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priniya · 6 months

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🌌 TOO MANY NIGHTS

synopsis. theodore nott spent too many nights, smoking and hanging out with matt’s little sister to not make her his girlfriend.

notes. theodore nott x riddle!reader. reader is a hufflepuff! pls, let’s pretend you’re 12 when u get to hogwarts xoxo, just for the plot

theodore nott had always been fascinated by how many differences there were between his best friend mattheo and mattheo’s younger sister. while mattheo wanted to fight anyone, who just scrunched their nose at him, you would rather have your nose broken, so the other person wouldn’t have to go through that pain. while mattheo could be consider as the grumpy (their oldest sibling obviously being the grumpier), you held the tilte of the sunshine.

theo believed it suited you. ever since the three of you were kids, mattheo had his best friend grow protective of you in the same way he had, looking out for you even if you didn’t want it. however, whenever it was nott making your blood boil with some nonsense — you couldn’t get as mad at him as you’d get at your brother. it’s because he’s not my brother, he’s theo, you’d always tell yourself. the truth was that as much as you wanted, you could never be angry with him.

the same thing continued when you started hogwarts. although, you could feel the shifting of your friendship with theo. maybe it all started to happen, because you were growing up, or maybe it was meant to be like that. anyways — you found yourself dreaming of your childhood friend in situations… that made you blush profusely whenever you walked passed him. it was complicating things so much you tried to push it aside, nevertheless to no avail.

“you like him.” a friend of yours joked, when you confessed your thoughts about theo, and… even if gabriela said it in a joking way, you couldn’t help but wonder if she was right.

turns out, she was.

it was all revealed, when another older friend of yours asked you out to the yule ball, and you had to watch theo having fun with daphne greengrass as well as their own group of friends that you weren’t a part of. did it sting? like hell. should’ve you expected it? absolutely. some would say — you should wait for the moment, when he asks you to the ball, but you knew you were just matt’s little sister in his eyes. a mere childhood friend he used to play with when he was younger, though all that ended the second he (and your brother) got his letter, from this moment on theodore nott was a serious, adult man.

few years later, when the slytherins were throwing a party in celebration of mattheo’s eighteen birthday, as his sister, you got an invitation. as much as you loved your brother, you definitely weren’t a big party person — you’d rather spend your time in the smaller group of people, chilling to the muggle music and maybe get high. nonetheless, it was your sibling’s birthday and you wouldn’t hear the end of it if you didn’t show up.

to be fair, matt’s celebration was one of the first slytherin parties you ever attended, and from all the rumors coating its mysterious aura, your expectations were pretty high.

gabriela, the friend of yours, whom you confided in having a small crush on theo, apparently never forgotten that conversation and decided to ‘spice your night a tad’, her exact words. she lent you a fitted, emerald, silky dress that ended slightly above your knee, she did your make up and gave a nose kiss for good luck.

for the first two and a half hour of the party, you couldn’t really catch a glimpse of the boy you were looking for, so your attention were turned towards plan b, which was getting wasted — and maybe meeting someone to get your brother’s best friend off your mind. so as i said, two and a half hour later, you were much more eccentric, bubbly, and definitely more ray of sunshine, caused by the loads of alcohol you put in yourself.

“teddy!” you exclaimed with a grin as you swiftly made your way towards where he was sitting in the corner of the room. a cigarette in his hand, few of his first buttons undone, a smirk lingering on his lips, although it was gone the second he saw you, being replaced with a genuine, but almost unnoticeable smile.

“riddle.” he replied. the corners of his lips went slightly upwards as your hands were wrapped around him, right after you plopped down on the couch next to him. “drunk?” theo asked, his head tilted to the side to get a better view of your flushed face.

“never.” a giggle slipped past your lips. you leaned more on him, serving him another one of your charming beams. “can i have a hypothetical question?”

“hypothetical?” he echoed your words, suppressing a laugh in attempt to not hurt your drunken feelings. “sure, riddle. go on.” nott added upon seing you nod your head.

“could you give me one of your cigarettes?” you grinned once again, putting all effort into a pleading puppy expression you thought you’ve mastered. his answers made you uncertain about your manipulation/daddy’s girl skills.

once again, theodore fought back a chuckle, putting on a teasing smirk. “no.”

“teddy!”

“what? wasn’t it hypothetical?” he snickered, watching you groan theatrically, lowering yourself on the green sofa. it took him a moment to ease your needs and pull out a package of muggle cigarettes that made you raise your eyebrow in curiosity at him. “they’re the best, believe me.” he mumbled with a cigarette in between his lips.

soon after, he tugged you closer after having looked around to see if mattheo was out of sight. as soon as his nerves were settled and your brother was nowhere to be found, theo’s fingers were wrapped around the lighter he bought in second year. the asshole he was, it felt like he was lighting it up for so long you were about to turn eighty. his gaze was instantly focused on your eyes. butterflies were slowly erupting in your stomach with each second he slacked off to light it.

somehow, you two parted your ways few minutes later, ending the sparkling moment between you two with a quick and rash kiss on nott’s cheek, a little too close to his lips for your brother’s liking, too far for yours.

although, the separation didn’t last too long. at least for him, because, when you met him again, you were drunk out of your mind, giggling at every single word someone said to you. good thing theo’s gut feeling told him to look after you.

you were stumbling over your own feet, stuttering at easiest words until you finally landed in paradise— or just his arms. accidentally, but you could cross it out from your checklist, not that you had one.

“hiya.” a soft smile made its way onto your face as he tightened the grip on your waist, not because you smiled so charmingly at him, but also because some older dudes that occupied his previous spot was busy undressing you with their eyes.

if you weren’t mattheo’s little sister, he’d probably try to get you to agree to have a quick round in his round, hell — maybe not even that quick, he could spend an entire night with a girl like you. unfortunately, the reality was different. he could never take an advantage of you, you were too… you and theodore nott liked that too much to just… ruin it.

“what’re you doing?” you asked, frowning as he picked you up and turned towards the staircase. “teddy– put me down, please.” the words left your lips in a slurred manner, but theodore didn’t budge, not even once.

the teenager obeyed your request the moment he walked through the door to his dormitory that was shared with mattheo. theodore sat you on his bed, his green eyes scanning your face intently, while you stiffled a laughter. as a result, you got a confused expression from him. “what?” he asked.

“you’re so pretty.” a soft mumble left your mouth. it had always been hard to catch theodore nott off guard, mostly because he was an intelligent and cunning person, who always noticed the bigger picture, predict the intentions before someone even opened their mouth, yet you did it. if your mind wasn’t so clouded with alcohol, you’d count it as a small win.

anyway, theo didn’t let your words get too much of a hold on him as he silently continued to undress you. as wrong as it sounds, he was doing you a simple favour — nott wanted to bring you comfort and safety, so he dragged you to his dorm and began unzipping your dress, leaving you in your underwear.

it took the boy all the possible strength he had in himself to control all the urges he just felt. it would be so wrong if he got hard just from the mere sight of the goddess sitting in front of him, with pouty lips and a baffled expression caused by his lack of response to her compliment.

“teddy?” you tried getting his attention once again, involuntarily scrapping off the polish of your nails as your eyes rested on his back, watching him shuffle through his closet to find you a comfortable pyjama.

to be fair, theo absolutely loathed the nickname. teddy reminded him of a child he used to be, a child with a loving mother, who would always call him that exact nickname. it wasn’t too much of a hassle, because no one called him that — until you did and it seemed like you couldn’t get rid of it from your vocabulary. somehow, it never bugged him when you did it. the way ‘teddy’ rolled off your tongue always gave him some sort of warm feeling in his stomach.

“mm?” your brother’s best friend muttered, his back still facing you. seconds later, he’s again in front of you, nudging you yet so slightly, so you put your hands above your head. “what is it, y/n/n?” he used the nickname you haven’t heard in a while, causing a literal war in your abdomen.

“could you kiss me?” for barely a second, his brain stopped functioning. he stopped in his tracks, oversized t–shirt still in his hands, all that until he decided to spare your embarrassment the next day and acted like he didn’t just hear what he heard. he was foolish for thinking that a sight of you almost naked and not getting a hard–on was the worst part of his night. now, theodore’s brain was filled with images of you two making out, and… it’s tough.

wordlessly, he finally put the shirt on you, nudging you afterwards, worry was still vividly lingering on his face as he watched you getting comfortable. “i’ll be right here.” nott murmured, grabbing a pillow, laying down on the floor. theo on one side of his bed, the bucket he brought you in case throwing up on the other.

both of you knew that he could go back downstairs, maybe even hook–up with some girl and spend the night at her dorm, just like mattheo did. nevertheless, he stayed there right with you.

it was further in the night, when you woke up and noticed that he still occupied his spot on the floor next to the bed. a pang of guilt hit you (as well as the pounding in your head) as you stared at his peaceful state.

merlin, theodore faustus nott was today times’ adonis and you felt like you could just spend the rest of the night gawking at how insanely beautiful he was. you could barely resist the urge to run your hand through his dark curls.

“you know i can feel you’re staring, riddle?” theo chuckled with his eyes still closed. shit. at least it was dark enough, so he couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks. “somethin’ bothering you?” he asked, giving you a concerned look.

“sleep on the bed, please?” you pleaded. he was about to refuse, when you continued. “i know you don’t want to kiss me, but it breaks my heart seeing you suffer there, when there’s enough room for two people here.” the words coming out of your mouth are quiet. the embarrassment and absurdity of this whole situation got to you — if you just didn’t ask him to kiss you, he’d probably sleep in the bed with you, but you obviously had to ruin it.

“y/n/n, i want to kiss you.” he said, his tone matching yours. “but i can’t, you know it. mattheo would kill me the second he knew.” theo knew he shouldn’t but the urge was too great to resist, so he placed his hands on your knees, reducing the distance between the two of you.

“matt doesn’t have to know.” a whispers left your lips as you leaned an inch closer, brushing the tip of your nose against theo’s. “teddy, please.” you pleaded, staring at him with urgency in your eyes.

it took theodore half a second to consider his options. he could’ve refused and regret it afterwards, but stay alive or he could’ve just kissed you and maybe get into a heated argument with mattheo. so… a voice in his head said fuck it and kissed you with all those feelings he’s had in him.

you could feel your entire world stop the second his lips fell on yours with urgency and passion. it was all you ever dreamed of, he was the guy who was your last thought before sleep and the first after waking up. a silly, childhood crush that developed over the years into… something you couldn’t describe. theodore nott had you wrapped around his finger without even knowing it — if he asked you to jump into a fire pit for a longing glance, you wouldn’t think about it twice and jump.

your fingers were tangled in his curls as he, without breaking the kiss, leaned more towards you, until your back hit the fabric of his sheets. to be completely honest, you felt like your stomach was about to be ripped apart just from the proximity between the two of you.

the kiss lasted way longer than you expected. it could’ve been hours, but you could never been sure. his lips were just inches apart, when he pulled away yet so slighty, letting out a groan as you nudged the tip of your nose again his.

“you don’t even know how much i wanted to do that.” his words were quiet. “matt will kill me, won’t he?” a low chuckle espaced his throat qs you let out a groan in response.

“could you stop mentioning my brother and just kiss me, nott?”

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dclovesdanny · 4 months

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Something I will never get enough of is Danny killing the Joker. However, something I want to see more of, is Danny killing the Joker for Ellie.

Like, Jason and Danny are neighbors and they’ve been friends for a little while. Jason knows Danny has the 20 something year old mechanic with a six-year-old daughter who is an absolute gremlin. He really likes them both, and he might have a little crush on his neighbor.

Then when they are out at the park or something, the Joker attacks. The joker decides to grab a hostage and who does he grab, but this six year old girl who only seems to have one person who knows her, a scrawny 20 something person. She has dark hair and blue eyes and only person who seems to care about her is her older brother/possible father? Perfect bait for Batman.

He wasn’t counting on Danny being able to fight god for his family. He didn’t realize that Danny will do anything to protect his family, that, in his literal core, he is sworn to protect his people, no matter the cost. the joker did not realize that Danny loves Ellie enough to not only die (again) for her, but to kill for her.

The Joker doesn’t die to Batman, or in some big battle. The Joker dies to a man no one knew because the Joker kidnapped his daughter. The joker dies, because he forgot that not everyone has the same hangups about killing that Batman does. The Joker dies because he pushed a parent too far.

Jason is there during all of this. I think he’s either there as red hood, watching through the cameras, or there is Jason. All three of these have many different pros for various forms of angst.

If Jason is there as red hood, he’s probably with some of the batfamily, and they are holding him back from killing the Joker. They’re trying to figure out how to make it so that the joker won’t kill this little girl, and Jason is going feral because that is his kid. That is the little gremlin who lives next-door, who knocks on his door and treats him like a jungle gym. That’s his kid. When he sees Danny jump at the Joker, he’s going to have a straight up panic attack and he’s gonna get the guns ready, but he doesn’t need to.

If he’s there as Jason, I think the joker would also take him hostage. Jason Wayne, the brat who would get him a lot of money. Especially if the Joker knows that this was the second Robin, because this just means he can get two killed in one swoop. And Jason is trying to protect Ellie with everything in him, cursing himself for not bringing a gun with him and praying that this time Bruce isn’t too late. And he can see the pain in Danny’s eyes and he is so scared to lose this family he has. He praised to a God he doesn’t believe in this time, history won’t repeat itself.

I feel like it would be most painful, if he’s watching through cameras. He’s probably injured or in the middle of doing something for his civilian life . Maybe he’s even out of town, but turned the camera on to look out for the joker, and had a heart attack when he saw the little girl next-door being held by the Joker. This man is trying so hard to get there, breaking every traffic law, praying that he won’t be too late that this won’t be the same as his death. His trauma is excruciating, because this feels like when he was waiting for Bruce and Bruce not getting there until it was too late.

No matter which of these scenarios, he needs to see Danny snap and kill the joker. Maybe, in the camera scenario, it’s just this he arrives that he sees it. Either way, he needs to see the moment, the Joker dies at the head of a single father, and the parallel of Bruce and him and Danny and Ellie need to be very apparent. Because this time the dad wasn’t afraid to kill.

This is the moment I feel, Jason would fully acknowledge that he would do anything for these people. That these two neighbors of his have become his family. The moment he sees the two of them holding each other, and the jokers body at their feet, I guarantee you this man is fighting tooth and nail not to go over his red hood exposed them. if he’s Jason, he can run into hug them no problem, but if he’s red hood, he’s not going to be able to do that.

This man will fight with Batman if he even that should get in trouble for killing the Joker. He will threaten to never ever speak to Bruce ever again, will be ready to bribe the police into letting Danny go, we will race every camera footage out there of the event, will do anything for this family.

Later that day, he won’t have nightmares of the Joker for the first time in a while. He will be able to look at his family and rest easy, knowing that there’s no way that Joker can take them from him.

#long post #dc x dp #dc x dp writing prompt #dead on main #angst #de aged ellie #dad danny #joker dies #falling in love #favorite

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usedtobecooler · 1 year

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(I know you don't write for Steve but this just came to me) What about Steve teaching virgin!reader how to blow virgin!Eddie?!

Pairing | Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), handjobs, blowjobs, inexperienced virgin reader, inexperienced virgin eddie, experienced pushy steve, awkward boners, bullying, mutual pining.

Word Count | 2.8k

A/N | i've never written for steve before and i took this and ran with it lmao, i hope i did your prompt justice!! if any of you see any mistakes, no you didn't, this wasnt proof read.

Eddie and Steve's relationship had always been odd. You'd noticed it from the first time you'd ever hung out with them, when Robin had dragged you along to meet her friends. You hadn't known her for long, but Robin was loud and unabashed and adamant you had to come hang out with her outside of work.

When you'd first clapped eyes on them both, you noticed the air seemed thick between them. The way they'd bite at each other constantly, bicker and call each other names, the way Steve's eyes would linger on Eddie's lips a second longer than what would be deemed appropriate.

It seemed like a constant fight for dominance, especially when the kids were around. A battle of who Dustin loved more, who Mike looked up to more, who Max harbored a secret 'big brother' liking to more. It was a constant game, and you wondered if they even liked each other.

Then, sometimes, they'd be sweet with each other. Steve would knock Eddie back with a gentle hand when he was about to stumble over a curb, Eddie would grab Steve a burger even when he said he wasn't hungry. Steve would even help him set up the D&D table, he didn't understand what it was about and never played, but he'd help anyway. Even when Eddie bitched that the way he did it was wrong.

So, it was weird. The more time you spent together, the more you found yourself being sucked into the dynamic unwillingly. Robin said she could tell Eddie had a crush on you, which made you blush -- he was cute, and surprisingly really nice despite the hard exterior, but Steve caught onto it pretty quickly and used it to his advantage during their bickering.

You'd walked in on them arguing about you one day, when they clearly thought they were alone. You stood behind the doorway, eavesdropping;

"What would she want with you, Munson? You're a twenty year old virgin, trust me she's not interested."

"Oh yeah? As opposed to what, exactly? The town slut? As if you're any better than me because you've fucked every girl our age."

"At least I didn't jizz in my pants when she gave me a hug."

"That didn't fucking happen, and if you tell her that I'll kill you."

"Ooh, scary."

The admission of Eddie being a virgin was unsurprising, chicks weren't exactly queuing up outside his trailer to fuck him. But, he was pretty, like devastatingly so. Once you got to know him he was a great guy, smarter than he made himself out to be and nothing like the people of Hawkins claimed he was.

The next time you all hung out together, three joints deep and a bottle of scotch being passed around, you made a point of also admitting to being a virgin, to make Eddie feel better. Steve had stared at you open mouthed and flustered, Eddie had choked on his gum, Robin had watched it all unfold and let out a loud barking laugh.

You'd hoped that it would settle Eddie's mind and maybe get Steve to back off and stop hounding him about it, particularly in front of you.

And now, how you ended up in this situation is fully Robin's fault and she'll get told that when you next see her. Her and Nancy had bowed out of your designated movie night ungracefully, claiming to be slammed with babysitting Holly at last minute, but you knew better.

The three of you were crammed up on Steve's bed, and you're wondering why he and Eddie willingly chose to sit next to each other, so close their arms were squashed together and their legs knocked. You were watching The Lost Boys, at Steve's adamance, because apparently it was the horror movie of the year, but you begged to differ, nothing exciting had happened yet.

It gets to a sex scene, and you awkwardly shuffle from where you're sat next to Eddie, cheeks burning hot as you avert your eyes from the screen. Neither of them notice, enamored with seeing a pair of tits on the screen like a pair of twelve year olds.

Your fingers accidentally brush Eddie's own, and you shoot back like you've been scalded, "Sorry, Eddie." You whisper quietly, settling back into your pillow with an inch of space between your bodies for safe measure.

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, which catches Steve's attention, making him turn away from the screen to look at you both, eyes flitting back and forth. Then, a scoff escapes him, "Trust you to pop a boner at a pair of fucking tits, Munson."

You furrow your brows, glancing down to where Steve's eyes wandered and oh. Eddie was hard, straining against the loose plaid pyjama pants that he always wore when you guys hung out at night, refusing to buy a pair of sweatpants.

Eddie's face is flushed a dark red, you can see it as clear as day from the glare of Steve's TV, "Fuck off, Harrington. They're a nice pair of tits."

"You're such a virgin, you want some help with that?" Steve wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and you think it's meant to come out as a joke but the way Steve says it seems anything but. He looks at you over Eddie's shoulder, motioning towards him, clamping a hand down on his leg, "Don't you think it's about time he got touched by something that wasn't his right hand?"

You flounder a little, unable to form proper thoughts at what Steve is insinuating, "What do you mean? That I should help him with that? I'm the unwilling third party here, keep me out of your homoerotic bullshit."

"We could both do it, silly. Was it not totally obvious that he's got a massive crush on you?" Steve shrugs like it's nothing, and you feel Eddie tensing up next to you, can see his cock straining further in his pants out of the corner of your eye. In that moment it clicks for you that they're both into this, have probably been waiting a while to find themselves in this situation, with you specifically.

"At this point I think you have a crush on him, you're so obsessed with him it's hilarious." You snark, leaning forward a little until you're crowded back in Eddie's space, hands bumping each others, "What do I get out of this, exactly?"

Steve looks you up and down, a cute grin gracing his face, "Trust me, you can have anything you want."

You chew on the inside of your lip, genuinely thinking about it. Did you really want your first time doing anything sexual with another person to be in a threesome? You clench your thighs at the thought, a wave of heat flushing through your body at the thought of being touched by four hands at once, two mouths.

You wonder how Eddie feels, he's uncharacteristically quiet. You hazard a glance back down, and Eddie has his hand clamped over Steve's own on his thigh. So, yeah, clearly he's into it too.

"Aw, c'mon, don't you want to show the freak a good time?" Steve asks, a smirk overcoming his features — it's disgustingly attractive, a far cry from the usually sweet Steve you knew when Eddie wasn't around, but it did things to you, made your tummy clench.

"Steve, I've never done this either... you know that," You pull your bottom lip with your teeth, chewing anxiously. It's not as if Eddie had anything to compare you to, you were both a pair of bumbling touch starved virgins, but you didn't want it to be bad for him, either.

"Harrington, if you don't stop rubbing my thigh I'm gonna cum in my pants," Eddie's voice cuts through the air, loud enough to knock you out of your trance and making you look up at him, taking in just how disheveled he was already from the merest touch.

"I'll show you how to do it," Steve says, completely ignoring Eddie's protests, never taking his eyes off of you as he brushes his hand up Eddie's thigh even higher, knocking his clothed hard dick with the back of his hand. Eddie hisses, Steve grins and lets out a cackle, "Won't take much, anyway, not if this is anything to go by."

"I am right here," Eddie balks, throwing his hands up in the air. Steve shushes him, shoving into Eddie's space like an eager puppy to grip at his pants and pull them down his thighs.

Of course Eddie doesn't wear underwear under them, why would he? His cock springs out, flushed and hard, the tip a pretty pink colour that makes your mouth water, a small amount of precum blurting out of his slit.

"You guys good with this?" Steve double checks, Eddie whines a little, which is enough of a reply for Steve. You don't even reply, batting Steve out of the way with one hand and wrapping your other one eagerly around the base of Eddie's dick - which to your delight elicits the prettiest little moan from his mouth.

"Eager little thing, isn't she?" Steve smirks at Eddie, which in return has you rolling your eyes and Eddie nodding his head fast. You slide your hand up the length of Eddie's cock slowly, shocked by how your fingers don't even wrap around it fully, all girthy and nice to touch.

"Right, you've not got enough lube for your hand to glide properly, here," Steve leans forward, mouth just mere centimetres away from Eddie's dick, and he lets out a glob of spit onto the head.

"Fuck, what the fuck," Eddie's words comes out erratic, eyes wide as he watches Steve spit all over him without a care in the world, like this was normal and something 'bros' did. Your hand squeezes the base of his cock a little to focus his attention back on you, hand sliding up to rub in the mess of Steve's spit and get him all nice and wet.

"There you go, see? Much easier." Steve's cocky demeanor is starting to diminish, you can tell by the way his voice comes out softer as he watches your skin connect with Eddie's, the slick slide of your fist up and down his cock. You feel Steve's large hand ghost over your lower back, under your shirt. You gasp quietly at the touch, the burning heat of his skin on yours making you shiver.

"Does this feel okay?" You ask Eddie quietly, ignoring what Steve just said because what the fuck would he know, it's not his dick being touched.

"Feels good, sweetheart, cross my heart." Eddie's cheeks are tinged rouge red, neck veins popping a little as he clearly struggles not to blow his load. You can see Steve looking back and forth between you both with curious eyes, smile still on his face, clearly enjoying watching a pair of virgins going at it like a creep.

"Do you want me to use my mouth?" You ask tentatively, cocking your head to the side as you keep eye contact with Eddie to try and gauge how he feels. It's meant to be innocent, comes out dirty. Dirty enough that Steve's hand moves to grip at your waist slightly, a soft sigh escaping him.

"You'd like that, right Eddie?" Steve's smile is sickly sweet, but you can tell he's starting to fold because he's using Eddie's real name, not his last name or a stupid nickname. Eddie nods silently, eyes shutting and head thumping back against Steve's plush headboard.

You slide down the bed quietly, shuffling until you're nestled in between Eddie's spread legs at an angle that meant you could just lean forward and slide your mouth over his length, "Tell me what to do then, genius."

"Take your hand off him, I'll do that, you just put your pretty mouth to use," Steve's slender fingers move yours out of the way until you're releasing Eddie's cock, his own large hand wrapping around the base and squeezing, making Eddie whimper.

Steve guides Eddie's dick over to rub the tip over your closed lips, smearing precum all over them. Your tummy clenches, ridiculously turned on by what you're doing, unable to stop your mind racing. You feel dizzy, like this is a dream you'll wake up from any moment.

"What're you waiting for? Wrap your lips around the head, give it a try." Steve's demanding, his voice firm with you, so you lean down and close the distance, opening your lips and sinking down onto the head, hot mouth engulfing Eddie's cock.

"Jesus Christ, fuck," Eddie cries out, can't help but open his eyes to look at you, has to see what you're both doing. The sight of Steve's massive fist around his cock, jerking it lightly into your mouth, you sucking and licking at him - he's teetering on the edge dangerously fast.

"Feels good, right?" Steve chuckles a little, looking between where his fist and your mouth meet and Eddie's blown out, wide eyes, "She didn't even need any help, knew just what do on her own like a good girl."

You and Eddie both moan in unison, the vibration on Eddie's cock enough to have his hips bucking up wildly, which in turn causes Steve to reach his free hand out and push him down onto the bed harshly, "Don't cum yet, Munson. Don't be a little bitch."

Eddie chokes out a little sob, whining at Steve being mean to him. It makes his body run hot, the coil in his tummy tighten. You glance up at him, mouth still full of his cock, just to make sure he's okay, and the bit of eye contact has Eddie losing it.

"Sorry, fuck, sorry, I'm cumming," Eddie grips at a chunk of Steve's meaty thigh and he comes with an embarrassingly loud yelp, Steve's hand tightening as he jerks Eddie's cock into your open, willing mouth, swallowing his release down like you'd done it a million times before.

You kitten lick at the head until Eddie shakes with sensitivity, popping off with a little grin, "You good? Back down to earth yet?"

Eddie smiles dumbly, saluting at you with two fingers, body completely sagged into Steve's plush sheets, flaccid cock still out, "Alive but barely."

You clamber up the bed, the sudden urge to kiss him overtaking your body. You fist a hand in his messy curls, pulling him up to kiss you. Eddie wraps an arm around your back, kissing you all sloppy, teeth and tongue, to an outsider it probably looked gross, but it was so hot to you that you wanted to cry.

You break apart to catch a breath, forehead to forehead with wild eyes and stupid little smiles on your faces. You ache with how much you like Eddie, a love for him overtaking your whole body. Steve clears his throat at your side, pulling you out of your trance, making you turn to look at him.

He's got a firm hand gripped into the arm of Eddie's shirt, you can see his own cock tenting in his loose sweatpants and God, it's big and intimidating, even through his clothes.

"Don't be greedy, share it with me," Steve closes the space between you both and smashes his lips onto yours, licking into your mouth expertly to swipe over your tongue. You moan into the kiss, cunt clenching at being used in this way. He kisses more firmly than Eddie, more sure of himself, it's nice in a different way.

Just as you're getting lost in it Steve pulls away, a whine dying in your throat when you open your eyes to see his face gliding closer to Eddie's, and then they're kissing too. Steve grapples for your waist with closed eyes, tugging you even closer to them both.

They're animalistic with each other, like they're both angry and filled with pent up rage. Eddie grips a hand in Steve's mane of hair, has him groaning into the kiss that's all teeth and grunting. You watch through hooded eyes, unable to take your gaze away from them, wetness pooling in your pretty underwear at the sight of them both.

A whine escapes you, the noise filling the air and cutting off their kiss, both of them looking at you with differing gazes. Steve looks like he wants to pin you down and fuck you into oblivion, Eddie looks like he's in love. Steve sits up a little, grabbing at you and Eddie with every free bit of his big hands, fingers roaming unabashedly.

Steve glances at you both, a smirk back to gracing his features, "If you think I'm done with you two yet, you're sorely mistaken."

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maxislvt · 11 months

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helloo, first off i love your work ! second, this may or may not be a request but- imagine dark!wanda x spidey!reader, post no way home where r is one of the avengers sent to stop wanda on her rampage. r gets captured by wanda though and turns out wanda remembers r’s identity. she had a crush on r since civil war and now that she has r all to herself…😳

“i’m going to ruin you”

warnings: womb tattoos, coercion, manipulation, spiderperson typical quips in really bad situations, no smut

got a little carried away, whoops!

The last few months of your life have been awful.

Life had been pretty stable for the most part. Trying to balance college, being a superhero duo with your adoptive brother, and the newfound freedom of adulthood was a lot to say the least. Then some big alien freak came along and ruined everything. You and Peter left Aunt May behind for five years.

For better or for worse, you and Peter didn't age. Peter still had his senior year ahead of him and you were only 24. So you both tried to make the most of that.

You were supposed to chaperone your little brother's senior trip through Europe. All you wanted to do was help Peter enjoy the last few months of youth he had before being shipped off to college. Of course, fate had other plans and the trip was interrupted by another cataclysmic event. One unpredictable turn after another. Then suddenly everyone knew your secret identity.

Quentin Beck was a hero and you were half of the duo that killed him.

One edited video and suddenly the whole world was against you and your brother. It was a target on your back you had no way of getting off your back. The magical escape you thought you'd found was nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing. Universes nearly collided. Three versions of your brother. Two other versions of you. Villains the two of you tried and failed to rehabilitate. A moment of complete darkness for your brother A dead aunt. So much fighting. So much pain. All of it for nothing. At the end of it all, everyone was forced to forget about you and Peter. No more full rides to dream colleges and no more "Amazing Spider Kids". It was just the two of you in a shitty Downton apartment at a community college neither of you really wanted to attend, but that didn't stop you two from trying to protect those who couldn't protect themselves.

That need to protect everything and everyone seemed to get you in bigger trouble.

America Chavez. Barely 15 years old, alone in the multiverse, and no one to trust. Her powers and life experience were beyond you — you couldn't even take credit for defeating whatever monster that was chasing her — but you wanted her safe. You foolishly thought that it'd be as simple as finding a hero that could mentor her. Magic wasn't your strong suit. Yet, you still helped America try to escape the claws of the Scarlet Witch along with Doctor Strange.

In the midst of a heated chase, the witch's focus seemed to have shifted. Your mask was ripped by a piece of metal and you could feel the witch's eyes on you. Since you were more focused on protecting America, you decided to send The Scarlet Witch on a goose chase. You and a magical body double of the girl. Unfortunately, you could only run for so long. You didn't bother fighting when you were captured. All you could do was put on a brave face as you were somehow teleported back to your universe. You assumed the witch had gotten a decent portion of America's powers. That worried you, but unfortunately you had to prioritize your personal safety for a moment.

The witch must've known you were too weak to run away because she didn't even bother tying you down. She just stood over you and examined your face. You were nervous and confused to say the least. "So, uh, do you always stand over sacrificial young adults in such a compromising way or am I special?" You quipped. It was a real misfortune your mouth tended to run more when you were nervous. Your heart almost exploded when she reached out for your mask. "Hey, hey! Have some respect for a man's secret identity, will you?" You shouted, trying to push her hands away.

Automatic reflexes were nothing against magic and you were unmasked and it sent your spider senses spiraling.

"You remember me."

"Of course,I remember you. Do you not remember me?"

The airport. Tony had you and Peter flown out for a top secret field mission, that's what he told you at least. You weren't sure what you were fighting for, but you remember the battle clearly. Some guy had grown to a hundred feet tall. You fought some guy with a metal arm. Then someone suddenly started throwing cars. They had all missed you and went straight for Tony, but it was still scary. After the battle, you learned the name of all the people you fought. The weird one, as Tony described her, was named Wanda Maximoff. It's scary how your life had become so eventful that you'd forgotten that whole experience. Well, you couldn't blame yourself for not recognizing her considering the drastic change in her appearance.

"Yeah," You said bitterly, "you threw a car garage at my mentor."

"Your mentor made the bombs that destroyed my home country and had me jailed for powers I didn't ask for."

That was the first time a villain had left you truly speechless. Tony wasn't like that. Was he?It was a lot to process and that wasn't made any easier with the icy cold hand caressing your cheeks. "If you're going to drop an information bomb, can you at least give me a second to —" Your sentence was cut short by her thumb slipping into your mouth. Wanda had managed to slip past your spider senses. It was odd considering you were definitely not calm nor did you trust her.

"I figured he didn't bother telling you the whole truth," Wanda's voice had gotten low and seductive. Her thumb pressed down on your tongue as she continued to monologue. Your squirming didn't phase her at all. "I could hear your thoughts the moment you stepped foot in the airport. So loud and frantic, but nothing but innocence and desire for approval. It's a shame I wasn't able to see you again after that. I was lost in a hex of my own deepest desires and do you know what was there?" A smile spread across her lips as she felt you relax out of curiosity. "The two of us, happily married with two children, and living in New Jersey."

The statement made you jump and start fighting again. Married with kids was definitely not on your list of goals in the next few months, living in New Jersey just sounded dreadful. You managed to get her thumb out of your mouth just long enough to speak. "I'm sorry to hear about your crazy magic thing, I'm not ready to settle down yet. Maybe come back in six years once I've graduated, yeah?"

Wanda binded your wrists with magic. Her hand came down on your cheek with all the strength she had. Despite her frustration, she was happy to see you were still as witty and innocent as the day you two met. "I think I have a plan you'll like." She smirked as she summoned the darkhold. It opened on its own. The book turned towards you and translated itself so you could understand it. "Your innocence," she said before ripping you suit, "and your body in exchange for the girl's safety."

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. It certainly wasn't a fair deal, even more unfair once you looked over the spell presented to you. A womb tattoo magically etched into your skin that would give Wanda complete control over your libido, orgasms, and a bunch of other depraved things you hadn't even heard of before. Wanda definitely wasn't the woman you imagined would take your virginity, but it wasn't an offer you could refuse. Strange wasn't strong enough to defeat Wanda and letting America die wasn't an option in your mind.

You put on as brave a face as you could before speaking, "If you so much as lay a finger on that girl, the deal is off." Your voice faltered at the feeling of Wanda's lips pressed against your neck. A moan nearly escaped your lips when Wanda's hands began exploring your body. The skin of your lower stomach began to tingle. This was it. This was how you lost your virginity.

Wanda's lips curled into a smile. A real one that showed off her perfectly white bunny teeth. She was no longer concerned with America. You were all she needed now.

"I'm going to ruin you," She whispered, "and you're going to enjoy every moment of it."

You wanted her to be wrong. You wanted so badly to hate the way her hands felt against your bruised skin and the softness of her lips on your neck, but you couldn't. Months without affection left your body desperate for any form of human touch. It is shameful and almost disgusting.

"Shh, I'll treat you right. Just be good for me."

#panther speaks #anon #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda fanfic #dark!wanda maximoff #panthers drabbles

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👩🏻‍🎨 ͡ ꒱ STELLAS RELATIONSHIP WITH HER BESTIES

au masterlist — you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!

°. — LILY!

Their theme song is ‘I Ain’t Worried’ by OneRepublic

Lily met Stella when her family moved in next door to the Hughes. Lily had accidentally Jack in the face with her volleyball, and Stella instantly befriended her after the sassy remark Lily said to Jack when he started to whine about being hit.

Stella and Carmen were having a tea party in Stella's backyard and Stella invited Lily over and the three became inseparable since then!

Lily dreams of becoming a professional volleyball player, she is one of the star players for umich team, she got a scholarship to go to umich.

Lily is an amazing golfer and Stella finds it amazing because Lily has never had any proper training. Lily just once went along to the golf course with Stella and her brothers and they were all shocked at how good Lily is. Lily and Stella are an unbeatable duo!

Lily’s nicknames are: lils, lilypad,and lee.

Lily is the ‘Crazy one’ in the trio

Lily is very protective of her friends and family, she will do anything to make sure they are okay!

The quote blondes have more fun is perfect for her! Lily is always up to something

A big party girl!

There are rumors around the campus that there is a thing going on between her and mark, but they have neither confirmed nor denied!

‘Do you wanna play mermaids?’ She was that kid!

Lilys love language is words of affirmation and threatening to beat someone up for you

Lily has 1 older sisters and a year younger brother that she loves to tease.

Lily loves spending summers with Stella and everyone, but she goes to France every summer with her family!

Lily has a small crush on Cole and everyone knows but she continues to deny it, Lily is such a confident girl so it’s funny to see how shy she gets in front of Cole!

Lily and Stella got their nipples pierced together !, Carmen holding there hands

She’s always flirting with Stella and Carmen

She has a loud but fun personality, definitely someone you would want to be friends with

°. — CARMEN!

Their theme song is ‘Dance With Me Tonight’ by olly murs

Stella and Carmen have known each other the longest, their parents being very close friends. It was always Carmen and Stella until Lily came along, and they happily became the most iconic trio everr.

Carmen is on the figure skating team with Stella, they have been skating together since they were very little.

Carmen loves figure skating but her real passion is photography and videography, she has said many times that Stella is her muse.

Carmen's nicknames are: mins, minnie, and caro

Carmen is the ‘mom ’ in the trio

Stella is the ‘shy one’ in the trio

Carmen is pansexual

Carmen also likes going to parties, almost always is the designated driver

A lot of people assume Carmen is timid from her appearance and how she portrays herself but she is far from that!

Carmen had a crush on Jack for a few weeks until she got the ick watching him dramatically celebrate beating her, Luke and Stella in monopoly. They were like 13, and she confessed to Stella after she realized the crush was over!

Carmen’s love language is gift giving and physical touch with her besties !

Carmen almost always spends summers with the Hughes family, their family’s are very close and are always together, celebrating holidays, going out, all of it !!

Carmen is an only child !! But her older cousin Liam has lived with them since he was 6, he was adopted and is great friends with the Hughes brothers. (Liam is the same age as Quinn)

Carmen wants to make a podcast with Stella and Lily!

Carmen is secretly a yapper!

Can not flirt to save her life

Carmen is very competitive, and won’t let anyone talk down on her because she’s quieter than others!

°. — TREVOR!

Their theme song is ‘Team’ by Lorde

Stella and Trevor have known each other for a long time! They had gone through a lot of phases in their friendship.

The first phase was that Stella couldn't stand him (lasted for like 5 months) he was loud and obnoxious, she had made it clear she preferred cole . . . by a lot ! The next phase was Stella realizing she had a crush on him (that did not last long) They had become close very fast after Stella realized that her crush was gone, Stella now thinking of Trevor as another much more annoying brother!

Trevor will always be on Stella's side no matter what! And boy did that annoy Jack but there's nothing anyone can do about that.

Trevor is always one of the first people Stella tells anything too!

Trevor’s nicknames are: trev, Z, and trevi.

They talk at least once a day!

These two have so many inside jokes, they will just break out into laughter and everyone is like ???

Do not leave them with a golf cart

If Stella is not ready to tell her brothers something she will tell Trevor first.

Many of his ex’s hated Stella for how close they are!

Trevor is always yapping about Stella !!

So many iconic moments of them being shown on the big screen at games !!

Stella hates swimming and has a big fear of drowning, but she feels a lot more comfortable in the water with Trevor

They are always teasing and having play fights !

Trevor is the one who has been featured the most on her YouTube channel

These two are such gossipers together

They are true besties mhm!!

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I know this is short! But I really wanted to get it out and I honestly didn’t know what else to add! But basically Stella has a great and close relationship with them all! I was thinking of adding Tate to this because she is also really close with Stella but I decided not too! )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I didn’t put a lot of information, so feel free to send in questions about Lily and Carmen !!! And Stella’s relationship with them and Trevor !!! )

°. — taglist ( @privatemythss @cixrosie @toasttt11 @lxvelyzoe @lovings4turn x )

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨👩🏻‍🎨୧˚ stella hughes au!#👩🏻‍🎨 ͡ ꒱ stella hughes!#💌stellahughes!#rutger mcgroarty au #trevor zegras x reader #nhl x oc #nhl x reader #hughes!sister #hughes sister #nhl #nhl hockey #hockey imagine

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thebisexualdogdad · 10 months

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An eventful holiday - Thea Queen x Male!reader

A/N: based off the 1x09 holiday episode because I've started a DC show rewatch and forgot how much of a crush I used to have on Thea

When Oliver came back from the dead he had a lot of new things he had to adjust to, one of the hardest being that his little sister who was only twelve the last time he saw her was now seventeen with a boyfriend.

He wanted an opportunity to bring his family closer after learning they stopped celebrating Christmas when he and his father went missing so Oliver planned a big Christmas party to make up for lost time.

However he didn't expect you to be invited as Thea's plus one.

He, Thea, Moira and Walter just got their photo taken when you walk in holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Hi, uh Thea invited me," you say seeing the angry look on Oliver's face, "Mrs. Queen these are for you."

You hand Moira the flowers and she thanks you, Thea kissing you on the cheek and showing you to the food table.

"I didn't get a chance to tell you how amazing you look tonight," you smile, grabbing a christmas cookie and taking a bite of it.

"You clean up pretty nice yourself," she says, drinking a glass of champagne and taking in the sight of you in your suit.

"Well I wanted to impress your brother, I don't think he likes me very much," you admit.

"Because he doesn't know you and he still doesn't want to believe I'm not a little kid anymore," she tells you.

"Maybe we should hang out sometime, just the three of us so he and I can actually get to know each other," you suggest.

"You're putting in a lot of effort to get the approval of my brother," she chuckles.

"That's because I love you, I want him to know that I'm serious about us and would never do anything to hurt you."

Thea smiles and kisses you sweetly, putting her empty glass down on the table, "I love you too and I think we should go upstairs for some privacy so I can give you your christmas present."

"But we exchanged gifts already," You say confused as you and Thea had a small get together with your family a few days prior.

"This is the part of your gift that I couldn't give you in front of your parents," she grins.

You had no idea what was in store for you but you quickly down a glass of champagne as she takes your hand and guides you towards the stairs.

Oliver sees this and glares at you, about to follow you two with intentions of kicking you out of the party but his mother puts her hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Let them be Oliver," Moira says calmly.

"You're really okay with what they are going to do up there?" Oliver huffs.

"They are young and in love, in case you've forgotten your father and I tried to stop you sneaking around with girls when you were their age and yet you still always found a way," she chuckles.

"She's not ready to be in a relationship this serious," Oliver states.

"And you were?" Moira laughs, "you have to accept that Thea is not the same twelve year old she was when you left."

"Excuse me mom, I need to get some air," Oliver sighs, heading to the front door.

Meanwhile upstairs you are sitting on Thea's bed as she locks her door, sauntering towards you and climbing in your lap.

"Go ahead and unzip my dress," she says and you reach up, pulling the zipper down her chest to reveal the black lacy bra she has underneath.

"Wow," you mutter, the top of her dress falling off her shoulders and bunching around her waist.

"You like it?" She asks it.

"You are so beautiful Thea," you say putting your hands on her waist and kissing her deeply.

The kiss intensifies, Thea slipping your suit jacket off and tossing it to the floor before unbuttoning your shirt.

You pick her up and flip her over, letting her get comfortable against the pillows.

Thea moans softly as you kiss down her neck and along her chest while pulling her dress the rest of the way off her body exposing the lacy black panties that matched her bra.

"Merry Christmas Y/N," she says, biting her lip.

"This just may be the best gift I've ever received," you mutter, your lips traveling along her stomach which results in her hips rocking up for any form of friction.

You spend a while exploring her body and working her up, fully enjoying your gift, your fingers are gently rubbing her over the lace and her arousal is starting to soak through the material so you finally rid her of it.

You stand up and remove the rest of your clothes as well but look around, "Wait where's my jacket?"

You spot it on the floor and dig around in the inside pocket pulling a condom out.

"Were you expecting to get laid tonight?" Thea teases as she lifts her chest up to unclip her bra and tosses it aside.

"Not at all but it's always better to be prepared right," you chuckle, taking the condom out and rolling it on.

You reposition yourself back on top of her, spreading her legs apart and settling in between them.

Thea gasps when you ease the tip of your cock inside her, slowly pushing it the rest of the way in.

"Does this feel okay?" You ask and she nods.

You give a few rolls of your hips so she has a chance to adjust before you find a more steady rhythm.

She throws her head back, her chest in the air so you take the opportunity to nip at her neck and collarbones.

"Just like that," she moans, grasping at the sheets under her.

After a few minutes she feels her release approaching and reaches down, rubbing firm circles over her clit.

"I'm so close," she groans.

"Me too," you grunt, picking up the pace.

With just a few more thrusts Thea is cumming, her walls tightening around your cock and her eyes rolling back.

Seeing her like this takes you over the edge as well, riding out your highs together.

After cleaning yourselves up you're blissfully laying naked in her bed, a sheet loosely around your waists with her head on your chest when there's an urgent knocking on her door.

"Thea make yourself decent quickly, Diggle just called and Oliver's been in a motorcycle accident we need to go to the hospital right away," her mother says through the door with an obvious worry in her voice.

"Oh my god," Thea says, jumping out of bed and grabbing her clothes off the floor.

"Hey, what can I do for you?" You ask trying to comfort her as you both get redressed.

Thea opens her door surprised to see her mom is still standing there.

"Y/N you can help by seeing our guests out after we leave," Moira says.

"Of course Mrs. Queen," you say awkwardly, pulling your suit jacket on and kissing Thea's forehead before heading downstairs.

"Walter is bringing the car around," Moira says as they follow suit, "and Thea dear fix your dress, I do hope you two were using protection in there."

"Mom now is not the time for that!" Thea yelps in embarrassment realizing her dress is still half unzipped.

Well this certainly was the most eventful holiday Thea has had in a long time.

#arrow imagine #thea queen imagine #thea queen x reader #x male reader #fic

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Origins

Imagine an AU where Althea is reborn as Silver's twin sister (biologically) after Alcestris dies as a nearly sick twist of fate (being reborn as the child of your enemy). She too put under the sleeping spell by the fairies, slumbering away along with her brother for 200 years and waiting for someone to love them until the retired General comes by the thorn infested and abandoned castle. Lilia's presence immediately awakens the twin babies from their 'blessing' because there is finally someone who can love them unconditionally after their parents perished in war. He gives his blessing to them, naming them Silver and Althea. Silver's blond hair changes to silver but Thea's hair remains the same ashy blonde..instead it's her right eye that changes. From the soft hazel brown that her left eye is like it becomes a fiery crimson red which hits Lilia too close to home. She looks just like the young half-fae that was so brutally murdered by the humans..but this child is not to blame and neither is Silver.

He raises them in the little cottage near the Zigvolt residence and often visited by Malleus, the twins both wanting to be knights along with little Sebek and so Lilia trains all three of them. Even though the little girl wants to wield a sword as well, she's always playing the role of the princess that the two boys need to save. Silver has the ability to attract small woodland creatures or even one as big as a bear, Althea on the other hand was gifted with a voice so heavenly some might even say it can do wonders.

The envelope of invitation from Night Raven arrives to Silver, meaning he can enroll into the college but Thea is upset about her brother leaving, refusing to accept being left alone in the cottage or in the care of the Zigvolt family so Lilia somehow manages to convince Crowley to let her enroll as well (because he is so kind as we know). Sorted into Diasomnia just like her father, twin brother, older brother figure and later her childhood friend (and crush(?)) .

Despite Silver having a sleeping curse that makes him doze off randomly throughout the day, Thea has the opposite. She's very much an insomniac, having trouble falling asleep even at night. Lilia also couldn't find a cure to this just he couldn't to Silver's condition.

Ashe (Yuu) shows up in the Opening Ceremony of their second year in NRC as the magicless human from another world. Thea quickly befriends the little outsider, making them best friends and her also helping them battle the Overblot incidents. But as time passes she begins to dream about a strange girl in green armor that looks very similar to herself and a man with long blond hair and silver armor. She can't put her finger on who either of them are but she feels that she's supposed to know.

Then inevitably come the time when Lilia announces he will be dropping out of college and move to a far away country because he's losing his magic, ultimately leaving his kids behind which leaves both Silver and Thea upset. This leads to Malleus's Overblot and the nightmare begins (get it?), him putting everyone on the island to sleep. Silver uses his Signature Spell to travel into Lilia's dream along with Sebek, Ashe, Grim and Thea. There they will unravel all the secrets and truth that has been kept hidden from them by the elders.

Silver and Thea discover their true origins, finding out their real parents being the enemy of the faes and thus General Lilia and Thea recognizes Knight of Dawn as the man who always showed up in her dreams. Thea however is hit with a bonus set of bricks. Discovering that she had a past life..as the half-fae girl that she also used to dream about. She finds out what happened to her and the truth is as painful as it gets. Alcestris was murdered by the Men of Steel, more specifically King Hendrick who is non-other than her and Silver's uncle. And she right now is the reincarnation of that unfortunate half-fae soldier, reborn as the child of the enemy who are the reason of her death in the first place. She's just as distraught as Silver is about their origins but Sebek and Ashe are there to pull both of them out of the darkest pit of their life. Life moves on and they're not to blame for the actions of their ancestors, they're still worthy of love..

#Oh man the existencial crisis is so real #twst oc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst #lilia vanrouge #twst au #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #twst knight of dawn

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neverinadream · 11 months

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You're His Girlfriend, But You Belong To Me - Part Three

Summary: Emotions run high and hearts are broken in the final chapter of yours and Christian's affair.

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader // Ty (OC) x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Trying Not To Love You - Nickelback

Warnings: angst, themes of infidelity, heartbreak, a break up, arguing, confessions of infidelity, confessions of love, possessiveness, references of ownership, cocky!christian, violence, suggestive themes....idk if i'm missing anything

Notes: and it's....almost finished!! there is an epilogue still to be posted. i loved this little miniseries a lot, even if the theme isn't everyone's cup of tea. big thanks to @thoseboysinblue who is always there to bounce ideas off, couldn't have done it without you 🫶🏻. the flow is a little dodgy towards the end and there are parts that could've been done so much better but i've gotten too much in my own head over this, so i'm just going to give it to you how it is. what do we want to see in the future?? more miniseries like this?? thank you to all those that read it and gave me feedback on the other parts. it truly means a lot! anyway...feedback is always appreciated!

"Hi. Hello."

Hushed voices are reduced to silence as you appear in front of the microphone, fixing the skirt of the sage-coloured dress that had been trying to kill you all day. The material was soft to the touch and it helped to ease the anxiety riddling your veins, and it didn't matter how many times Ty told you how beautiful you looked, the deadly contraption had to go. The bodice was too tight on your chest, crushing the air from your lungs, and the length of the skirt was too long on your legs, even when wearing your heels. Your mother called it karma for not being there in person when your older sister was making the preparations for her wedding like the rest of her bridesmaids were.

"Wow, there's a lot of you here today," you nervously laughed, pinching at your dress and rubbing the material between your thumb and finger as you looked out at the ocean of guests before you. They were friends and family, but you still didn't recognise nearly half of them. The ones you did recognise didn't look at you with blank expressions, and when you found Christian sitting with the rest of his family, a wave of comfort washed over you as he gave you a subtle smile over the rim of his champagne flute. "For those who don't know me, I am Carrie's little sister," you introduce yourself, "and much like the family dog, I like long walks on the beach, constant attention, and taking naps after I've eaten too much food." You try not to smile as your opening line leaves a few of the guests laughing. "Or, perhaps that's Carrie," you pull a face of confusion, "we've gone our whole lives being mixed up with each other, that even I'm beginning to mix us up."

You glance over at your sister, your hand gently holding onto the top of the microphone, as your other hand curls around the stand. "I'm not sure what Carrie knew what she was getting herself into when she asked me to give a speech today. I'm not a comedian like our older brother, so I can't make you all laugh until your sides hurt, and I'm no poet like our father, so please put your tissues and handkerchiefs back in your pockets, but what I can do is list all of Carrie's amazing qualities that will make her the greatest wife of all time." You release the microphone and reach into your bodice, pulling out a folded napkin you had hidden before your turn. "So," you clear your throat, unfolding the blank napkin, "Carrie is...she..." Guests laugh as you squint at the napkin, pulling it closer to your face. "Hmm," you fold the napkin back up and stuff it into your dress, "I guess I won't be doing that then."

"As kids, we hated each other, and I think that was because of our two very contrasting personalities. Carrie was a loud-mouthed, bitchy psychopath, and I was just perfect, but as we got older, Carrie was like a fucking rockstar to me. I wanted to be just like her. I wanted to dip my toes into every pond that she jumped into. I wanted to be able to craft the perfect lie to our parents, only for it to all fall apart at the very last second. Our parents told my sister that she could not go to any senior prom after parties and like the crafty genius Carrie was, she told our parents that she was stuck in traffic for three whole hours. And she would've got away with it if our next door neighbour hadn't found her upside down in his hedge."

You smile up at your sister as you turn to her again, who was already dabbing her eyes with a napkin. "Carrie became my metaphorical flight attendant, always there to warn me that life will come with turbulence, but that I should never panic because life will always have a way of working itself out. When I was given the opportunity to move out of the country, Carrie was the first person who told me to grasp it with both hands and never let it go. She'll be your biggest supporter..." Your voice cracks and she blows a kiss in your direction, which only makes it easier for the tears to escape. "...even when you're making questionable decisions, and I am entirely grateful to have you as my big sister."

"Now, Daveed," you address your brother-in-law, giggling as he hides his face behind a napkin, "when I first met you, I was confused." He laughs louder than the rest of the guests, a laugh so infectious it has you laughing along with him. "I was confused because I couldn't understand how someone could be so selfless and loving as you are, without there being some other ulterior motives. But meeting Carrie was the best decision you have ever made. Before you, Carrie was like that one troll who lived under a bridge in every fairytale you read as a kid. She had a heart as cold as ice when it came to love, and I honestly believed she would grow old with seventy cats. But your ever-giant loving heart has transformed her into the beautiful princess you see sitting before you today. But, you know what they say if you can't handle her at her worst, then you don't deserve to her at her best, and I don't think there is anyone more deserving of Carrie's love and terrible cooking than you, Daveed. It's been such an honour and joy to welcome you into our circus of freaks, and I'm happy that we didn't scare you off."

"So, I'll leave you with this: when I think about the greatest love stories of all time, I used to think of Paris and Helen of Troy, a love so great it started a war, but now I can only think of yours." You reach to retrieve your champagne, raising the glass into the air, signaling others to copy. "So, if you could kindly join me in raising a toast to the happy couple," your eyes flick over to Christian, another flood of warmth spilling through you as the subtle smile before now reached his eyes, before guiltily panning your eyes over to Ty as you say, "may we all have a love story as great as theirs."

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"Cute speech-"

"Don't tease me-"

"I'm not..." Christian breaks your bickering with a harsh sigh. "I wasn't teasing you. I was being nice." You raise your eyebrows and make a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. "I can be nice," he rolls his eyes, backing you against the gazebo, the old stone cold and rough against your skin. He dips his lips against your neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses against your warm skin. "I can be really nice," he chuckles, biting down and sucking on your collarbone.

"Christian, don't!" You groan, but your warning was futile. He pulls back to inspect his art and you wince as he grazes his finger over the bruise. You push him away and cover the spot with your hand; there was no lie big enough to cover this one up. Not from Ty. And especially not from your family. You hadn't let Ty do more than kiss your cheek in the presence of them all weekend. "Why do you always have to do that?"

"Because I like to mark the things that belong to me."

"I'm not yours," you bite back, but the possessive tone in his voice floods your belly with heat.

"Yes, you are." Your fingers fist tightly into his ear as he presses his mouth against your neck and grazes his tongue against it. "Say it," he demands to hear the words that now made his heart stutter. His hands skimmed up your arms, over your shoulders, and cradled the sides of your neck, tipping your head back as he pulled away to look at you. There was an emotion in his eyes that you couldn't read, a strange mix of hunger and longing. "Tell me you're mine."

"No."

He frowns, chasing your lips as you turn your head. "Come on, say it."

"You say it," you counter, the words coming out more like a plea. Just once, you wanted to hear him say it, even if you knew he didn't mean it. You were too far deep into this mess that even a lie would make you happy. "Say you're mine," you bring his mouth closer to yours, "please, say it."

He hesitates and whispers, "I'm...not yours." Your heart cracks. Of course, he wasn't going to say it. He only wanted you for the thrill of sleeping with another's girlfriend, you knew he would never want you for your heart.

"We should go back inside," you cast your eyes off to the side. He whispers something about not being finished with you yet, but you find the strength to push him away. "Chris, if someone comes to look for me-"

He silences you with a scoff. "And by someone you mean Mr. Boring?"

"Leave him alone."

"He's pathetic, Y/N, when are you going to see that?" He snaps back at you, his face only inches from yours. You press your back further into the wall of the gazebo, trying to create some space between you. "That whole good guy act he performs for everybody?" He pulls a face of disgust. "He's got your parents wrapped around his little finger with that one."

"It's not an act!" You reply through gritted teeth. Though you didn't love Ty anymore, you still felt obligated to stick up for him. "He is a good guy, Christian, but you wouldn't know that because you have never taken the time to get to know him! Perhaps you should've, maybe then you would've seen what it looks like to have heart."

Your words make him take a step back. "I have a heart," he dismisses your claim.

You take a step forward and press your finger against the centre of his chest. "This?" He winces as you jab your finger harder against his chest. "This is empty! Barren! Incapable of feeling any emotion!"

He bats your hand away. "Before you start accusing me of anything, sweetheart, perhaps you should take a long hard look in the mirror," he counters, his voice laced with bitterness, "remember, I'm not the one fucking another guy behind my boyfriend's back." He watches your mouth open and close, swallowing your breath as your eyes widen. "What's the matter, baby?" He mocks. "Don't you like being reminded of the truth?"

Behind, standing only a few feet away, Ty looked on at the two of you, the colour draining from his cheeks until he was no whiter than the shirt he wore. When you hadn't returned from your room, Ty had gotten worried, but when there was no sign of you in your hotel room and someone had mentioned seeing you going outside, he wasn't prepared to see you and Christian together. He had just heard the end when you had clocked him approaching.

"Ty," you whisper his name, bottom lip trembling as the first cracks in your perfectly constructed lie begin to show.

He looks between you and Christian, his eyes landing on your collarbone as you step around the obstacle between you. For a moment there's a flicker of anger, but it sizzles away and morphs into pain. That hickey was an answer to a question he didn't even need to ask. A question he didn't want to ask.

"Ty, this isn't-"

"Please, don't," he held up his hand to stop you, "please don't be one of those people who try to say it isn't what I think it is. I heard him, Y/N, I heard what he said." You bite your lip and nod your head, deciding not to inflict any further damage. What use was there in lying to him anymore? "I guess I should've known something was off between us when we stopped having sex," Ty sniffles, fighting back tears, "something like that just doesn't stop without there being a reason."

Christian sniggered from behind you. "I can promise you she was well cared for." Ty glanced over at him, making it known that he had heard him but pulled his attention back to you. "Wow! Really?" He lets out a surprised laugh. "I just told you I'm fucking your girlfriend and you don't even react." He takes a step forward and firmly presses his body against yours. His hand sits on your hip, pinning you to the spot on which you stood. It was like he was saying I won to Ty without really ever really saying it. "You know, whilst you were tucked into bed last night, I was tucked into her-"

"That's enough!"

"No, no, no, no," Christian tuts, shaking his head, "Ty has to know the truth."

"I've heard enough."

He looks up at Ty. "You sure?" He gives him the biggest grin he can muster up. One that could've earned him a hard blow to the face if Ty had been anyone else. "Don't you want me to remind you of what it feels like to have her lips wrapped around your cock? Or describe the sound she makes when she cums?"

Ty ignores him and fishes something from the inside pocket of his blazer. "I thought you were my forever, but I guess we were on different pages," he steps forward and presses something small into the palm of your hand, "give this back to Nelly for me." You look down into your hand, your heart shattering when you recognise the dainty piece of silver to be your grandmother's ring. It was a thin band of silver with a small emerald gem passed down from mother to daughter. The perfect ring, you had once told Ty after he spotted it in a photograph of you and your grandmother. "I don't think I'll be needing it anymore, do you?"

The ring disappears into the palm of your hand as you fold your fingers into a tight fist. It symbolised everything you wanted out of life: true happiness and everlasting love. So as you held it against your chest, you foolishly believed that if you held it there for long enough, it might mend the fractured pieces of your heart. And as you looked up to say one last goodbye to the kindest man who woke up every day with nothing but love in his heart, you discovered he was already gone. You could just see his silhouette disappearing back into the ballroom.

Christian had just caught a glimpse of the silver band over your shoulder. Seeing the dainty piece of metal had left him with a sour taste in his mouth, and knowing it had been temporarily in Ty's possession set a new kind of anger coursing through his veins, making his skin hot as it boiled his blood. "Why did you tell him about Nelly's ring?" He asked, seeking the truth to a matter that shouldn't have taken precedence over the giant tears streaming down your cheeks. "What did he do to deserve to know about Nelly's ring?"

"He loved me," you choke on your sobs, "and maybe you don't recall it, but there was a time when I loved him."

"You never loved him," he dismisses another one of your claims.

"Do not think for a second that you claim to know the names that I hold dear to my heart!" You glance over your shoulder and see no sympathy in his golden eyes. You were broken, and yet here he stood, all intact. He didn't care. "I loved him," you repeat yourself, "and he loved me."

Christian leaned back against the gazebo, ignoring the strange pang of guilt in his chest. "Yeah," he casts his eyes down at his shirt, fixing one of the buttons, as he says, "but then you slept with me, and I opened your eyes to a new world of possibilities." Your face twists with a sour expression. "Oh, come on, don't look at me like that," he chuckles dryly, "I just saved you from a boring marriage and your inevitable-" The rest of his words are knocked from his mouth as you drag your hand across his face, connecting your palm to his cheek with a loud slap.

"Y/N!?" Someone shouts your name, but you don't look back to see who.

Instead, you stumble away from Christian, the same hand you had slapped him with now covering your mouth. "Shit!" It's muffled by your hand, but your wide eyes connect with his even bigger eyes, and you are both stunned into silence. You couldn't believe it. "I-I..." You bring both hands over your mouth, shaking your head. "I'm so sorry," you repeat like a broken record as fresh tears break from your eyes, "I-I didn't mean to do that."

Christian rubs his hand against his cheek and moves his head away from Kelley, who had been the voice shouting at you only moments ago. She had stepped outside to catch a few minutes of air, becoming a witness to the fallout of the disaster that was unfolding around you.

Kelley looks between the two of you. On one side, she has her son, his cheek red with the imprint of your hand, and on the other, she has a shadow of your former self. She takes a deep breath and turns to you first, offering a sympathetic smile as she asks, "Y/N, sweetie, what's going on?"

Growing up, Kelley had been like a second mother to you. You had lost count of the times she had patched up your knees after you had scraped them from falling over. Christian was forever on the move, and you just wanted to keep up with him. It didn't matter how fast he got as the two of you got older, you were there running behind him, and Kelley was behind you with a band-aid in her hand. So, any other time you might have opened up to her, but you couldn't force yourself to tell her.

You look past her and at Christian. "I'm sorry," you mouth your apology.

"Just..." He lets out a sigh, watching you slip away, the end of the dress bunched in your hands so you wouldn't trip over it as you made your sudden escape. "Just let her go, Mom," Christian mumbles, the stinging in his cheek subsiding, making it easier for him to move his jaw. He knew deep down he deserved that slap. If his goading hadn't done enough to provoke a reaction from Ty, he should've guessed that it might've come from you instead. He casts his eyes down at the ground as he straightens up. "I don't want to talk about it-"

"You don't get a choice," Kelley stops him. There was a sternness to her voice that made him shiver. It was the kind she saved only for when she was disappointed in him. "Well?" He finally looks up but quickly looks away again when he isn't met with the usual warmth of her eyes. "Start talking, Christian, before I go and ask the poor girl myself."

"She and Ty broke up," he raises his shoulder on one side.

She raised her eyebrows, sensing there was more he wasn't telling her. "She slapped you because Ty and her broke up?"

"No, Mom, she slapped me because I asked her to," he replies, stuffing one hand into his pocket. At any other time, he would've been on the receiving end of a look of disapproval for using sarcasm against her, but Kelley just sighed. "Ty," he thinks carefully about his words, wanting to tell her the truth without admitting his own sins, "Ty found out she was sleeping with someone behind his back."

Kelley blinked twice. You were having an affair? The very same girl who was too afraid to get in trouble at school? The girl who did everything to keep her grades above a B? The one everyone said had a heart of gold? She didn't believe it. There was no way you could've done something as heartless as this. "An affair?" She shakes her head. "I don't believe you. Not Y/N."

He scrunches his face. "Why, because she's so perfect?" He rolls his eyes at the ground. "Not everyone is as perfect as you might think, Mom, not even me."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Really?" He looks in her direction, greeted by a look of mixed emotions on her face. He didn't want to insult her intelligence, but it only took the smallest amount of common sense to figure out what possible role he had to play in all of this. "Doesn't a part of you wonder why I was out here? How I came to be the only other person to see it happen?"

As the pieces of the puzzle slowly clicked together, she could only show her disappointment in her eyes and through the way she spoke. "Christian..."

"What, Mom? What?" He takes a step back, removing himself from her path. His heart was racing rapidly in his chest, the blood pumping hard and thick in his ears. The air around him felt thicker like it was trying to suffocate him. "What do you want me to say?" He loosened his tie, pulling on the knot until he felt like he could breathe again. What was happening to me? He thought to himself, wiping his sweaty palm down his thigh. "That I regret it because I don't."

"How can you say that?" She asks, bewildered by his reaction. "How do you not regret what you've done? You've destroyed a relationship, Christian!"

"It wasn't just me, Mom; she destroyed it too!" He pulls his tie off, wrapping the slim black piece of material around his fingers. "I...She..." The tips of his fingers slowly change colour as he tightens his tie. "Maybe it would be different if she loved the guy, but she didn't. She's just another liar." He sighs, glancing up at the roof of the gazebo. "We both are."

"Do you love her?"

Yes.

"Love her?" He unravels the tie before it cuts the circulation to his fingers and switches to wrapping it around the other. He scoffs to hide the quiver in his voice. "Why would I love her?"

"Because I can't think of a good reason for why you could do something so stupid, Christian," she scolds him, lifting her hand into the air like she was signalling an end to their conversation. She couldn't bare to hear him talk this way anymore. This wasn't the boy she had raised. "If any part of you loves that girl-"

"I don't."

I do.

She holds his head firmly in her hands, keeping his eyes on hers. In his eyes, she sees the truth. She sees the fear. She sees it all. "Just shut up and listen," he gulps down a large breath of air, subtly nodding his head, "if any part of you loves that girl, then you need to fix this."

"I can't fix it," he chews his bottom lip, "she won't believe me."

"You won't know unless you try," she offers a watery smile, "if you don't fix this, then you'll lose her for good, and that's when you'll finally regret it." She wipes away a tear he didn't even know was there. "Go," she encourages him, "before it's too late."

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All traces of Ty had been removed from your room when you returned. A note saying, "I'm sorry I wasn't enough," was all that was left for you to find. It brought a fresh wave of tears crashing down your cheeks, and through watery eyes, you tore yourself out of your dress and packed your bag. You could apologise to your sister later, maybe even tell her the truth and risk her judging you for your heartless mistakes, but right now, you had to leave.

Pulling on the zip, you close your bag and set it down at the foot of your bed. You ignored the first knock as you checked the contents of your second bag, checking to make sure you had packed the things you would need the most, like your passport. You couldn't run away without it. But the second and then the third knock became harder to ignore, and the courage you had built up in the process of getting ready to leave crumbled when you opened the door to find Christian standing on the other side.

"Whatever you're doing, don't do it." There's no apology, no simple hello, just another demand to do something that he wanted. You take a step back, and he mistakes it for an invitation to come inside. He walks by the foot of your bed, and the thought of you sharing it with Ty tightens his chest. "Stay," he says, his words almost sounding like a plea.

"I can't stay-'

"Yes, you can!" He talks over you, trying to force his side of the argument. "You and Ty are over, so what?" You gasp at his insensitivity. "Why should that mean we have to stop having fun?"

"Fun?" You repeat back to him. The pain simmering in the pit of your stomach forces your voice to crack. "It was 'fun' for the first few times it happened, but then it just became something you could torture me with." The corners of your eyes grow wet with new tears. "As soon as you knew that there was a chance that I had developed an attachment to you, you twisted it to your own advantage. You knew I would never say no to you, but here I am, finally telling you no."

"I can't let you go," he whispers, shaking his head in disbelief.

You chew your bottom lip. The only way you could move on from this is if you let him go. "You have to," you sniffle, wiping your eyes. He wasn't worth anymore of your tears.

"But I...But I..." He tries to force the truth, but his throat grows dry, and only a strangled cry of frustration makes its way out. "I don't want this to be over for us. I thought you loved me?"

"I do," your heart shatters as his eyes fill with tears, and you have to force yourself into not moving, "I love you more than you could ever know, but I can't love a guy who doesn't love me back. My heart is damaged, Chris, and I don't know what state you'll leave it in when you've decided it's time to move on. I have accepted that you will never love me! I have accepted that there will be no happy ending for us! That our love story is a tragedy Shakespeare wishes he could've penned. So, please, do the honourable thing and let me go!"

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Because I love you!" He snaps, with every ounce of emotion bursting out of his chest, shouting his confession across the room. The features on his face soften. His puffy eyes swell with giant tears. His bottom lip trembles. "I love you," he repeats, and you're stunned into silence. His voice cracks and fresh tears wet his cheeks, no longer having the strength to fight them back. "I've tried my hardest not to love you. I have slept with other women to make myself forget about you, but they are not you. Their skin doesn't feel as soft as yours. They don't taste as sweet as you. They are not the angel whose name my very soul calls for! Their names are not tattooed on the inner walls of my heart!"

He draws his hands against the centre of his chest, digging his fingers into his flesh like he was trying to rip his heart from the cage it was once locked inside. "Do you not see how I am scared to let my heart win?" He hopelessly cries out, tasting the saltiness of his tears as they land on his lips, "I am scared because I already know that I have the power to harm you." He takes a step back, dropping his arms either side. "I have harmed you." His voice is laced with guilt. "I have broken your heart time and time again, and yet you stand here and tell me you still love me? How? Why?"

You shrug your shoulders. "Maybe this is how love is supposed to be."

"I don't know much about love, but I know it's never meant to be this cruel," he replies, disagreeing with you, "you love a monster, Y/N."

"A monster?" You scoff and he nods. "If you are a monster then what does that make me, Christian? All you did was sleep with another man's girlfriend. I lied to him. I took advantage of him. For nearly two years, I made him believe that I loved him. Two years! Two fucking years!" You force yourself to laugh, but it's empty and lacks any genuine emotion. "My heart must either be as black as charcoal or as cold as ice to be capable enough of doing that to someone whose heart is filled with nothing but pure love."

Through the crack in the opened window, you could hear the muffled sound of laughter and cheers. A pang of guilt settles in your chest knowing that you had missed your sister's first dance and the cutting of the cake. You had missed the chaos of your baby cousins running around, high on sugar, and your parents' terrible dancing. You had missed jokes and the opportunities to create new memories. You had missed it all just so you could try and find a solution to the destruction that you were to blame for.

You suck in a deep breath. "I was just going to leave, you know," you tell him the truth, nudging your foot against the side of your bag, "get a cab to the airport and get the first flight available to, I don't know, Greece or Italy. Filling myself up with good food and flooding my veins with multiple bottles of good wine seemed like the better idea. I was going to run away from it all: from the heartbreak, from Ty, from my family-"

"From me," Christian mumbles, with fresh tears in his eyes. You blink back tears as you nod your head, confirming his suspicion. For a split second, he smiles, but it's lopped-sided and sad. He sniffles and wipes his cheeks. "What do we do now?"

"I don't know," you shrug, "what do you want to do?"

"Right now, I just want to kiss you."

A bubble of hope formed in his chest as he watched your face crumple. The look of pain in your eyes slowly became one of affection, making his blood buzz with nerves. He could've closed the distance between you, sweep you up into his arms and kiss you like he had never kissed anyone before, but he didn't. He stared at you, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath, and waited for you to give him a sign.

You knew you might one day regret this.

"So kiss me."

Without hesitation, he closes the gap between you, fisting his hand in the back of your hair, and grabbing your hip in the other to pull you towards him. Both of you sink into each other as his mouth worked yours. His kisses were needy and demanding like he was starving for you, and the groan he let out as his tongue moved against yours left every nerve ending in your body ablaze with burning pleasure. He tasted you again and again until both of you were breathless and your head was spinning.

"I'm sorry," he apologises between kisses, murmuring it against your lips, "before this, before us, you were happy with Ty, but I was a selfish bastard and I tried to have something that wasn't mine. I ruined your chance at true happiness, so I understand if you can't forgive me." His hand that had been fisted in your hair lowered to your face, cradling your cheek, as he brushed the tip of his nose against yours. He wanted to remember this moment, in case it was his last. "I just need you to know that I am sorry for every bit of pain that I have caused you."

"You're right," you hum, looping your arms around his neck, "in the beginning, I was happy, but I was just...happy enough." He makes a humming sound as you massage your fingers against the base of his neck. You study the flecks of amber in his eyes, picturing a version of your life where you could wake up to them every morning, whispering, "but I was always at my happiest when I was with you."

"Me?"

You let out a surprised laugh and step further into his space. His mouth is so close to yours, only inches away, and with one finger, you trace it along his bottom lip. His eyes fall shut at your touch and you listen to the hum he makes with a small smile. Tonight you had gotten to see a whole new side to him, one that was softer and not afraid to be vulnerable with his feelings. A side to him you had only ever dreamt about.

"Do you really love me?" You ask, with your lips hovering below his.

"Yes," he answers, hooking his fingers under your chin, pulling your mouth against his, and kissing you soft and slow. He smiles against you as he runs his hand down the front of your body, his fingers brushing gently over your breast. "Why don't you let me show you how much I love you?" He talks against your mouth, pressing his hand firmly against your body, caressing you through your top. His lips trail open-mouthed kisses along your neck, following the path he had created earlier.

You press your hand against his shoulder and push him away. "Not tonight," you tell him, seeing the worry in his eyes, "I believe, even if I shouldn't." Removing his hand from your chest, you bring the inside of his wrist against your lips. The soft kiss against his skin makes his heart stutter. "But I don't want us to have sex tonight."

"No sex, okay," he nods, pecking your lips, "then what do you want?"

"I want room service, one of those crappy romantic comedies you like," you giggle as he mumbles under his breath about them not being 'crappy,' "and to fall asleep with my head on your chest, if that's okay with you?"

He cradles your face and brushes his thumb along your cheek. "And then tomorrow we're going to Italy."

"Italy?"

"Yes," he hums, skimming his thumb along your smile, "you said you wanted to run away, so let's do it together." He brings you closer and whispers, "I love you," before kissing you.

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marymary-diva17 · 8 months

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Hello. Could you make a storie where Neteyam is deaf or mute? Or in a wheelchair?

mute neteyam x metkayian reader

Finding true love was something that all navi wanted in their lives, to be with someone that will love them for them. That was something that neteyam wanted for him he wish to have love, and he wish for a mate to love him for himself not his family status and his future as well. He also wish to find someone who will except him for being deaf and love him, he thought that will never come until they day he meet you.

Y/n " ......" you were walking on the bouncing walkway of the village, heading towards the sully family home to see neteyam. The two of you had become clsoe friends and always did task together for fun.

y/n " hello Jake Sully is neteyam up" Jake soon saw you as he was about to leave the family home.

Jake " oh hello y/n he is just got done eating breakfast, it seem like he was in rush and now I know why" Jake had smiled him and neytiri had thought you and Neteyam make a cute couple. They will always ask neteyam when he was finally going to ask you to be his girlfriend or confess his feelings.

y/n " oh my father told me that you and tsu'tey will be joining him on the hunt today"

Jake " yes we are" you are the daughter of tonowari and ronal, being their eldest child was something you and Neteyam were able to bond over.

Jake " oh here he comes"

neteyam " dad im going to out to do my task with y/n today, I'm going to get her... oh you are already here"

y/n " well yes last week you picked me up and now it my turn silly" neteyam had learned to read lips and body language, he had learned sign language and so did his family and everyone else. He had learned others ways to understand people and others around him.

Jake " oh so you were going to pick her up that very nice of you"

neteyam " dad " you soon laugh as neteyam was looking at his dad trying not be embarrassed.

Tonowari " daughter there you are"

y/n " hello baba I was going to do my task outside of the reef with neteyam today of the fine with you and Jake Sully"

Jake " im good with that neteyam knows what to do"

neteyam " yes I do sir I will keep y/n and myself safe from any trouble, and if the others come along I will make sure we all stay out of trouble"

tonowari " then you kids can go b safe out there please"

y/n " we will dad come on teyam" you soon grabbed neteyam arm and soon started dragging him away, making the boy smile brightly and laugh a bit. The two father looked at each other and smile knowing there was something between their kids.

neytiri " it seems like our son and your daughter seem to have a good bond together"

tonowari " ronal has said neteyam is the perfect match for our daughter" the three parents had smiled as the watched the pair take off on their IIu together as they seem to be talking about something.

sometime later

y/n " we just have to make sure the nets over here are good, and don't need repair"

Neteyam " got it so let talk about my brother and your sister"

y/n " what about them I think they will make a cute couple"

neteyam " oh good because lo'ak has asked me to tell you about some good facts about him, that you can share with tsireya"

y/n " oh become tsireya has asked to ask you or lo'ak about his favorite things and stuff so, she can get to know him better" soon you and neteyam started laughing, the duo younger siblings were crushing big time.

Neteyam " here let me help you" you were having a hard time checking a net, when Neteyam had noticed that and came to help you. Soon the two of you had pulled out the net to see it was okay, but soon the IIu had grabbed the other side thinking, you were all playing and game sending you and neteyam falling into the water.

neteyam " we should of seen that coming"

y/n " yes we should of have but they are just being friendly and having fun ... ahh Neteyam" neteyam had soon flicked some water towards you, making you laugh as your hair was now back in your face after you pushed you hair back you soon got Neteyam back.

neteyam " oh you are in for it now"

y/n " hey you stand this water fight don't start something you can't handle" the pair seem to be very close to each other as they were enjoying each other company. The two of you soon swam back to shore neteyam and gotten back fist and soon help you up.

y/n " you know for use being he eldest I'm still happy we can find some fun in life"

neteyam " you are right we don't always heat to be responsible 24/7 and can enjoy some time off and not having to worry about everything"

y/n " I'm happy you are here neteyam you have made life here so fun"

neteyam " I'm happy to be here as well even due we have to leave home, you and everyone else has made life here well" you soon gave neteyam and smile making the man smile back towards you, lo'ak was lean against a tree.

neteyam " come join me" you soon nodded your head and soon sit with neteyam lean your head on his chest, neteyam was fine this this and accept it. Even due the two of you are not the a couple that did stop the both of you from acting like a couple, time and time again.

later that night

y/n " I really should be getting home thanking you for spending the day with me neteyam"

neteyam " anytime ma y/n"

y/n " see you tomorrow ma neteyam" you and Neteyam soon smile at each other neteyam and lean clsoe to you and soon kissed you, this actions had shocked you both but you soon kissed him back.

neteyam " good night ma yawne"

y/n " good night ma yawne" you and neteyam had kissed one more time before duo had parted way for the night, when you got home your family was looking at you it seems like they knew what had happened you didnt pay them attention and just joined them for a meal. After that day you and neteyam had started a courtships which was lie dating to humans, the two of you were so happy about the relationship.

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ppeonppeonhan · 5 months

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2023 BL Breakout Actors

I really hope to see more of these actors next year.

Louis Chiang | Kiseki: Dear to Me

He played a tiny lovesick tyrant who pined for his childhood bff and fellow gang member. I could've watched an entire drama just about him and his journey from impulsive orphan thug to feisty romantic. He was simply electric.

Suggested Role: There's a sports trend in BL right now, and he's so good at the physicality of acting that I'd love to see him play a competitive professional tennis player who's conflicted when he's forced to partner with his nemesis.

Lim Ji Sub | The Eighth Sense

He had to play such a heavy character -- a college student and surfer suffering from depression and survivor's guilt -- and his heartbreaking performance made you want to reach through the screen and give him a hug.

Suggested Role: South Korea does slice of life SO well that I'd really love to see him switch it up and pine for someone in a quasi comedic role. He could play a young real estate agent who starts to fall for one of his picky clients, and they learn together that the perfect home is one you make and not one you find.

Film Thanapat Kawila | Laws of Attraction

I honestly did not enjoy this drama, but I did enjoy his performance. He is so captivating as Charn -- this scenery-chewing, maniacal, traumatized, good-boy-turned-bad lawyer -- that his romantic love interest could not manage to keep up.

Suggested Role: I dunno. I feel like I'd happily watch him play this role again, and take down another corrupt politician.

An Jeong Gyun | Love Class 2

It's so easy to get lost in an anthology when there's three couples and when you're not traditionally attractive, but his character stole the whole damn series. He was so bold and upfront about his emotions in a mature and refreshing way that it made you ignore the beige flags of playful manipulation that comes with courtship, and root for him to win his crush's heart.

Suggested Role: He's actually older (30), and I appreciate that South Korea is exploring more love stories between older men as Thailand conquers the under 25 demo. So for him, I'd say a divorced storyline. Maybe explore the story of how two ex-husbands rebuild their lives apart and rediscover their friendship while they fall for other people.

"Silvy" Pavida | The Warp Effect

Speaking of bloated casts, this series had like a million people in it playing characters of a variety of genders and sexualities, because it was intended to be -- in part -- a modern sex guide that pushed against traditional constructs. But in the midst of all that was a brief performance by Silvy, who was only tasked with playing an aspiring "plus size" actress, but managed to leave a lasting impression, making you want more.

Suggested Role: She's a singer and she's half-Italian. There's gotta be something we can do with that. Maybe the story of a shy singer, who is often hired to record tracks for rising tone-deaf artists, and is encouraged by one to make her debut as her opening act and help her write a romantic duet in Italian for her international audience.

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Now...most of us agree that Step by Step was...not great. But it did have a lot of Thai actors that I hope to see again soon -- in an entirely different storyline far away from whatever the hell that was.

"Saint" Paramee Matthanadul | Step by Step

Was his character a whiny little shit? Yes. Is he so gorgeous you almost forgot how hot his big brother was? Also, yes. The fandom was pissed his romantic subplot did not get a resolution, because there was so much he could've done with this character if given the opportunity.

Suggested Role: I think he has baby girl potential, so I really want to see him either play a spoiled mafia kid who falls for his mentor OR a rich kid pretending to be a working class waiter at the restaurant he owns, marinated in gay panic every time the head chef scolds him.

Zorzo Nathanan Akkharakitwattanakul | Step by Step

I have yet to watch a proper GL series, but if she was starring in it, I'd clear my TV schedule. There's something so femme fatale about her and her features. She had no business stealing scenes from the nearly full cast of dudes, but she did. Every time.

Suggested Role: I really want to see her in a mystery produced by whoever is doing The Sign right now. Maybe she could play an undercover cop trying to solve a missing person's case in a small town, and her love interest is married to her prime suspect.

"Ben" Bunyapol Likhitamnuayporn | Step by Step

Last, but not least, is the adorable Ben. Who, in spite of wasting our time with the most anticlimactic drama ending, played a character that was an inspiration to every office employee who has been dying to tell their ungrateful and abusive boss to step back and let a bitch cook. He played him with such naiveté and earnestness that it made you want more for his character than a lustful boss who struggled not to abuse his power.

Suggested Role: It's so easy for him to get sucked into passive roles opposite the zaddys of BL, so I'd like to see how he fairs against an equal. Maybe another workplace ensemble comedy where he plays a reporter posing as an intern at a new social media company run by an unhinged mogul spreading fake news, and falls for another intern who helps him take the company down.

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skyscratch-wc · 7 months

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Daisy's Kits

These kids really had so much potential wasted-- I mean you've got two sets of kids with objectively bad fathers and a mother who isn't from Thunderclan originally and is a permaqueen. Plus, there's so much background stuff going on. Toadstep looking up to Lionblaze? Berrynose and Lion's rivalry? Mousewhisker in the Dark Forest and his possible relationship with Minnowtail? Rosepetal mentoring so so many cats? Poor Hazeltail doesn't get much love in canon unfortunately.

Anywho, here are my headcanons for these kids:

Hazeltail

Mischevious, rambunctious, and the go-getter of the older Daisy trio.

Asexual lesbian who has a big ol crush on Hollyleaf when they're kids. She eventually settles for being Mousewhisker's wing-woman

She likes to call Berrynose "Little Brother", much to his frustration

She's a really good big sister to Rosepetal and Toadstep, and supports Toad as he goes through his issues with having an absent father in Spiderleg

Mousewhisker

Hopeless romantic in a relationship with Minnowtail

He and Minnowtail agree that they don't want any kits, that would be too much drama and a lot of hassle. Instead they just enjoy being together and frequently meet down by the lake at night. Hazeltail tags along as a scout/guard in case other cats notice them

He and Hazeltail are collectively referred to as "the twins" since they are inseparable. If you see one, the other is likely nearby

He was brought to the Dark Forest because of his frustrations at the code and how it prevented him and Minnowtail from being together peacefully. Also because he felt left behind in a generation of very import warriors (the Three, Cinderheart, etc.)

Overall, he is probably the most easy-going of his siblings, especially post Dark Forest. He gives off serious stoner vibes y'know

Berrynose

angry man with a chip on his shoulder and some serious self-esteem issues around his small stature

he's a tiny kitty with a lot of anger

Berrynose is bisexual and had a crush/rivalry with Lionblaze as kids. Nevermind the fact that Lionblaze is *huge* compared to Berry and could probably just sit on him to win a fight. He got over Lionblaze and then moved on to Honeyfern and then after her death to Poppyfrost. The guy has some mild commitment issues

Has problems with Mousewhisker's half-clan relationship, but would never say so to his face

The most insecure about he and his siblings not being clanborn

He does his best to have decent relationships with his kids, Cherryfall and Molewhisker, since his father was completely absent from his life

Rosepetal

Lifelong mentor who loves teaching the teens, she would totally be a high school teacher if she were a human

Sometimes ends up as the therapist of her siblings, especially Berrynose and Toadstep.

She's the most patient of her siblings, and as a result is the closest with her angry brother, Berrynose

She doesn't really have the same issues Toadstep does with Spiderleg, she sees him as a deadbeat but doesn't really get too worked up about it. She knows he doesn't really care and therefore won't put energy into a relationship with him

She's aromantic and really has no interest in a mate or kits. She does enjoy the exploits of her siblings though

Toadstep

the youngest brother with some big self esteem issues

He has the hardest time with the fact that he has a deadbeat dad. He spends a lot of time trying to impress Spiderleg when he's younger, despite his siblings constantly telling him that it really isn't worth it.

Toad actually ends up fairly close to his grandparents, Dustpelt and Ferncloud. They become secondary parental figures after his mom and really help the kid gain his footing, especially as an apprentice and young warrior.

Toad really looks up to Lionblaze and sees him as a big brother in a lot of ways. Lionblaze originally didn't return the sentiment but over time has warmed up to Toadstep

Toad frequently gets dragged along on his older twins' (Hazeltail and Mousewhisker) adventures, much to his simultaneous irritation and amusement.

They all really love their mom and would defend Daisy from anyone who says she isn't contributing to the clan. The Twins in particular are very defensive of Daisy, saying that she teaches every young kit and supports all the mother cats of the clan. That is just as valuable as being a warrior.

#warrior cats #thunderclan #hazeltail #mousewhisker #berrynose #rosepetal #toadstep #daisy #spiderleg #smoky #warrior cats headcanons #I love these kids now

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helladirections · 2 years

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BBF 6: Just Act Normal

Author: @helladirections Pairing: Harry x YN Status: Part 6 Word Count: 8.5k

Summary: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend, and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Featuring breaking rule number 1, spanking and overstimulation, and softness.

MASTERLIST | PATREON | BBF TAG | PART 5 | PART 7

Preview:

Harry shrugged. “Depends on what rule you break. But if it’s a big one…” he looked over to her brother then, standing in line at the waffle maker, before looking back to her. “Maybe we’ll have to try tying you up. Or proper spanking. Maybe even overstimulation. Would you like to try one of those?”

YN’s mouth felt dry as she paused for a moment and then nodded her head, staring blankly ahead of her still in shock that he was able to have a conversation like this so casually surrounded by other people.

“Words, YN,” he reminded her before taking another bite of his breakfast.

“Y-yes,” she stuttered. “I uh… I would be willing to try one of those.”

“Which one?”

“Um…” YN paused again, recounting the options he had given her. “I’m… I’m not sure. Whichever one you think is… good…?

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It wasn’t fair.

How dare Harry be on this vacation, kissing her and choking her and giving her the best orgasms of her life, when she wasn’t even allowed to touch him or let anyone know how much she was growing to adore him. They were arguably more awkward around each other in public now, on the last day of the trip, than they had ever been before. And while teasing from her brother had calmed down a bit, YN still couldn’t help but blush a tiny bit every time Harry caught her eyes.

Because the truth was, she was totally and completely smitten for him. What had started as a harmless little crush had blossomed into something so much greater. She didn’t have any big, meaningful words to associate with the feeling, not yet. But it was definitely more than a crush and Harry was definitely reciprocating it, whatever it was.

He had always been one to remind her brother to back off a bit on the teasing when he sensed it was getting too much or too harsh for YN. But now, he was teasing her ten fold behind closed doors. He had always been a little bit soft on her, looking after her to an extent. But now, he was holding her close and whispering sweet nothings and making promises that she hoped he would keep.

Of course she was unable to act normal around him. There was far too much swimming around in her head every time she looked at him. Now that she knew what his body could do, she had to stop herself from ogling at him in public, even when he was fully clothed (let alone in the pool or on the beach). They had found themselves together more often than not on this vacation, despite YN’s efforts to avoid an awkward encounter or break their number one rule: not to let her brother find out.

So it wasn’t fair that on the last day of the family trip to Italy, YN’s parents had sent out her, her brother, and Harry to do a walking tour that they had signed up for and paid a deposit for, even though they had decided they didn’t want to go after all. It was supposed to be nice, pretty, and relaxing. But YN knew she would never be able to relax when all three of them were together. She was shit at keeping secrets, and this was one that she just wanted to scream out from the rooftops. And since they were in a foregin country, she couldn’t even reach out to her friends back home to spill the details and gossip and get their opinions. She was all on her own, spiraling in her own head about what he meant every time he looked at her or said something that she might interpret as sweet or sexual.

And it didn’t help that Harry was getting bolder. He was doing a shit job at hiding his feelings for her, or at least his attraction for her. She thought that maybe after almost getting caught in her room the other night he would be more cautious, but the very next day he fingered her on the deck of the yacht where anyone could have caught them. In comparison, the little looks and nudges he was giving her today weren’t nearly as bad, but they were still making her feel a little bit crazy.

So here she was, walking through a neighborhood of beautiful Italian villas by the seaside, the wind blowing lightly in her hair, on a tour with her brother and Harry on the last day of their vacation. He was standing so close to her, but so far away. She wanted so desperately to just reach out and touch him, hold his hand, brush her fingers through his hair. He wasn’t even walking next to her brother, they were walking together behind him as he held up their parents’ camera taking pictures of every boring architectural detail that they would want to see even though none of the three of them really cared about it.

Sometimes, when the wind blew in just the right way, she could smell the new cologne he had bought on one of their excursions a few days earlier. She couldn’t even try to pronounce what it was called, but it made her mouth water. Each time the floral yet manly scent entered her nose she could practically feel her knees growing weak as she started daydreaming about kissing her way down his body, smelling it mixed with the scent that was uniquely him.

And when the wind caught his hair? She was a total goner. His curls became more pronounced in the sea air, one stubborn one falling down in front of his eyes from time to time. Desperately she wanted to reach up to it, place it back where it belonged on top of his head, and run her fingers through his soft brown locks.

YN wasn’t going to be able to follow rule number 1 much longer.

And she had a feeling that Harry had sensed it. Because that morning at breakfast, after her brother had stood up to get another waffle, Harry spoke low so only YN could hear him.

“What kind of punishment do you think we should try out next?” he asked, so casually as he continued eating his eggs.

YN nearly choked on her spoonful of yogurt before looking around the room, making sure no one had heard him.

“I… I don’t know. Um… what are the options?”

“Words, YN,” he reminded her before taking another bite of his breakfast.

“Y-yes,” she stuttered. “I uh… I would be willing to try one of those.”

“Which one?”

“Um…” YN paused again, recounting the options he had given her. “I’m… I’m not sure. Whichever one you think is… good…?”

Harry chuckled under his breath. “None of them are good, sweetheart, that’s the point. We need to find punishments that teach you a lesson but also keep you green, right?”

YN nodded her head, but spoke up before Harry could correct her again. “Yes. But also… you said I should like and be excited about everything we do, right? Even the punishments?”

“That’s right,” he answered, nodding his head and taking another bite. He pointed at her with his empty fork and his mouth half full, “You remembered those rules. Good girl.”

The term of endearment sent a wave of heat down YN’s spine. But her brother sat back down with them before she could respond. She hadn’t stopped thinking about that conversation all day. Each time she looked at Harry she was trying to develop psychic powers to figure out what sort of punishment he had in store for her.

The options he had given were all things that she had never tried before, never even thought about before. But after he mentioned them, she couldn’t get her thoughts away from them. All three options sounded like they might be enjoyable, if Harry was the one doing it. So far everything Harry had done was more pleasurable than YN ever could have expected.

“YN?” Harry’s voice broke her train of thought.

“Yeah?”

“I asked if you were hungry for lunch yet. We were thinking of ditching the rest of the tour and finding a nice little cafe. What do you think?”

YN looked between Harry and her brother. “Oh uh, yeah, sure.”

She followed the boys blindly, trying her best not to look at Harry’s cute little bum in those loose shorts, or his dark tattoos peaking through the oversized white collared shirt he was wearing. YN knew she was failing, but told herself she was trying her best anyway. In fact, she was so mesmerized by the beautiful sight in front of her, she didn’t notice when they had arrived at the cafe and Harry stopped walking - stepping directly into him and running into his back side.

Harry turned around quickly, grabbing her shoulders and looking into her eyes. “Shit, YN, you ok?”

Behind Harry’s words, she could hear her brother laughing. She gave him a quick death glare before looking back to Harry.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Wasn’t paying attention…”

Harry hummed in response, giving her a quick once over before backing away. YN couldn’t quite figure out what he was thinking, but she didn’t have a chance to ask before she was being shuffled inside.

The cafe was nice; small. Only about five tables which could seat a maximum of four people each. YN and her brother sat down on opposite sides of the table, leaving Harry to sit on the third side. And although he was technically between them, he kept scooting his chair closer and closer to the corner he shared with YN. She could’ve sworn she saw her brother make a face the third time his chair squealed as he tried to scoot, but she couldn’t be sure.

The hostess was also the waiter, who handed them their menus and realized quickly that none of them spoke Italian. She explained that her father was the chef and his lunch special that day was a spinach and ricotta ravioli with pesto sauce. Harry spoke up quickly, ordering the special for all three of them and small coffee drinks.

Lunch wasn’t any more special than any other meal they’d had in Italy so far, with one huge exception. Harry, after moving his chair as close as possible to YN, was resting his left hand on her thigh beneath the table. When he initially placed it there, YN was drinking water and started to cough in surprise. She even had to look down at her lap to confirm she wasn’t making it up.

While they waited for their food, her brother kept looking between them, and YN was fearing that he was becoming suspicious. But when his lunch arrived he couldn’t be bothered about anything other than filling his stomach.

Harry tried to keep up a conversation, even though both of the siblings were terribly distracted (YN by Harry’s hand and her brother by the food).

“Which was your favorite villa this morning?” he asked between bites.

“Oh um… maybe the first one?” she tried.

“Interesting,” he hummed, taking another bite of his lunch. “Why was that?”

YN could feel herself start to blush, knowing she had been caught. “I uh… I don’t know… I got pretty distracted after the first one so it’s really the only one I remember.”

Harry chuckled at that before grabbing the camera that was sitting on the table. He started to scroll through some of the pictures that her brother had taken, commenting after every few. Harry was essentially talking to himself, but YN didn’t dare stop him. At a minimum his voice was soothing, and he used both hands to look through the camera, giving her some relief from the distraction of his warm palm on her upper thigh.

After lunch, the trio wandered for a bit before stumbling upon a gelato shop, which none of them could turn down. A bell rang as Harry opened the door and let her brother and YN walk through, following behind her with a hand softly placed on her lower back.

YN was immediately focused on trying to decipher the flavors listed on the board behind the counter, but Harry quickly nudged her brother.

“Hey, isn’t that the girl from the pool? The one you went on the date with?”

“Shit, man, it is. What should I do?”

“Go talk to her! You said the date went well, right? Maybe you can see her again before we leave?”

He mumbled something under his breath as he walked over, tapping the girl on the shoulder and starting a conversation, big smiles from both of them. Harry watched for long enough to ensure that they were distracted before he walked up closer behind YN.

Softly, he grabbed her hips from behind and was rewarded with a small jump of surprise. YN immediately looked over to her brother and then back at Harry.

“H!” she whisper-yelled at him. “Be careful! He’s right there!”

Harry just chuckled a bit, before leaning in to place a soft little kiss on the back of her neck. “Shh, babe,” he whispered into her ear. “Just let me hold you, please?”

And who was YN to say no to that? With a sigh, she relented and relaxed her body back into his hold. Her back was against his front, and his thumbs rubbed softly just beneath the bottom hem of her shirt.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? So much easier to be a good girl, isn’t it?”

YN blushed, but nodded her head nonetheless. Hearing those words come from his mouth in a whisper made her insides turn soft and gooey, not unlike the filling of her lunch.

Harry always managed to do that to her - use just his words and make her entire body and mood shift. It happened when he spoke to her sweetly, or when he spoke to her suddenly breaking her train of thought, or when he used his deeper voice to command her to take off her clothes. No matter the situation, Harry was easily beyond compare when it came to the effect his words had on her. And she was pretty sure he knew it, as she was relatively terrible at hiding it.

It wasn’t just his words this time though, because pretty soon she was feeling him lean his hips into her backside, grinding his bulge against her. Turning around in his grasp, she placed her hands on his chest and looked up at his eyes. He still had a soft grip on her hips as he looked at her with a smirk.

“Not here, Harry,” she said.

“S’hard though,” he whined softly. “Y’look so good in those little shorts. Can hardly keep m’hand off of you.”

YN rolled her eyes. “Ok, first of all, you aren’t keeping your hands off of me.”

Harry laughed at that.

“Second… he’s right there.”

Looking over to where her brother was standing, still engaged in conversation with the girl from the pool, Harry sighed. “Fine,” he said in defeat.

“Thank you,” YN answered cheerfully, reaching up on her toes to give him a quick peck on his lips, intent to remove his hands from her body and finally go order her gelato.

But she was interrupted by a familiar voice practically yelling “WHAT THE FUCK?”

“Surprise?”

YN grimaced at the sound of her brother raising his voice along with Harry’s poor attempt at splitting the tension. This is exactly what she didn’t want. Exactly what they both agreed they didn’t want.

She jumped out of Harry’s grasp quickly as her brother came trudging over to them. Looking down at the floor, she couldn’t help but feel ashamed. There wasn’t a particular reason why it would be objectively bad for her and Harry to be together, but she knew that her brother wasn’t going to like it, at least not at the start. And she wasn’t looking forward to the conversation to come.

When he made his way across the shop to the two of them, YN saw a familiar heat in her brother’s eyes that she hadn’t seen since the time she accidentally knocked down a lego house he had been working on for months. It was the kind of anger, mixed with confusion, that was apparently causing his brain to short circuit as he kept opening and closing his mouth, no words coming out.

The afternoon was quiet after that. Since they had ditched the tour, and YN’s brother had effectively ruined his chance at another date with the girl from the pool, the three of them headed back to the hotel, her brother sulking as he walked towards his hotel room. He paused before opening the door, looking between Harry and YN one more time as if he was going to say something, but silence hung in the air as his door closed behind him.

YN looked up to Harry, worry clearly in her eyes.

He reached down, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. “Come on, baby,” he said, grabbing her hand in his. “Let’s go to my room.”

She sighed as she followed him, sitting down on the edge of his hotel bed. The maid service had already come in and cleaned up for him, but his clothes were sprawled across the floor, definitely nowhere near getting ready to pack up to end the trip. And honestly, YN didn’t want the trip to end at all. She was terrified that this thing with Harry was just a fluke - just a vacation escapade that he was going to brush off when they got back home to regular life.

But she didn’t want that, she wanted more. She wanted him by her side all the time, supporting her like when he helped her jump into the ocean and taking care of her like when he badgered her to eat a better breakfast. She wanted to have unlimited time to try new things in life and in bed. But she had no idea of knowing what Harry wanted.

“Harry?” she asked softly as he sat down next to her.

“Yes darling?”

“I… I really like you,” she admitted, blushing slightly at the confession. She didn’t know how else to start the conversation, so honesty seemed like the way to go.

A smile spread across his face as he looked at her. “I really like you too, YN.”

Desperately, YN wanted to savor the sweet moment, but there was too much going through mind to allow that. So instead she jumped in quickly with more questions.

“Do you like me enough to keep doing this? Even after my brother found out? And the vacation is ending?”

“Sweetheart,” Harry cooed, grabbing both her hands to hold in his lap. “Of course I do. This isn’t… I told you in the ocean that day, remember? This means something to me. You mean something to me.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Silence hung in the air for a moment.

“What about… what do we tell him?” she asked, addressing the biggest elephant in the room.

At that, Harry sighed. “I’m not exactly sure,” he admitted. “I just… I know he wants the best for you, yeah? He’s probably afraid I’m taking advantage of you, or thinks I went behind his back to get with you, or betrayed some made up best friend code, or something like that. So I just… I need to convince him that none of that is true. That I really care about you, that I’m taking care of you, that I respect you.”

“Will you talk to him? Soon?”

“Of course. I’ll talk to him after dinner, ok?

“Ok.”

Harry leaned forward then, leaving a little peck on her forehead, right at her hair line.

“… and Harry?”

“Mhmm?”

“You do a really good job… taking care of me, I mean. And I like playing with you, it means something to me too.”

“That’s so good to hear, baby,” he said. “Because it looks like we’re going to be alone for a while, and considering we just broke our number rule I think it might be play time.”

It amazed YN, really, how quickly Harry could change gears sometimes. Like on the boat when he switched from soft and gently trying to coax her to wake up right over to harshly demanding she take off her clothes and spread her legs. Or how after he had talked to her about possible punishments this morning at breakfast, he had gone right back into conversation with her brother like nothing had happened at all.

She took a breath, closing her eyes for a moment to help herself transition into the headspace she wanted to be in.

“Harry… I’m thinking about a lot of things right now. Can we start with… can you just kiss me a little bit?” she asked hesitantly.

“Of course darling, come here,” he whispered, placing his hand into her hair so he could gently guide her towards him.

There was something so delicious about his lips, about kissing him. He was an expert in his craft, knowing exactly when and how to move his lips, use his tongue, and bite down on her lower lip just enough. He tasted like their lunch and his toothpaste, and something else that YN found herself craving more and more often recently.

Harry rolled them so he was lying on top of her, supporting himself with one arm, the other still holding the side of her face, fingers around her ear and into her hair. YN couldn’t help but sigh into his mouth when she felt his lower body relax onto her own. Their hips aligned, creating a nice pressure between her legs. Before long she was totally consumed by Harry, and she wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Like when you’re all over me,” she whispered into the kiss.

“Oh yeah?”

YN hummed in agreement as she turned her attention back to his lips, but Harry was clearly making note of her comment.

With Harry surrounding her in every way, YN couldn’t help but let her mind wander to thoughts of him. Of how pretty he looked on the walking tour today. Of how comforting his hands were on her thigh during lunch. Of how strong his chest felt under her hands before she kissed him. Of her brother seeing them kiss. Of the way his voice sounded so loud. Of the look on his face when he walked away from them back at the hotel.

“Shh, baby,” he mumbled between kisses. “Can practically hear you thinking in that head of yours. Relax, don’t think so much, let your body take control.”

She did her best to follow his guidance, as always. Ridding her head of thoughts and images from the day, she focused just on the man on top of her and the movements his lips were making. As usual, Harry was starting out nice, and slow, and gentle, and careful. But when YN raised her hips to create some more friction between them, he moved his hand from the side of her face to press her hips down into the mattress.

“Be patient baby,” he whispered. “Said I would take care of you, but we have to deal with your punishment first.”

YN stopped then, removing her lips from his and letting her head hit the pillow completely so she could look into his eyes.

“Oh.”

“You broke the number one rule,” he reminded her. “Don’t you know what happens when you misbehave?”

She nodded her head.

“Words, YN.”

“Yes… sir,” she added after a moment.

“Good. Because I think it’s time for your punishment. Was thinking you’re in for a proper spanking, what do you think?”

YN was hesitant at first, but as Harry explained what was going to happen she assured him that she was still green. As she stood in front of him, he unbuttoned her shorts and dragged them down her legs, throwing them to the side. His hands rubbed from her ankles up to the crease of her thigh. WIth her hands on his shoulders and his on her waist, he told her calmly what was going to happen, and her anxiety about trying something new slowly dissipated.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and helped her lay down with her bottom hovering over his lap, her knees pressing into the bed to keep it elevated. She could feel her own heart beating hard and fast, but she was certain it was because of anticipation and not fear. She trusted Harry, and he had proved to her over and over again that he would never truly hurt her, only bring her as much pleasure as possible.

“Relax, darling,” he whispered, dragging his hand from her bum all the way up her spine to push her head into the bed a little bit further.

She turned her head onto her side so she was looking back at the pillows, but she couldn’t quite see Harry or his hands out of her peripheral vision.

“How many?” she asked softly.

“I was thinking 10. But you tell me if your color changes, ok sweetheart?”

“Ok.”

With a deep breath forewarning her, he got to work.

The first spank on her ass, much like the first one on her core, happened so quickly she almost didn’t realize he had done it. Before she could process it she was hearing the slap of his hand on her skin and the sting it left behind. She squeaked a bit, mostly in surprise.

Rubbing the reddening area lightly, Harry paused to check in.

“Are you ok baby?”

“Yes sir.”

He continued her punishment, alternating between cheeks so her punishment was spread evenly. It wasn’t long before the harsh sting of his hand was starting to feel good in some bizarre way. The anticipation building in her stomach was less about being nervous and more about excitement for the next slap. In between each one, he would pause, rub his hands lightly over her warm skin, and make a comment. “Look so good with my handprint on your ass,” or “taking it so well, such a good girl,” or “now everyone will know that you’re mine.”

She tried her best to follow Harry’s advice and relax her mind, let her body feel all that was happening and fall into that. It was easy to find some sort of peace when he was touching her like that, speaking to her like that, filling her up with something warm that felt like buttery mashed potatoes in her tummy.

After the tenth one, he filled the air with praises. “Did such a good job… my baby… you did so well…”

By this point, YN’s state of heightened sensation was driving her a little bit wild. She felt like her head might just be up in the clouds, like if she closed her eyes and relaxed enough, she would just float away into outer space, Harry by her side. The words she wanted to respond with were getting jumbled in her head before she could let them out, only responding with soft hums and grunts to let Harry know that she had heard him and appreciated the reward he was giving her in the form of her words.

She wasn’t even embarrassed when Harry’s fingers ventured away from the plush skin he had been spanking, pulled her panties to the side, and let one finger slide through her slit, finding it extremely wet.

“Oh,” he said. “You really liked that, hm?”

YN just hummed, unable to feel the shame she might have acknowledged in this situation.

He continued to stroke her lightly, never quite letting his fingertips reach her clit. It was an odd angle, she realized, to be fingered in. But she would take it from Harry however he would give it to her. She felt as he encouraged her to spread her legs slightly and then used one hand to help hold her lips open.

“Shit,” he mumbled. “Y’soaked. Look at that… practically shining… this little pussy is begging for my cock, isn’t it?”

All YN could do was sigh as he continued his ministrations.

His fingers were warm, though the air circulating through the room felt cool on her wet skin. Fingers dancing through her folds, Harry seemed to use all the knowledge he had learned about her so far to make sure he did exactly what she liked. He teased her by not touching her clit right away, and when he did, he used small, slow circles with the pad of his thumb. When he entered her, he used two digits right away so she would let out a small moan at the stretch he was creating. And after thrusting and rubbing for a while, he curled his fingers to rub against where he knew her g-spot was.

“Harry,” she gasped out, his name the only word she was able to come up with from her jumbled mind.

“I know baby, you’re almost there. Go ahead and come on my fingers, whenever you’re ready,” he cooed.

And maybe it was the way that he said those words so easily, but she couldn’t help but follow through with his request. It wasn’t long before she was feeling a tight, jittery ball inside of her getting ready to explode each time he touched her exactly right. Eyes squeezed tightly closed, her hands grabbed at the soft hotel duvet under her to try and find some ground. But when her orgasm finally hit, Harry not daring to stop working her through it, she realized nothing was ever going to be able to tie her down from this. If Harry kept this up, she was just going to float away.

“So good for me,” he cooed after it was clear that she had come down from her high.

He kept rubbing at her though, to the point where it was just a little bit uncomfortable. YN reached behind her to try and shove his arm away from her, but he resisted.

“No baby. Gonna cum again for me, ok? Gonna make you cum so many times you’re crying and then I’ll fuck you with my cock last. How does that sound?”

And all YN could do at that was moan.

With his ever-growing muscles he grabbed her torso beneath her arms and tossed her onto her back on the bed. She bounced a bit and couldn’t help giggling as he stood over her.

“S’not funny,” he said with a pout. “Gonna make you cry. Don’t laugh at me.”

She stopped, nodding her head and watching with wide eyes as Harry ridded himself of his own clothes. The oversized shorts slid down his body, and he didn’t even bother to unbutton his shirt, opting instead to just pull it off from the neck and let it land in a heap with the rest of their clothes. When he removed his boxers, his cock sprung up, already excited for what was to come.

But Harry didn’t seem the least bit bothered with his own pleasure at the moment, instead he made it clear that he was entirely focused on YN and making her cum as many times as he could.

He crawled onto the bed, spreading her legs and bringing his face up to her center. There was a clear wet patch in the middle of her underwear, and when Harry blew cool air on it, YN couldn’t help but to shiver. Inhaling loudly, he made a show of appreciating her.

“Mmm,” he hummed. “Love the smell of this pretty pussy… best little cunt I’ve ever fucked, y’know that? Such a good little slut for me.”

His hands were gripping tightly onto her upper thighs, likely to leave slight red marks if not entire bruises. YN supposed their vacation being almost over meant they didn’t have to worry about her skin being exposed in a bathing suit in the same way. And secretly, she loved the little shocks of pain his grasp was giving her.

“So wet for me…” he mumbled, his voice trailing off as he let a finger stroke over the center of her panties.

YN whimpered at the feeling, desperate for more contact even though she had already cum once. For someone who claimed he was going to make her cum over and over again, Harry sure was being a tease.

With his tongue flat and wide, Harry finally licked a stripe over the thin cotton fabric covering her core. And once he started, it was like he couldn’t be stopped. Eating her out over her panties, he sucked the fabric and her folds into his mouth time and time again. The fabric added extra friction as he rubbed over her clit, making her gasp out and shake her head back and forth on the pillow.

“Such a little slut,” he said in between licks. “Falling apart for me and don’t even have all your clothes off yet. Pathetic.”

It felt amazing, but she needed more. She needed to feel him directly on her. She needed him inside of her, one way or another. She was desperate for it.

“Please, sir,” she whined out.

Harry chuckled without fully removing his mouth from where it was working.

“Such a little whore… s’alright though. You’re my little whore, right?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He fulfilled her request then, pulling her panties to the side once again so he could make direct contact with her wet center. Her nerve endings were practically on fire as he worked her over to the point where she was panting from above him. One hand flew down to tangle into his curls, pulling on his hair each time he sent an extra spark through her body. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to build inside of her.

“Close,” she mumbled out.

And she could feel him smile against her as he continued sucking her clit into his mouth and running his tongue over it. To give her the extra boost she needed, he inserted two fingers inside of her, curling them against her g-spot right away. The pleasure was building and building, and YN was squirming. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to get away from his mouth or closer to it, but she knew it was impossible to stay still.

Harry slapped her thigh, causing her to gasp.

“Stop moving. I’ll tie you down if I have to,” he told her, like a promise.

She did her best, toes curling as her second orgasm soon hit her. It burst from her lower stomach, warmth spreading all across her body. Neck stretched out, fingers squeezing the duvet tightly, YN practically screamed from the pleasure Harry was delivering to her. This second one was stronger than the first, but decidedly shorter.

Catching her breath, she tried to use her grip in Harry’s hair to pull him away from her, but he resisted.

“Told ya,” he mumbled against her. “Gonna make you cum until you’re crying.”

Eventually, he backed off a bit, although only to remove the rest of her clothes. Her third orgasm came from just his fingers. Three of them inside of her and his thumb rubbing against her clit sent her into overdrive. And when he shifted his body so he could choke her lightly, she practically lost it.

“Look so good with my hand around y’neck,” he said. “So pretty for me.”

It was his words that really did her in.

The fourth one came courtesy of her virbators, still stored under the bed. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard him turn them on, her eyes still closed as she attempted to catch her breath stil.

“Teamwork, for this one,” Harry said, laughing to himself a bit.

She continued squirming, much to Harry’s dismay. So he followed through on his promise from earlier and used their clothes as makeshift ropes to tie her legs open to the bed. Her fourth orgasm came quickly, and if she didn’t know any better she might have identified the sensation as slight pain rather than pleasure. He thrust the dildo inside of her while holding a vibrator directly to her clit, and he didn’t let up until well after she had come down from her high. Eyes clearly watering, YN couldn’t decide if she was ready for it to be over or if she really wanted more.

Harry seemed to notice that she was getting overwhelmed, however. Because he sat down next to her and gently grabbed her chin, turning so she was facing him.

“Open your eyes, babe,” he whispered, kissing her forehead lightly.

When she did they were just the other side of watery.

“Oh poor thing. Was this too much for you, petal?”

YN didn’t even realize she was doing it, but she immediately started shaking her head no. “Green, green,” she whimpered between breaths

So he untied her ankles, flipped her over onto her tummy, and grabbed her by her waist, lifting her up so she was on all fours, head smushed into the pillow because she already couldn’t hold herself up. He ate her out again from this position, and when she came for the fifth time her knees gave out as she fell to the bed. He cleaned her up with his tongue, prodding inside of her stretched, weepy hole before sitting back on his knees.

“Baby?” Harry asked.

YN only responded with a grunt. And then a sniffle. And that’s when they both realized she was crying.

“Oh darling,” he cooed softly.

He shifted himself so he was on his side, head on the pillow next to her. One hand started to stroke her hair at the back of her head, relaxing her slightly as she came down from the fifth orgasm of the night.

“Looks like y’crying.”

She hummed in agreement.

Harry leaned forward then, sticking his tongue out and licking a path up her cheek to catch her tears. The act felt dirty, raw, and carnal but somehow still soft and sweet at the same time. The exact contradiction that Harry constantly embodied.

YN sighed at the feeling of his spit taking the place of her tears.

“Think that means it’s time for you to have my cock. If you still want it. If it’s too much we can call it a night and just cuddle or take a bath.”

“Want it,” she whispered through a raspy voice, her throat sore from all the moans and groans and screams of the night.

“Ok baby, only if you’re sure.”

Words still mixed up and impossible to decipher in her brain, she said the one thing that she knew would get her what she wanted. “Green.”

He chuckled a bit at that, kissing her lightly on her nose and then her forehead.

“Alright baby. Y’been so good for me. Such a good girl. Gonna get your reward now, aren’t you?”

Harry kept her on her tummy, placing a pillow beneath her hips and spreading her legs just enough to allow him the space he needed. He entered her easily, her hole worn and tired from five orgasms already. She was sure her insides would show that they had been spent already, but much to her surprise Harry still groaned.

“So fucking tight, shit.” He took a deep breath as his hips met her ass. “Perfect little pussy, fuck.”

He waited for a moment, for him or for her, she wasn’t entirely sure. But every nerve ending in her body was on fire and although he had already used three fingers and a whole dildo, she still felt a slight stretch at the size of his cock.

When he started moving, he did so with long, slow, deep thrusts. He let his upper body fall over on top of hers, holding himself up just barely with his forearms next to her head, their fingers intertwined. Harry let out a grunt nearly every time his hips slammed into hers, the headboard of the bed hitting against the wall as well.

YN was whining almost the entire time, her body and mind unable to come up with any other reaction. Each time his head stroked against her g-spot her pitch got just a little bit higher. Every time she thought there was no way Harry could give her any more pleasure, she was proven wrong.

“So good, baby. Such a good girl,” he whispered in her ear as he moved inside of her. “So good for letting me fuck you like this… fuck you after cumming so much… shit you’re amazing.”

There were no words left inside her brain, so YN responded with a contented sigh instead.

He kissed the back of her head a few times as his speed increased, although only slightly. It was clear that both of them were exhausted but he was still chasing his own release, and apparently trying to get a sixth one out of her.

“Can feel you squeezing on me,” he said softly.

Her body must have been doing that on its own accord, because YN hadn’t even realized or felt it. But once he pointed it out, she realized she was pulsing around him, the overstimulation making her muscles tired and confused and on high alert all at the same time.

Harry reached around her body, slipping his hand between the pillow and her hips so he could rub at her clit one more time.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered. “I know you’ve got one more… you can do it… give me one more sweetheart.”

And honestly, YN figured it was the sweet tone of his voice more than the movements of his hips or his fingers. As she felt practically every muscle in her body tense up, she cried out his name. And when she did, she heard Harry’s telltale groan in her ear as he shot ropes of cum inside of her, his own orgasm hitting him hard.

Still, even after six orgasms, YN found herself whimpering when Harry slid himself out of her.

“I know, darling,” he whispered, rolling off of her and onto his side.

He looked at her, tears in her eyes and lips trembling still.

“I’m right here with you. Just breathe. It’s ok.”

His calming voice centered her. She looked into his eyes, her vision a bit blurry from the tears.

“You did so good for me… So good… You’re so amazing… My best girl…” he let the praises fall out of his mouth, each one filling her with that warmth she craved.

Harry used his thumb to wipe away the tears from her cheeks, though there were clear remnants from when she had cried earlier. He lightly dragged his fingers up and down her back to help calm her, her breathing eventually returning to normal.

“Sleepy,” she mumbled.

“I know, angel. But we’ve got to get you cleaned up. And we’ve got to get to dinner in a bit.”

She groaned at that, turning her head away from him.

Harry laughed. “I know, I’d rather stay in bed with you too. How about we take a nice bath, hm? I’ll even carry you into the tub.”

“And sit with me?”

“Yes, darling. I’ll sit with you.”

He did just that, wiping her off with a soft towel, careful knowing that she was oversensitive. Then he ran a bath for her, warm but not too hot. Harry carried her bridal style off of the bed and deposited her into the tub, but he stayed by her side the entire time, sitting on the bathroom floor and leaning against the wall.

Most of the bath was quiet, YN’s eyes either closed in relaxation or opened, gazing into Harry’s. Her entire lower half was sore from the combination of the spanks and over stimulation. But she would never give up the experience Harry had just given her.

Towards the end of the bath, as the water started to cool, YN felt the words coming back into her mind. She smiled and giggled at one point, Harry laughing in response and asking her what she was thinking about.

“Just can’t believe that happened,” she responded.

“Can happen again… and again… as many times as you want, baby,” he promised her.

YN blushed at the suggestion, looking away from Harry for a moment.

“I said I’d take care of you, didn’t you think I meant it?”

After the bath, she wanted to take a nice long nap. But unfortunately that wasn’t in the cards as it was nearing dinner time and YN’s parents and brother were expecting the both of them downstairs in just half an hour.

Harry helped her get out of the tub and dry off, brushing her hair just as he had done a few nights earlier. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear and she melted into his touch when he held her close. When it was time to get dressed, he helped her with that too, picking out a cute little sundress for her to wear to dinner. She raised her arms as he slipped it over her head, and then he kissed her lightly on the nose. He was such a thoughtful, sweet person, and she never wanted to give that up.

Dinner was not as sweet, however. The tension between the three of them was palpable, although her parents said something about the boys needing to tease her less and then they wouldn’t be so mad at each other. What they didn’t seem to catch was the way that her brother was looking at Harry through the entire meal.

After dinner, the three of them went to get the gelato that they missed out on earlier. To say that YN was nervous for the conversation to come was an understatement. So naturally she ordered the larger size cup of super chocolatey ice cream, hoping it could somehow ease the tension.

YN wasn’t typically one to sit back and let others fight her battles for her. But she had a deep-seeded fear of her brother’s yelling voice left over from one time in middle school when he had yelled and punched a wall, and deemed it best to just keep quiet while he and Harry hashed things out. She hardly even looked up from her dessert, trying to just focus on keeping calm and not wondering what all this meant.

Harry opened the conversation after a deep breath.

“I know this is a lot…” he started. “And I’m not sure what you want to know and what you don’t. Do you want to just ask me some questions?”

YN was grateful that Harry was taking the pressure off of her and putting it all on himself, although it wasn’t entirely fair considering they were equally at fault.

The interrogation Harry endured was rough, putting it lightly. YN hadn’t ever really had a boyfriend serious enough to have to go through the process of getting her older brother’s approval, and this was definitely a unique situation. (Not that Harry was her boyfriend, of course). He seemed to come into the conversation with rage fueled by an assumption that Harry was taking advantage of his sister, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

“It was that night we had beer on the balcony,” Harry explained slowly. “You know, we were talking, and she’s not a little kid anymore, dude. We both felt this way.”

Harry nodded his head, encouraging him to take another bite of his gelato.

‘“I could tell your teasing was getting to her, and I wanted to be honest so I told her the truth…” Harry trailed off.

After several more minutes of harsh questions and explanations, her brother finally sighed before looking between the two of them.

“You promise to me that you’re taking care of my sister?” he asked.

Harry looked to YN before answering, and she smiled knowing that was his biggest promise. “I promise.”

“And you,” he said, pointing his spoon over to YN. “You want this? He’s not pushing you into this?”

YN shook her head quickly. “Not at all! I… um… I mean you were right, I did have a crush on him. And the more I’ve gotten to spend time with him alone…” she took a deep breath, not willing to look at either boy as she continued. “I really like him. Harry, I really like you.”

“I know,” he answered softly. “I really like you too.”

She looked up then, finally letting out a breath as she saw a sparkle in his eye which she knew to be filled with all the care he had for her.

“Look, it’s gonna take some getting used to… and you better not be all PDA in front of me, ok? Don’t need to see my sister doing that,” he grumbled. He looked up then, catching YN’s eyes. “If you’re happy, YN, then that’s what matters, right? Harry’s my best friend. I guess… I guess that means he’s a pretty good guy. I just want what’s best for you.”

The conversation eased up after that

Her brother was still a bit bitter, but the three of them walked back to the hotel with far less pressure on their chests. YN was holding Harry’s hand for the first time, and with his fingers intertwined with her own she felt a special kind of spark. She couldn’t help but look up at him and smile.

The two of them went back to his room and sat on the balcony again. The stars were bright in the dark night, the waves a calming background to the moment at hand. They didn’t speak much, mostly just looking at each other and stealing little kisses.

“Thank you… for talking to him,” she said softly at one point.

Harry tilted his head to the side as he looked at her with hearts in his eyes. “Of course, sweetheart. Would do anything for you.”

She couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have found him. And although she had to wait years to get her chance, she was grateful for the liquid courage that allowed her to speak up on the balcony at the beginning of the trip. This man, who she thought would only ever see her as a little kid, had given her something she had never even known she needed.

Not only did he do an amazing job at pleasuring her physically, but he made her feel desired in a way that no man ever had before. Every time they looked at each other, she felt it in her heart that he was someone special. And although they still had not talked about a label or any big exciting words, she knew that he felt strongly about her. He promised that he would take care of her, and he fulfilled that promise over and over again.

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