’s a genuine question and though you get the sense that this is how Eddie is with everyone, you want it to be just you.

Eddie tilts his head from side to side, considering the options. “Charm? Yeah, that just seems to exude out of me,” he says with a wink, to show he’s joking. “But no. I can honestly say I don’t think I’ve ever flirted with someone as much as I’m flirting with you.”

The buzz from three cups of coffee has nothing on the feeling that Eddie gives you. You can’t help but squirm in your seat, which Eddie notices with a twinkle in his eye. Resting your elbow on the table and your chin in your hand, you lean in towards him.

“Oh yeah?” you ask with more bravado than you feel. “And why’s that?”

“Well, I already mentioned that you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” Eddie says as if it’s obvious to anyone with the use of their eyes. “But you’re…” he trails off, eyes narrowing as he looks at you.

“If you say ‘different than other girls’, I know you’re taking this from some D-class romcom,” you say.

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head. “I mean, you are. But that’s not what I was going to say. You’re fun and you’re sweet. I like how you can keep up with my goofiness.”

“I like your goofiness,” you tell him. “It adds to the charm you exude.”

The rest of the lunch hour passes just as quickly as dinner had the previous evening. Time with Eddie sure seemed to move differently than time leading up to seeing him. You know that no one will get on you for being a little late back from lunch, but you also know Eddie is new at his job. He seems reluctant to leave though, which gives you a rush of satisfaction. You walk with him out to his van, relishing every moment you have left in his presence. He leans against the side of his vehicle, reminiscent of how he did outside of Dustin’s house the first time you met. He slowly reaches out and takes one of your hands in his. You link your fingers with his and he smiles in response.

“So, as you may or may not be aware,” Eddie says. “We haven’t been on a proper, official date yet. But I’d like to change that, if you would?”

“I’d like that a lot.”

Eddie’s responding grin is enough to make your heart stutter. He steps forward so he’s gazing down his nose at you. You peer back from under your eyelashes and the moment freezes around the pair of you. The air is thick, and you fight the urge to swallow as Eddie’s eyes dip down to your lips before looking back into your eyes.

“Do you like to swim?” Eddie asks softly, as if not to jar you both out of the moment. “Because I heard Hawkins has a pretty nice lake.”

“Lover’s Lake?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He gives you a sheepish grin. “I knew that’s what it was called, I just didn’t want to sound like a complete tool by suggesting we have our first date at a place with a name like that.”

The smallest touch of pink dusts Eddie’s cheeks. It’s nice to have the shoe be on the other foot for once.

“I do like to swim,” you tell him. “And Lover’s Lake is beautiful in the summer.”

“When are you free?” Eddie asks, gently squeezing your hand that’s in his.

You purse your lips as you try to think of the different schedules that determine if you’re free. Obviously, it would have to be a day you aren’t working, and preferably it would be a day that Steve isn’t as well. But you weren’t above seeing if someone else could watch Everett so you could go out with Eddie. Mom deserves to have some fun.

“Well, I know you have your game with Dustin and the gang on Saturdays. So, what about Sunday?” you offer. Steve may or may not be working that day, but you’d deal either way.

“Sunday works,” Eddie says. “Noon-ish? I could bring food for a picnic. Not fast food this time.”

“Ooh, a picnic? And not fast food? You’re spoiling me,” you say with a smirk. “That sounds really good, Eddie. I can’t wait.”

He ducks his head, looking down at his feet for a moment before lifting his eyes back to yours. “Would it be okay if I called you before then? I might go crazy with not talking to you until Sunday.”

“Of course,” you squeak out through the excitement crawling its way through your system.

“Good,” Eddie says, a look of relief washing over his features. He lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll talk to you later, then.”

“Okay.” Your eyes stay on your hand the whole time. From being lifted to his lips, to Eddie slowly bringing it back down and letting go.

“Bye,” he whispers, and you meet his eyes again.

“Bye.” You give him a small wave as he gets into his van. You stay in the parking lot until he pulls out of his parking spot and exits down the next road, where you lose sight of him. With a happy sigh, you turn to go back inside and finish your day at work.

“I don’t wanna!”

You toss the towel in your hand over your shoulder and let out a huff, placing your hands on your hips. Realizing it’s a very “Steve” thing to do, you drop your arms and raise an eyebrow at your son.

“Everett Steven Harrington. You know it’s time for your bath,” you say. “It’ll be over sooner if you stop whining about it and get in the tub.”

“But,” Everett says in a small voice, “I took one.”

“Did you now?”

He nods. “At Daddy’s.”

“Is that so? So, if I call Dad right now and ask him, he’ll tell me you took a bath there today? Or are you lying to me?”

His little hands begin to tug at his Mickey Mouse shirt, and he looks at the rug underneath his feet. Silence settles in the hallway as you wait for an answer. Everett had been caught lying twice in the past few weeks, and neither you nor Steve were having it.

“Am I calling Dad?” You take a step towards the phone and Everett gasps. The phone rings, startling you and sending Everett running into the bathroom.

“I didn’t before! I’ll take it now! M’sorry!” he calls over his shoulder.

With a sigh of relief, you pull the phone off the receiver and put it to your ear. If it really was Steve, he must’ve sensed the issues happening on the other side of the parking lot.

“Hello?”

“Hi, I’m looking for this girl I’ve got a date with this weekend.”

At the sound of Eddie’s voice an involuntary smile curls your lips. Everett won’t cause a fuss now that he knows he’s been caught in a lie, which gives you a few precious moments to lean back against the wall and tease back and forth with Eddie a bit.

“Hmm,” you hum pensively. “Maybe. What’s she like?”

“Me, hopefully,” he says, causing you to let out a loud peel of laughter.

“How could she not? You sound super funny. Not to mention gorgeous.”

“She must’ve told you about me!”

You smile to yourself and wrap your arm around your middle. “She did. Unfortunately, she told me she has to give a stubborn toddler a bath right now. Can she call you in about half an hour?”

“Tell her I’ll be waiting with bated breath,” he says.

“You should watch out. You sound so cute, I might not even tell her you called and keep you all to myself.”

“Oh, no,” he feigns exasperation. “Please don’t! I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since I last saw her. She has to know I can’t get her out of my mind.”

The smile on your face grows even further, and you cover it with your free hand. Your joy slightly dims when you hear Everett knock something over in the bathroom.

“I suppose I’ll give her your message then. You can expect her call soon,” you say.

“I look forward to it, very much,” he answers.

“Bye, handsome.”

“Bye, gorgeous.”

After you click the phone back in place on the wall, you yank the towel off your shoulder and stride to the bathroom.

Everett manages to be on his best behavior during his bath, knowing he already had one strike against him with his lie. He makes the quick decision of wearing his dinosaur pajamas over his puppy ones and climbs into his bed. Stuffies are scattered around his blanket, and he grabs his horse one as he climbs in between the sheets. His favorite book - One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish - only needs to be read to him twice before his eyes are drooping closed. You press a kiss to his forehead, slide the book back on the shelf, and turn off his light before tiptoeing your way back into the hallway.

There’s five minutes until the time you told Eddie you’d call him back, but you know he’d understand if you were a few minutes late. Everyone knows how toddlers can be at bedtime, after all. But you want to make sure everything in the apartment is taken care of first. There are only two cups in the sink, and they can wait until morning, so you skip to washing your face and quickly changing into your pajamas. It’s earlier than you normally get ready for bed, but you have a feeling once you start talking to Eddie, you won’t stop until one of you forces the other to hang up and get some sleep. He may just have to be that responsible one tonight.

Pulling back the quilt on your bed, you slip in and grab the phone off your nightstand. Holding the receiver in your lap, you punch in Eddie’s number and settle back against your pillows. The phone only rings twice before he picks up.

“Hello?”

“Well, hey there. I got a message that you were looking to talk to me?”

“Yeah,” he says. “I heard you had to wrangle an adorable little boy into getting clean.”

“Oh, yes,” you sigh out. Tugging your blankets up higher as you lay back, you close your eyes. “A certain little troublemaker has figured out how to lie and he thinks it can get him out of his least favorite activities.”

“Boy, oh, boy,” Eddie says. “I remember the first time my mom caught me in a lie. I tried telling her that my neighbor’s dog ate my report card.”

“And I’m guessing he didn’t?” you ask.

“Well, it would’ve helped if I remembered that particular dog had died the week before,” he says.

You let out a laugh, slapping a hand over your mouth so you don’t wake Everett.

“I should not be laughing over a dead dog,” you say through your giggles.

“Then laugh at the fact that my mother got her punishments mixed up and she washed my mouth out with soap.”

“Yuck,” you groan. “That happened to me first time I dropped the F bomb in front of my granny.”

“That’s what it’s typically a punishment for!” Eddie says. “But if I got in trouble for swearing, the town would’ve run out of fucking soap.”

“Does your mom still get mad at you for it?”

“Nah,” Eddie says with a sigh. “She died when I was a kid. And she would’ve known it would be an uphill battle trying to keep me from cursing with my dad raising me.”

“Oh Eddie, I’m so sorry,” you say.

“Eh, what are ya gonna do?” he asks. “We’ve all got hard points in our lives.”

“Why don’t you tell me about a happy point?” you offer.

“I’d tell the story about meeting you, but you were kind of there for it,” he says, and you just know he’s smirking. “Hmm, let’s see. Oh! In high school, my band and I played six straight sold out shows at the crappy little venue in town. It might not sound like a lot, but-.”

“No, that sounds amazing!” you say. “Sold out? That’s the stuff bands dream of.”

“Yeah, we weren’t half bad,” Eddie says. “Some covers, some originals, and people seemed to like both.”

“Girls must’ve been all over you guys,” you say, immediately not enjoying the visual of Eddie getting swarmed by pretty girls vying for his attention.

Eddie let’s out a bark of laughter that confuses you. “Shit, sorry,” he says. “I keep forgetting you didn’t know me in high school. No, there were no girls. Like…at all.”

“Not even groupies at the shows?” you ask.

“There were some,” he admits. “Mostly a little older than us. Mostly a little drunk. But you probably don’t want to hear about them.”

“Eddie, I know there have been girls in your life before me. I mean, I have a son, for crying out loud.”

“The coolest little dude on the planet,” Eddie tells you.

“Yeah, he is,” you say with a smile. “Even when he’s a pain in the ass.”

“So, he’s like most guys,” Eddie says.

“Pretty much,” you agree.

“Can I ask about you and Steve?” Eddie’s voice is quiet, like he’s treading on dangerous ground.

“Of course,” you tell him. “There’s not much to the story, honestly.”

“Tell me?” Eddie asks, voice soft and silky, and you know you couldn’t say no to that voice even if you wanted to.

“I knew who he was day one of high school. He was a year ahead of me, but one of the most popular guys in school. Basketball player, ladies’ man, class A douche.”

“I see why you fell for him,” Eddie says, making you smirk.

“Yeah, he wasn’t the greatest guy for a while. He really changed, actually, after Nancy broke up with him. He likes to say that she knocked some sense into him. And it’s true. After that, he befriended a lot of people he never would’ve even looked twice at before. Me included. He and I became really good friends, actually. One of the best I’ve ever had. That’s when I started to have a crush on him. So, neither of them has ever admitted to me, but I’m pretty sure our friend Robin gave him the idea to ask me out. Steve swears it was all him, but I have my doubts. But he did ask, and I said yes. We were together a while. Almost a year, if I remember correctly. We never fell in love though.” Your eyes drift over to a collage photo frame on your wall, pictures full of all your favorite people. There’s one in the middle of you and Steve outside in the snow. Between you is a tiny snowman that barely reaches your knees. It was the closest thing you had to a pregnancy announcement. Steve had built the body of the snow baby, and you had built the head. It was draped in a light green scarf and a bright yellow hat, careful not to give people the impression either way if the baby was a boy or girl. You both hadn’t even known until he was born.

“We just stayed really good friends with benefits, basically. It never emotionally got past that,” you explain. “It wasn’t fair for us to keep each other from finding someone who we could love. So, we broke up. But there wasn’t a single day, not even the day of or after our breakup, where things were awkward between us. We just went right back to being best of friends.”

“I’m guessing Everett was already a bun in the oven when you broke up?” Eddie asks.

“Yep, he was cooking away in me already. I didn’t notice anything was up until I started not being able to walk into where I worked, which was a Mexican restaurant. The smell instantly made me sick. I ended up having to quit because that sensitivity stayed the whole pregnancy. I don’t think I’ve even been back since. But anyway, that was my first clue something weird was going on. Then I realized I was really tired all the time for no reason. The third strike was when I started crying at the stupidest shit. There was a commercial for adopting animals from the shelter and I just burst out crying in the middle of my living room. My parents looked at me like I had three heads. Finally, things clicked together in my brain, and I went to the next town over to buy three pregnancy tests. I wanted to make sure I got an accurate result, no chance for a false positive or negative. And I also wanted to make sure I didn’t run into anyone I know while buying them.”

“You had to be so scared,” Eddie says, and his tone melts your heart. You could tell he was really listening to you, not just waiting for a moment to say “uh huh” as you droned on. He really wanted to know this. To know you.

“I was,” you admit. “Especially when all tests came back positive. Thought I was going to pass out. But I got in my car and went straight to Steve’s. As soon as he answered the door I broke down in tears. That right there scared him, because like I said, I didn’t do that before. We went inside and I told him. Eventually. It took a little while for me to get it out. Steve was shocked. Pretty sure he thought I was playing some kind of trick on him at first. But no, I had the tests with me to prove it. We both had a collective breakdown and freak out, but then we calmed down and talked about it. To this day, I’m pretty sure it’s the most mature either of us has been. He said I should come live with him and his parents, but that wasn’t going to happen. His dad can be scary and his mom, though I absolutely love her to pieces, can be a lot to handle sometimes. Being pregnant? Yeah, no way I could’ve handled them. Or Steve all the time either, honestly.”

“What about your parents?” Eddie asks. “How did they react?”

“Not great,” you tell him. “They didn’t disown me or anything, but they weren’t happy. And it kind of pissed me off that they couldn’t see why I was kind of happy. I mean, yeah, I was terrified of about a million different things. But there was a baby in me. My baby. And it’s like my parents expected me to be upset about that and I just couldn’t be. I didn’t want to be. So, when I got enough money together, I moved out. Steve’s mom is a realtor and found us the apartments we have at a really good price. Then I moved in here, and Steve across the lot. I don’t see my parents that often now. They reach out here or there, but it’s like they don’t care they’re not a big part of my of Everett’s lives.”

“I may have only known you for less than a week, but I can say with complete certainty that it is their loss, and they’re missing out,” Eddie says.

“Thanks,” you say, a shy smile on your lips. “Sorry I went on and on.”

“No! No, don’t apologize. I’m the one who asked you about it. I want to listen to you.”

“Okay, you’ve got to come with a catch,” you say.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks.

“You’re kind, you’re funny, you’re charming, you get along with my kid, you’re ridiculously handsome, and you want to listen to me? Where’s the catch?”

Eddie laughs through the phone. “Oh, I’m sure there’s a million of them,” he tells you. “I play DND with high schoolers. I will quote my favorite movies out loud when I’m watching them. I smoke way too much. Not just cigarettes, either. I’ve been told I snore. And that’s all I can come up with right now. See? I’m a handful.”

“Oh please,” you say. “I’ll take all of that in a heartbeat for all your good qualities.”

“And what were those again?” Eddie teases. “I’m not sure I heard them all the first time.”

“Nuh uh, I don’t need you getting a big head on you, now. Then you’ll be aware you can do better than me,” you say.

“I wish you wouldn’t say things like that,” Eddie says. There’s no humor at all in his voice, which is odd to hear with him. “You’re by far the most amazing person I’ve ever met. And I guarantee that opinion is only going to grow stronger the more I get to know you.”

“How do you do that?” you ask.

“Do what?”

“Make me feel so special.”

“That’s what you deserve,” Eddie says. “You are special. And it’s a shame if no one has told you that before.”

“Eddie Munson, you are a sweetheart.”

“I could say the same thing about you, babe.”

It’s way past the time both of you should have gone to sleep when you finally say goodbye. But neither of you would hang up without the promise of talking again tomorrow night. And that you did. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday night were all spent on the phone with Eddie. Friday even longer, because Everett was staying with Steve, and neither you nor Eddie had to get up for work in the morning. You did have your brunch with the girls though, so you had to say goodnight to get some sleep at some point. But again, it was much later than you should have.

Saturday brunch with the girls was always one of your favorite things to do. You all tried to do it at least once a month if you could, but it was hard. Sometimes there wasn’t a Saturday you could get anyone to watch Everett, or maybe Max or Robin had to work, or like this week, El was out of town. It felt different without having her there to join, but your group also had to adjust every time Nancy went back to school.

“I’m starving,” Robin says as she picks up her menu.

It was a relatively new bakery on the edge of town, but they served the best brunch any of you had ever tasted. Dustin had introduced your group to the small family-owned business when he got a part time job there back at Christmastime. Saturdays he always had off though, because of the DND games every week, so he wasn’t working today.

Max leans back in her seat and purses her lips together as her eyes scan over the listing of items. You kick her foot gently underneath the table.

“Want to get the French toast and I’ll get the waffles and we’ll share again?” you ask.

“Perfect,” she says as she slaps her menu down on the table.

Nancy squirms in her seat the whole time as the waitress comes to take your orders. You raise your eyebrows at her as Robin orders her chocolate chip pancakes. Nancy gives you a smile and shrugs her shoulders. The two of you haven’t gotten to talk since you’d seen her earlier in the week when she pulled up in the car next to you and Eddie while he was changing your oil.

“What’s up?” you ask her once the waitress walks away.

“So, how’s your car?” she asks with a smirk.

The grin slides on your face even as you playfully roll your eyes at her. “You’ve been waiting excitedly to ask me about my car?”

“Do you have a date?” Nancy asks.

“Ooh, what’s this now?” Robin asks, leaning forward on the table.

“Yes, I have a date,” you answer Nancy, a small flush coming to your cheeks.

“Hold on, with who?” Robin asks. “What have I missed?”

“I met a guy,” you say with a shy shrug.

“And he’s hot,” Nancy adds.

“The way you two have the same taste in men is strangely funny,” Max says.

“Yeah, how did y/n and Jonathan never date?” Robin asks Max.

“Where are you guys going?” Nancy asks, ignoring the other two.

“Lover’s Lake,” you say. “A picnic and some swimming.”

“When?” Robin asks.

“Tomorrow. But we’ve talked on the phone every night this week.” The smile on your face grows and all three of your friends can see the sparkle in your eyes.

“You really like him, don’t you?” Max asks, but it doesn’t sound like a hopeful question.

“I do,” you say, eyeing her suspiciously. “Why do you sound sad about that?”

“No, no!” Max says. She sits up straighter and shakes her head. “I’m happy for you. Really, I am! It’s just that I was going to tell you about this guy who moved in across the street from me. I met him and immediately thought that he was perfect for you.”

“She’s not getting married to this guy,” Robin says. “What’s his name, anyway?”

“Eddie.” With the name, an involuntary smile spreads across your face.

“Wait, really?” Max asks, eyes wide.

“Yeah. Why?” Her odd questions make your brow pinch in confusion.

“Eddie is the name of my neighbor,” she says. “Does he have long hair?”

Now your eyes widen. “Yes. Curly? Big brown eyes?”

“Holy shit,” Max says with a grin. “I was right! I knew you two would be great together.”

“He lives across from you?” you ask in excitement.

“Yeah! Moved in a few weeks ago. Wait, how did you guys meet?”

“Eddie plays DND with the guys and I met him at Dustin’s. Did Lucas not tell you about him?”

“No,” Max huffs. She rolls her eyes and leans back in her chair again. “Though, to be fair, I never listen when he talks about that damn game. So maybe he did.”

“This feels like a John Hughes movie,” Robin says.

“You drove Max here, right?” you ask Robin.

“Yes, but you can take her home,” Robin answers with a smirk.

“He might not even be there.” You shrug, but you can’t ignore the butterflies buzzing around your stomach at the prospect of seeing Eddie in a few hours.

“DND was cancelled today, wasn’t it?” Max asks. “I may not listen to Lucas about it, but I do remember something about skipping a week when Will goes out of town.”

“Huh, you’re right,” you say.

“Oh, look at that smile on her face. I’ve got to see this Eddie dude,” Robin says. She turns to look at Max. “You think he’s hot? I’m not sure how reliable these two are when it comes to guys. They’ve both slept with Steve.”

“Hey!” you and Nancy say at the same time.

“Max thinks Steve is hot, too,” you add, to which Max nods her agreement.

“Ugh,” Robin groans, slouching down in her chair. “Still. Thoughts on Eddie, Max?”

“Yeah, he’s hot,” Max says. “Nice, too. Weird. But in a good way.”

“He plays DND with the boys,” Nancy says. “He had to be a little weird.”

“Has he met Everett yet?” Max asks.

“Technically, he met Everett before he met me,” you say. “When I first saw Eddie, Everett was talking his ear off.”

“Really?” Robin asks. “He wouldn’t talk to Vickie the first three times he met her.”

“I know,” you say. “I was shocked. But he was talking to him, looking at the rings he was wearing, and gave him a high five goodbye.”

“That’s a good sign,” Nancy says.

“How many dates until they get to spend actual time together?” Max asks.

You take a deep breath and rest your hands on the table in front of you. “I’m already trying not to get ahead of myself. We haven’t even had our first date yet and I already like him so much. So, I’m trying not to think about that yet.”

“I’ve never seen you like this,” Robin says. “Not even when you had a crush on The Hair.”

“That’s because she always gushed to me about Steve,” Max says with a playful smile. “But Robin’s right. You never lit up like this when you talked about him.”

Nancy leans over and squeezes your arm. “I’m so excited for you. You deserve this.”

“Thanks,” you say as you eye the waitress appearing with the food for your table. “I hope you keep that in mind when you and Steve try to battle Ev into a bath tomorrow.”

“Shit!” Max grabs onto the handle above the car door, her other arm bracing herself against the dashboard.

“Sorry.” You wince as you pull out onto the highway. You’d always been a cautious driver – even more so when you became a mother – but with the prospect of seeing Eddie, you suddenly had a lead foot.

“I’d like to survive to walk across the stage at graduation next week, thank you very much,” Max says.

“Oh relax,” you say as you watch the speedometer lower to a more acceptable speed.

The thoughts in your brain were traveling faster than your car. What if Eddie isn’t home? What if he is? Will he think it’s weird that you wanted to come by and say hi? No, you tell yourself. He would’ve done the same thing. The fact that you’re so sure about that causes bubbles of excitement in your stomach and an unavoidable smile to appear.

“I like seeing you like this,” Max says.

“Hmm?” You look over at her as you reluctantly pull up to a red light.

“Happy,” she says. “I mean, I’ve seen you happy a lot. You’re generally in a good mood. But this is something different. Something extra.”

The smile on your face grows as the light turns green and you venture forward.

“It’s kind of scary,” you say, smile never faltering. “Like, a million ‘what ifs’ go through my head all the time. About him, about us, about me.”

“You think too much,” Max says. “Just…relax.”

“Oh, thanks. Now I’m perfectly at ease.”

Max ignores your sarcasm and adjusts her position in her seat now that your driving is no longer scaring her.

“I just mean that you don’t have to worry so much. You became a mom at eighteen. That’s how old I am now. Could you even imagine me doing that?” she asks.

“You could,” you tell her. “You’re one of the strongest people I know. But you want to go to college, so I don’t recommend you and Lucas get into anything like that.”

“Okay, first of all, no. No babies for like, ten years at least for me. Second of all, yeah, I could do it. Now. You know why? I saw how you did it. I saw you take care of things I never even thought that you’d need to do. You knew Steve was there for you, you knew we were all there for you, and you let us help when you needed it. Eventually, anyway. You were stubborn at first.”

“That shouldn’t have been surprising,” you interject.

“Shut up,” Max says fondly. “You ignored the stupid people at school who threw mean looks your way or decided to open their big mouths. Even the teachers and their sly remarks. The way you handled it was amazing.”

“Because I knew I had you guys in my corner,” you tell her. “I had my gang behind me to always have my back. There’s no way I could’ve done any of it without you all.”

“Okay, but you still have us. So, see? If you can have a baby at eighteen, you can date a guy.”

“Why does the dating seem so much scarier?” you ask.

“Well, you already conquered being a new mom,” she points out with a shrug. “That was the scariest thing then. I remember because you told me so.”

“Yeah, but the baby wasn’t going to judge me,” you mumble.

“You really think Eddie is going to judge you?”

You sigh and drop your head back against the headrest.

“Not judge, I guess. I don’t know. I guess I’m just feeling…”

“Insecure?” Max offers when you don’t finish. You nod and Max reaches over to squeeze your shoulder. “Don’t be. I know, easier said than done. But you have no reason to be. You’re smart, you’re sweet, you’re beautiful, you’re a kickass mom, and one of the best people I know. If he doesn’t see that he’s the biggest idiot. But it kind of sounds like he does see it, from what you’ve said.”

You give her a bashful smile as you turn into the trailer park.

“How are you so smart?” you ask.

“Oh, please,” Max says with a snort. She crosses her arms over her chest and looks out the front windshield. “That’s nothing new.”

With a chuckle of agreement, you pull your car to a stop in front of Max’s place.

“I was afraid to look,” you say, keeping your eyes straight ahead. “Is his van there?”

Max leans forward to look around you and smirks at what she sees. She turns your car off and pulls the keys out of the ignition. You turn to look at her and she tosses the keys in your lap.

“Take a look,” she says. “You’ll like what you see.”

Your stomach does a little flip before you turn your head in the direction of Eddie’s trailer. But it’s nothing compared to the giant swoop your stomach endures when you see Eddie, shirtless, working on a motorcycle. His hair is tucked up in a low ponytail at the base of his neck, just as it was when he worked on your car. It’s a hot June day so there’s a light sheen of sweat on his naked torso, bringing glistening attention to the tattoos adorning his skin. You’ve seen the ones on his arms from the previous times you had spent together, so your eye is drawn to the ones that have been hidden from you. From a spider near his collarbone, your gaze drifts to what appears to be the head of a demon, inked right over his heart. Eddie turns his body to reach for something on the other side of the black motorcycle, and it gives you a perfect view of the muscles rippling down his back.

Across his shoulder blades there’s a tattoo of a disjointed musical staff, notes dotting along the different lines. The music dances along his skin as he continues his work on the bike. Lower on his back, close to his right hip, there’s a tattoo that you have to squint to get a better view of. Your eyes strain to see a bolt of lightning shooting down, wrapped in barbed wire. From there, your eyes can’t help but keep going further down, landing on his ass, clad in tight black jeans.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“What?” you whip your head away from Eddie to look at Max, who looks like the cat who ate the canary.

“You’re going to cut yourself on your keys.” She nods down to your lap where your hand is gripping your keys so hard that each little groove leaves a deep dent in your skin. You drop the keys and realize most of the other muscles in your body have tensed up as well. With a deep breath, you attempt to calm your whole system.

“Okay, come on,” Max says, grabbing her door handle and pushing the door open. “Don’t think, just get out.”

Not giving yourself a chance to think, as Max said, you climb out of your door and close it behind you. Eddie doesn’t turn around, but you didn’t expect him to at the simple sound of a door slamming shut.

“Hey, Munson!” Max calls.

Well, that’s one way to do it, you think.

Eddie looks over his shoulder, eyes widening as they land on you. He turns his whole body to face you and he instantly drops his wrench and heads towards you. The closer he gets, the more you can see how his face is lit up, your head getting fuzzy from the sight.

“Look who I found,” Max says. She walks around to your side of the car and leans against the rear door. He barely spares a glance at her, making her smirk as she watches the two of you be infatuated with one another.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks with a grin. He opens his arms to you, and you see the hesitancy in his eyes as he realizes he’s sweaty. You don’t give him a chance to rescind the offer though, as you go in and wrap your arms around his bare waist. His arms encircle you as you rest your head against his shoulder. Should the smell of him all sweaty be gross? Because it’s not. It’s actually really hot.

“Driving Max home,” you tell him. “Didn’t know your neighbor was one of my best friends.”

“Mm, you’re friends with Red, huh?” you both pull back and he’s smirking at you. “Good. She could use a good influence in her life.”

Without turning around, you know Max is flipping him off. Eddie looks at her and chuckles, confirming your suspicion. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you close your eyes to savor the sensation. His lips on your hands those times before felt amazing, but having them against your face? You’re not sure how you’ll survive when he finally kisses your lips.

“I didn’t know you rode a motorcycle,” you say.

Eddie turns his head to look over his shoulder at the bike before looking back at you.

“Yeah, got it a few years back. Didn’t work very well back then but now she’s at the top of her game,” he says.

“It looks good,” you say. The heat is already crawling up your face before you speak the next sentence. “And so do you.”

His smirk causes the red in your cheeks to deepen, and you wish you knew if the pink flush on his face was from exertion being out in the heat, or because of what you just said to him.

“Thanks, beautiful,” he says.

“You know,” you say as Eddie reaches down and takes each of your hands in his own. “Max was kind of bummed when she heard I had a date tomorrow.”

He frowns and looks over at her.

“What?” he asks. “Why?”

“She said she was bummed because she wanted to set me up with her neighbor,” you say with a giggle.

“How was I supposed to know you already met?” Max asks with a shrug.

“Well damn,” Eddie says. “Nice to know the universe had a backup plan if I didn’t meet you at Dustin’s. You’d make a good wingman, Red.”

“She knows her friends really well,” you say, smiling at Max over your shoulder.

“Alright,” Max says, pushing herself off your car. “I’ve had enough heart-to-hearts for the day. I’m heading inside.”

You let go of Eddie’s hands to give Max a hug. She hugs you back and pats your shoulder as she pulls away.

“No making out on my lawn, please. And for the love of God, use protection. I can’t babysit Everett and a baby sibling of his.”

“Max!”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #bbe

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We Fall Like Snow ║ Part ⅠⅠⅠ

series summary: After the events that took place at the Cliff Beasts set, needless to say as his bodyguard (and friend) you became overprotective of Dieter. You have all your worries under control until you accidentally flip over a young fan by grabbing her wrist, causing the media to stir with speculations as to why. Luckily Dieter's family arrives in the nick of time, scooping you both from New York to their cozy cabin; however winter wonderland can't last forever and you need to face the consequences of your actions sooner or later.

pairing: Dieter Bravo x bodyguard!ofc; Amina Addams, written in reader format

chapter summary: You meet Dieter's cousin Everett. The family takes you ice skating.

word count: 8.1k

chapter warnings: dieter being a softie, piv, oral (receiving), lots dirty talking, near-death experience (almost drowning), vaginal fingering

**dividers by the amazing @saradika

The winter sun warms your skin as you step out of the car. You assume that the tall blond man being embraced by Adaline is the Everett you’ve heard so much about. Dieter laughs and pats Everett on the back. 

You stand awkwardly in the snow, the freezing cold seeping through the soles of your boots, you feel a sense of isolation wash over you. You are used to being an integral part of Dieter's life, but now you find yourself on the outside looking in. You watch as Adaline embraces Everett, Dieter standing nearby with a grin on his face, and you can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and longing. You want to be a part of this scene, to be included in the laughter and camaraderie, but instead, you are left standing on the sidelines. The sense of exclusion weighs heavily on your shoulders, and you can't shake the feeling that you will always be an outsider.

You take a step forward, your eyes looking up at the cabin. It’s quite big and cozy looking. You see decorations here and there, shadows of colorful light visible from the windows. There’s also a wreath hanging on the door. When you reach the family, Everett looks you up and down with curiosity. A shy smile touches your lips. 

“And who’s this?” he asks as Adaline tears away from his broad frame. 

“Oh, this is Amina, Dieter’s bodyguard,” she introduces them politely. “Amina, this is Everett, Claus’s sister’s son— Dieter’s cousin,” 

As Everett reaches out his hand, you can't help but be struck by the contrast between him and Dieter. While Dieter's warm brown eyes radiate comfort and familiarity, Everett's crystal blue gaze is sharp and piercing, like a beam of light cutting through the darkness.

You take Everett's hand, feeling a jolt of electricity as you make contact. His smile is wide and friendly, but you can sense a hint of reserve behind it as if he's not quite sure what to make of you.

"It's nice to meet you," you say, trying to put him at ease.

Everett nods curtly, his accent revealing hints of his German heritage. His voice is clear and commanding, the kind of voice that would be perfect for a podcast or a radio show.

"I wasn't aware that bodyguards had to tag along everywhere," he says.

You can feel the tension between you and Everett, as if you're both trying to size each other up. 

“Well they don’t,” Dieter answers instead, his voice thick with sleep. “But some stuff happened and mom invited her to tag along,” 

Mom invited her

During this whole thing you never once stopped to think about if Dieter actually wanted you around. You always kind of assumed that he did. You try to brush off the sting of his words, but it lingers in the back of your mind. Everett looks at Dieter with his one eyebrow raised. 

“What stuff?” 

Claus slugs his arm over Everett’s shoulder, guiding him inside, “We’ll tell you all about it later. You know how your cousin is, always getting into trouble— Let’s get settled in first,” 

Everett sneaks both you and Dieter one last look before disappearing inside with Claus, you can hear vague murmuring. Adaline sighs next to you. When you turn to look you notice a fond smile blooming on her lips, she shakes her head. 

“He says that yet leaves us with all the luggage,” she clicks her tongue with a smile. “Anyway, let’s carry this all inside. I hope you’ll find everything alright,” It takes you a while to notice that the last part was directed at you. You nod quickly as you pick up two bags, they’re only slightly heavy. Dieter gives you a blank stare. 

“I’m sure everything is lovely Mrs—” you clear your throat.  “Adaline,” 

As you make your way towards the quaint, cottagecore-inspired stairs, you’re being tugged back before you reach the first step. Adaline’s already up the stairs. 

“Hey,” 

It's Dieter, his face contorted in a way that you can't quite decipher. As you lower your gaze, you see that his hands are empty, palms turned towards you as if he's expecting you to give him something. You raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"What?" you ask, your voice tight with curiosity.

He gives you an exasperated look and steps closer, the warmth of his body radiating towards you in the cold, crisp air. You are suddenly very aware of his lips and neck, your own breathing becoming shallow and labored. Dieter leans in, slightly bending his knees as he takes both bags from you, his fingers brushing against yours in a slow, steady motion that sends shivers down your spine.

"You don't need to carry everything," he says, his voice low and intimate. "You're on vacation."

You stare at him unblinking, caught in the spell of his proximity and warmth. He climbs up the stairs, and when he realizes you're not following him, he turns and gives you a bright, humorous smile.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" he asks, his voice laced with playful mischief.

"Yeah— Coming," you manage to reply, your throat feeling itchy and dry. You quickly make your way up the stairs. 

The two of you enter the cabin together. Everett and Claus are both leaning over the counter, talking with quick breaths. Meanwhile, Adaline is rummaging through the fridge half-bent over. Looking around you notice the fireplace, large windows, and cozy-looking furniture. You see that the cabin isn’t fully decorated, one window has colorful lights dangling from the top of it while the other does not. The Christmas tree that sits in the corner is also undecorated, naked, essentially. 

Dieter drops the bags and heads towards his family, you follow a close trail behind, the familiar movement causing you to feel nostalgic. Everett spots the two of you and breaks away from his conversation with Claus, who seems unbothered by the interruption. You wonder what the two of them were talking about, and if it has anything to do with your arrival.

“Dieter!” 

“Everett!” 

They embrace roughly as guys do. Everett slightly pushes Dieter down as the latter affectionately pats his stomach. They both laugh. When they part, their arms are still tangled around one another, and Everett’s gaze lands on you. 

“So you brought your bodyguard, huh?” he asks, the question directed at Dieter. 

You feel somewhat relieved that Claus wasn’t filling Everett in about what happened back in New York. 

“She’s also my friend jackass,” Dieter answers, his tone light. “She’s here to have fun and relax—” 

“Oh good, that means no one will stop me when I wrestle you to the ground,” 

You chuckle at that, stuffing your hand in your pocket you tilt your head. 

“Just because I’m not on the clock doesn’t mean you can wrestle him down,” the smile never wavers, and you shrug. Everett gives you a lopsided grin. “Besides, I taught him a couple of moves. I’m sure he’ll be able to hold his own,” 

“Oh?” he hums, raising an eyebrow. “So you think he can beat me?” 

You look him up and down. Did you think Dieter could beat him? No. Probably not. But you don’t allow the question to linger in the air. 

“Positive.” 

He laughs, and the sound sends a pleasant tingle up your spine. Looking at Dieter, Everett squeezes his shoulder. 

“Hear that Dieter? She thinks you can beat me, care to prove her right with a friendly match?” 

“If you promise not to cheat,”

“Me? Cheat?” Everett lets out an exasperated gasp and touches his chest. “I would never.” 

Dieter rolls his eyes at that but he’s smiling, he pats Everett’s stomach once more and peels away from the embrace. 

“Sure then.” Dieter’s gaze momentarily lingers on you, eyes softening. “We can fight.” 

“You two used to wrestle a lot?” 

Everett nods, “We used to do it annually when the family came together but that doesn’t happen anymore. Flights aren’t cheap,” 

“Oh, you took a flight here? From where?” 

“I didn’t but for my folks to come over they would have to. They live in Germany,” 

Noticing your shock, Dieter cuts in. 

“Most of my father’s side still lives in Germany; my aunt, my cousins, grandparents. They don’t like to travel a lot, but Everett lives here so we get to see him more often than the rest. The other’s sometimes facetime us on Christmas,” 

“And we usually meet up here but someone—” Everett’s brows furrow as he turns to his cousin. “—Didn’t make it last year,” 

Dieter groans, eyes staring up at the ceiling. “How many times am I going to say this I was working,” he suddenly gestures to you. “If you don’t believe me ask her, she was there while I was busting my ass off,” 

“Oh yeah, he was very busy,” you say, exaggerating every word and adding a wink at the end. Everett laughs, and Dieter pouts. 

“Just because he’s a movie star he thinks he can ignore us,” Everett answers, Dieter’s frown deepens. 

“Don’t call me that.” 

The air grows heavy with the subtle venom beneath his words, Everett is still smiling, however, you can see worry crossing his face, and the corner of his eye twitches. You immediately regret making fun, you should’ve known better. 

Though, in your defense, you had called Dieter a movie star many times before and he never once showed any signs of annoyance.  Everett lifts his hand to presumably put it on Dieter’s shoulder, but the latter moves away before he can. 

“I think mom might need my help,” 

Your eyes wander to the kitchen, you can't help but be struck by the chaos unfolding before you. Adaline is flitting about like a hummingbird, her hands a blur as she mixes ingredients and tosses them into a bowl. Dieter soon joins her, following her instructions and pulling out pots and pans from the cabinets.

It's a sight to behold, and you can't help but be entertained by the mother-son duo in the kitchen. But as you watch Dieter reach for a bowl, you can't help but be struck by something else entirely.

His shirt rides up ever so slightly, exposing a patch of skin just above the small of his back. And oh boy, is it a sight to behold. You feel your mouth fill with saliva as you drink in the sight of Dieter's soft stomach and freckled skin.

You try to look away, but it's too late. Everett has already noticed your gaze, and you can feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

You turn to him, hoping he didn't see what you were looking at. But the twinkle in his eye tells you everything you need to know. He knows exactly what you were looking at.

“Sorry about that,” he says sheepishly. For a moment you think that he’s talking about you ogling his cousin. “I wasn’t expecting him to get mad at that,” 

You blink, his words slowly registering.

“Me neither,” you mutter, observing the tips of your boots. “I call him a movie star all the time, he’s never seemed upset by it before. Like, I joke about it constantly.” 

"You know, his parents have a habit of calling him that when they're upset with him," Everett whispers, leaning in closer and brushing your ear. "They use it very derogatory. They're supportive of what he does, but sometimes it can get heated, especially with all the constant news flowing around him. And, well... when he didn't show up last year, they did get a bit upset."

You have a feeling it might’ve been more than a bit. 

Everett's words wash over you, and you can't help but feel a sense of melancholy. You've seen the headlines about Dieter, and you know how cruel the media can be. The paparazzi have never shown him mercy, and you can't begin to imagine the toll it must take on him and his family.

Everett seems to sense your distress, and he takes a step back, his hands coming to rest on his hips. His playful wink is meant to lighten the mood, but you can't shake the feeling of sadness that has settled over you.

"But hey, you didn't hear it from me," Everett says, his voice low and conspiratorial. "He's a bit touchy on the subject."

Dieter's mother calls out to him, her voice carrying through the house. "Everett, dear. Why don't you show Amina to her room? Breakfast slash brunch will be ready in a bit."

Your heart sinks as Dieter doesn't even look up at you, his eyes fixed on the bowl in front of him. You can't help but feel a pang of hurt, wondering if there's any way to bridge the gap between you and Dieter.

Everett leads you upstairs, showing you to your cozy room. 

Unlike the living room, your room has already been fixed up before your arrival. It’s bright, the walls pastel yellow, and the windows large with Christmas lights dangling down from the top. You also spot a tiny balcony, a roundtable stands in the middle of it. The bed is king-sized, it looks luscious, and soft as if it was ripped directly out of a commercial. There’s a small fireplace in the corner of the room. A soft tingle spreads throughout your muscles and you realize how in dire need of sleep you are. 

“Tired?” Everett asks standing next to you, when you turn to look at him you see that he’s smiling. 

“A bit but I’ll be fine,” 

“You’ll probably have time to rest after we eat, then I think Adaline wants to go ice skating,” 

"Ice skating?" you ask, your voice filled with hesitation. You've never done it before, and to be honest, you're not sure you have the talent to glide on top of a frozen lake.

Everett nods, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Yeah, we do it every year. But don't worry, you don't have to skate," he says with a chuckle, clearly seeing the hesitation on your face. "There's an open cafe there that makes amazing hot chocolate. You can just watch and warm up with a cup of cocoa."

You let out a breath of relief, feeling grateful that you don't have to force yourself onto the ice. "That sounds great," you say, smiling shyly. You're not sure how much you would enjoy skating, but the thought of sipping on a warm cup of hot chocolate sounds like heaven.

You stand at the edge of the frozen lake, the snow drifting softly down from above, and you can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you. The world around you is blanketed in white, and you feel like you're standing in the center of a beautiful, wintery wonderland.

Dieter is close by your side, his knuckles brushing over yours. The small cafe behind you is a beacon of warmth and comfort, its rich, chocolatey aroma wafting over to you on the chilly winter breeze. You can't help but feel your mouth water at the thought of sipping on a warm cup of cocoa, your hands wrapped around the mug as you huddle together in the cozy warmth. There’s only one other family occupying the cafe other than the Bravos.

"Are you sure you're not going to at least try?" Dieter prompts, looking at you with a crooked smile and an amused gaze. "I never thought you'd be scared of a little ice."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Oh, I don't know. I just figured someone as tough and fearless as you wouldn't be afraid to take on a little challenge," Dieter says, his voice laced with teasing.

You can't help but laugh at his words, shaking your head. "I'm not afraid of a challenge, I just don't want to fall ass first onto the ice in front of all of you," you say, looking around at the rest of the family.

Your cross your arms against your chest as Dieter grins widely. He raises his hand that holds a pair of skates that Adaline had brought for you just in case. 

“Don’t tease her, Dieter,” Claus says. He and Adaline are holding hands as they slowly start to move around the ice. “God knows you were terrified your first time too,” 

“I was ten, dad.” 

Without another word, Adaline and Claus skate away, leaving you, Dieter, and Everett standing together on the ice. Dieter is still holding out the skates, his smile taunting as he looks at you expectantly. You feel slightly off after the car ride. Dieter's behavior seems to be more erratic than usual and it's unsettling. It's not uncommon for him to act one way and then the other, but for some reason, it feels more jarring this time.

You chew your bottom lip, your eyes flitting between the skates and Dieter’s excited eyes. You’re not a fan of trying new things, especially when there’s a very high chance that you might be bad at it. 

“Come ooon…” he sings, dangling the skates. “I know you want to,” 

Everett nudges your arm with his own, a smile crossing his lips. You had forgotten that he was there. 

“We’ll be sure to help you out,” Everett points at Dieter, his smile widening into a grin. “And I’m sure this one here won’t let you fall,” 

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," you say smiling. "He might decide to seek revenge for all those early mornings I made him endure."

Dieter grins and nods, his look is soft, and it makes you question your cutthroat answer. It’s really not fair that he can sway your mind this easily. Sometimes you wonder if he knows the power he holds over you. His being oblivious to it might be worse actually. You let out a sigh, shake your head, and yank the ice skates from his hand. His eyes glimmer and the look makes your chest feel tight. 

“We got her,” Dieter says. 

“Only if you promise to teach me,” 

“I promise.” 

Quickly strapping on your skates, you stand with wobbly legs. It’s not a perfect fit and your feet slide up and down within. Everett’s already on the ice, watching you two as Dieter offers you his arm. With a smile, you cross your arms with his and your nails dig into his clothed bicep. He always feels warm. 

As you step onto the ice, the cold air hits you like a wall and you feel your cheeks sting with the sudden chill. You struggle to keep your balance, wobbling, and flailing as you try to skate forward.

Dieter, sensing your distress, wraps his arm on your waist instead and steadies you, his body heat radiating through your coat and warming you up. You’re surprised when you realize how nice this actually feels, how normal it is. 

But just as you start to feel comfortable on the ice, Dieter suddenly pulls away, leaving you to stumble and nearly fall.

"Hey, where are you going?" you call out, trying to keep your balance.

“This is the best form of education,” Dieter grins, skating backward. “I’m the mama bird and you’re the baby bird,” 

“I don’t think mama birds kick their babies out of the nest!” you shout but you doubt he’s heard you, biting the inside of your cheek, you stretch out your arms and try to find some kind of balance.

You struggle to stay upright, and you can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Dieter is skating circles around you, teasing and taunting you with his impressive skills, while Everett watches from the sidelines with a mix of amusement and concern.

Everett is quick to fill the gap, skating up to you with a grin. "Need some help?" he asks, offering his hand.

You take his hand gratefully, letting him guide you around the ice. You allow him to guide you for a bit but then let go— determined to prove that you can skate on your own, you try to stand tall and glide forward. You try to stand tall and glide forward, but your efforts are short-lived as you lose your balance and begin to fall.

Just as you're about to hit the ice, Everett's quick reflexes kick in and he catches you, lifting you up and steadying you once again.

"Whoa there, you've gotta relax and take it slow," Everett says, his voice one of laced a clearly seasoned ice skater. "Here, let me show you how it's done. Before you try to upstage someone who’s been nearly skating his entire life,"

You laugh at Everett's words, and here you thought you were as unreadable as a blank wall. 

Everett takes your hand and begins to guide you around the ice, showing you how to move your feet and find your balance on the ice. His patient instruction and easygoing demeanor help you to relax and enjoy the moment, and before long you're gliding around with ease.

As you skate, you can't help but notice Dieter watching you from a distance, his eyes fixed on you and Everett as you skate hand in hand. But as soon as he catches your gaze, he turns and skates off to join his parents. The intensity of the moment gone.

"Don't take Dieter too seriously," Everett says, sensing your discomfort. "He can get a little competitive at times."

You're surprised by this revelation, as you've always thought of Dieter relaxed, most of the time anyway. You never thought that he has a competitive streak.

"Really? I didn't know that," you reply, glancing over at Dieter as he skates across the ice with ease.

"Yeah, it's all in good fun though," Everett adds with a grin. "He's just trying to show off a little."

He teaches you more tricks and tips about ice skating, slowly it’s starting to get easier. You start to get to know Everett better, chatting and laughing as you glide across the ice. You learn that Everett is an engineer, but he doesn't seem too thrilled about his job.

"It's okay, I guess," Everett says with a shrug. "But it's not really what I wanted to do with my life. I always thought I'd be working on cool projects, designing and building things from scratch. But it's mostly just sitting in front of a computer all day, running simulations and crunching numbers."

You can sense the disappointment in Everett's voice, and you can't help but feel a little sorry for him. "That sounds really frustrating," you say sympathetically.

"It can be," Everett admits. "But I'm trying to make the most of it. I still get to work on some cool projects once in a while, and I get to see the impact of my work on the world. It's just not as exciting as I thought it would be."

“Yeah, I get that,” you answer, eyes lingering on Dieter who’s currently talking with his parents. When you turn back to Everett you see that his brow is raised, seeming slightly intrigued by your vague answer. You stammer over your words and scratch the back of your head. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I love my job but it can be a bit overwhelming.”

“Dieter giving you trouble?” 

“I wouldn’t say that it was him giving me trouble—” 

The conversation is cut short as Dieter skates back over to you and Everett, he announces that his parents are heading into town to do some shopping and they've invited you to join them.

"It's a bit of a drive, so we wouldn't be able to go into town a lot. So if you have anything you need now would be a perfect time to go and get it," Dieter says.

You hesitate, still feeling tired from the drive the night before. But Everett jumps at the opportunity, saying that he needs to buy something warm to wear at home since he forgot to pack a coat.

"Come on, it'll be fun," Everett’s words are directed at you, trying to coax you into joining them.

But as you stand on the ice, feeling the tension between you and Dieter, you're not sure if you want to go. 

"I don't know," you say, looking back and forth between Dieter and Everett. "I'm still feeling a little tired from the trip."

But to your surprise, Dieter smiles and says, "It's okay, I'll stay with you if you don’t wanna go. The walking distance isn’t that far so we can head back home whenever you want to.” 

You and Dieter stand side by side as you wave them off. But with the distraction of others gone, you feel at loss for words, as if this was the first time the two of you have been left alone. It’s a silly feeling, really. Talking to Dieter had never been something difficult to do, it always came naturally to you as breathing, even at the beginning of your friendship. You feel Dieter’s arm pressing against yours, a soft sigh falls from your lips. Even if he notices the sound, he doesn’t say anything. 

The snowflakes are delicate and light, drifting down from the sky like tiny crystals. As they land on your skin, they feel cool and refreshing, a welcome contrast to the warmth of Dieter's touch. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice dropping. “I’ve been a bad host haven’t I?”

“No, no of course not—I get it, it can be hard spending time with family. Besides we’re all a bit tired from the ride over here, it’s normal for nerves to take over,”  

Dieter nods and looks down at the ice, his handsome features shadowed. He doesn’t say anything else, his apology lingers in the air, neither of you not really knowing what to do.

Snow falls softly around you.

"I learned a few things from Everett. Want me to show you? I’m a pro now if you haven’t noticed,"

You’re both equally surprised at the sudden string of words leaving your mouth. Apparently, your body couldn’t handle the uncomfortable silence anymore. Without thinking you clamp a hand over your mouth and giggle. Dieter grins at you. 

You can see the hint of a spark in his eyes. "Sure," he says, his voice laced with amusement. “Show me what you got pretty girl,”

Your eyes go wide, wanting to hide your shock you take off across the ice, gliding and swirling around Dieter as you demonstrate what you've learned. You’re still a bit slow and a bit clumsy, but you’re making it work somehow. You can feel the chill of the ice against your skin, and you can't help but laugh and smile as you skate.

Dieter watches you with a mixture of pride and amusement, and you can see the ghost of a smile lingering on his lips as he watches you skate. As you drift away from him, you can feel the tension between you melting away—Thankfully.

You drift further and further away from him, not really aware of how far you’ve gone. Slowly, you start to sense that something is wrong, an uncomfortable prickling itching at your skin.

At first, you dismiss the feeling as nerves or anxiety. But as you skate on, the ice beneath you starts to feel brittle and unstable. You hear Dieter calling out to you, his voice laced with panic and fear, and you turn to see him skating toward you as fast as he can.

But it's too late. With a sickening crack, the ice beneath you shatters and collapses, sending you plummeting into the freezing water below.

You scream as you hit the surface, the icy water taking your breath away. You can feel the cold seeping into your bones, numbing your limbs, and stealing your strength. You try to swim to the surface, but the weight of your clothes and the slipperiness of the ice make it nearly impossible.

You hear Dieter's voice calling out to you, but it seems distant and muffled as if he's far away. You're going to drown, all alone in this icy, freezing water.

Darkness closes in around you. 

You never should’ve gotten on top of the ice.

Dieter watches in horror as you fall through the ice into the frozen lake. Without hesitation, he moves towards the hole, his heart racing with panic.

The ice is slippery and treacherous, and Dieter can feel the cold seeping into his bones. He can see you struggling in the water, your arms flailing as you try to swim to the surface.

Dieter's limbs feel heavy and numb. He reaches out with trembling fingers, trying to grab hold of your hand. You’re slipping away from him, your body writhing in the icy water. Dieter can feel the fear and panic rising in his chest, he feels on the verge of tears if he’s completely honest.

He remembers what his father taught him when he was a kid, about how to help someone who falls into a frozen lake. Keep your cool, don't go in after them, and call for help. But Dieter can't bring himself to follow those rules. 

So he ignores the voice in his head, his arms outstretched to grab hold of you. The water is icy cold, numbing his limbs and stealing his breath. But he ignores the pain.

With a surge of adrenaline, Dieter hauls you up and out of the water, his arms straining with the effort. He can feel the ice cracking and splintering beneath him, but he keeps moving. You’re shaking and shivering, your clothes soaked. Dieter wraps his arms around you, trying to generate some heat and rub her body to warm her up.

As he holds you close, Dieter can feel his own body starting to shake with cold. 

“Are you okay?” he asks with panic, ignoring his own freezing skin. Dieter cradles your face and rubs your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “Come on talk to me sweetheart, can you hear me?”

Your teeth chatter and you nod, “Y–Yeah— I’m just v-very c-cold,” 

“Alright, hang on,” 

Dieter helps you to your feet, he prompts you to lay your weight against him as he guides you both away from the hole, his feet slipping and sliding on the icy surface. When he finally reaches the end of the lake, he calls out to the staff and asks for a vehicle. He can feel you shaking in his arms. 

Dieter doesn’t let go, and after this, he doubts he’s capable of letting you go.

You're not sure what had surprised you more, nearly drowning to your death or the fact that Dieter managed to pull you out of the freezing water. 

You had nearly drowned, the icy water pulling you under with a ferocity that left you feeling helpless and panicked. A moment you wouldn’t be forgetting for a while. But Dieter had appeared out of nowhere, reaching out with strong arms to pull you out. I felt like half a dream and half a nightmare.

The drive back to the cabin had been a silent one, but not because you were too stunned to speak. It was the weight of the moment, the feeling of gratitude and relief mixed with the shock of the near-death experience that left you speechless. Dieter's arms were wrapped around you the whole way back, a constant and comforting presence.

You couldn't help but feel a bit disoriented due to the role reversal at that moment. Normally, it was you who was worried about Dieter, checking in on him and making sure he was okay. But this time, it was Dieter who was worried about you, and the thought was both surprising and deeply appreciated.

You step out of the shower, the steamy heat of the water clings to your skin. The mirror is fogged up from the humidity. You take a deep breath, relishing in the feeling of warmth and cleanliness that comes with a hot shower.

As you dry off, you can't help but think about Dieter. You close your eyes and imagine the two of you together, cuddled up in front of a fireplace as the snow falls outside. You feel as if this thought is almost forbidden, but think about it anyway, not being able to control the way your mind works after the adrenaline rush. 

You can almost feel Dieter's soft lips on your forehead as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, and you feel a warmth in your chest that has nothing to do with the steam in the bathroom. 

You take one last look in the mirror, noticing the way the steam has caused your face to glow in a soft, romantic way.

When you enter your room, you’re surprised to see Dieter kneeling in front of the fireplace, a small flame flickering in the hearth. He looks up at you, but his usual smile is replaced with a somber expression.

Remembering you’re wearing nothing else but your towel, you tug the fabric closer to your chest, your breath hitches. You had never accidentally gotten naked in front of Dieter. In fact, you had made a conscious effort to ensure that he has never seen you naked, which was a hard thing to do considering who he is.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, hiding your anxious smile beneath the palm of your hand.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay," Dieter replies, his voice laced with concern. "And I wanted to make sure you were warm. I’ll leave."

You can see the worry etched on Dieter's face, and your heart breaks a little. You stop him just as he’s about to leave the room, blocking him with an outstretched arm, his gaze moves across your exposed skin and stops at your eyes. 

"I'm fine, Dieter," you say softly. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm tough, remember?"

"I know you are," Dieter says, his voice heavy with emotion. "But that doesn't change the fact that I was terrified when I saw you fall into that lake. I don’t know what I would do with myself if something happened to you,"

You feel the fire starting to warm the room. "I'm okay," you say. "I'm safe. And I have you to thank for that."

As Dieter's face approaches yours, you feel a surge of nervous excitement. Your hands tremble as you grip the towel tighter, your knuckles turning white from the effort. The fire in the fireplace crackles and pops, casting a warm glow over the two of you.

Dieter's hands gently cup your cheeks, his thumbs softly caressing the delicate skin beneath your eyes. You can't help but sigh at the touch, your eyes fluttering closed as you succumb to the moment. You can feel your heart racing, your breath quickening as Dieter's lips inch closer to yours. It's as if time stands still, the only thing that matters at this moment is the two of you. When he speaks again, you can feel his lips brushing against yours. 

“It’s my fault. I’m the one who asked you to skate even when you didn’t want to, then I left you, so caught up with my bragging,” his face is closer now, you can almost taste his lips, the air between you thick with tension. “You should be mad at me.” 

"But I'm not," you say, your eyes flicking open to meet his gaze. The sadness in his eyes is palpable, and you feel a tightness in your chest at the sight. You can't help but remind yourself of the time he was just inches away from kissing you in that hotel room before his parents interrupted.

You reach up to brush a stray lock of hair from his face, your touch gentle and loving. "I don't know what it is about you, Dieter, but I just can't stay mad. You have a way of winning me over, no matter what."

As the words leave your lips, you feel like you're making a confession of sorts. Your heart is pounding in your throat, making it hard to catch your breath. The room suddenly feels suffocating, the walls closing in on you. The only thing that feels real at this moment is Dieter, his presence the only solid thing you can focus on.

You feel like you're drowning in his gaze. Your hands shake as you reach out to touch his cheek, your fingers trembling against his skin. You can feel the heat radiating off him.

You don't know what the future holds, but at this moment, you just don't care. 

As you stand there in nothing but a towel, you feel a sense of vulnerability wash over you. But as Dieter's gaze meets yours, and all of that disappears.

He reaches out and touches your cheek in return, his fingers gentle and warm against your skin. You close your eyes, leaning into his touch, your lips parted in anticipation.

And then, he finally kisses you. His lips are soft and warm, and as he presses them against yours, you feel a heat flaring over your skin. You moan softly, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

You can feel the desperation in him, the way his hands grip you tightly as if he never wants to let you go. You feel the same way, your heart racing in your chest as you kiss him, your bottled-up emotions finally overflowing.

You feel like you're lost in a whirlwind of emotion, completely consumed by the feeling of his lips on yours. You don't care about the fact that you're supposed to be just friends, or that your job makes it complicated. 

Your bodies press together as if they can't get close enough. You run your hands over his chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath your touch, and you can feel him shudder.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he whispers against your lips.

"I know," you whisper back. "But I can't help it.”

He sighs softly, his lips trailing down your neck as he kisses you with increasing intensity. You moan softly, your head falling back as you give yourself over to the moment. Dieter's hands trail down your back, you can feel arousal pooling between your legs. His touch is gentle, but you can feel the tension in his fingers, the way he's hesitant to explore further. 

"Are you sure about this?” his fingers nervously trace the edges of the towel. "I mean, this could be an 'oh my god I almost died and now I need to fuck the nearest person' moment. I don't want you to regret this in the morning, or think that I'm trying to take advantage of you in your post-death-defying-adventure horny haze."

“You’re all good Dieter, believe me. I—” you swallow thickly, this moment feels like a dream, something that might disappear from between your fingers in an instant. “I don’t know what I feel but this—This is something I won’t regret.” 

Dieter's fingers work quickly to untie the towel wrapped around you, casting it aside with a flick of his wrist. Your own hands are equally eager, fumbling with the hem of his shirt as you try to peel it off his shoulders.

The room is filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the rustling of fabric as you both move toward the bed. The warmth of the fireplace envelops you, adding to the heated atmosphere of the moment. Finally, with a final tug, his shirt comes free and you both tumble onto the bed, skin to skin, lost in the heat of the moment. 

You can't help but feel a twinge of guilt deep in your gut. Despite the cozy atmosphere of the room, with the warmth of the fireplace and the soft, romantic light of the setting sun casting a golden hue, you can't shake the feeling that what you're doing is wrong.

You try to push these thoughts aside as you sink into the soft mattress, surrounded by plush pillows and blankets. The faint sound of snow falling outside adds to the sense of intimacy and coziness. Dieter's lips find yours again, and you try to focus on the present moment. He swallows the guilt that lingers in the back of your mind with a kiss, his tongue licking the inside of your mouth.

It is as if he’s everywhere all at once, his lips and hands moving over your skin as if they are a means of healing. Every touch feels like a balm, soothing away the doubt in your mind. Dieter cups your breasts, nipples pebbling at his touch, he’s rough but also carries a tenderness. Briefly, you wonder if this is what he’s like with the others as well. But the thoughts are quick to escape you when you feel wet, open-mouthed kisses traveling down your torso. 

His mustache and patchy beard tickle you when he reaches the soft curve of your stomach, nuzzling it, he pulls your legs further apart, his breath against your heat sending a pleasant shudder up your spine. Dieter’s tongue dips between your folds and you let out a gasp, hips raising off of the bed with anticipation. His mouth moves lazily, drawing your clit between his lips, he sucks and draws circles with the tip of his tongue. You feel yourself nearly blacking out, slack-jawed, you groan at the way you slick drips from you and onto his tongue, drenching Dieter’s lips completely. 

“F–Fuck…Shit—You’re good at that,” 

You twitch when he chuckles, his breath forcing a shudder up your body. 

“Well— as you probably know— I had a lot of practice,” 

“Don’t get cocky,” 

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll know when I get cocky,” 

You can tell by his voice that he’s grinning from ear to ear, but you can’t bring yourself to quip back when he sucks your clit again—making the most obscene slurping sound you’ve ever heard a man make. Crying out, you pull at his hair. He kisses your mound, tongue still moving, and you feel two fingers pushing inside you. Your thighs close without you even thinking, he groans into your pussy and looks up at you between heavy lashes. 

“That’s right baby,” he moans, voice rough. “Suffocate me, use me— Shit—You look so fucking hot right now—I wanna take a goddamn picture,” his eyes closed, teeth gently nipping at your clit. 

Dieter’s fingers move deftly inside, both of the digits knuckle deep as he stretches you. Your breathing heavy, your head falls back. You take what he said to heart and start to grind yourself into his mouth, thighs shaking around the frame of his face, the small earing he has grazing the inside of your thigh. 

“Want you to flood my mouth,” Dieter growls, his voice muffled as he buries his face between your legs. “Make a mess of me sweetheart, please,” 

“God you have a filthy mouth,” you gasp, your lips feeling wet and swollen from his attention. “Just don’t stop talking, Dieter. Just— Keep talking,” 

“For someone who tells me constantly to shut up, this is a bit of a surprise.” he teases, his eyes locked on yours as he continues to thrust his fingers deep inside you. "But I'm more than happy to give you what you want. What do you want me to say, sweetheart? Do you want me to tell you how beautiful you are like this, all wet and willing? Do you want me to tell you how hard I'm going to fuck you as soon as you cum all over my face?"

Your lips part with a groan and fist his hair, pulling his mouth closer to you as you beg for more. Dieter responds with enthusiasm, his tongue lashing over your sensitive flesh as he continues to talk in that rough, tremulous voice that drives you wild.

"I know it's hard to wait," he says with a mock sympathetic tone. "But there's no way this pretty little pussy is going to be able to take me unless you make everything nice and wet for me. So let go, baby. Cum for me,”

You can't hold back any longer, the pleasure building inside you until you think you'll burst. Dieter's dirty talk and skilled touch are too much to resist, and you find yourself crying out his name as you come, your body convulsing.

Dieter doesn't let up, his lips and fingers continuing to work their magic as he brings you through wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. Finally, spent and sated, you collapse back onto the bed, panting and trying to catch your breath.

"That was amazing," you gasp, still trembling with aftershocks.

"It's nothing compared to what's coming next," Dieter groans, his eyes dark with desire as he looms over you. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name, sweetheart. And then I'm going to do it all over again."

You can't wait, your body already responding to the promise in his words. As Dieter moves over you, his body covering yours, you feel the heat radiating off of his skin and the rough stubble on his chin scraping against your neck.

Dieter's lips find yours. The taste of yourself is heavy on his tongue as he flattens the muscle over yours, groaning into your mouth. His hands roam over your body. 

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he grinds against you, the hard length of his cock pressing against your damp thigh. You just came but still, you feel that pleasant tingle deep in your core, begging to be taken care of.

Dieter seems to sense it too, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. He presses you further into the bed, his body covering yours as he enters you in one smooth, powerful thrust. You cry out, your body arching up to meet him as he begins to move inside you, his hips pistoning back and forth as he takes you higher and higher.

You cling to him, your fingers digging into his back as you ride the wave of pleasure, letting it crash over you again and again. Dieter's movements become more frenzied, his breath coming in short gasps as he drives himself deeper and deeper into you.

Finally, with a guttural cry, he reaches his own climax, pulling out, his body goes rigid as he spills himself over your stomach. You hear a string of fucks coming out with panicked whispers. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you tell him that it’s fine. His lips tenderly move above the slope of your shoulder as he draws circles around your oversensitive clit. It doesn’t take you long to come undone a second time, your orgasm washing over you smoothly like soft waves caressing a shoreline.

As the aftershocks of your orgasms fade away, you lay tangled in each other's arms, panting and spent. 

The room is bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, the shadows cast by the furniture elongated and strange. The fire in the fireplace has burned down to a handful of glowing embers, the once-warm room now cool and still.

You lay there, tangled up in the sheets, still naked and vulnerable. Dieter sleeps peacefully next to you, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He really made true of his promise, making you come until you basically passed out.

But the peace is short-lived, shattered by the harsh ring of your phone. You reach out a hand, fumbling for the device in the darkness. The screen glows brightly, the time displayed in bold digits: 3 AM.

You answer the call, your voice thick with sleep. It’s Shannon. 

“Yeah? What’s wrong?” 

A minute later you hang up the phone, your mind racing with worry. Shannon's words echo in your head, the gravity of the situation sinking in. You don't want to wake Dieter, but you can't shake the feeling of panic that's welling up inside you. Pictures of you and him, circulating the internet— People were asking questions. 

You slide out of bed, grab Dieter’s shirt and pull it over your head. You pad over to the window, pulling back the curtains to look outside. The world outside is dark and quiet, white snow covering the soil underneath. You feel a sense of isolation wash over you as if you and Dieter are the only two people in the world.

You turn away from the window and walk back over to the bed, sitting down on the edge and staring at Dieter's peaceful face. You can't believe that this is happening, that you've allowed yourself to be caught up in a situation that could be a dire hit to both of your careers.

You continue to stare at Dieter, your touch his hair, soft underneath your fingertips. You're not ready to face the reality of the situation, not yet.

So you sit there, lost in your own thoughts, and the minutes tick by. 

#dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x oc #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x fem!reader #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo x fem!oc #christmas fanfic #dieter bravo fic #the bubble fic #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fic

[needlereads]

Curtis Everett Drabble

I love that we tend to put this man in manual labor, or physically taxing roles. The provider. The Physical Protector. And he can still serve those purposes as needed. But once in a while I chuckle thinking that this man has never worked a regular job a day in his canonical life, bar any part-time work he could have done before the ice took over (there didn't seem to be jobs in the tail end, as much as it obviously sucked). He can organize a revolution, but a schedule? A nine to five? Conference room meetings?? No, not his jam. I want to take that type of rough upbringing plus extremely limited options and put our man Curtis in an AU.

Harsh conditions and poverty would guide Curtis away from a hard life when the chance comes up.

And that chance comes up eventually with you. His fierce little wife. You're the breadwinner, and he gets to dote on you. He's at home, building a cozy nest for you both. His manhood isn't so fragile that he can't hand the reins over to you.

He's got the bubble bath ready, the wine or beer chilled, the fresh fruit all cut up. He's practical with your shared resources, your earnings, of course, he's not going to ever risk your comfort or safety to show off your shared wealth to anyone. He's lived through harsh times, and Curtis has had enough of scarcity, so he's found that perfect balance of indulgence versus smart financing for the future. He understands poverty, he's not about to subject either of you to that sort of suffering. He's going to manage your household with care, maximize the luxuries of modern society.

You get to witness him pursue his interests. He blossoms, without the constant threat of hunger and violence, Curtis gets to be the lover, the defender, the glue to the community.

And he absolutely worships you for accepting him, for letting him love you, letting him live gently. For letting him be the one who gives the hugs, creates a nutritious menu, look after those plants that make your eyes light up. He gets to make you happy. He's got your massages, your physical therapy, your vacations all planned out. Everything he does ensures you, the love of his life, feels pampered, never once doubting how devoted he is to you.

He takes care of his hands, wearing away the callouses so his every touch is soft for you. Today, he runs his thumb over your fresh manicure, kisses your knuckles, shapes your palm against his cheek to feel you hold him -- he loves when you hold him, all physical, grounding him to the present, to this life that Young Curtis never could have hoped for. You adore him for it. For how big his heart is, for how determined he is to enjoy every moment of your lives together.

#I just want him to not know the taste of babies #and to know what it's like to not have dirt under his nails #curtis everett #x reader #curtis everett x reader

[fog-and-rust]

Here we go again with screenshots

The Restricted Section has the coolest tapestries

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Fluffy buddies

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Stained glass with Hogwarts Founders

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This place reminds me of an old game Keepsake (2006). I adored this game. Maybe it's the reason why I enjoy Hogwarts Legacy so much.

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I want this writing-desk. It looks epic

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I headcanon that this is the place Zenobia used to go to console herself after failing social interactions before MC befriended her (I always return her Gobstones. My MC is a menace to dark wizards, goblins and Puffskein Dunkein, but she is nice to Zenobia)

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Love the ambience. Wonder if these images of Demiguise scare Mr Moon

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Cool signs ahead, but the troll one didn't work

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Cool aesthetic

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Cozy corner at the entrance to Ravenclaw Common Room.

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Their battle will be legendary! Let my Hufflepuff girl enter Ravenclaw Common Room just to vibe there.

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He looks so soft

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My MC is on her way to tell her classmates how awesome Chinese Chomping Cabbages are

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Ominis gets his beauty sleep at every opportunity

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Everett is wondering if he can change Duncan's Boggart from Puffskein into Venomous Tentacula

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Closeup of Professor Sharp's Auror Badge (if someone needs references)

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Bestie, stop. If you want to be dramatic, go jump from Astronomy Tower. Use Fizzing Whizzbees or Levioso to survive

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I feel like three of them could become good friends. Each one is a loner and can be a savage so they can understand each other

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He can infodump about ALL the ingredients in Potions Classroom and I'll listen to it for hours

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Kink suggestion for Garreth's fans: Imagine him spoonfeeding you with his new concoction

When I saw him taking a spoon out of his pocket I cackled so loudly that I startled my dog

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy meme #hogwarts legacy screenshots #hogwarts legacy mc #leander prewett #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #amit thakkar #poppy sweeting #imelda reyes #everett clopton

[navybrat817]

November Reading List - Part 2 - Non-Marvel

Hey, lovelies! For some reason my original post won't let me save everything , so I have split this into two parts. Here are the non-Marvel character fics I've had the pleasure of reading and reblogging throughout the month of November. Please show these writers some love and heed the warnings for each fic. Remember, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Banner by yours truly and divider by the talented @saradika .

Love, thanks, and happy reading! ❤️

Chris Evans Characters

Andy Barber

Alpha!Andy by @emerald-evans

Second Shot (Ch. 2) by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Liquid Love by @brandycranby

Ari Levinson

Polar by @avintagekiss24

It Must be That Old Evil Spirit by @vonalyn

The Sun and the Fool by @witchywithwhiskey

Interrogation by @astheskycries

Messy by @inklore

Curtis Everett

Back to Bed by @ghotifishreads

Big Cozy Sweater by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Claimed by @stargazingfangirl18

Jake Jensen

Gamer Boyfriend by @eloquentreverie

Nice Guy Jake by @paperweight91

Pete Brenner

Hoe Thought by @labella420

Ransom Drysdale

Cocky Ransom by @krirebr

My Best Friend by @sunshine-on-my-mind

Advent Calendar Day 2 by @fushic0re

Simple Mission by @foodieforthoughts

Sweater Stealing /@paperweight91

Sebastian Stan Characters

Nick Fowler

Worship Your Dark Lord by /@witchywithwhiskey

Misc. Characters

For Years or For Hours (Paul Atreides) by @cocoamoonmalfoy

Needy Gojo by @emerald-chaos

Cold (Eddie Munson) by @ysmmsy

Violent Delights (August Walker) by @littlefreya

Cold (August Walker) by @sillyrabbit81

#navy's fic recs #reading list #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female reader #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x female reader #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x female reader #pete brenner x reader #pete brenner x female reader #ransom drysdale x reader #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler x female reader #paul atredies x reader #pau atredies x female reader #august walker x reader #august walker x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #ransom drysdale x female reader #saturo gojo x reader #gojo saturo x reader

[safedistancefrombeingsmart]

Creations from every month of 2023

Thanks so much for the tag, @mobius-m-mobius. 😍 This was actually a lot of fun to do and a nice reminder of what I created this past year. There were a few sets I was really proud of and I finally got my 1st gifset with +1000 notes. 😎

January

most popular: Sherlock (BBC, 2010 - 2017) (my most popular set of the year 2023)

favourite(s): (Oh God, this is difficult- January was a great month for me 😅) Martin Freeman being a BAMF, January 29th: A Strange Meeting, The Upstairs Toilet

February

most popular: John Watson and his tongue (The Great Game, Pt. 2)

favourite: Okoye frees Everett

March

most popular: BBC Sherlock + certainly not a  tumblr bot description generator

favourites: this angsty piece of ANGST (still so very proud of it 😈), but also the not a tumblr bot one

April

most popular and favourite: Martin Freeman’s characters and professions

May

most popular: Mrs. Hudson- be nice!

favourite: Lorne Malvo & Lester Nygaard

June

most popular: The many Faces of John Watson

favourite: It's not the fall that kills you!

July

most popular: A Study In Pink Characters

favourite: Martin Freeman as Paul Worsley in the Breeders Season 4 Trailer (because I was soooo looking forward to s4)

August

most popular: Martin Freeman in Breeders S4E01 Noël

favourite: Paul in running gear

September

most popular: Martin Freeman’s characters locked up, tied up or chained

favourite: see most popular, but also If the BBC Sherlock characters had iPhones…

October (oh sh*t, giftober, so many to choose from...)

most popular: Day 1: First meeting. (which was my least favourite one lol)

favourites: Day 12: Cozy. and Day 4: Eyes.

November:

most popular: Day 21: Spring/ Autumn.

favourite: Day 13: Clocks.

December

most popular and favourite: Smile, it’s free therapy.

another fav (lol): Martin Freeman as Jonathan Miller in Miller’s Girl (2024)

Tagging (no pressure, of course): @sannapersikka @elennemigo @thelostsmiles @a-victorian-girl (I clearly don't know enough gif makers... 😶‍🌫)

#my gfx #gif makers #gif makers on tumblr #tag games

[georgiapeach30513]

Keys in Your Ignition, Part 29

Summary:  you have your doll baby!

Pairings:  Hayden Everett X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, PIV sex, unprotected sex, sleepy sex, pillow talk, creampie, alluding to Angel’s abuse, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  6.5K

Previous

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

“Mmm,” Hayden moans as he kisses over your shoulders.  His hand wraps around your waist, dipping below your panties, and your back arches into him.  “How are you already wet?”

“I was dreaming that you were fucking me in my sleep,” you whisper, and Hayden pulls aside your panties, and you feel the heavy weight of his cock on your backside along with his heated breath on your neck, “Just stick it in.”

“Woman, don’t rush me,” he gives a quick peek over your shoulder to ensure that Cozy was sleeping with her little diaper butt stuck in the air.  “I want another one,” you give him a quick smack to his arm.  “She’s so cute though.”

“Please don’t talk about our daughter and how cute she is when…ahh,” you both whimper as he slides in balls deep.  “Haydes,” pulling his arm up higher, you hold onto him tightly as he pumps into you.  Nothing but you and him, airy breaths and his strong and still gentle touch.  The best wake-up call.  Enjoying every moment that you could with him in this way.  Not that sex was the only reason you loved Hayden, but the fact that he was the only one that got to have this part of you made you that much more desperate for him.

Your husband was a horny man, but he knew how to take care of you, and your emotional needs, and especially your physical needs.  He knew that since Cozy was born you just want something sweet and sensual.  And the way that he continues to kiss on your neck, moaning with every soft stab into you.  When you start to get a little too loud, the hand you're gripping onto moves to put two fingers into your mouth.  Keeping it busy and quiet as his motions quicken.

“Doll, baby, you almost close?”

“Mhmm,” you mumble over his fingers.  Giving the digits a suck, just to hear him moan in your ear.  

“Eh,” Cozy sits up in her bed, rubbing at her eyes, and looks directly at the camera, “Eh,” her cries are not even cries, just the sweetest little noises so you know she’s awake.  “Eh.”

“Uh-uh,” you shake your head back and forth.  “Finish,” he moves a bit faster.  Rutting into you with more need, and then the bottom lip juts out on your baby.  Her cry gets a bit louder, but it’s still the sweetest little thing.  Screams did not happen with this baby.  They were soft cries, and she made everyone’s heart break every time.

You have to keep Hayden focused, or he will lose control, “Dada,” she only said that when she was demanding attention.  “Dadadadada,” and the cry that follows is a bit more painful, and then her hand slaps on her bed, and the most pitiful, “Mama!”

“No!” Hayden grunts on your back.  Giving your shoulder a little nibble as he drives into you.  You were the weak one when it came to her.  “Don’t you dare.  Uh!  Oh god.  Doll, I feel you, baby.  You’ve got me in a fucking vice grip.  Let go.  Let go for me, sweetheart.”

The way he takes care of you, and the way he holds off on his own pleasure, just to make sure you get off first.  He is perfect.  You couldn’t imagine a better person to spend your life with, or make the sweetest little pouty babies with.  “Don’t listen to her, right now.  Doll, listen to me, baby, I’m so close.  You feel me?  You feel how you have me twitching?”

“Yeah,” closing your eyes, and blocking out her sweet cries of dispair, you are only there for Hayden.  Feeling every part of him.  Every inch, every ridge, and even the slight curve to his cock.  “Haydes!” Your back arches even more, letting him go even deeper, and with two more hard thrusts, he shoots his load deep into your womb, leaving the two of you panting, and holding onto each other.

“Mama,” her pitiful little cry was still so soft, as she presses her head against the side of the crib, making you pout as she calls out for you again.  Already growing weary of you not responding.

“Haydes, she needs me,” you turn to look at him, pouting.

“Yeah, I bet your boobs are nice and full.  Ready for her to suck on.  Go on.  Go get our baby so she can nurse, and stare at me.”

“Mama.  My mama.”

“They do hurt though.  You know she loves you.”

“And she’s obsessed with you and the Andy Barber.  If she hears either of your voices, she completely ignores me.  It’s cruel.  She’s a meanie,” you give him a quick kiss to his nose, trotting off to the bathroom to clean yourself up, while he straightens up the bed.  “I’m going to grab something to drink while you get her, do you need one of those boobie cookies?”

“Quit calling them boobie cookies,” giggling when you walk back into the bedroom.  “They help with milk production.  They’re good for us.”

“Yes, yes.  Good for the boobies.  What’s good for the boobies is good for the Cozy girl, and for daddy,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and when Cozy softly cries again, you run off to grab her, ignoring him in the process.

Creaking open the door, she gives you the sweetest smile despite the tears that have made her chubby cheeks glisten.  “Mama,” she whispers, clapping her hands.  “My mama!”

“Good morning, Cozy baby.  How did you sleep?  Nom nom nom,” you pick her up, nibbling on her chubby little cheeks, and she reaches back to her bed making grabby hands at her little gray bunny.  “Okay, I’ll get it, my darling.  Your cousin Sailor has one, too. She does.  And it was…it was going to be your big sister Luna’s.  Let’s get you changed, my baby.  And then we’ll go get in the bed with daddy, while you nurse.  Does that sound good?”

“Yeah,” she whispers out, letting you lay her back on the table to change.  Hayden hangs out in the bedroom, watching and listening to the two of you on the monitor with the sweetest smile.  Hearing his two girls babble in the morning.  Bonding while you ready her for the morning, with lots of kisses, and cuddles.

“And Cozy is finished.  Can you quit eating BunBun?  Let’s go see daddy, okay?”

“Yeah!” She grabs a hold of your arm as you carry her into the bathroom, getting the biggest two teeth smile when she sees her daddy, “Dada!”

“Are you going to let daddy hold you?”

“No,” she continues cheesing, holding you even tighter when Hayden’s face falls.  He looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes.  You knew he was only playing, but man, if he wasn’t so proud of his daughter.  He could never get enough of her, and wanted to hold her any chance he could.

“Leave her be.  She is ready to…”

“Suck on the boobies!”

“Yeah!”

“Stop saying that, Haydes,” giggling as you sit down beside him, and Cozy was already pulling your pajamas down.  Mouth wide open as she tries to latch on.  “She’s going to go school telling everyone she loves to suck on mama’s boobies.”

“Not as much as daddy loves sucking on them,” Cozy gives a bit of a growl as Hayden pushes back her soft curls.  Their eyes locking together, and never looking away, “See, she’s torturing me.  She’s proving that she gets to suck on the boobies while people watch, but I can’t suck on the boobies while people watch.”

“Next time we’re at your parents’, just sit in my lap, and pull out my tit and start sucking then.  Or maybe in front of Steve and Tulip.  I mean, Bucky is still crashing at their house, maybe he would like the show.”

“Cozy, I see where you get your meaniness from; your mama is just as mean.”

“Ow!” You playfully scream when Cozy growls again, getting a little smack on the chest from her.  “You tell daddy that he’s being silly.  He gets to suck on things that no one else gets to, huh?”

“Please don’t talk about me sucking on your cupcake in front of her.  I get it, what I get to play with no one does.  And Cozy, I sure do love playing mama.  I like playing with her a lot,” his voices gets softer as he moves in closer to you with a dopey grin.  Not stopping until it’s your lips pressed against his.  The two of you caught in the sweetest little kiss.  Mornings have never been more sweet than when you had a baby.  Even if she was pushing his arm away.  Even if you could hear the Doodle’s feet upstairs as him and Curtis get out of the bed.  Right now it was just you and Hayden, and Cozy.

“Your boyfriend and our first child will be in here in a second,” he says when you cant find the will power to pull away from his kiss.  “I seriously think he just wants to see your boobies.”

“He knocks at the door,” you mumble, trying to pull him closer.  “After Doodle goes outside.”

“I’m only kidding.  I know he’s already seen your boobies.”

“Shh, just kiss me, daddy.”

“Growl, yes ma’am.”

“No!  Call me baby.”

“Whatever you need Doll, baby,” he says as he closes the gap between you again.  Slotting his lips against yours.  The best mornings happened every morning.

“Mama?” Cozy pouts up at Hayden, while you finish up a test.  She didn’t hate Hayden, she just was attached to you.  Giving her dad a little irritated grunt, and she was looking at the office, pumping her fist towards the door, “My mama?”

“Mama is working, baby,” she shakes her head no, still looking towards the office, ready for you to get her.  “Yep, do you want daddy to wear you?” Excitedly Cozy nods her head, leaning over to lay her head on his belly, “That sounds so weird.  Let me get, ah, the carrier,” reaching towards the carrier that stayed beside the couch, Cozy bounces up and down ready to be worn and walk around.

“Front or back?” That chubby little hand pats on his belly, and he gets so proud of her, “you are the smartest little thing ever.  Yep, smart like your mama and your daddy.  Does my Cozy baby want puffs or yogurt?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay, both it is there.  Here you go, let’s get a snack, and we can throw a ball to Doodle, okay?”

“Yeah!”

This is how you found the sweetest things in the world.  Hayden throwing a ball to your bestest boy, while he constantly hands Cozy one of her snacks and her chubby little self happily screeches at Doodle.  His nose gives her flailing feet a tap every time.  “You know, Haydes, I thought you were sexy when I saw you shirtless for the first time.”

“I know you did, baby,” leaning to the side, he gives you a quick kiss, shushing Cozy when she says mama, “Quiet, Coze, daddy still wants to hold you.”

“But this,” you give that sweet little angel on her daddy’s chest a kiss to her head, and she looks up at you, still repeating her mantra of mama, “Our little fenced in backyard, with our handsome boy, this sweet babe on you…Haydes, this is you at your sexiest.  Like how could I want anything more?”

“Well, you are almost finished with school, and you my beautiful wife will be a CPA.  I’m just glad that you let me share this life with you,” Doodle stops in his tracks, howling suddenly, “We have company.”

“Uh huh.”

“And you knew, and didn’t tell me.  That can only mean one thing.”

The side gate opens up, and in trots Andy, Amaris, and even the caseworker that didn’t seem to be away from these two, even if Andy wasn’t giving any information on that.  “Andy Barber,” Hayden turns towards the trio, and Cozy’s legs go stiff, kicking out.  “No.”

“Dede!”

“It sounds like you’re saying daddy and it hurts my feelings,” you swear that Cozy and Hayden could have a pouting contest against each other.  She learned the jutting out lip directly from her dad

“Dede!” She squeals again, the biggest grin on her face.  “Dede!”

“Can I get her?” Andy snorts, holding his own hands out, while Cozy tries to wiggle her way out of her confines.  Reaching up towards her uncle, and almost vibrating with excitement that he was there.  “Dede brought Ama, and Angel to come see you, sweetheart.  C’mere.”

Your eyes move immediately to Andy’s shadow as she watches him hold your daughter so sweetly.  Amaris already runs with Doodle, while you have to hold Hayden since he was pouting, “You had her for a couple of hours all to yourself,” you try to remind him.  Letting him know that he had her all to himself while you finished up some work.  Got to take a nap with her and Doodle in the bed.  She was even laying on his belly.  And you had to miss it.

“And she hates me because I gave her a bottle,” Cozy’s head shoots over towards you, and looks at your chest, and holds Andy even tighter, “See, she likes Dede and boobies.”

“She’s like you, babe.  Come on, Angel, you want to help with dinner?  Curtis should be here soon.  Amaris?  You want to make brownies or just play with Doodle dude until Coco gets here?”

“You’re leaving me alone with the Andy Barber?” Hayden pulls you into him, whispering in your ear before you can get away.

“Yes, and let Cozy be your buffer.  You’ll be fine.  You’re a big boy now.  And if you’re a real big boy, I’ll give you a pumpkin cupcake as a treat, okay?” He sweetly nods his head, making sure to get another kiss before you leave his side.

“But with our next baby, can you make them love me more than you?”

“Yes, Haydes.  Behave,” motioning for Angel to join you, she follows you in the kitchen.  Waiting on you to give her direction, and helping immediately.

Her focus randomly drifts out the door, watching your blushing husband showing off the work you two had been doing for Cozy’s backyard oasis.  Her eyes fondly staring at Andy holding your little baby.  Getting a warm smile when Cozy pushes her hand against his mouth, and you watch as Angel’s hand gently caresses her stomach.  Even the way she watches Amaris, laughing quietly out loud.

“So…what’s going on between you and Andy?”

“Uh…well…”

“Is it serious?  I mean, does Amaris know that you two are…?”

“No,” she blurts out immediately.  “We’re saying it’s to see how she’s adjusting.  This is new territory for all of us.  Especially me.”

A comfortable silence moves over the kitchen, but she never strays from looking towards Andy, and the kids.  A longing look clouding her eyes.  “Doll, can I ask you a personal question?” You nod at her, deciding that dinner was prepped and started enough to move closer, and she only slightly backs away.  “How long was it before you and Hayden…had intercourse?”

“Oh.  Oh, well that…it’s difficult to say.”

“That soon?”

“No.  No, I uh…I was raised in a motorcycle club.  My mother died when I was young, and…I was taught to be an eventual old lady, and my purpose was to be there for my husband’s enjoyment.  Do whatever he likes.  I first experimented with my crush and brother’s best friend, had a miscarriage, and later got into the most toxic relationships I could imagine with my dad’s best friend, and my brother’s at the same time.  I was lost, and drowning, and Curtis brought me to his family.  And a few months later I met Hayden, and…we took things painfully slow.  I didn’t want sex to confuse my head with how I felt about him.  I don’t regret that time, and I appreciate him and us more because of that.  Hayden was patient, and the perfect gentleman.  He let me lead the speed of our relationship.”

Looking down at the countertop, she nods her head.  Her finger draws circles on the surface, and she looks back one more time at Andy who was nibbling on Cozy’s cheek, while hugging Amaris up against him.  He was built to be a father.  “I want to give him that.  I love that Cozy loves him, and he gets to experience a baby.  But I’m scared.”

“Why?”

“I’ve never…I have, but it was never my…m-my choice, and…”

“Can I hug you?” She looks up at you confused, and you don’t need her to say more if she didn’t want to.  You knew the story and how she got into social work, and how she was in the foster system growing up.  She was trusting you enough, but you didn’t need to know the details.  “I want to give you the ability to choose whether you want me to touch you or not.”

She sighs, and leans in to hug you.  Pulling you in closer, and melting into you quickly.  “I’ve never told anyone that, but Andy.”

“He’s a good man, Angel.  The fact that he’s keeping you around means he’s willing to wait.”

“What if I never can?”

“Then worry about that then,” she slides away from you.  Inhaling and exhaling slowly as she stares blankly at Andy.  “I started off with touching myself.  Get comfortable with me.  And then naturally Haydes’ and my relationship progressed.  Our kisses lasted longer.  My body craved his.  I would straddle him, and you know grind on him.  A lot of clothes on stuff happened.  And then…I felt him a few times before he was ever inside me.  There’s ways.  And I didn’t feel empty afterwards.  I wanted more, and when I was ready I knew.  I didn’t want to hold back.  I wanted him, and I loved him, and…it was the best thing that happened.  Because we’re now married, and I have something I’ve always wanted.  I…we made our dreams happen.  I’ve never been happier, and tomorrow I will be even happier.  And the next day, even happier.  It happens everyday.  He’s my best friend.”

“What about Curtis?” Angel laughs through her tears.  Her hand wipes away the streams pouring down her cheeks.  “They call him your boyfriend.”

“Curtis is my friend.  And one of my best friends, but there’s things I don’t share with him.  I share everything with Hayden.”

“Even bodily fluids.”

“Even that,” there was something satisfying about talking to someone in this way.  Getting to be a bit more candid with a female.  Being open with someone completely, because Tulip didn’t want to know, and Bubs was so guarded.  “I know Haydes is a lot for some people.  But he’s my perfect.  He’s someone I see sitting on our back porch steps, watching our grandchildren play back here.  Or just laying in the bed holding each other with our wrinkled hands.  I want to grow old with him, and I’m going to laugh everyday.”

“Andy isn’t the funniest,” another look to the back, and this time Andy catches sight of her, and the two share the sweetest lingering look, and her hand was back on her stomach again.  “He’s corny.  Corny dad jokes.”

“But he makes you laugh.  He doesn’t make you cry.  Trust your gut.  You want him.  He wants you.  Let him continue to take your walls down brick by brick, until the passion and lust is too much and you react.  That’s all it is,” the outside party walking towards the backdoor has Angel getting from her stool, and going to the half bath.  “If you need to freshen up, you can use our bedroom,” you tell her.  Thankful she was getting a moment to recenter herself, and breathe without prying eyes, and Andy who couldn’t touch her with Amaris around.

Doodle runs straight to you, and you give him the best head scratches.  Seeing your smiling baby squeal when she reaches towards you.  The prettiest smile on her face as she starts to clap, and her legs flail around the closer she gets to you.  Holding her high above your head when you take her from Andy, bringing her back down for the sweetest kisses.  “Okay, you need some floor time.  Are you going to be on the floor with Doodle to play?”

“Yeah!” She screams, and the second she’s in the floor she crawls over to her toy box, and starts throwing out stuffies into the floor.  Looking at each one carefully until she tosses it aside.

“Watch this,” Hayden whispers to Andy.  “Look how smart my babies are.”

“Uhh!” She screams out when getting to the bottom.  Sitting on the floor she turns to look at her mess, making sure she didn’t make a mistake in identifying what she was looking for.  Scanning over every stuffed animal, until looking at Doodle, “Do!”

Doodle snorts, but trots into her room, coming back with BunBun in his mouth, and Cozy squeals again.  “That bunny gets around,” Andy notes, winking over at Amaris who had her own version of a gray bunny.  “Cozy baby, why do you only like stuffed animals?” She answers by squeezing onto her bunny, and looks up at you pitifully.  Ready to be held closely.

“No, it’s not time.  You play,” silly girl.  Trying to trick her way into nursing.  She wasn’t even sleepy.  Looking towards Doodle she crawls over to her buddy, sitting right next to him, and babbles to the toys surrounding them.  Picking each one up, but BunBun stays right in her lap.  

“She’s so cute,” Angel says, a sneaky little hand grazing against Andy’s.  Amaris was in the floor with them, none the wiser as to what her dad was doing.  Laying on her belly as she talks to Cozy’s BunBun with a different stuffed animal of a bear.

“She’s rotten,” Hayden takes a seat on the couch, and pulls you over into his lap.  “Aren’t you, Cozette?  Are you rotten to the core?”

Nonsensical baby talk is spoken towards Hayden, but it ends in sweet little giggles, and her mouth turns into a perfect circle, hearing Curtis’ truck rumble into the garage.  Pointing at the door, “Co!” She claps, crawling a little bit to the door, but sitting still on her foam mats.  

“That is your Coco,” you tell her, and her eyes never leave the front door.  Laughing when he bursts through.  “Oh no,” you pout, and your bottom lip juts out.  He did it.  He said he was going to.  Showed you a picture of them and commented how their wrinkled butts looked just like Cozy’s chunky self.  “You didn’t.”

Doodle’s position turns to get in front of Cozy.  Looking up at Curtis feeling betrayed, and his brown eyes glare up at him, “Buddy, I had to.  Look at hims wittle winkle butt.  Doesn’t him wook wike Cozy?”

“Co!”

“Doodle, you wanna sniff him?” Curtis asks, kneeling in front of Doodle and Cozy, but Doodle sneezes instead, and haughtily walks over to his bed.  His pouting eyes staring at the puppy that Curtis places in your hand.  “Coze, come look at him.”

Cozy looks towards her Doodle, and back at the puppy, and Amaris, sits beside Hayden, giving the puppy a little pet.  “Baby, Coco got you a puppy.  He said you needed it.”

“Co?”

“Yes, Coco got you this wrinkle butt puppy.”

“Ehh!” She squeals, crawling over towards you.  Hating that she could pull herself up now.  And she points at his nose.  Looking up at you and Hayden.  “Co!”

“Yes, this is Cozy’s puppy.”

“Mek!”

“No, milk right now.  You can pet him,” exhaling deeply, her hand touches the pup, and she moves it back quickly, laughing at you and her daddy, and then looking up at Curtis, and back towards Andy.  Smiling so wide that her eyes were squinting, “You telling everyone he’s your puppy?” Nodding her head, she tries it out again.  Softly touching his head, and when he licks her, she laughs again.  “Doodle, you’re still our sweetest boy.”

“And he gets alone time from the pup.  You go to work with Hayden,” Doodle picks his head up only to lay back down.  “Oh, come on, big guy.  We’re still pals.  You’ll still get to sleep upstairs, or on the stairs, or in front of Cozy’s bed.  Wherever you want.  That’s your baby brother, and you got to teach him the ways.”

“My?” Cozy looks up at you, petting the new puppy’s head softly.  All the while Angel and Andy move even the tiniest bit closer together, not even noticing how Amaris was watching them more than the puppy.  Cutting her eyes over at her dad and her, but smirking as she watches them.  They forget just how smart Amaris actually is.  

“Yes, my Cozy.  Dis is your puppy.  And dat is your Doodle, and daddy’s.”

“Dada my Do,” saying his name causes Doodle to harumph his way over to Cozy, sitting in the floor beside her.  And her sweet little hand runs through his mane, and she leans over on him, giving him a little hug, “My Do!”

“Yes.  Now, let’s eat.”

“Mek!”

“Okay, you guys eat.  Cozy needs to be changed and have a snack.”

“Doll, baby, we’re going to wait on you.  You go feed the babe, and give me a kiss.”

“Here.  Hold her.  I’m going to get Sailor dressed for bed,” Tulip places Cozy in Bucky’s arms, and he stares down at the little girl confused.  “Oh, good grief, Buck.  Doll and Hayden know you won’t leave, so you’re always here.  You’re going to have to be around her.  And don’t say it, Steve will be back in like five minutes.  And don’t let her fall on the floor.”

“What?” He shouts as she walks away.  “Why would you say that.  Don’t,” he tells Cozy as her lip puckers out.  Scratching beside her ears.  “What did I do?” Tears brim her eyes, and she starts to pull at her ears.  Her lip trembling, and she won’t look away from Bucky, “Tulip!  Make it stop!”

“Stop screaming!” She whisper screams, holding Sailor who only had on a diaper, but she steps back into the living room to chastise Bucky.  “Doll and Hayden don’t raise their voices.  You’re scaring her.  Now, just hold her.  Softly.  She’s a soft baby.  Get her bunny.”

“BunBun!” She pouts even harder, reaching towards the floor, and Bucky holds her onto her, leaning into the floor to retrieve it.  “My mama?”

“Uh…she’s…she had to go on a date with your daddy.”

“Dada?”

“Yeah.  They’re coming back.  Oh,” Bucky says softly as Cozy snuggles into his chest.  Rubbing her nose over the bunny, trying to stop her tears.  “I get your name.  You just like to be extra cozy, huh?”

“My mama,” she whimpers.  Her breathing gasping through her cries that she tries to stop.  Taking comfort from BunBun’s soft form while she slowly gets more calm.  Her little hand grasping to his shirt.  “My mama.”

“She’s something, huh?  She’s surprised even me.  Your dad can’t be too bad of a guy, because he definitely fits in with your mama,” her head pops up as she looks at Bucky.  She gives a point to his nose, and she giggles a bit.  “Yeah, I’ve known your mom since she was about your age.  She grew up.  Grew up real…well, she’s…your mom is still hot.  One of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”

“Yep.”

“She did good.  You were…were supposed to have a sister.  She was my baby.”

“My mama.”

“Yeah.  With your mama.  I think that’s where the trend of the bunnies came from is her.  Sailor has her bunny,” Cozy pulls her bunny tight to her chest, smiling up at Bucky.  Blinking her eyes twice at him.  “You’re pretty cute.  I definitely see your dad in you, but those eyes.  You’ve got your mama’s eyes.”

“My mama,” she goes off on a tangent of nonsense, and Bucky’s eyes go wider watching her.  Her eyebrows animated as she speaks.  It was like she was having a full blown conversation with him, but it was indecipherable.  Using her hands to gesture about something.

“Yeah.  I agree with all that you said.  Your mom is a pretty cool human.  Even if she has an ugly star tattoo.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Tulip comes back, with Sailor running in with a sippy cup.  Crawling up into her dad’s seat while she waits on Steve.  “Doll had that thing removed before she ever got married.  It was painful.  But you can’t really see it anymore, huh, sweetheart?  You’re good with kids, Buck.”

“But,” Cozy points at his nose, and Bucky rolls his eyes.  “But!”

“See, what you did.  Now she’s calling me But.  It’s Buck.  Or Bucky.”

“It’s cute.  But you’re good with them.  Sailor, too.”

“I don’t think I want kids anymore.  I think I just wanted one.  It was really Doll that wanted kids.  And then it happened and…well, we see how this ended.  Doll got her baby, and you really are the cutest thing I have ever seen.”

“Doll has her a baby doll.  She acts so much like her mama at times.  So soft, and needing to be held and loved,” Sailor points at Cozy who was smiling up at Bucky.  Her little hand rubs over his cheek, before she snatches it away, giggling.  Holding her hand over her mouth when she gets too loud.

“Why is she doing that?”  Bucky asks, but couldn’t stop smiling at her precious self.  “She really is a cute little thing.”

“She’s flirting.  She does that with Andy, too.  Cozy, you want to put your jammies on?  Doodle and Diesel are sitting on the floor ready for you to lay down with them.  We got your pillow bed.  Come here,” she shakes her head no, laying back down on Bucky’s chest.  Whimpering about her mama.  “Oh, honey, they’ll be back soon.  Let me get you a bottle.”

“Mek.  My mama.”

“She wants Doll’s boob,” Sailor laughs when Cozy sits back up, and turns to look at her cousin.

“What?” Bucky looks at Tulip mortified, “Why does she want her boob?”

“She nurses, Bucky.  My god, stop being so dramatic,” Cozy’s lip puckers out, and a few sniffles escape her mouth before those eyes fill up with tears.

“She’s crying again.”

“Hers sleepy,” Tulip goes to reach for Cozy, but she shakes her head, laying back down on Bucky’s chest.  And he goes to rub his hand up and down her back.

“My mama!”

“The dog is coming over to her.  She has everyone trained.”

“He’s trying to comfort her, which isn’t what you’re doing, when your voice goes up an octave.  Shh.  Cozy, come here baby.”

“Mama!  Mek!”

Back and forth between the group continue, and when you open the door to Steve and Tulip’s house, Cozy turns to look at you.  Smiling in between her tears, and reaching towards you.  Her chubby little hands making grabby fists, and smiling bigger the closer you get, “Is Uncle Bucky holding you?”

“My mama!”

“Don’t take it personal, Bucky,” Hayden sits down almost right beside Bucky as you reach for Cozy.  Holding her tight to your chest, and she’s immediately running her hands down your chest.  “Doll, baby, go feed her.  We’ll leave when you’re finished,” carrying her into Sailor’s room, Hayden turns and looks towards Bucky.  “She’s cute isn’t she?  We made a cute baby.  My god, I love that kid.”

“She’s cute,” he looks at Hayden nervously.  Tapping his fingers on his knees, “I thought you said Steve was almost back.”

“Bucky, no hard feelings between us,” Hayden extends a hand over to Bucky, and Bucky gives it a slow look.  “I’m extending an olive branch.  It’s fine.  We fell for the same woman, but I married her.  And she’s madly in love with me.”

“Hayden!  Oh my goodness.  Sailor, you waiting on daddy?  Or you want to watch a movie in the bed with me?”

“Daddy!”

“Sorry, that was insensitive.  You treat my wife with respect, and you are kind to my daughter, I won’t hate you.  We all have pasts.  And seeing how we can’t get rid of each other, it’s okay to admit the two of you dated.  Well…you did…you were together.  It is fine.  I have totally moved passed it because I wake up next to her, and I get to see her with our daughter everyday.  So we’re good.”

“You’re a dork,” Bucky says, as he looks towards Hayden who was just smiling at Bucky, giving him a proud head nod.  Hayden was a dork, and he knew it.  “But you’re a lucky dork, who is good to her, and she loves you very much.  And yes, you made a cute baby.”

“One of the cutest.  Like, I get to see that sweet face everyday, and get to hear her and her mama call me daddy, and…ahh, it’s a beautiful life.”

You hear every word that they’re saying.  Staring down at your daughter whose eyes were fluttering closed.  You were so happy she got her daddy’s lashes.  The way they sit against her cheeks.  She was perfect.  Your life was such a roller coaster, but holding this sweet angel against your chest was enough to convince you it was worth it.

You had so many more laughs than cries.  The pretty house of your dreams, but inside was more than you could imagine.  And the fact that Hayden could proudly sit next to Bucky and tell him he didn’t care about the past.  You were his now.  An equal pairing, and you loved showing each other off.  

“You finished, sweet Cozy?” You whisper as she pulls off you.  Whispering some nonsense of her own.  Smacking her lips, and struggling to keep her eyes open.  “Let’s go get daddy and the boys, and we’re going to go home, okay?”

She was completely milk drunk.  Smiling with her eyes rolling in the back of her head.  Not wanting to lift off you as you walk into the living room, “Daddy, your baby is very tired.  She’ll go straight to bed.  And Curtis is having a sleepover.”

“Yep.  Tulip, thank you so much for keeping our baby and the boys.  Bucky, thanks for not being a punk.  And Miss Guppy…oh…thanks for being awesome,” he whispers to the sleeping toddler who was curled up in Steve’s chair.  “We’ll get her for your date night next time.  Doodle, buddy, follow mama.  Diesel, my man, you wander too much still.  Get in these arms.”

“Uh!” Cozy puts a leg up on the back porch, but drops it back down on the ground, looking over at Diesel who was also trying to climb the stairs as well.  Wearing nothing but a little dress that had her diaper sticking out of the bottom, and rolls upon rolls.  “Up.  Uh!  Dada!  My mama!”

“Your mama,” Hayden sits on the step looking at her and her partner in crime, “Is waiting on something.  She’ll be out in a minute.  Show Poppy and Nini how you walk.”

“No.  My mama.”

“You can’t walk, Cozy.  It’s not allowed,” Tara squats down, holding her arms out, “Come on.  Can you walk to Nini.”

“No,” she points into the house still not giving up on getting to you, but Hayden picks her up to turn towards Tara, giving her bootie a little tap.  “My mama.”

“Coze, you walk to me, and I’ll tell Poppy to go get your mama.  Come on baby.  Come see Nini.  I don’t think you can do it,” Cozy sticks her tongue out in concentration, and takes one step towards Tara.  Wobbly, and ready to fall, but she holds still until she catches her balance.  Taking another step so determined to get to Tara.  “There you go.  Come on.  Come to Nini.  Howard, tell Doll she needs to just get out here.  We’ll all check later.”

“Dad, didn’t I make the cutest baby?  Look at her.  Her chonky little legs walking like that?”

“Yes, son.  You made the most beautiful little girl.  I’m going to get your wife,” Howard softly walks through your house, and lets the office door creak open.  You sigh in relief but don’t remove your eyes from the computer.  You are still in disbelief at what the screen was saying, “Doll, you don’t have to sit there for results.  Your baby is taking steps outside, and I don’t want you to miss it.”

“I’m not waiting anymore,” you wipe away your steady flow of tears, finally turning back towards Howard.  Tear stained cheeks, and makeup that was long gone and wiped away.

“Honey, you can always take…”

“I passed.  I’m done.  I’m a CPA.  Howard, I did it,” your words rush out of you.  You said it.  It had to be real.  You read over that email so many times.  It wasn’t a dream.  This was a reality.

“Oh, Doll,” he takes a few steps towards you, giving you a big hug.  “You did it.”

“My daughter has a reason….Howard, she’s going to be so proud.”

“She was always going to be so proud.”

“And Haydes.  I gotta tell him.  And I can’t even think, and my baby is taking steps, and Howard, I passed.  I gotta…Hayden!  Haydes!” You didn’t mean to be rude.  But all you could think is getting to Hayden.  All those nights of studying.  The time you had to be away from your daughter to be in class.  The times that you were multitasking and letting her nurse while you studied.  It all had come to this shiny conclusion.

“Hayden!”

“Doll?” He asks, getting worried, grabbing up Cozy, and walking towards you, “Baby, what’s wrong?  Why are you crying?  What happened?  Are you okay?  Baby, talk to me.”

“I did it,” a hand rests on his hip, and you start to push yourself closer to your family.  “I’m officially your CPA wifey.  Cozy, mama did it!”

“Aye!”

“You…y-y-y-you…Ma!  My hot wife is now a hot CPA!  Doll…you…no more studying?  You did it?  Oh my god.  Dad, we need cake.  Ma, call everyone to come by and celebrate.  No!  Let’s go out to eat, and then you guys leave us alone, and I can congratulate my wife, and…”

“Hayden, son, you’re disgusting.  Cozy, let Nini get you dressed, while you’re parents make out for a minute.”

“No, my mama!  My mama, aye!”

“Haydes, we did it.  We…thank you, Haydes.  You’ve always believed in me.  And thanks to this beautiful baby, and our boys, and…we did this, Haydes.  We did it all,” you didn’t care who was watching.  You needed him.  Needed to feel him and remind yourself of how real he was.  Of how no one could ever compare to him.

You are able to feel your baby in his arms, while feel him on you.  You had done it.  You completed something.  You did it.  You did.  You did it all.  Even if no one else was proud, and they were, you are so proud of yourself.  Because, you.  Did.  It.

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Monsieur's Request

Content Rating: Explicit (NSFW) Tags: Chamber x Reader, Chamber x You, Reader is a Valorant agent, Reader is non-Radiant, fem!reader, smut, eventual smut, sexual tension, size difference, making out, hickeys, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, porn with context (?), use of french, no beta we die like cinematic Cypher This is my first time writing smut, so beware! Also, I am open to comments and recommendations. Thanks! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Your week-long mission to inspect the ruined teleporters of Everett-Linde Research Facility was almost to its fruition. All it needed was Killjoy's expertise with technology and the superiors' conclusion, which would be due tomorrow. For now, the objective is to check yourself and Chamber in a room to stay for the night. Brimstone was unable to give both of you a ride back to headquarters given that you still had one more day left for the mission, unlike the others who were abruptly demanded to return for other duties. "We'll meet you there by noon," was the last voicemail you heard from your leader. You sighed. Camping was out of the option since it's just the two of you left, and it's riskier taking that route, so there was nothing you could do but endure a night's stay with him in an inn.

You heard him sigh from dismay as you both entered the room. Everything to his sight was cheap- mediocre. The ambience wasn't as extravagant as he was usually accustomed to, especially as a designer. Not even a hint of gold to the whites to at least fake luxury. Everything was washed black, brown, and green. Like swamp to his eyes. You didn't mind it, though. What's important was that you have your own bed and cabinet.

With exhaustion sinking in, you threw your backpack on the couch and dove into your bed. It felt like your body was being sucked by the mattress from how soft it was compared to your apartment bed in HQ. The sheets and pillows were spotless and clean. Smelled fresh from the laundry with a hint of lavender. You couldn't help but smile from how cozy it all felt.

Chamber, on the other hand, took meticulous steps in adjusting to being in a monstrosity of a room. He first removed his shoes and neatly placed them beside the door. Of course he kept his socks on; he wouldn't want his bare feet touching the room slippers. He then dusted off the inside of the cabinet with a disposable napkin before carefully placing his briefcase in it. You were watching him with one eye as you're one with your bed. He acted like he had one of his fragile toys inside his case, but you knew that he kept his arsenal within his radianite tattoos, scanning the way it flowed like gold canals from his forehead to his arms.

"Keep staring, mon chéri. I appreciate the attention," Chamber remarked as he folded the navy blue vest he took off himself. And guilty you obviously were, so as a defense mechanism, you buried your face on your pillows to hide your embarrassment. It's no secret that Chamber is one hell of a handsome gentleman who displayed such strong confidence inside and outside the field. He's too attractive that it's literally a trap left in the open, and one's stupid for falling for it. Most of the agents in VP, especially the superiors, knew that he had other motives, ones that were beyond his contract. He was vocal about it, describing his agenda as an "even bigger picture". Others found it difficult to bond with him 'cause of how good he is at pretending to be an open book, so tonight they paired him with someone quiet: someone like you.

This was unfair, you thought. You weren't great at keeping silent, you just were. You had always been a person of few words, and you found more sense in maintaining things direct and concise rather than prettying it with pointless fillers. But it did not mean that you were immune to his appeal. You were, in fact, 'stupid' for dipping your toes, looking back at the copious glances you stole from him this week.

You were gonna wrap yourself with your blanket when Chamber called your name, "May you come over here?" You turned your head to face where his voice came from, his words echoing from the bathroom.

"Yeah?," you lazily muttered, clicking your tongue, then dragging yourself out of the fragrant sheets. As you opened the door ajar, your eyes were blinded by the white light from the ceiling and the golden luster from Chamber's back tattoos. You gulped as you helplessly stared at his bulky physique, something you didn't expect due to how he was always covered decently. It took all the control you can to lock your jaw from dropping and your eyes from popping out of their sockets, feasting on his half-naked state. Good thing he wasn't looking in your direction to witness how stunned you were. Instead, he was facing the sink, his glasses on top of his head, squinting on a puny razor with disgust.

He turned to you, presenting the razor, "This inn has yet to cease my disappointment from growing," then lent it to you, "If you don't mind, please help me groom myself."

Just when you thought the situation won't get significantly awkward, more pressure was added by his request, followed by him almost closing the gap between the two of you. Your brows furrowed in confusion as to how the hell you were gonna do this. His shadow was literally looming over your figure.

"Um. Isn't there a stool somewhere? I can't reach," you asked as your eyes wandered in search of it, even when half the truth was you're finding an excuse to not look at him.

It wasn't long before a pair of strong hands made their way to your waist, raising you just enough to surprisingly grip Chamber's shoulders. The same hands later supported your thighs, anchoring you to sit on the bathroom counter. You felt a cool flash hit your clothed limbs from the counter's freezing surface, but it was paid for by the marksman's warm breathing on your face. You could also smell his expensive cologne which miraculously stayed even after being soaked for several hours under the sun. Chamber sported a smug look as he observed how shameful you were with your positions- you seemingly straddling him from the way you sat close to him and him pinning you on your spot with his arms on your sides- setting an opportunity for him to tease you.

"Is this better, mon chéri?"

Fuck you Chamber, you cursed in silence. You mentally slapped your very being to calm down and not overthink whatever's happening. He's probably just messing with you so he could feel better.

Making sure your palms weren't sweaty from this nerve-wracking situation, you fumbled for the tube of shaving cream and proceeded to prep him. You massaged his face, your fingers touching the pricks of stubble growing from his jaw, something one might fail to notice without closer inspection. These were ticklish to your soft hands, triggering you to picture Chamber with a full beard on- or a mustache maybe? It helped you ease your nerves, but thinking about how he would've looked was difficult since he always kept his face clean.

Try as you may ignore him, the more the silence grew, the higher the tension was becoming. Like a ticking bomb, your heart started to pace from how he kept his eyes on you. Almost like laser burning your skin. Like he was stripping you naked. How the hell were you gonna do this properly if he's acting like that?

Chamber watched the build-up of red from your ears to your cheeks. He's amused by the size difference, him embodying a predator cornering his next meal. How could he forget the way you effortlessly flicked your firearm at consecutive enemies during your mission together? It got him attracted to you like a damn magnet. Almost a distraction. From the skills you've exhibited, you just helped him save magazines of bullets and repair times, and sometimes all that's left for him to do was admire your graceful movements through Tour De Force's scope. Yet there's something about the way you switched now that's making him act up. The way you're desperately collecting yourself in front of him displayed a huge contrast against your dominance in the field. Interesting. His seed of fondness over you was being watered to growth the more he thought about how you're turning out to be his perfect match.

You weren't sure if it's just you but the proximity of your faces seemed to gradually lessen. Shifting your eyes down was a mistake too as you met deliciously toned muscles with gold circuit-like strips running from his torso to the boundary of his pants' waistband. With one hand holding the razor and the other on his face, you tried to initiate a conversation, hoping to get your mind out of the gutter.

"Do your tattoos hurt?"

It took him a few seconds before answering with a hum, "Non, why do you ask?"

"Well, it's because all your weapons are stored there, so it must take a lot of energy to take them out of you, right?" you followed in a matter-of-factly tone, genuinely curious while steadying your shaving hand, careful not to cut his skin.

Your trivial interest over his masterpiece excited him. After all, he loves talking about himself.

"They do, but I work out in order to compensate. So say, I wanted to upgrade my radianite weaponry, then I need to be stronger for that."

"Hm," you simply responded, unable to stop yourself from making quick peeks over his huge chest and broad shoulders, a clear proof that he had been sweating to build his body, "Um... You're not Radiant, right?"

"I am not as special as the others in terms of that," he said, "though I am special in another context."

You rolled your eyes in disagreement, although the butterflies fluttering in your stomach dictated otherwise. Just a bit and then you're done, you reminded yourself. You gently tilted his face using your free hand to the other direction. It's bothering how Chamber's eyes didn't leave your sight even with his head shifted. Like he's committing this obscene act in purpose. Hard to tell though because it might just be all in your head. After all, you're probably way below his type, and you've only been in the Valorant Protocol for less than a year to leave a lasting impression on the sentinel.

A drop of shaving foam fell onto your lap. Out of pure instinct, Chamber swiped it with his finger, his hand slightly pressing onto your thigh. It was heavy, and you swore you felt chills run down your spine from this contact. Gulping, you decided to fake curiosity over the continuation of his tattoos on his hand.

"And this is where your cards come from?"

"Ah," he exhaled, meekly showcasing the hand you were pertaining to, "Here is where my teleporters and traps are."

"So the cards-"

"Come from the other hand, yes."

Your brow raised in affirmation, "Oh."

You paused from your task to acknowledge his other hand, its wrist adorned by a custom gold watch touching the side of your other thigh. His arm was incredibly close, trapping you on your right side as you felt the metal bracelet poking through the fabric of your pants. You were almost done, left with the last step of moisturizing his face, so you continued to ignore this inevitable tension eating your insides and further entertained his ego, "Are there other things you can do?"

"Would you like me to show you?"

A whimper escaped your lips as your body had been suddenly pulled forward by strong hands that squeezed your thighs, the razor jumping out of your grasp and falling onto the bathroom floor. Chamber tugged the clean face towel hanging on the wall hook to wipe the leftover foam off of his face and threw it on the ground. You helplessly muttered, his nose almost touching yours, "I swear I'm almost done."

"It is a shame that I do not bear that much patience," he growled, his eyes fixated on the way your dry lips trembled. You were driving him feral from the way you cowered, face piping hot red under his big stature, and it's urging him to just ravage every inch of your being. But as a gentleman, he had to tone himself down, at least on the start, so he wouldn't scare you any more than you are right now. His hands caressed your waist, palms tracing the curves down to your hips. Chamber was leaving you breathless from his touch, forcing you to resort onto clutching his shoulders. The icy feeling of your hands on his bare skin motivated the marksman to pull you much closer, your hot core being poked by his tent through both your pants. You gasped in unison with him, crossing paths with his eyes set ablaze by desire.

His face slowly neared yours, the clean smell left by the shaving cream tickling your nose. Your ears rang from the vibrations of your pulse, too. Unsure of whatever urged him to be like this, your eyes closed and braced for whatever he might do. Then, Chamber's lips crashed yours, his mouth tasting stingy from the minty toothpaste. His rough hands slid under your upper garments, feeling your soft skin just below your chest. Quiet moans struggled to slip out from you as his tongue invaded your mouth. You were becoming dizzy from the warmth he radiated from every overlap of his lips on yours and every ghost of his touch close to your erotic parts, so you tried to push him away. Chamber respected this, pulling away from you as a wet string was tangled in between your lips. He licked his upper lip, savoring your aftertaste, and kept a heated look as he adored this mess you became from his advances.

"Not as innocent as I thought you were, mon ange," he teased with a smile, brushing a stray portion of your hair to the back of your red-tipped ear. You have so many questions, but the dryness of your mouth made it difficult to spit out words. You tried backing away from him, but you were caged. His grip on your thighs were also strong. Bruising, almost. Looking straight at him, you noticed your reflection from his dilated pupils. His breathing was audibly deeper this time, all while focusing on you and only you.

"W-Why?," you managed to speak out as your voice trembled.

The way he looked at you didn't waver, "Is it not obvious that I'm smitten over you?"

You blinked. You wanted to pinch yourself just to confirm whether you were dreaming or not because this did not feel right. The possibility of your death from failing to defuse the spike seemed more likely to happen than someone like Chamber harboring such a fire for you. Reject it as much as you did, the lust and want in his eyes did their absolute best to convince you that this is real. You were what he'd been eyeing for, much more a necessity than a want. To him, at this very moment, nothing could ever compare to finally having you. Even just for tonight.

Chamber pressed himself onto you, leaving you gasping for air as his entirety devoured your fragile being, gently pushing your back to lean on the mirror. His nose nuzzled your neck, then proceeded to indulge himself to your scent. His prediction was right; your smell was sweet and addicting, like a delicacy he'd purposely bite. You felt his tongue lick your neck, making you tense and earning him a moan from you. He groaned from the noise you just made, certainly wanting more.

"I beg of you, mon chéri. Please let me in," he breathed with his lips still grazing your neck. Unable to use your words, you affirmed his desperate plea by wrapping your legs around his hips and your hands on the back of his neck and shoulders. This made the feeling inside him eat him more, so he compensated by sucking and nipping onto your skin until there were hickeys on the base of your neck. You released lewd noises from the way Chamber brazenly marked you and from the way his hands gripped onto your frame- like you'd slip away from him if he didn't hold you tight.

The line was almost crossed when his fingers held onto the clasp of your jacket's zipper. You liked everything that's happening- you sometimes dreamt of it, but this is reality, and he's skipping way too many bases. His wrist was stopped by your hand, causing him to look at you with lidded eyes, lips moving to kiss your hand that held his, "Are you not enjoying this?"

You struggled to make eye contact from how you felt your face will explode from too much heat. In response to his question, you shook your head. He stopped, slowly backing away to give you some space, but not far enough to still feel each other's breathing. "My apologies, I got carried away. I should have asked for your consent first." His palms then met your burning cheeks, raising your head enough for you to face him, "But mon amour, I adore you. You are the only thing in my mind ever since we started working closely together. What shall I do to make you mine?"

His words shocked you. Obviously from the way he explored you hungrily, you knew there was something, but you refused to accept this until he said it out loud. You thought this was gonna be a one night thing or just his carnal desires talking, and you didn't want to be left heartbroken by any of those. You're just too soft for that kind of thing. "Are you sure?"

"That is a silly question," he answered, adding another passionate kiss to your hand, "Of course I am."

"T-Then..," you hesitated for a moment, unable to think clearly from the spirals that crowded your mind.

"Then what?"

Building up courage, you accepted this possibility of Chamber wanting you, abandoning the what ifs for tomorrow and trying to enjoy the privilege of being his tonight. With your hand finally loose on his wrist to touch his cheek, you mumbled, "Then take me."

"Tu m'excites, mon amour," he breathed out shakily before locking his lips onto yours. The kiss this time was more torrid than before, with your tongues feverishly exploring each other's mouths. Your hands, in need of something to brace onto, slid from his jowls to the back of his neck and his undercut, your head tilted upwards as his figure conquered yours. Without pause from making out, your jacket was zipped open to the hem, exposing the tank top that hugged your upper body. Chamber's lips, its bottom swelled from the bites you've snuck, eventually pulled away to peck your collarbone. You were feeble from every move he made, melting like a puddle as his hands swiftly got rid of articles of clothing that blocked him from feeling your bare chest.

His warm hands palmed your breasts, supple to his touch. "Ah, just the right fit," he whispered with a smile before sucking your earlobes. Your nipples had gotten erect the more he kneaded on your chest, eventually getting played by his fingers. You couldn't help but let out moans from this loving you received without any demands for exchange. Lucky for you that Chamber's the type of man to find pleasure from his partner's pleasure, so he's doing his absolute best to elicit these lewd reactions from you to satisfy himself too. Your panties were inevitably getting soaked from this heated activity, made worse by his mouth sucking on your nipples and his erection grinding on you.

Chamber's slicked-back hair became disheveled from navigating every inch of your bare skin- starting from the base of your jaw to your breasts. He's even hotter looking like this, you thought to yourself, although your lashes fluttering in passion relayed this to him. "Keep your eyes on me," he ordered in a soft tone as he descended to your legs, removing your pants and leaving your underwear clinging onto your folds. Your thighs were spread apart by Chamber's hands, his hot breathing fighting the counter's chilly contact with your skin. The marksman's face was too close to your sex, with only a thin underwear as the only boundary left. He smiled at the sight of your panties' wet stain, his fingers repeatedly swiping onto it, assuring him that you were enjoying this as much as he did and earning him moans from you.

You swore your mind was turning blank from how his eyes were still staring at yours as his fingers moved from the stain to your panties' fabric, tucking them on the side, revealing your moist folds. His eyes momentarily closed from ecstasy, smelling your rousing scent below. He even bet that your taste was just as good. You bit your lower lip as his tongue began to flick from your folds to your erect clit, keeping this pattern over and over again. "Oh my god," you needily whimpered. You haven't felt anything better than this. It's so different from when it's just you touching yourself during your sleepless nights or stressful weekends. Moans were hardly produced from you masturbating in your bed compared to Chamber coating your entirety with his saliva. He's too good at eating you out. It felt like you were ascending into heaven.

Your fingers intertwined with his as you were nearing your climax. He didn't stop from lapping your cunt even after your release, your tummy coiling and your legs shaking badly from the high. You were still gasping for air when Chamber decided to unbuckle his belt, freeing his hard length that curled up to his navel. His eyes were also way darker than before. You were getting wetter just from the sight of his cock erect for you, and this was clear proof that he had asserted so much power over you right now. It wasn't a problem since you were more than willing to be used by him, thanks to the lust intoxicating your mind, vacant of any rationality. Both of you were longing for each other- and you'd like to leave it at that to keep things simple.

"I cannot wait any longer," Chamber grunted as he held onto his cock's shaft, spitting on it as lube, "You are way too beautiful being this sinful for me."

You struggled to keep your noises inside you as his cock's head penetrated your entrance. It wasn't even the whole thing yet it already felt big. Chamber groaned from how your walls clenched and slowly sucked him in. It's been so long ever since the last time he visited cloud nine, and to do it with a heavenly being such as you, all hot and bothered from his erotic efforts, made it the best he'd ever experienced. Oh, how he loved the way you turned to mush on his grasp- hair tumbled and body painted by his love marks- as he slowly sank himself inside you.

Your hands were lost, fumbling all over the marksman's back for someplace to hold onto as he thrust in you, your nails digging onto him. It was distracting him from relishing your insides, so he caught your wrists and pinned them above your head. This was his declaration of control, and it turned you on much more than ever, your sex getting wetter, allowing Chamber to insert his whole length with ease until he was balls deep into you. "Merde, you feel so good," he cursed as his hips drilled into yours, spreading your legs and your insides even wider. The sloppy sounds from your skin and his skin echoed through the four walls, filling the room with vulgarity. If this happened at headquarters, the whole team would've heard how you shamelessly cried his name. Thank Brim for this blessing in disguise because if it wasn't for him, then you wouldn't find out that the handsome guy you've been ogling at missions fancied you more.

Chamber amped up his pacing, driven crazy by the music of your moans. This made your mouth dry, longing for him, so your face desperately reached for his. "Please," you begged with tears at the edge of your eyes from the pleasure built up. Chamber was motivated by how you looked like a hungry pup, pleading for sustenance, so like a good master would, he leaned closer and reciprocated the fervor of your kisses. Both of you exchanged hot moans in between making out, all while he railed you like the sun wouldn't shine again tomorrow.

You felt a tight knot building in your stomach and your legs started to quiver, a clear sign that you were getting close. Chamber, being mindful of cues, picked up his pace until his rhythm turned reckless. Your locked hands fought for release, anchoring on his worked shoulders while his hands descended to your ass, moving you so he could pound you harder. You tasted a hint of blood from biting too hard on your lip as you climaxed, your legs trembling non-stop as they went around the gentleman's thin waist. He didn't slow down from pumping his cock into you while you were releasing, ensuring that you're letting all of it out, drenching his cock in all of your juices.

The adrenaline in your system slowly eased, helping you relax and catch your breath. He pulled out, his hands sliding towards your overworked thighs, caressing them to avoid cramps. This was thoughtful of him, earning him more attraction from you. It's also fair that he was as flustered as you were; at least you knew that he was truthful with his feelings for you. Chamber then pecked your forehead, not minding the sweat that dripped, "Did I feel good?"

"That's a silly question, monsieur," you retorted, hearing him chuckle. He once again kissed you, but this time it was more gentle than the firsts, combining it with a hug.

He hummed with contentment, studying your work on his face through the mirror while not letting you go, "You did excellently for someone who doesn't do this kind of grooming."

"Thank you," you happily whispered to his ear, tightening your arms around his neck.

"And," he whispered back with a change in his tone, "You're loud for someone who's awfully quiet most of the time." His grip then aided you to plant your feet back on the floor. As you were finally able to stand up again, Chamber then lightly spanked your ass, prompting you to face the bathroom mirror with your back leaning to his chest.

"Up," he patted your thigh, commanding you to bring that leg up on the counter with his erection slapping your once again heated core, "The night is still young, and I have plenty more to show you."

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We Fall Like Snow ║ Part V

series summary: After the events that took place at the Cliff Beasts set, needless to say as his bodyguard (and friend) you became overprotective of Dieter. You have all your worries under control until you accidentally flip over a young fan by grabbing her wrist, causing the media to stir with speculations as to why. Luckily Dieter's family arrives in the nick of time, scooping you both from New York to their cozy cabin; however winter wonderland can't last forever and you need to face the consequences of your actions sooner or later.

pairing: Dieter Bravo x bodyguard!ofc; Amina Addams, written in reader format

chapter summary: Dieter and Everett are in disagreement about what Dieter should do when it comes to his relationship with you. Tension between you and Dieter raises during the masked ball.

word count: 4.7k

chapter warnings: piv, possesive!dieter, rough/angry sex, bathroom sex, dirty talking, a hint of degradation, misunderstandings, mutual pining, mirror sex, hair pulling, biting, angst towards the end

a/n: WELCOME TO THE BRIDGERTON EPISODE! 🤣 this chapter was inspired by @fuckyeahdindjarin 's amazing fic Anachronisms which is Bridgerton themed and I highly encourage everyone to go and read it ❤️ at his point this is just me putting every cliche I like into one series, enjoy!

**dividers by the amazing @saradika

Dieter isn’t a fan of the situation he’s found himself in. 

First of all, there’s the matter of you. You confuse him endlessly, your words the complete opposite of what your body is telling him. You behave one way, but speak another. Last night after the phone call, you had no issue with kissing him—Sure, it could be argued that you’d done it due to the mistletoe rules, but Dieter knows you, and if you didn’t want to kiss him you wouldn’t have. But at the same time, you keep acting as if all of this is going to end sometime soon, and that scares the ever-living shit out of him. 

He doesn’t want it to end. He’s extremely happy being a part of your personal life; he’s a huge fan of the way you look at him with those big doe eyes, always looking so confused, yet enamored with him at the same time. 

Dieter’s not sure how all of this is supposed to work when you go back. It’s easy for him; he’s been living this chaotic lifestyle for a while now, but he knows it’s an issue for you. He’s happy you’ve been distancing yourself from social media because he checked and it’s safe to say you would freak if you saw what people are saying. Most of his fanbase loved you, but an equal number of people didn’t. He knows he really shouldn’t be looking at what people are saying either, but he can’t help himself. 

And now, among all this emotional wreckage, he has to wrestle Everett. 

He’s been saying no to a match for years, he would’ve said no again if it wasn’t for you and your determination. He still feels the ghost of your body pressed against his when he managed to knock you to the ground; all the blood had rushed to his cock, and you luckily didn’t seem to notice. 

“You’re distracted,” Everett says, putting another mat down on the ground. Dieter isn’t sure why they had to do it outside, his mom said it would be easier for all of them. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you,” 

Dieter snorts, “As if I need luck,” 

Briefly, he sees your silhouette alongside his dad’s through the window. Warmth blossoms in his chest, a soft smile tugging at his heartstrings as his gaze grows soft. 

“You seem confident, it’s a good look on you,” he grins. “I guess you’re planning on defeating me with the power of love,” 

Dieter’s head snaps back to meet his cousin’s gaze, Everett wiggles his eyebrows and in return, Dieter rolls his eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” 

“Please, I see the way you look at her,” Everett gestures to the window ben when Dieter turns back to look you’re not there anymore. “She’s totally into you too, don’t worry,” 

“You think so?” 

“I wish I had taken a video of the two of you singing, literal sparks were flying in the air. It was magical,” 

“Oh, shut up,” he grunts, laying down another mat. “I’m never singing again.” 

“So you’re telling me the two of you aren’t dating?” 

“Nope.” Dieter hates the way bitterness is heavy in his voice but he can’t just help it. “She’s acting as if everything is going to go back to normal and I don’t think I can do that,” 

“Have you tried talking to her about it?” 

“She’s not into me that way. It’s just…physical.” 

“That’s not what I asked.” 

Dieter sighs and shakes his head, “No, I have not tried talking to her about it.” 

“Why not?” 

“Just drop it, Everett. I don’t want to talk about it. She’s just not into me.” Without thinking he adds. “Not everyone is like you,” 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

“Just forget it.” 

“Forget it?” he shakes his head and crowds Dieter’s space. He’s taller, always has been. “You can’t just say shit and then throw a pity party for yourself. If you have a problem, speak up,” 

“Fine,” Dieter hisses out. “Not all of us are perfect like you, okay? Not everyone falls for us in a minute as soon as we open out mouths—” 

“God, this again,” Everett steps back, which makes Dieter realize he’d been holding his breath. “Dieter, you’re one of the most famous actors in Hollywood. People love you.” 

“The issue isn’t that people don’t love me. The issue is that no one actually cares,” 

“We do—I do. Maybe if you’d called more, or at least return my calls, we could’ve talked it out,” 

“I have enough people feeling sorry for me. I don’t need you to do the same,” 

“Is this why you didn’t come here last year?” 

“I was working! Why is that so hard to understand!” 

“Is everything alright?”

Both their heads snap towards the voice. It’s you, his mom and dad trailing behind you. You don’t even know what’s happening but you’re eyeing Everett suspiciously as if you’ve already decided that he’s in the wrong. The urge to wrap his arm around you overwhelms him and blood pools underneath his fingernails. He exhales from his mouth and steam curls from between his lips as if he’s inhaled smoke. 

“Everything’s fine,” Dieter says, looking away. “We can start the match now.” 

Everett and Dieter grapple, their muscles straining as they fight for dominance on the wrestling mat. Beads of sweat drip down their brows, blending with the snowflakes that dance around them.

Dieter's mom and dad sit on the sidelines, their cheers ringing out into the frosty air. Not wanting to pick favorites, they cheer for both of them—Dieter isn’t sure what he feels about that. But at least you have a clear favorite, which makes his heart soar. 

You stand at the edge of the mat, your voice joining the chorus of support. "Don't give up, Dieter! You can do it!"

Despite his best efforts, Dieter can't seem to best his cousin. Everett towers over him, his build more muscular and imposing. Dieter struggles to keep up, the snow and sweat-slick beneath his feet. Everett puts Dieter in a headlock, his arms tight around Dieter's neck. Dieter struggles against him, trying to break free.

"You always let opportunities pass you by, Dieter," Everett says, his lips close to Dieter's ear. "You always let the good ones slip through your fingers."

Dieter's body reacts instantly to the anger that flares up inside him. His muscles tense, his heart pounding in his chest. He can feel the heat rising to his face. 

“Shut up,” he grunts, drops of sweat falling to the mat. “Shutupshutupshutup—”

Everett’s arms tighten around Dieter’s throat, blocking his air, “You can’t keep running away from yourself. You’re not a kid anymore,” 

His words strike a nerve but Dieter feels completely helpless. His chest feels tight, and he can barely breathe as he grips Everett's forearms, trying to break free.

But then Dieter catches a glimpse of you—You’re worried, mouthing ‘you can do it’ even though he’s on the brink of passing out. 

Something in your eyes gives him strength, and he finds renewed energy in his limbs. He pushes against Everett with a grunt, flips them both over, laying his weight heavy on top of Everett as he pins his cousin to the mat. 

Everett struggles beneath him, but Dieter's training kicks in. He remembers what you taught him and mimics it to his best capability. 

He locks Everett's arm in place and applies pressure, using all his strength to hold him down. Everett grunts in pain, his face contorting with the effort to break free. It's no use. Dieter has him pinned, and he knows it. Dieter grins when he speaks. 

“Come on, give up,”

“Fine, fine,” he coughs out and slams his hand against the mat. “You win.” 

As soon as Everett utters his defeat, Dieter collapses onto the snow-covered ground, his chest heaving with the exertion of the match. He doesn't even feel the chill seeping into his back as he lies there, staring up at the crystal blue sky above.

But then, your face comes into view, and the world becomes more beautiful. Your eyes are bright with concern as you kneel beside him, your hand gentle on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

Dieter nods, still trying to catch his breath. "I'm fine," he manages to gasp. "Just a little winded."

You smile, and the sight fills Dieter with warmth. He reaches up and takes your hand, holding onto it tightly. He feels his entire family staring at the both and he sees the urge you have to turn to face them. But Dieter squeezes your hand, keeping your gaze focused on him. 

“So,” he says. “Do you see me going through a career change? Do I have what it takes to become a bodyguard?” 

A chuckle escapes your lips and you grin from ear to ear, “We would need to work on your stance, but I don’t see why not.” you extend your hand and help him up. “Jokes aside, I’m proud of you. You were great,” 

“I’ll just lay here then,” Everett groans, raising his hand to the sky. “All alone left to die.” 

Dieter swallows down his laughter, “Always the dramatic one,” he says, knowing that he’s usually the dramatic one. “Here, take my hand,” 

With a smile Everett takes Dieter's hand and stands up, dusting the snow off his clothes. "Such a good sport," he coos. 

"Well, I can't have my favorite cousin laid out in the snow, now can I?"

Adaline and Claus come over and pat Everett on the back. "Don't feel too bad, Everett," Adaline says with a sympathetic smile. "You did your best out there."

"Yeah, and Dieter's just a little bit better," Claus adds with a wink. “I’m impressed!”

“The fact that you’re so shocked worries me a little,” Dieter mutters. “Have a little faith,” 

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I was sure from the start,” you cut in, stepping between them. “I’m always on your side.” 

"Come on, let's go get some hot cocoa," Adaline says, linking her arm through Everett's. "Besides, we need to get ready for tonight,"

Dieter sees your confusion when you briefly turn to glance at him. He shrugs and watches as you follow the rest of his family inside. 

The infamous masked ball. 

His mother dragged him to it every year, promising it would be fun— It never was. He already attends similar events left and right, and the last thing that he wants to do on vacation is be forced to smile all night. 

But…this time might be different. 

He has you now. 

You’re sitting on the bed in Dieter’s parent's bedroom. You watch as she rummages through her closet, finally pulling out a garment bag. She unzips it with a flourish, revealing a stunning ball gown.

“Really?” you ask, confusion crossing your face. “You bought this for me?” 

“Well, we knew you wouldn’t come here prepared to attend a ball,” she answers with a smile. “I asked Dieter for your measurements and when we went into town yesterday, I went and bought this. Think of it as an early Christmas present,” 

The dress is made of soft, lustrous satin in a rich shade of navy blue. The bodice is fitted, with a sweetheart neckline and delicate cap sleeves. The skirt is full and flowing, with layers of tulle and organza that create a sense of volume and movement. The back of the dress is low, with a row of tiny, sparkling buttons running down the center. Your fingertips dance along the fabric, it’s cold to the touch but also incredibly soft. 

“It’s beautiful. Thank you,” you lift your gaze and you see her staring down at you with a softened gaze, she looks so much like Dieter at that moment. “I wish Dieter told me. I didn’t get you guys anything,” 

The bed dips as she sits next to you, she places her hand over yours and squeezes. 

“You’ve done enough, honey. For the first time, I’m seeing Dieter genuinely happy,” she sighs and shakes her head, her voice cracks when she continues. “Ever since he was a boy, Dieter has carried a bit of sadness in him. I’m not sure what caused it—Maybe we did something wrong, I don’t know. But I’m happy to see that he finally found someone who sees the brilliance in him as we do. He’s a kind boy, probably a bit too kind for the world he lives in currently—It’s good to see that he’s not completely alone,” 

“Adaline…” 

She raises her hand, her smile everlasting. “You don’t need to say anything, dear. Or explain yourself. I just wanted you to know that we trust you.” 

You’re overwhelmed. Your cheeks are warm and you can feel sweat building right above your tailbone. A weight has been placed upon your shoulders and you have no idea how to move —or be you —with this newly added weight. You part your lips to say something, anything to remove the sudden burden but before you can, Adaline rises to her feet and heads for the closet. 

“One more thing,” she coos. “And this might be a bit extra, but it’s a masked ball so…” She places a box on your lap, right above the dress, and you stare at her with confusion. “Open it. There are two masks in there, one for Dieter and one for you. We bought them in Venice during our honeymoon,” 

“I…I can’t accept this,” 

She snorts, and you blink with surprise. “I’m not gifting it to you,” she says, crossing her arms. “You don’t need to get all flustered. It’s a loan, don’t let anything happen to it,” 

The humor in her tone forces your stiff body to relax slightly, your head falls forward as you look back down at the box with a smile. 

As you lift the lid of the box, you are immediately struck by the beauty of the masks inside. The first mask is black, with a sleek, refined design. The base of the mask is made of shimmering black satin, and there are long, black feathers sticking out from the top. The crown of the mask is adorned with a golden lyre, a musical instrument with a beautiful, ethereal sound. On either side of the lyre, there are two koala bears, holding the neck of the lyre like they would a piece of bamboo. The overall effect is elegant and sophisticated. And adorable.

The second mask is white and gold, with a more simple, yet still elegant design. The base of the mask is made of shimmering white satin, and there are delicate gold filigree patterns etched into the surface. The mask is adorned with sparkling crystal-like stones, which seem to be forming a halo around the edges. The overall effect is like a crystal forest, with trees and branches of light and sparkle. This mask is more romantic than the other. 

“Beautiful aren’t they?” Adaline grins. “Don’t get attached,” 

You laugh at her words; a wild, curt sound that manages to surprise you. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I’ll be sure to give this to Dieter, thank you.” 

You stand outside in the snow, huddled together with Dieter's parents and cousin. You are all dressed in your finest attire, with Dieter's mom wearing a lavish ball gown in a rich shade of red, and his dad looking dapper in a tailored black suit. You’re wearing the dress Adeline had gifted you, and while you’re not used to wearing such fancy clothing, you’re certainly not opposed to it. You feel good, which convinces you that you look good. 

The snow is falling gently around you, dusting the ground with a blanket of white. It is beautiful, yet also a bit eerie, with the flakes swirling in the air and the trees creaking in the wind. You shiver a little, despite your warm coat, and you wish that Dieter would hurry up. You smile as you click your tongue; always late, this one. 

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Dieter emerges from the house, looking resplendent in a long dress jacket that goes all the way to his knees. He’s wearing nice shoes and a white button-up shirt with a bowtie, but despite his polished appearance, his hair is still a mess— which you adore, especially when you remember how those soft locks felt between your fingers, while he was between your legs.

As he approaches, you can't help but feel your heart drop. Your lips part, a soft gasp making its way out in the form of warm steam. Dieter catches your gaze and gives you a small smile that makes you want to topple over and bury your head in the snow. You’re being burned from the inside out, the heat making you completely forget where you are. 

“Finally, we can go now,” Everett says, turning smoothly on one heel. 

You and Dieter both stand still under the snow, your gazes at each other calculating, assessing what to do next. His eyes move across your body, taking in every detail of your form. A violent shudder overcomes you. Then, without prompting, he offers you his arm.

“You look beautiful,” he says in one exhaled breath. 

“So do you.” 

The pair of you are suspended in time, your chests heaving breaths in unison. You see white snow decorating his hair and you lean forward to brush the cold away, before you can he touches your fingers and brings your hand to his mouth, lips brushing your skin. 

The moment is broken by the loud honk of the car. 

You and Dieter enter the luxurious cabin-like venue, and you are struck by its cozy, yet opulent atmosphere. The ballroom is spacious and bright, with walls made entirely of windows that offer breathtaking views of the snowy landscape outside. The decor is a blend of rustic charm and delicate lace, with plush white furnishings, floral patterns, and warm candlelight flickering about.

You look around and see that everyone is dressed in their finest attire. The men are handsome in tailored suits in shades of black and navy, while the women are gracefully adorned in elegant ball gowns of pastel pinks and blues, deep purples and reds, and other rich hues. Everyone with a matching elegant mask. Many of the gowns are adorned with intricate details, adding to the vintage, romantic atmosphere of the ball.

The music is provided by a live orchestra, which plays a harmonious blend of classical pieces and modern hits. As you and Dieter make your way to the bar, Adaline and Claus go to greet friends and Everett seems to be flirting with a charmingly dressed man with brown eyes and hair. 

Dieter offers you a glass of wine and you take it with gratitude, the two of you observing the crowd. 

“This is a bit more glamorous than I expected,” 

“It would be awkward wearing such fancy things if it wasn’t,” Dieter answers, leaning against the wall behind you. “This is why I don’t really like coming to these. They host it every year,” 

“Your mom forces you to come, huh?” 

“Exactly,” he says with a low chuckle, his eyes dropping down to his glass. “This year is a bit better though. I have you,” 

“Oh?” you coo, a smirk stretching across your face. “Are you saying you enjoy my company, Mr. Bravo?” 

“Always have,” 

As you stand with Dieter, watching the crowd dance and twirl before you, you feel a strange sensation wash over you. Your pinky extends towards him, almost of its own accord, and you feel his own pinky inch closer in response. The warmth of his skin seems to radiate through you, and you can't help but feel a sense of intimacy in this small, unspoken gesture.

You stand there, pinkies curled around each other, not acknowledging the moment but feeling a warmth at the tips of your fingers that spread throughout your bodies. The crowd swirls around you, a blur of color and movement, but all you can focus on is the quiet connection between you and Dieter. The music and laughter fade into the background as you stand there, little fingers entwined, feeling a deep and inexplicable bond with the man by your side. It's a moment that seems to stretch on forever, suspended in time, and you can't help but feel that everything else in the world has melted away, leaving only the two of you in this little bubble of intimacy.

Suddenly, Dieter asks you to dance with him, his voice breathy and heavy, his pupils dilated. You hesitate, feeling a sudden surge of panic. You're not a good dancer, you want to say, but the words get caught in your throat. But when you see his eyes locked to your from under the mask, you simply can't deny him.

"Come on," Dieter says, taking your hand and leading you toward the dance floor. "It'll be fun. I'll lead, you just follow my steps."

You follow him out onto the dance floor, your heart pounding in your chest. You feel awkward and out of place, but Dieter's hand on your waist is warm and reassuring. 

The music swells around you, a lively waltz that fills the ballroom with its energetic beat. You place your hand on Dieter's shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his jacket, and he takes your other hand in his own, his grip strong and sure.

“So, I wanted to talk to you about something,” he says, voice barely audible due to the music. “Honestly, it’s kind of stupid but Everett got into my head with it and now I feel like if I don’t say something I’ll miss out on something great,” 

You begin to dance, following Dieter's lead as he guides you around the floor. The other couples swirl around you, a blur of color and movement, but you are focused solely on Dieter, on the way he moves with such grace and confidence.

“You can tell me,” you prompt, despite the fact you feel like you probably shouldn’t. Your mouth goes dry when he twirls you. 

“It’s…about us.” He’s breathless as he speaks. “I want— I think— Fuck, this is hard..I think we should maybe…try this out,” 

“What out?” 

“You, me…the devil’s tango?” 

“Are you trying to say that we should try being in a relationship?” you ask, bewildered. “No, we can’t. I—I don’t think that’s a good idea,” 

“Why not?” 

As the music crescendos, Dieter twirls you out and then pulls you back in, your skirts on the floor and your dress swirling around you. 

“Because,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath. “Because we work together. Everything is already so complicated, Dieter. This stops when we return home,” 

“Fine.” 

Dieter dips you low, your dress fanning out around you as you hold the pose. You look up at him but he’s not looking at you. To be honest, you’re surprised he doesn’t drop you. You know that his anger will pass eventually; it has to. You convince yourself that he’s just caught up in the moment—and the sex. And the kissing. You have no idea what Everett told him, but clearly this isn’t Dieter talking. 

The music fades away, and he brings you back up, pulling you close as the song ends. You stand there, panting, not knowing what to do. He’s still scowling. Then, out of no where, he takes your hand and drags you out of the ballroom.

You find yourself in the overly lit bathroom, and he locks the door. Your hands are braced against the marble of the sink, the mirror wide and crystal clear in front of you. Before you can say anything, you feel the flush of his body. Dieter traces your neck with his lips, tongue tasting the salt of your skin as his hands roam your body. 

“You just want to fuck, don’t you,” he murmurs, his voice eerily emotionless. “I can give you something to fuck. You want me to?” 

You see his reflection in the mirror, his lips hovering an inch away from your neck, eyes staring directly into yours. You swallow. You’ve never seen him like this before, the calm before the storm. Your legs are trembling. You’re highly aware of the fact that you need to say no. 

But your words betray you. 

Dieter consumes you as soon as you give him the okay. He doesn't bother removing the masks, using them as a way to shield what he's feeling. His hands push up your skirt, your ass in full display. He leans down and sinks his teeth into the meat, a growl rattling his throat as you hiss at the sting of his teeth. His tongue doesn’t soothe the pain; instead, he moves his mouth to the other cheek, giving it a similarly harsh bite. 

“Gonna fuck you nice and hard,” he grunts, tugging down your panties. “You’re never going to be satisfied after me. Fucking never.” 

His fingers move between your folds, a whimper falls from your lips. 

“Already wet,” he groans, teeth sinking into the skin between your neck and shoulder. “So, this is really what you want. Not much time to get laid when you’re working all the time, huh?” 

Oh god, you’re spiraling. Falling into the depths of his fear and loneliness. His words are coming from a place of pain and weirdly so, his mother’s words echo in your head. But for the life of you, you can’t tell him to stop and talk it out. He feels too good, too much, all at once, but still not enough. You’re his. That’s always been the case in a way, but he doesn’t know that. You can tell what he’s thinking, what he’s trying to convince himself of. It’s your fault. You never should’ve let everything come to this. 

The rough drag of his fingers is replaced with his cock. Your back arches, your head falling to his shoulder as he grinds himself against you, the head of his cock brushing against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure washing over you.

"D-Dieter- oh god," you gasp, your mouth filling with saliva. You swallow again and again, trying to form words that die on the tip of your tongue.

There's a sharp tug at your hair, forcing your face towards the mirror. You see Dieter's reflection, hauntingly beautiful, and it’s all you can think about. Your pussy throbs at the promise he makes, and as he keeps your head in place with one hand, the other sneaks up your torso and pulls down the front of your dress. Your breasts spill out from the edges, and he eagerly squeezes the flesh, his fingers pinching your nipples.

He pushes himself deep inside of you, the sound echoing within the bathroom. You moan at the sensation, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Dieter's hands are rough and possessive as he touches you, and you can’t help but respond to it. You're lost in pleasure, completely at his mercy. Your body sings for him, his name falling from your lips repeatedly. Tension coils inside you, your orgasm builds as he thrusts into you, harder and faster. 

He breathes heavily into your skin, kissing the back of your neck. 

And then, with a cry, you come, your body shaking as Dieter holds you close. It’s quick and sudden. Neither of your expecting for you to come so quick. You're panting and sweating. When you look at him through the reflection, he doesn’t look happy; it almost looks like you’ve proven something he’s always thought to be true. 

He pulls out — briefly, you see hunger crossing his face — and he moans, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist reaching your warm ears. You watch, entranced, as his eyes flutter close, his jaw tense. He bites into his bottom lips when he comes, the feeling of something warm and sticky splashing across the small of your back. 

Dieter opens his eyes and you meet his gaze through the mirror. 

“Dieter—” 

“Sorry,” he groans, quickly waving his hand underneath the paper towel dispenser. It feels like sandpaper against your skin. “I’ll go. You don’t need to say anything.” 

He throws the balled-up paper towel as he makes his way out. You feel empty — satisfied, but lost. You think whether or not you’ve done the right thing, it feels like you’re on the wrong path. 

And all you can think of Adaline’s words: 

I’m happy to see that he finally found someone who sees the brilliance in him as we do.

He’s a kind boy, probably a bit too kind for the world he lives in currently.

It’s good to see that he’s not completely alone.

I just wanted you to know that we trust you.

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