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midnight-omega · 8 months

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Anatomy hc

Okiii ur girl spent most of last night trying to figure some things out and draw some diagrams fr

This post focuses on the reproductive anatomy of my omegaverse. I'm gonna go through each of the 6 gender/dynamic combinations and give a little info about how I think it all works :> like everything else this varies from person to person so if this isn't ur thing no worries! If this is ur thing feel free to use it! But if you use my diagrams I'd appreciate it if you credited me be i spent a long time on them 😔

I also want to link this very in depth explanation because I did take a lot of inspiration from it for my male omegas! I adore this concept for them and I'll be using it going forward. The author talks about a lot more tho some of which imma steal some of which Im not :))

Okay lets get into it fr, be warned there are my messy diagrams of all kinds of private bits under the cut. Also if tumblr kills the quality im so sorry fr :((

Male Alpha

🌕 Let's start with our boys here.

🌕 Honestly they're pretty straightforward! There's not too many crazy anatomy changes here. They function pretty much the same as irl amab anatomy does.

🌕 They have a penis and external testes

🌕 They have a prostrate that can be stimulated via anal penetration

🌕 Male alphas tend to be on the bigger side concerning length/girth but this varies from person to person

🌕 Now, the defining characteristic of a male alpha is their knot. Only alphas have a knot!

🌕 The knot is soft tissue that expands during orgasm. This "locks" the penis into the vagina in order to facilitate conception. In simple terms, sperm stuck inside better change pregananant

🌕 The knot typically stays expanded for about 20min after orgasm, but this can vary. Any longer than an hour though, can be cause for concern

🌕 The male alpha usually has a larger knot than a female alpha and experiences higher chances of successfully "tying" (tying here meaning the knot actually gets stuck in the receiver)

🌕 An alpha can knot outside of rut, but these knots may be smaller or not fully expanded since they're lacking the overproduction of hormones that rut creates

🌕 A deflated knot is still visible as a ring of much softer tissue than the rest of the shaft

Female Alpha

🌕 oh boy, oh god, mother mary save us all

🌕 This one was so HARD to figure out fr... let me get into this

🌕 I've always liked the idea of a female alpha having a hidden penis best. One that's concealed where the clit ought to be but expands and pops out during rut or when aroused. I like this one best bc I'm not a super big fan of the anatomy set up of having a vulva and dick and balls all at once, and anatomically I never understood like... the concept of the clit swells a lil and thats the knot bc... penetrate how?? I also just don't like pregnant female alphas much! To me alphas impregnate only not carry

🌕 So hidden penis was my favorite option !

🌕 But once I started drawing out the diagram I immediately had problems placing the sheathed penis inside the body

🌕 My biggest issues were the bladder and pubic bone. The bladder I can move around easy enough, especially since female and male anatomy have it in slightly different positions anyway

🌕 But what was fucking me up was that damn bone

🌕 If we want to replace the clit with a penis the penis is going to need to run straight through that bone. The pubic bone in female anatomy sits right above the clit basically. In male anatomy its a tad higher up but even moving it up it would still be in the way of the penis

🌕 I could continue to move the bone or do away with it but then we compromise the human shape of the female alpha. The rest of the dynamics would look human in the hips and pelvis but female alpha she'd be.. little fucked up. Not to mention I'm sure there's some other wild medical consequence of removing or moving the pubic bone that I'm not aware of

🌕 So... we can't put the sheathed penis exactly where the clit is

🌕 I could put it where the vagina is, but then that eliminates the vagina entirely and makes female alphas unable to have penetrative sex and tbh I'm not into that give her a gspot yk?

🌕 I could move the urethra around, like push it forward towards the clit even more and push the vaginal opening backwards, or even combine the vagina and anus like the male omega but I wasn't a fan of that either. It makes her feel to male omega-y and less unique to me

🌕 Furthermore like... vaginas are low. Like lower than u think, clits are a little lower too. And penises are so high! So.. having a penis come out so low between your legs wouldn't that make penetrating kinda hard unless you had a crazy long horse cock or smth.

🌕 So I ended up keeping the penis sheathed like I wanted, but I moved it up

🌕 The penis head is a little above where a clit would sit but I still removed the clit from her anatomy

🌕 To avoid the bone I had to put the penis above it. This isn't super crazy since the vans deferens also comes down over the bone, but it is a little awkward because this isn't a little tube this is a PENIS. This is a whole long cord of tissue and blood vessels here and I'm not giving her a small flat cock to compensate she doesn't deserve that

🌕 So, her muscle, fat, skin, and what have you is gonna have to push out to make room for the penis sitting above the bone.

🌕 Insert female alpha sheath bulge >:))

🌕 tbh I think giving her a bit of a bump is pretty hot so I'm satisfied!

🌕 However bc its sitting right over a bone any pressure applied to it is going to be uncomfortable or even painful for her

🌕 So... ig if you wanna kick a female alpha in the nuts aim for her sheath fr

🌕 So then I was good for awhile, I had placed the penis in the body in a way that satisfied me and kept the vagina intact

🌕 But okay now the penis has to come out

🌕 The female alpha cock still sits lower than the male one, so we have to do a little more bending to get it to flip up in proper penis formation

🌕 No problem, I'll just give the female a longer base after the knot and said base will be way more bendy than a real penis np np

🌕 Okay but... if we have a noodle base how is the erection staying erect and not just becoming a top heavy string of stuck blood that flops tf over

🌕 Insert what I did with the labia

🌕 I want female alphas to enjoy vaginal sex if they want to mostly for kinky reasons yk but its my world so!

🌕 But this means that I don't really wanna touch the labia around the vagina, they should still get looser during arousal they should still be fun to play with yada yada yada

🌕 But the penis needs something to lock it upright. So I split the labia into even more parts.

🌕 On irl afab anatomy theres the inner and outer labia and that's that. On the female alpha tho I had to get creative. I gave her her inner and outer labia that would function normally

🌕 Then I gave her another set around the exit of her sheath. I called them! The penile labia for lack of creativity and anatomical knowledge! Unlike the outer and inner labia around the vagina, these ones stiffen and lock up during arousal after the penis has been unleashed. This keeps it out and helps it stand!

🌕 I also gave her a middle labia. This is an extremely tough piece of muscle that separates her upper and lower sets of lips. The middle labia supports our bendy base even more and tends to get engorged and may even expand a little to support the weight of the cock and knot

🌕 This isn't fool proof by ANY means and I'm sure ppl who know anatomy better than me have a million issues rn but yk what? This makes sense to me and took me awhile to figure it out fr so I'm content

🌕 Now... I gave her a uterus-like structure and still called it "uterus" for lack of better term. this is not a functioning uterus so female alphas cannot conceive

🌕 But in this model I have this uterus act more like a muscle that helps push the penis out of the sheath. Believable? Idk but its chill with me

🌕 The female knot is generally a littler smaller than the male knot because it's gotta fit in the body

🌕 The knot here doesn't even begin to expand until the penis is unsheathed, whereas in males it may puff up slightly on initial arousal

🌕 Since I did not give her balls, her testes are inside the body where the ovaries would typically be

🌕 insert the part where I tell you alpha sperm does not need to be cool. It can survive higher temperatures which also makes sense considering omegas practically have heat strokes during heat, the sperm would need to be a little tougher.

🌕 But then why do males have balls? I got u fam ! Bc while they can survive in warmer temperatures that does not mean they thrive there. The healthiest swimmers are still kept a little cooler. Female alphas may be less fertile even because of this which could be some fun plot points bc i love female alphas pls write them more

🌕 That was so LONG but I think that's it for her

Male Beta

🌙 The male beta doesn't really have anything super atypical from irl amab bodies.

🌙 The penis of a beta tends to be a lil smaller than an alpha's but bigger than an omegas, but again this isn't always the case!

🌙 We do have a prostate for fun anal times if desired

🌙 Beta sperm is not as heat resistant as alpha sperm. They can impregnate other betas just fine but may struggle with an omega in heat. It's suggested that b/o couples try conceiving outside of heat with the help of fertility experts :>

🌙 Male betas cannot conceive, they have no uterus or vagina

🌙 Betas do not knot!

Female Beta

🌙 Again, not a lot of differences to talk about here, typical afab anatomy

🌙 It is worth noting that in my verse I am not giving female betas periods bc thats mean

🌙 For this reason their endometrium is thinner than ours so the body can reabsorb it without a true heat easier

🌙 I'll also say that beta eggs are just built different for this thinner endometrium

🌙 usually you need a certain thickness for the egg to embed properly to the uterine wall, but imma say that for whatever reason beta eggs are totally chill with a thin lining. They have a better grip or smth ig!

🌙 This allows my girls to get pregnant without an extra added issue due to my silly anatomy choices

🌙 It also makes her different from the female omega which I'll talk about later :))

Male Omega

🌑 Okay ya'll get ready for shitshow number two

🌑 actually the male omega wasn't as bad to figure out mostly bc I stole the idea of the epivagina from the author I linked above the cut!!

🌑 I'll sum up if you don't want to read through the link (you should tho it's really interesting stuff you might wanna use in ur own verse!)

🌑 So like the female alpha there are depictions I don't like when it comes to the male omega. I don't like them not having a uterus and just being... a guy? Like having nothing about them that makes them different than a male beta. Also, like how I said I don't like pregnant alphas, I don't like omegas that can impregnate.

🌑 I'm also not a fan of not giving them a penis and having them only have a vagina and uterus. What makes the two omega genders different then? Breasts? Not a fan tbh considering I like my male omegas to breastfeed with their lil pregnancy boobies (cancer in venus I like boobies and lactation not sorry)

🌑 Basically I want my mpreg and I want my penis too

🌑 So, like the female alpha, we have to give them both parts.

🌑 Since there's not a ton of room between the balls and the anus (the taint is only so big yall) I'm not a fan of just giving them a vulva here

🌑 I'm also not a big fan of the birth canal that develops from the taint when pregnant just bc it doesn't make sense to me that the body just forms and unforms a hole that they have to push out a baby the size of a small melon through. Like in that case pregnancy must be excruciatingly painful on top of pregnancy already being painful and hard

🌑 So... butt babies. Except not quite

🌑 The popular option is the cloaca but... I have issues with that too

🌑 If you read the chapter on male omegas on the ao3 link you can see why. A short cloaca definitely results in poop in the vagina. I don't think I need to explain why poop in the vagina is like the worst thing. As the author points out it also makes it difficult for fun oral time just bc the amount of infections you can get from... constant ass licking/fucking especially bc I haven't seen any male omegas telling their alphas omg wait i need to shower, shit, and have an enema first

🌑 The long cloaca can work ig but then the penis never enters the vagina and thats just not fun. The male omega would never be able to have vaginal sex fr :((

🌑 So I'm going with what the author made up! The epivagina!

🌑 The epivagina is a strong valve-like muscle kinda like the middle labia in alpha females.

🌑 During non horny times the epivagina remains positioned in a way that closes off the vaginal opening. No penetration without literal tearing can take place with it closed. The anus is open and free for poop!

🌑 During heat and arousal the epivagina switches the other way opening the vagina and closing the anus so the opposite is true

🌑 You do not have to be in heat for the vagina to open btw! Just turned on

🌑 During birth we can just assume the sphincters and muscles around this anus and vagina were built for stretching, though it might be recommend for male omegas to anal train a bit to get all our muscles ready for it (there are literally butt plugs the size of a child's head so we can train out asses a lil)

🌑 Now the drawback to this would be that... you cannot have anal with a male omega if he's turned on. Tbh that's okay with me since i'm not really into anal anyway! If it's not okay with u then.. idk change it to fit ur kink babe im not stopping u

🌑 It also kinda acts as a rape defense too in a way.... like a duck if we're not turned on good luck entering the vagina. ofc... the exception to this is heat in heat it's p much always open unless we need to shit rn so ig vaginal rape protection in heat isn't a thing but it's neat outside of heat

🌑 Male omegas do produce very small amounts of sperm but they're such sad little boys it's basically impossible to get pregnant from them. Most of them have clear orgasms if they come from their cocks at all.

🌑 I did raise their balls a bit back into the body. We're still descended but not... exactly the whole way if that makes sense. Our sperm just isn't as cool this way and it's not heat resistant fr!

🌑 Bc omegas get so hot during their heats this can also decrease or fully kill off any remaining sperm production.

🌑 Technically this way you can still get pregnant by a male omega if you're a female beta/omega but.... bc its my verse and I don't really want that I'm gonna say it happens like once in a century it is not really a thing

🌑 The penis here is smaller than anyone else's, but not as small as you'd think. I'm not going the whole micropenis route with them you can still be satisfied through penetration with my male omegas!

🌑 Like the author, I also like the concept of giving them a prostate and an internal clit >:))

🌑 no real reason other than 3 ways for my boys to orgasm and I like it

Female Omega

🌑 Pretty similar to the female beta, not too much difference from irl afab anatomy

🌑 The biggest difference between a female beta and female omega are:

🌑 Slick production (beta's do not produce slick)

🌑 The endometrium

🌑 I gave my beta's a thinner one so their bodies can absorb it and we can avoid menstruation!

🌑 Well in female omegas the endometrium is thicker, about the same as the average one irl or maybe even a little thicker than that.

🌑 Her eggs just aren't as good as gripping just like irl fr, so we need a lot of cushion for them

🌑 especially since female omegas tend to release more than one egg a cycle (2-4 is normal) so if we're all embedding we need more room to do it

🌑 A female omega also can reabsorb her endometrium no worries I am not giving her a period either

🌑 Instead I'm going to say that heat has 3 phases. Pre heat where we get ready for ovulation that lasts about 3-4 days, heat heat which lasts about 1-2 days or less. This is when we are fertile we need to get pregnant NOW, and then post heat which lasts about 3 days where our body temperature is still extremely high and we're still horny and feverous but the egg has passed alas. Its during post heat that we reabsorb and break down the endometrium. Sometimes we might see a little blood a lil spotting yk, but for the most part our heat stroke helps us absorb it idc if that's unreasonable its what imma say

🌑 The term heat usually includes heat and post heat but not pre heat (I mean you get off work for heat and post heat and we use the term heat as a collective to include that 5 or so days but this doesn't include the pre heat) but i'll do a different post for heats later !

I think thats everything if you survived all that thank you for indulging me fr! Feel free to pop in my askbox if you wanna talk about smth and like I said in the beginning feel free to steal but pls credit my diagrams if u use them :))

#a/b/o #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o verse #alpha #omega #beta #worldbuilding #alpha/beta/omega verse #anatomy #female alpha #male omega

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winterwump · 11 months

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Hii can i request goo x gun nsfw hcs? 🥺 Love you, stay safe 💘

💚NSFW Headcanons for Gun x Goo💚

Author’s Note: 🚨THIS IS A MLM PAIRING, AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE MLM SHIPS, KEEP IT PUSHING🚨 Hi Anon! I’m glad you requested this bc I ADORE these two more than I love most things!!! I REALLY hope you meant these two as a couple and not individually lol. I have made this mistake b4😅 Here's the SFW Headcanons 🩵 This is a LONG one so ENJOY!!!

Just to get this out of the way: They’re both switches!!! Fuck all of that heteronormative “who’s the top?” and “who’s the bottom?” bullshit.

They both think it's dumb and, there was a mutual understanding between the two that they don't mind going both ways with each other.

Sex happens in the most yee-yee ways. Like, at random while Goo is cooking, Gun decides that he wants to give head.

And 9 times out of 10, Goo is down for impromptu sex.

But funnily enough, Gun is not very likely to have a moment like the one previously described.

Gun would have to be super wound up sexually to just suck dick on Impulse lol.

They have matching sex drives…kinda.

I know that sounds like I contradicted myself from what I said about Gun, just hear me out please:

Both Gun and Goo have high sex drives, it’s just that Gun doesn't typically initiate sex and it takes him a while to get going (NO Gun does not have an erectile dysfunction lolol)

Goo, however, seems like he’s ready to go at all times, and he’s much more likely to initiate sex.

Goo is the type to drop random sexual innuendos into casual conversations that he’s having with Gun.

Like Goo is known for being “The Most Unserios Man on The Planet™”, but he’s not the type to be blatantly sexual even with Gun.

So chances are, if Goo is throwing out sex joke after sex joke, it's safe to say that Goo NEEDS to get off.

These two have mastered the art of a quickie and all variations of the proverbial quickie.

Handjobs under a table?- You got it!

Super GawkGawk-3000 WITH a facial while being chauffeured to an event? - They’ve done it (Lil Nasties lol)

Even though they’ve mastered the ancient art of being sexual deviants in public, Gun and Goo do find the time to have long-form bedroom fun.

Marathon sex. They have marathon sex. Albeit, not that often but the point still stands.

So when I say marathon sex, I mean upwards of 3 to 4 hours.

For context, sex on average last for about an hour (including foreplay). So these mfs are going at it.

But don't think that GG aren’t taking breaks throughout the marathon. Because trust me, they are. But with a caveat.

Marathon sex for GG is like a war of attrition. Think back to when they were in the sauna. Except for this time, they’re seeing which one of them cums first lol.

I lied in my SFW HC for these two when I said that paying for their penthouse was the only thing that they went 50/50.

I say that because whenever these idiots are doing their war of attrition, its split 50/50 on who cums first lol.

But once they’re both completely spent and can't go anymore, these two don't cuddle. At least Gun doesn't

Gun: It's too damn hot for cuddling, move (Cuz Goo would, no doubt, would be sprawled out on Gun regardless of who topped)

Goo: Boo you’re no fun!! Don’t you wanna hold each other?

Gun: Fuck no.

Goo: Yea, I don’t blame you!

And Goo goes to sleep, while Gun has one last cigarette before going to sleep as well.

This was fun to write, and I really hope you enjoyed reading this. I still have some WIPS to get back to, and I’ll get to them…eventually lol. Anyways, feel free to comment and request stuff. My inbox is open so have fun. BYE!!!!

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xbabybajix · 2 years

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Halloweenie w/ Hanma~

A/N: hiiii my fellow hanma stans!! here’s a small drabble? I thought of on the quicks for Shuji bc his birthday just passed and it got me thinking about what it would be like to spend halloween w him <3 hope everyone who reads enjoys!

It’s October 31st and what better way to spend it with your boyfriend they call ‘The Reaper’ because of this Hanma thought of the idea as having you be a succubus and he as the grim reaper- picture this as a slutty couples costume

Hanma basically wearing the cloak with no shirt under and some leather pants w/ platform docs, and yours being a body suit with ass and titties out with some fake blood and cute lil horns too

Hanma’s a pretty unpredictable guy so knowing what was planned for today was a bit worrisome, yall can either spend it going to random parties that Hanma got invited to, roaming around a downtown area and hitting up bars or clubs, or perhaps indulge in trick or treating if Hanma wanted something sweet to snack on while watching you strut your cute ass around the neighborhood.

Going to Halloween parties with Hanma is the best because he LOVES to coordinate costumes with you as you pleased, he needs to wear makeup? Sure! Anything his baby asks of him, she gets. Spend a full hour taking selfies together? Ofc! He has to show off his girl everywhere!! Yall love pregaming before heading out and pumping yourselves up to dance the night away!! (have a headcanon that hanma is a doja cat fan so that’s what you guys listen to before leaving)

Parties with Hanma end in a couple ways, either both of yall are plastered and end up being all over each other inside a random room, or someone ends up making moves on either or and one of yall ends up getting kicked out by the host for starting a fist fight but also ending it! :-)

In the case where the night actually ends less chaotic than most, it’s spent with constant banter and flirting. Hanma likes to wander off to where he usually finds Kisaki or other members from gangs he knows and will keep an eye on you from afar. Your safety will always come first but Hanma likes watching you lose yourself on the dancefloor with your besties too, it turns him on seeing how your hips sway along with the beat of the music.

To spice things up in your relationship, Hanma LOVES to roleplay w you in public and act like he’s just some guy hitting on you and you LOVE IT because of the tension that rises when his face starts to ease into yours while feeling traces of his fingertips on your lower back till he reaches your ass and gives it a lil squeeze.

If Hanma notices you act more aloof and silly, he’ll know it’s time for yall to head out, when this happens it usually ends with you shouting out your profound love for him and it catches him off guard every time. Hanma is used to hearing you say loving things, but for some reason when you say it while being drunk, it makes his stomach do flips. They say the truth comes out when your drunk, so knowing that even in the state you’re in, you still choose Hanma every time.

Drunk y/n can be a handful sometimes, mostly because it ends with you throwing a small tantrum about how you can still have another drink or five before leaving and Hanma is not having ANY of that esp bc he’s seen you blackout and he refuses to let you get to the point of throwing up, but in the case that you do anyways, he’s there with the hair tie and water <33

If Hanma doesn’t feel like dealing with your brattiness he will just carry you over his shoulder until you reach your home and sit you onto your shared bed together, and will get all your things you use for your bed routine <3

Hanma is also the type to indulge you when you go off a tangent talking about the most random things you thought of while being drunk. “Oh yeah? I didn’t think of that” “oh wow baby you never told me this, that sounds crazy though” “And what else happened?” “you’re so smart even when you’re drunk too doll, its no wonder I love you” pls he says all this while helping you undress and get into your nightwear and then proceeding to take off your makeup and gently rubbing it off from your face.

Once the night has finally ended, hanma makes sure that you’re all taken care of again and then he starts to get ready to climb into bed with you. Nights like these end with you drifting off to sleep in his embrace but before you whisper your i love you’s and smother him in kisses <3 my guy is in heaven and loves the holidays for this reason

#hanma x reader #hanma shuuji x you #hanma x y/n #kisaki x reader #hanma shuji imagines #rindou x reader #sanzu x reader

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astroaries98 · 1 year

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A Relaxed Birthday Celebration...

CW: recreational drug use and swearing

“Happy Birthday Ev” Barty sang as he walked over to the tree his friends were sitting under by the lake. He pulled out five cigarette-looking shapes from his robes, a devilish look on his face as he sat down.

Evan, Regulus, Pandora and Dorcus all took one, rolling them in their fingers, a mixture of expressions on their faces ranging from confusion to excitement.

“You always come through” Dorcus exclaimed kissing Barty on the forehead.

He wiped the kiss away but looked smug. “That I do, that I do” he replied looking over to Evan.

“Is this what I think it is?” Evan asked making eye contact with Barty.

Pandora and Dorcus giggled.

“And what do you think it is young Evan?” Barty grinned with a slightly crazed look in his eye moving closer so his face was right by Evan’s. He took the joint from Evan’s hand and put both in his mouth.

Evan watched him closely as Barty laid back and lit both by clicking his fingers and creating a flame. When they were both lit, he pulled one out, put it into Evan’s mouth, and smiled.

Evan just sat there eyes wide staring at Barty, speechless.

“Merlin’s beard you have to puff it mate, it won’t do anything hanging in your mouth like that” Barty laughed, showing Evan how it was done, curling his lip to let the smoke slowly slip out.

Evan shook his head out of his transfixed gaze. “Yeah..yeah I know that, I have smoked before…” he said in a rush, inhaling the smoke a little too much causing him to have a coughing fit.

Barty, Pandora and Dorcus burst out in a fit of laughter as Evan put two fingers up to them trying to regain his breath.

The girls had already lit theirs and were now laying on each other in the grass relaxing.

Regulus was still looking at his, deep in thought. “Where did you get this?” he asked cursorily.

Barty rolled his eyes, “Does it matter? Spark up mate, you need it more than most” he teased, snapping his fingers again to light Regulus’s.

“I suppose not” Regulus mumbled taking a drag and leaning back on Pandora.

They all spent the next hour chatting and reminiscing taking the occasional drag. Eventually, the conversations got less as their heart rates slowed and their minds wandered into their own little worlds.

Evan looked over to Pandora who had sat up and was wiggling her feet in the grass. He took off his own shoes and did the same. Barty saw this and looked at Regulus and Dorcus who both exhaled a laugh.

“What are you doing mate?” Barty asked,

“I just thought the grass would feel good on my feet” He replied.

Pandora looked over with a hazy smile, “It’s called grounding, helps you connect to the earth, really helps you appreciate the moment.”

“And this is a moment worth appreciating” Evan replied moving his fingers and toes in the grass.

“It truly is” Pandora replied. “Happy Birthday Ev”

“Yeah, Happy Birthday and thanks for sorting this Barty, it was needed” Dorcus added, the rest of the friends nodded slowly in agreement.

“Well we have to thank that Lupin fellow in the year above, his stuff is better than any of the Hufflepuffs I’ve tried...” Barty trailed off as Regulus sat up quickly.

“Lupin? Remus Lupin?” he asked, his head slightly spinning from getting up so fast.

Urm, yeah, I think so mate, the one in Gryffindor, isn't he mates with your brother?” Barty answered taking another drag, Evan was watching him, head resting on his hand.

Regulus took a moment and then replied carefully, “Oh, yeah I think he might be, I dunno”

“Well you seem to have heard of him” Dorcus laughed.

Regulus shot her a look, “I just didn’t know you spoke to him that’s all” He looked back at Barty,

“I don’t mate, I overheard a seventh-year say he sold it, so I went and bought it…took a lil persuasion I might add” Barty smiled. “Anyway, I don't think feuds between school houses count when you are buying illegal substances, or are you worried Sirius might find out you aren’t the perfect little heir after all?”

Regulus put his head back and looked up to the sky, he was too high for this. Barty seemed to be too and they both dropped it. They all fell back on top of one another, Pandora taking turns weaving daisies through everyone's hair, telling them all of the unseen creatures all around them. This had the others in fits of laughter which led them to take turns describing the most outlandish creatures they could think of.

The sun was slowly setting and the effects were wearing off, a strong sense of sleep was hitting them causing them to finish their conversations and slowly make their way back to the dorms, before all falling into a deep dreamless slumber.

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The next day Regulus was walking alone to Quidditich practice when a tall figure pulled him into a hallway,

“Do you want to tell me why your mate put me under a binding spell and refused to let me out until I sold him weed?” Remus asked sharply.

Regulus smirked, “What can I say? He has a flare for the dramatics” He replied cooly.

“I would have just sold it to him any way you know?”

“Oh, he knows” Regulus almost laughed.

“Well, next time just ask okay?” Remus said before turning to walk away, he stopped and looked back at Regulus who still hadn't moved.

“Don't tell Sirius I'm selling it okay?” He asked quickly

Regulus rolled his eyes, “when or why would I tell him?”

“Whatever, I was just asking” Remus sighed walking away again.

But before he could get too far Regulus shouted back, “Don't tell James I smoked it” He then put his hands to his face, embarrassed in his desperate outburst.

Remus didn’t stop but shouted back, “I would never, baby Black” before he turned the corner and disappeared.

Fucking Gryffindor's Regulus thought to himself before walking on out to the pitch.

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inkofamethyst · 1 year

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January 24, 2023

Got my itinerary for my first interview event. A few things to note.

I will be interviewing with faculty for four hours straight. Like, talking with individual professors in half-hour stints for an entire afternoon. I mean I’m sure most of the conversations will be very similar to one another and are really meant to assess fit overall, but that is a lot.

I believe I am being recruited by the prof dude I really didn’t want (because other women have had negative experiences). Now, this is interesting because I barely mentioned him in my app except where I was required to list more than one potential advisor while I spent an entire paragraph discussing why I’d want to work under a different lady. Like... it’s not terribly uncommon to switch advisors during a phd program, but I would have to give a reason beyond “I heard a rumor...” you know? And even then, I think I might prefer going to a substantially lower-ranked school but feeling comfortable with my advisor. Even knowing that doing so will ultimately make it more difficult to obtain an academic position because an easily-recognizable name brand uni draws people’s attentions. Every uni wants to be able to say “oh look at all our faculty from Yale, from Stanford, from MIT” because those names carry cultural weight.

And maybe, just maybe, I’m looking way too deep into it all.

I’m going to do the interviews. It might be a grueling marathon, or it might feel like speed-friending. Who knows. I hope the other shortlisted applicants are nice. I hope I learn a lot. About the program, about how to handle events like these, and maybe even about myself.

Anyway because I’ve gotten an informal offer, I’ve kind of been going buckwild in these forums (I need to stop myself) and have learned about the past application timeline for my “top” (read: “most prestigious”) choice (I keep going back and forth between that one and the other one I haven’t yet heard from bc they both seem like fantastic programs ahhh). If I don’t hear back this week or next week to set up an interview, then chances are I will be rejected. Which would be fine, I guess. I’m not really expecting to get in because I don’t feel like I’m able to think as profoundly as they’re looking for in their top applicants (asking good questions is a skill (unless this is imposter syndrome adjacent and my level of questioning is actually perfectly acceptable for where I’m at in my career)), but I do think I have a fighting chance based on some of my letters of recommendation (and maybe that’s selling myself too short, but the people who are applying to a program like this are self-selected highest-tier students with publications and years of relevant research experience... TAing and good grades and a couple posters feels like the barest of minimums). Alright, I’ll admit it. I’m hopeful. Maybe deliriously so. Hopeful but also dreadfully realistic. Or perhaps the word is pessimistic. You know, to save myself from the crushing feeling of disappointment.

Today I just want to step back and be thankful for all of the grad school communications I’ve received to this point. The.. validation that these interview offers have brought is a little intoxicating, I won’t lie. And that’s why I seem to be clamoring for more of them. It’s why I don’t seem satisfied with what I’ve already achieved. And yeah, maybe I’m not quite satisfied just yet. Maybe I do want more. But I am immensely thankful. I am, truly. Partly because of straight-up validation but more deeply because of the assurance that I’m doin alright. It’s given me peace. Not fully, but I feel a little bit more relaxed with each one.

First time I’m going to be missing the first day of school... lil wild.

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Title: Into the Abyss of Bad Habits — Part Two | Words: 14k

Tags & trigger warnings: threesome, p in v (protected and unprotected), oral sex (both receiving), anal sex, use of sex toys, ice play, slight bondage, blindfolding, fluff, comfort, angst, and a lil bit of drama?

Author's note: I cannot for the sake of the universe write anything short. This has been a problem of mine since I was in school lol. I'm sorry if this feels rushed at parts, tho. I didn't want to delay any longer and it's not beta read. I might do some changes in the future. Anyway, buckle up! This is going to be a wild ride! (Also, thank you to everyone for the support on this! It means a lot <3 I'm sad 'cause we're not getting any more oliver!noah content).

INTO THE ABYSS OF BAD HABITS — PART TWO

I let out a sigh as Alana kept looking at me as if my anguish amused her. It had been nine hours since I sent the text. Oliver had replied with three giant big smile emojis, while Noah had kept it as simple as per usual with a simple “good” that made my stomach swirl.

“Could you please not talk about this to anyone?” I asked Alana, my eyes casting furtive glances around the shop to make sure nobody had caught into the topic of our conversation. It appeared that of late, I was constantly evading prying eyes, as though I was orchestrating someone’s murder.

“I won’t, of course,” she assured me, waving a hand in the air to dismiss the matter. “It’s none of my business.”

“It’s somewhat…” I hesitated.

“I understand. People are still stuck up with traditional ideas and stuff. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”

“It’s not a secret,” I corrected her. “But I rather keep this private. The guys have an image to maintain and I don’t want to fuck it up.”

“I don’t think you should worry about that. After all, I’m pretty sure given the way they’ve been looking at you since the tour started they couldn’t care less about their image. Besides, it’s their job to manage those things. Leave it to them to sort out their image. You do you and enjoy your trip.”

I let out another sigh followed by a smile.

“Seriously, get it” Alana insisted, gesturing towards the cute lingerie set. It was certainly the cutest thing I had found in the entire mall, and I knew Noah would love it. Despite his feral demeanor in stage and in bed, he loved all things cute and adorable. It was some kind of kink —among all the others he had—, but I wanted Oliver to like it, too. I hadn’t spent enough time with him to know which things exactly turned him on and off, and this time it wasn’t just about Noah. I wanted to please them both. “It’ll drive them crazy. More than they already are. And if they weren’t joking when they discussed every thing they’ve got planned for tonight, if I was you I would take a trip down to the spa at the hotel and relax for a while.”

As the bartender in the club filled my glass, all I could think about was Noah and Oliver on that stage, the way they had moved around each other, performed in a synchronized rageful performance to deliver an ecstasy to the public. I could only think the ecstasy that was waiting for me back in the hotel room.

I handed a ten pound bill to the bartender and thanked him after grabbing the glass.

I turned around, making my way back to the dance floor where the girls were having fun. It didn’t take me long to spot Oliver not far from where I was standing.

Under the lights and the music, he looked extremely good in faded denim jeans and a black Cannibal Corpse t-shirt. He was caught up in a conversation with Lee and another guy that I remembered as their tour photographer. He was occupied, his mind somewhere else, but I couldn’t help the heat pooling down between my legs at the idea of having him all to myself that night again; that I would taste him, that I would drown in his scent as he fucked me in any way he wanted. The best part? Whenever I would look to the other side, I would find Noah, waiting for his turn.

Now that I was adamant on my decision, I was hungry for them.

I started swaying to the music, hoping it would take away some of my anticipation. I sang, and laughed, and danced, thinking that I was doing it just for fun when deep down, I couldn’t lie to myself. Every move was meant for the two men. I was dying to catch their attention, to draw their gazes toward the dancefloor where I was standing, clad in a tiny black backless dress and same color high heels.

As if sensing my thoughts, Noah entered my line of sight. Contrary to Oliver, he was standing by the bar counter on his own, facing me, leaning on an elbow, the cap he had worn during the performance with Bring Me the Horizon still on his head, and a similar turtleneck shirt covering his torso.

A lonely wolf.

His intense stare was fixed on me. He had been eyeing me the whole time, watching me with a hawk-like intensity. There was a dark tone in his eyes that I’d never seen before. It was as if he was sizing me up, preparing to pounce and consume me whole. I immediately felt a sense of inhibition, a part of me tempted to shy away, but the pulsating rhythm of the music discouraged me from doing so.

I didn’t want to back off.

I swayed gracefully, succumbing to the subtle cadence of a Måneskin song that seeped through the speakers. As the seductive beat of the music coursed through my veins, I began to move with more fervor, swaying my hips sensually to the pulsating bass. My fingers traced invisible patterns in the air, a teasing prelude to the seduction that would follow. The song, with its raw and electrifying energy characteristic of the Italian rock band, fueled my movements.

I conveyed my desire for Noah as I moved, my body a mesmerizing silhouette. As the chorus of the song reached its peak, I used every beat to accentuate my movements. I could see his restraint, a subtle tic in the muscles of his jaw beneath the shadows cast by his cap and the flickering lights of the club.

Then, he was walking towards me, confident long steps. His magnetic presence drew the attention of some of the people around. He was fucking alluring, there was no denying, but despite of it, his eyes remained solely focused on me.

I swallowed.

The air thickened around as he circled me until he was positioned right behind me, his whole body engulfing mine.

“You’re testing my patience,” he said. The softness and delicacy of his tone rivaled his emotions and intentions.

Well, that’s what you get for making me cry, I thought. Instead, I said, “I don’t want you to have any with me tonight.”

“You better watch that mouth, or you’ll get what you want,” his breath burned against my neck.

Before I could formulate a response, Noah had already walked away, leaving me yearning for his touch and his threat, my skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, the spot between my legs damp.

One day I would just tie him to the bed and have my way with him, give him a taste of his own medicine.

My expression must have amused the other man that was eyeing me, Oliver, because immediately I heard his grave laugh behind me.

“He’s got it bad,” he sang, his hands quickly finding my hips.

“You think?” I asked back, looking up at him from over my shoulder. I took another sip of my drink.

His green eyes fell on me and I suddenly felt dizzy. The dancing and the images of what could unfold tonight had me on the brink of losing myself. His gaze was piercing. I wanted to reach up to him, grab him by the neck and pull him towards my mouth, taste the drink he’d been engulfing in. The stubble on his face and his hard facial features made it really hard to resist the urge.

His thumb found my bottom lip and he pulled at it.

“I know because he’s not the only one feeling like that.”

He didn’t say it, but it was obvious that the thoughts running through his mind in that moment weren’t very holy.

“I think it’s time we get out of here,” he decided, releasing my lip. “I don’t think I can stand seeing you move like that another minute and not taking you to the restrooms and fucking you senseless.”

“Don’t hold back on my account,” I conceded, taking a step closer to press my body against his.

“Not here,” he replied, moving some wild strands of hair out of my hair and taking the glass from my hand a moment later. “Noah is waiting outside. He’s as hungry as I am, so we better go.”

It took me a few seconds to nod. He gave the half empty glass to a passing waiter carrying a tray. Taking Oliver’s hand, I trailed behind him as we stepped outside. When the exit doors opened, the crisp night air greeted me, causing me to slightly shrug my shoulders and shiver. Oliver was quick to notice, passing me his jacket. I put it on, feeling utterly small inside the large piece of clothing.

Noah was standing by a wall to the left of the brick building, one foot propped up against it, hands tucked in his sweatpants pockets. He looked terribly good, like a bad boy taken out from romance novel.

When he looked at me, I knew there was no turning back. I tightened my hold on Oliver’s hand and followed the boys into the taxi that was waiting to take us back to the hotel.

I held my breath the entire ride back home and then in the elevator. I can’t recall feeling more anguished any time in my entire life.

The hallway was empty, immersed in the quietude of the late night. The muted lights casted a warm glow around us, and the carpet underfoot absorbed the sound of our footsteps. We stopped in front of my room. I turned around, cheeks flushed and heart threatening to come out of my chest.

“Can I have a few minutes alone? I would like to… change into something a little bit more revealing.”

“More revealing than this little black dress?” Oliver questioned, eyeing me up and down.

I nodded, my eyes traveling to Noah. He hadn’t said a word since we left the club, but he had made sure to make the taxi drive back to the hotel a hell of a journey.

I had sat between both in the backseat. As soon as the vehicle started moving, Noah’s hand found my thigh. When I looked up at him, his gaze was fixed on the passing landscape beyond the window. He fingers ventured closer to the spot between my legs. I glanced panickily at the driver. Fortunately, he was too focused on driving. I wanted to protest to Noah, but, as if he could sense my words coming, he grabbed my flesh and squeezed. Not enough to hurt me but enough to warn me. Oliver, meanwhile, made his intentions clear by moving his jacket down my shoulder with his smirk and his hushed dangerous laugh. He spent his time with one arm around me, his fingers caressing my bare shoulder. Occasionally, he would press a kiss to my hair and mumble some sweet and nasty words that had me flushed from head to toe.

I was holding my breath as if I was under water during the elevator ride up to our floor. I’m not sure if it had been their intention, but they backed up at the end of the squared box and left me to stand in front of them for a whole minute. Their gazes were so hot that they got me sweating at the idea of their eyes looking me up and down and thinking of all the nasty things they were going to do to me in less than five minutes when they had me naked in the bed.

Pretending not to care and using the only courage that I could gather, when the doors slid open, I let Oliver’s jacket slid seductively down my shoulders. I swayed my hips to the sides as I walked through the hallway with purposeful strides. Then I removed the jacket completely and handed it to Oliver without uttering a word.

The look on their faces? Oh yes, they were fighting hard to keep their primal instincts in check. Good for me, they would unleash themselves in the next few minutes.

“Of course you can, doll” Oliver said then to my request.

I looked at Noah. He nodded, encouraging me to go inside. There was still something guarded about him, about the way he kept looking at me and at the same tried to avoid my gaze when it became too much.

“I’ll be quick.”

“Take your time,” Oliver replied.

I opened the door of the room and turned back to give Oliver the card key. I stole once last look at them before slipping into the room.

Alone, I stood against the door, their lustful gazes imprinted on my mind. Oliver’s eager playfulness. Noah’s hunger.

I filled my lungs with a deep breath before hurrying to the bathroom, where I had left the bag containing the lingerie set.

I changed as quickly as I could, my hands trembling and my fingers failing me when I wanted to clasp the bra because all I could think about was that I had two men waiting outside my door; two men waiting to touch me, taste me, fuck me.

I hung the dress in one of the hooks behind the door and looked at myself in the mirror, checking my face, my hair, and my body.

I had never felt too sexy, only on special occasions. It’d been hard to find someone that appreciated these things, the little details of buying something not only for yourself but to impress them.

I took one more minute to compose myself, relax. I inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly.

Ready, I climbed on the bed, kneeled on the mattress, and quickly typed a text in the group chat letting them know they could come in. I tossed the phone onto the bedside table after putting it on silent and waited with my knees pressed together and my hands resting on my bare thighs.

The room was cold, but I knew the temperature was just about to increase.

The moment they came in, the heat of their bodies filled the space.

Oliver let out a whistle.

“We’re in for a treat, man,” he slapped Noah in the chest with the back of his hand as his eyes racked me up and down. He left a bag that I hadn’t seen before on top of the desk without looking away from me.

Oliver extended his arm, inviting me to him with the offer of his hand. “C’mere. Let me see you.”

I rose from my seat and stood up in front of him, feeling a mixture of self-consciousness and a newfound allure.

“Did you wear this just for us?”

I nodded, sharing that I picked it up that morning at the mall.

Oliver responded with a smirk. “You know how to spoil us, huh?”

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“Do I like it?” Oliver seized my wrist and drove my hand down to his crotch. He was already semi-hard and buzzing hot. “I think that’d be an understanding. I can’t wait to hear you scream my name,” he breathed against my neck. “You look so sexy, doesn’t she, Noah?”

Noah.

I looked at him from over my shoulder, sending a kittenish smile toward him.

“She looks like a treat waiting to be devoured,” he groaned.

My pussy clamped down.

He stood motionless, assessing me like a hawk at its pray. Then he approached me, turned me around. I removed his cap and let it fall on the floor, his short brown locks falling over his face. He grabbed my jaw without too much pressure, he lifted my head and his mouth found mine. The kiss was slow but heated, a message to convey everything he wanted and more. His mouth was a warm haven. His lips were silky, and his taste; minty. He dazzled my senses as he slid his tongue inside and dominated everything he touched. I could feel Oliver’s heat emanating from his broad body at my back. Two seconds later, one of his hands caressed my hip and slid down the curves of my ass. A slow burn. He eased me against him, my back to his chest, and his erection nudging me.

I barely had time to react with hot shock and a blistering curl of desire in my belly before Noah’s fingers tangled in my hair and he dragged my gaze back to his brown eyes.

A kiss was pressed to my neck, —Oliver—, where my pulse was increasing.

This is going to go fast, I thought. They’re not going to waste any second.

Their restraints were weakening, and I felt powerful, like a goddess. Couldn’t believe I was able to do that to not only one man, but two.

“You should decide a safe word before we start,” Noah suggested, pulling away and licking his lips.

“Am I going to need it?” I asked, a hint of cockiness in my tone.

“It’s not my intention,” Noah assured me, gently touching my chin, “but you should have one.”

“Okay. Umm…”

It was hard to focus with Oliver’s mouth still peppering kisses all over my shoulders. He looked at me from the side.

“Why are you smiling like that?” He asked.

My smile widened.

Why did I feel so confident? Why did I feel that this was meant to be; that it was right where I was supposed to be?

“Can it be ‘antivist’?” I proposed.

Oliver snorted. I was trying to break the ice. Truth was, I was very nervous and a little bit scared despite my courage and the way I was managing my behavior. I had never been with two men, much less with two men like Oliver and Noah, tall, muscled tattooed guys that knew what they wanted and could get very dominant, especially Noah with whom I had had my fair share of experiences.

“This is serious,” Noah reprimanded.

“What’s wrong with it?” I questioned.

“‘Antivist’ is fine,” Oliver concluded. Here we go again, I thought. Noah striving for a cold, macho attitude while Oliver was exactly doing the opposite with his laid-back, playful vibe.

“The moment the word leaves your lips, we stop, yeah?” Oliver clarified.

I nodded.

“Get back on the bed,” Noah instructed, patting me gently on my ass cheek to encourage me.

I obeyed him. By the desk, Oliver emptied the bag he had brought in and two boxes of condoms, lube, silky rope, a black mask, and other small packages spilled on the surface. Oh, my.

“What have you planned?” I asked sweetly, settling, my moves subtle as a cat’s slow walking.

Noah’s lips quirked into a little smile. Finally.

“Tonight’s about you, but we don’t want you to spoil the surprise. You’re going to have to trust me. And Oli.”

“Alright,” I shifted on my seat, impatient, excited, my hair falling over my back and chest. Oliver moved it over my shoulders when he came to stand at my side, his fingers felt like fire on my skin.

“Why don’t you lay down for us, doll?”

I laid down on my back, tempted to bend my legs and keep my knees together. I knew that would only piss Noah so I lay still, legs flat, hair haloing around my head.

“Good girl,” Noah praised.

Oliver’s fingers traced a path in my thigh, making me get goosebumps. “So beautiful.”

It was intimidating to see them from my position. Their presence was both thrilling and overwhelming. As they loomed above me, I became acutely aware of the vulnerability of my position. Yet, there was also a sense of liberation flowing through me as I acknowledged that, for one night, I could let go of everything and enjoy every second of the pleasure that awaited me. The bed beneath me felt both a sanctuary and an arena.

Noah excused himself for a few seconds only to come back holding something in his hand that I couldn’t see. He stood on one side of the bed, leaning in.

He bent down so that his face was leveled with mine as Oliver’s fingers continued their tantalizing dance on the sensitive skin of my legs, creating a symphony of sensations.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Noah, my voice hushed. I was aware that perhaps this wasn’t the most opportune moment for such a question. Yet, there was no other time, and Oliver was already in on this ride. I just wanted to make sure Noah was truly okay with this and that he wasn’t doing it just to please me at the expense of his suffering. I wanted him to enjoy this, too.

“Yes.”

I raised an eyebrow, my skepticism obvious.

“You’re going to have to convince me,” I told him.

“Oh, trust me. I will,” his tone shifted, a smirk playing on his handsome features. “Lift your head,” he instructed. “I’m going to blindfold you.”

He showed me the mask, letting it dangle from one of his fingers just above me. My eyes must have told him that the idea was not very welcome because immediately he said in a whisper: “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You said you trust me, right? That hasn’t changed?”

“No,” I affirmed, swallowing the lump in my throat.

“I promise you’re going to enjoy this.” With that, the black mask covered my eyes. “I will, too. We’re going to have a fucking great time, kitten.”

Noah’s minty breath lingered over my lips. His tone had changed. I was familiar with that minx mixture of gentleness and danger.

“You look fucking delicious in this,” his hand found the skin on my tummy and pressed lightly as he wandered down, his fingers adding fuel to the fire burning inside of me. The sensation of his digits moving slowly over my body at the same time as Oliver’s roamed my thighs made my breath hitch. “But we’re going to take it off you in less than five minutes.”

“Hell yeah,” Oliver agreed.

That was their last promise before Noah’s fingers reached the hem of my panties and stopped there, leaving me yearning for more. I could feel him analyzing me, my expression, the way my body reacted.

He was back. The Noah I knew: my friend and my lover. He didn’t know how much our argument had affected me, but if he continued in this behavior tonight, if he played his cards right, I’d let the past behind.

Suddenly he gave a gentle slap to my pussy, and I couldn’t contain a moan.

Oliver’s laugh echoed in the room. Before I could drink in the sound, one of his hands slid from my legs to my rib cage and then straight up until he enveloped one of my breasts in his hand. He fondled it for a few seconds as I awaited Noah’s next move.

“This feels nice,” Oliver’s voice said, “but I know exactly how nicer it feels when these pretty tits are uncovered.”

A male hand slid under my back. I arched to give them access, and keeping up with the promise, in less than five seconds my bra was unclasped with a single pinch of Noah’s fingers. The straps were slowly peeled off from my shoulders, and I couldn’t tell if it had been Noah or Oliver. Maybe both. The heat of their bodies was right on top of me. The scent of their masculine perfumes surrounding me, intoxicating me.

One of them grabbed the garment from the little space between the two cups and gently pulled. I moved my arms to help the bra come off my chest. A moment later I was topples, my nipples already erect but hardening even more at the cold air.

I knew this was going to be fast, but I wasn’t prepared for Oliver’s quick pinch with his thumb and forefingers, and I screamed, desire jolting me and spreading down to the spot between my legs. He rubbed it between his fingers as I started shifting on the bed, my lips parted, drying.

“She loves having her nipples played with,” Noah told him. “She’s super sensitive there.” His fingers found my left nipple and he grazed it, a ghostly touch. “I made her come once by merely lapping at them.”

I flushed at the memory and the fact that he shared that with Oliver. I thanked the mask I was wearing, otherwise I would have covered my eyes with a hand.

Noah, always so perceptive, must have sensed my embarrassment. Maybe my whole body was flushing.

“There’s no room for shyness tonight, kitten.”

I let out a sigh, giving up. Before I finished letting it out, it transformed into a breathy cry when Oliver’s mouth covered my right breast, his vampire teeth starting to scrap the nipple ever so gently.

He continued to lavish attention at the sensitive bud with a series of slow, tantalizing licks, followed by a firm suck and a gentle bite, all while Noah circled the bed. Next thing, his hands were on the back of my knees, pulling me towards the edge of the bed.

“These gotta come off,” he declared as his fingers played with the elastic of my panties. “They’re really cute, and I hope I get to see you wearing this again soon, but now… I don’t want anything between my mouth and your pussy.”

His bold statement made me breath his name out. Oliver’s relentless torment showed no signs of slowing down, either. The intensity of the experience felt like a thrilling ride, and we were just strapping ourselves in.

Noah’s hands ventured to my belly. His fingers traced a fiery path along my ribcage before descending again. In a swift motion, he pulled my panties down and through my feet, discarding them on the floor.

One of his fingers ran along my folds, taking in the slickness that already covered me. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more and I wanted it now.

“Do you want Noah’s mouth on your pussy, doll?” Oliver said to my ear. The moment he pulled away from my breast I missed the touch of his tongue, but he made sure I wasn’t left unattended as he used his fingers to keep my nipple stimulated.

“Yes,” I said. “Yes,” I said again. At this point I wasn’t sure if I had managed to utter the word or just heard it in my own head.

But Noah continued sliding his fingers up and down, avoiding my entrance. He circled my clit a couple of times, denying me of the pleasure I really wanted, until the bent down so that his lips could kiss the skin right under my navel, travel down, blow right over my clit, and then kiss it.

“Yes!”

My hips arched to him, following his touch as he retreated.

“Noah,” I cried out.

Oliver pinched my nipple, and Noah’s warning filled the room.

“Be good. You’ll get what you need. Just let me give it to you my way.”

“Take a deep breath,” Oliver’s voice was back in my ear. “He’s going to eat you out so good you’re going to forget your name, trust me.”

I hummed, suffering at the lack of Noah’s touch. Oliver kissed my cheek, my neck, then bent to trace his skilled tongue around my clamped nipples again.

“You want that, don’t you?”

I nodded.

“Good. Go on,” the last two words weren’t directed at me but at Noah.

His thumb found my clit. He fondled it for a few seconds. Then he slipped a finger into me. He brushed the skin inside with want, desire, and pure need. When he pulled it out and dove it back inside, I mewled, but the sound was covered by Oliver’s demanding kiss, his fingers toying now with my other nipple. Attention was brought back to my clit with Noah’s thumb.

“You’re burning, baby,” he said.

“It feels so good…” I muttered when Oliver allowed me a moment to breath.

“You want more? You want Noah to eat your pretty pussy while you suck my cock? How does that sound?”

God, yes!

“I don’t know what you’re telling her but she just got super wet,” Noah said. “Is Oliver telling nasty things to you, kitten?

Oliver’s mouth was devouring me. I wanted to answer to Noah. Instead, I fisted Oliver’s hair in my hand and pressed his mouth deeper onto mine, his tongue and mine playing a tango inside of my mouth.

Noah took that as an answer. A moment later, he began to slide his finger in and out meanwhile rubbing my clit.

It was too fucking good, and yet, my heat kept building up, reaching new highs when Noah’s breath hovered over my pussy for a second before his mouth covered my clit and I gasped. Oliver smiled against my lips.

“How close are you, angel?” Oliver murmured. “Do you want to come on Noah’s mouth?!

I hummed frantically, and the room seemed to mirror me, an electric energy filling every corner as Noah and Oliver’s coordinated efforts continued. surrendered to the intoxicating sensations that enveloped me.

“Angel,” it was Oliver again. He nibbled at my earlobe. “I know this is not the best position for this, but I want you to suck me off while Noah eats you out. Think you can do that?”

I nodded. I wanted to taste him, too, despite being so close to my own climax as Noah’s mouth sucked and lapped at my clit and his fingers kept on playing, deliberately avoiding the spot inside of me that he knew so well.

Oliver removed his clothes, and this time I cursed the mask that kept me from admiring his inked body and his taut muscles, but specially, specially his beautiful cock.

“I’m going to move you closer.”

He maneuvered my body until it was drawn to the side edge of the bed. His knees were touching the mattress, and the scent of his dick filled my nostrils as he approached it to my lips.

“Open your mouth.”

He was big and thick. As soon as he made his way in, his weight was present on my tongue. He was right though, this wasn’t the best position, but I did my best to pleasure him and restrain myself from coming as Noah continued pleasuring me. Oliver let out a curse when my lips wrapped around him. With a hand, I grabbed his length, and I started moving my head in a rhythmic motion, trying to keep my moans from ruining my good job.

“Man, fuck, she feels amazing,” he said to Noah.

“I know,” Noah growled against my skin, sending shivers up and down my body. “She tastes the same.”

To that, my walls tightened at the second finger he slid in. A second after, he prodded that sensitive spot inside of me and plied it softly but without mercy.

“I could watch you like this all day,” Oliver murmured.

His words made me clench with helpless arousal. Then Noah stimulated my clit with a long, lagging drag of his tongue. I cried out and clutched the sheets.

“The way you scream only makes me want to taste you more, kitten.”

Was that supposed to be a warning?

“Too bad that’s not the plan.”

He withdrew, standing up. Oliver got ahold of his cock and pulled it away, one hand removing the mask from my eyes. Before my eyes fell to his hard and reddened cock, I looked at both. Noah was still fully dressed and had a dangerous smile playing on his lips, which were wet. The way he licked them while keeping his gaze locked on mine told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

“You did good,” Oliver said, claiming my attention again, touching my hair. He leaned in, holding himself on one hand next to my head as he kissed me. “If you’re ok to keep going, let’s see how good you ride me.”

Without giving me too much window for thought, he moved over me to lay down on the empty space on the bed next to me. As if frozen, I just followed him with my eyes as he accommodated a pillow behind his head and pumped his cock with a hand.

“Come over, angel.”

I looked at Noah. He gestured to go forward as he threw a condom packaging to Oliver.

With Noah’s approval and Oliver’s hand working the condom down his length, I got on top of him, only to hear a stern and sudden “no” coming from behind.

My brows furrowed at Noah’s word. Behind me, he ordered to turn around.

“I want you facing me while you ride him. Let him enjoy the view of that luscious ass while you give him the ride of his life.”

“Okay,” I muttered shyly.

I had never done this: riding a man’s cock while looking at another one. The idea made me dizzy.

“You okay to go on?” Noah asked, checking my face with a little line of worry on his forehead.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“Rub yourself against my cock, pretty girl,” Oliver commanded, his hands finding a place on my hips to help me guide my body against his.

He felt harder than he had been in my mouth. I looked down for two seconds just to see my folds glide against his length. The image was so erotic that I could feel a new amount of slick coming out of me. How wet can a girl get?

“That’s it. If you’re planning on killing me, you’re on the right track, doll. Now, lift your hips. I can’t wait to feel how tight you are again.”

I lifted myself, holding my weight on my knees. His tip pressed against my entrance. I was wet enough to make the journey in easy as hell. Oliver moaned as my body covered his length, inch by inch. I focused on the sound, holding my own moans as Noah held my chin high, his brown eyes demanding my gaze to remain on him.

Is this what you wanted? His eyes seemed to ask. ‘Cause we’ve got more to give you.

“Take my shirt off. Touch me. Ride him.”

Noah wasn’t one to ask the easy tasks, was he? I wasn’t one to give up without trying.

I lifted my hands to the hem of his shirt, only to be welcomed by a thrust from Oliver that made me whimper. How the hell was I supposed to focus on undressing Noah when I had Oliver moving inside of me? Guess I was bound to find out.

My hands trembled as I started to lift the cotton up, shoving the clothing up Noah’s abdomen, across his inked skin. He was as beautiful as Oliver, all those designs etched on their skins forever, as if they were works of art on their own right. I sensed Noah repressing a shiver when the shirt bunched under his arms and I yanked up, which made me rise my hips given that Noah’s height was above the average.

Oliver had been waiting for that moment to thrust in again, his cock filling every inch of me. I had missed how good he felt since the moment we had sex days ago.

“Oliver!” My head fell on Noah’s chest.

His hands found my wrists and he told me to keep going.

“Slowly. It doesn’t matter how hard he fucks you. You can hold it, I know.” There was a small reassurance in his voice as I bit my lip, my hips working on their own accord with Oliver’s body.

It was a struggle to remove his shirt off, but the moment I did I felt relieved at the touch of his bare shoulders under my fingers. One look down, and I was blessed with the sight of his bulge. If he didn’t remove his pants off soon, too, he would have a permanent mark there.

“Should I…?”

“Not yet,” Noah replied. “Hold on to me if you need to. Now move.”

“Just like you did on that dancefloor,” Oliver’s voice interceded.

I pulled Noah closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started swaying my hips in and up and down, a circling dance. Oliver’s sounds were music to my ears. No need for another Måneskin song or some beat in the background. His pleasure moans were all I needed, every word he uttered telling how good I felt, how good I moved around him.

I nearly bit Noah’s shoulder when he touched my clit.

I lost track of time. It was too good to be true; being fucked and touched by the two of them, praised and adored. The realization that I was walking a blade’s edge and that I was going to get hurt soon crossed my thoughts only to be buried under the pleasure I was feeling. I was going to explode.

“I think our girl here is ready to come, Oli.”

“Yes, please!”

“Come on, babydoll. It’s all yours,” Oliver encouraged.

Ecstasy ripped the sound from my throat as light, color, sensation, and heat all rushed inside of me, detonating through every nerve in my body. I jolted with an unmeasurable force, crying out so loud, perspiration making my body damp. My muscles turned as liquid as water.

“I got her,” I heard Noah say. Bless him, ‘cause I was sure I couldn’t manage on my shaking legs.

He picked up my body; one hand beneath my butt, another one at my back. I held onto him with little strength, my hands around his neck, my body limp.

While Oliver stood up, his breathing heavy, and walked to the small bin under the desk to deposit the used condom, Noah dropped down in the single armchair in the room, keeping me settled on his lap.

“You okay, doll?” Oliver asked from the other side. He ran a hand through his tousled hair. It had grown so much since I last saw him.

“Yeah. That was incredible.”

“Better than last time, huh?”“Sure you’re okay?” Noah asked then, moving my hair away from my face. I nodded. I shifted a bit to make sure I wasn’t hurting his erection. Just looking at it made me hungry again. I was still coming down from my high, but it was clear that the night had just started, and they were not done yet.

I wasn’t, either.

Noah was just pulling away from a soft kiss he had laid on my lips when I said: “Noah, I want you.”

“You’ll have me,” he promised, kissing my lips again. “Just have a little patience.”

“You said you wouldn’t have any with me tonight.”

“And I’m trying my best not to stick to my words,” he replied with a smile and a tender look in his eyes. “I want you to enjoy this as much as possible,” he continued, tracing two fingers through my jaw and to my chin. “Let me do it my way. I won’t disappoint you.”

I bit my lips, anxiety creeping in at the memory of our fight the night before.

He was moving me a moment later so that my back was settled against his bare chest and my legs spread open over his thighs. Oliver was approaching us with a determined stride.

I was sorting out the number of unholy scenarios that could unfold in the next five seconds when Noah said: “Oli, taste her.”

He fell to his knees in front of me, his eyes leveled with my pussy. I gasped at the image we were bringing to life. In this position, I was so desperately aware that my body was totally naked, wet, and at their mercy. I was seated on Noah’s lap, spread open, which meant that he could restrain me any time, whenever he pleased, while Oliver devoured me. My heart tripped over itself, beating triple time.

I was merciless.

Noah’s hand slid up from my chest to my neck, his fingers wrapping around my skin as he pulled my head back.

“Lean on me while he enjoys the feast, kitten.”

Oliver started with the skin on my inner thighs, moving slowly toward my throbbing pussy. I was a mess because I hadn’t been cleaned, and they were making it worse.

The hand of Noah that wasn’t wrapped around my neck moved to my breasts. He massaged them as he kissed my earlobe, the skin below, and my jaw.

“So fucking hungry, mate,” I heard Oliver mumble.

His mouth set on me, and I immediately fisted Oliver’s head to me while my other arm lifted to find Noah’s back hair, which I also grabbed between my fingers and pulled at as Oliver’s mouth worked on me.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“Feels good, kitten?” Noah whispered in my ear. “Does he eat you out as good as I do?”

“Yes. God, Oliver, please, don’t stop.”

His tongue pressed torturously slow over my clit, the tip toying with it, nearly with more friction than I could take. This was definitely better than the first time with him, and I couldn’t get enough. He pried me open with his thumbs and stroke his tongue all the way from my hole up, up, over the hard knot that my clit was. Dizziness swept over me.

This orgasm was going to burst over me in a flash like a fireball. I couldn’t believe myself, how fast I was ready to come when I had barely put my feet back on the ground after the first orgasm.

However, not even two minutes after his feast started, Oliver retreated and Noah’s hands released the hold they had on my neck and on my breasts.

“What’s wrong?” I asked breathless, lifting my head. “Why did you stop? Noah?”

I got so caught up for a couple of minutes, trying to see the look on Noah’s face over my shoulder and ignore the aching fire in my pussy that I missed the ripping of plastic coming from the desk where Oliver had moved to and where he was standing now.

“Get off of Noah’s lap,” he instructed, his voice rough, his erection back up again. “Get on your knees and face him. Unlace him and suck him. I will tell you how.”

“O-okay.”

I followed Oliver’s word without putting up a fight, but I wanted to tell him how rageful I felt at the fact that he had done the same thing as Noah. I wanted to come in their mouths, and yet, they hadn’t let me. I knew there was another orgasm waiting for me, but couldn’t it have been in their mouths? Ugh. I yearned for them.

I situated myself between Noah’s legs, sat back on my heels, and unlaced his sweatpants and pulled them down with his help. His cock sprung free, and it was oh so beautiful. Before I could speak or even touch him with my hands, Oliver gave me a nudge on the back and Noah slid his hand into my hair, luring me down, lowering me to his waiting gorgeous cock.

“Tease him,” Oliver ordered.

Noah raised an eyebrow at him.

Taking a deep breath, I skimmed my fingers up the insides of his thighs, slowly creeping my way towards his balls. Noah moaned as I fitted a hand under his testicles, lifted and cupped them. Gently rubbing my thumb across the soft surface, I licked my lips in anticipation, and I turned my attention to the stiff length of his cock.

I ran my tongue up his length, from base to crown, finding that spot on the underside that made him gasp.

“Holy fuck, kitten.”

He shifted so that his dick could go inside of my mouth, but I moved away and sent a sly look his way.

“Soon,” I taunted.

I kissed his thighs, the tattoos there. I fluttered my eyelashes at him. Seeing him so vulnerable did things to me, even though I knew it was a dangerous game.

“You do not want to play this game, kitty,” he said as he threaded his hands in my hair, grabbing a fistful.

Oliver was watching the show over my shoulder.

“Do as I say, angel,” Oliver said. “Put your mouth on him and suck him deep until I tell you to stop.”

“Yeah, suck me.”

I did so, sucking him inside my mouth, all the way to my throat.

Noah settled in with groans and whispered encouragement, head laid back. I smiled with my lips wrapped around him when a film of perspiration broke out across his chest, and he began to fuck my mouth with measured lunges of his hips.

He was just as delicious as Oliver was. What was I going to do when the night was over?

“Keep going,” Oliver commanded, setting himself behind me. “Grab onto his thighs and lift your ass, spread your legs, doll.” Not like I had much option for he was already working them open.

I was tempted to look back, but it proved to be unnecessary when Oliver kissed his way up my back and shoulder. A sex toy appeared in my line of vision as I sucked Noah. A satisfyer.

I swallowed, and Noah groaned at the tightness of my mouth.

“Have you ever used one of this?” Oliver asked.

I pulled Noah’s cock out of my mouth with a loud ‘pop’.

“Yeah,” I admitted with a strained voice, “but I don’t think I can’t take it right now. I’m too sensitive.”

“Don’t worry. Well just try. If it doesn’t feel good, we stop. You have the word.”

I nodded. Oliver disappeared behind me again, his voice reaching me in a hushed tone next. “But Noah told me you’re like a race car: once you’re heated up, you can go on for hours. And I definitely can’t say otherwise after our night together. You gave me a run for my money.”

“Shut up,” I said holding a giggle and slapping his thigh. Noah smiled through his pleasure and his expression warmed my heart. I had been so worried about the reasons why he decided to put us into this situation but seeing him as pleased as I was eased my worries.

“You have the word,” Oliver repeated, his word a whisper. “Put him back on that sweet hot mouth of yours.”

If it doesn’t feel good, we stop, Oliver had said.

Good lord, did it feel good. So. Fucking. Good. I was a mess in less than five minutes, and I was squirming under Oliver’s touch. His free hand was playing with my left nipple as his other one increased the speed of the suction every minute.

“Don’t let her come,” Noah instructed, the cadence of his voice rough and painful. The veins on his neck were tensing up as I sucked him.

“Don’t worry, mate.”

The more aroused I felt, the more voracious I got with Noah’s cock. I moaned around his thick erection, swiping my tongue across the fat head, curling my head around the base and squeezing up. I teased the underside of his balls, traced my finger around the crown.

“Damn it.” He was sweaty and speechless. Glorious.

“Angel, wanna give him some payback? Don’t let him come.”

“Oliver, bastard. This is not what we planned.”

“Stop complaining and enjoy her mouth,” he shot back at Noah as he moved the sex toy on my clit.

“I’m not complaining.”

“Guys…” I muttered at some point, when I couldn’t take the pleasure and I had to release Noah.

Both their laughs filled my ears. Their presences chilled me to the bone and heated me up until I was about to combust. That’s what they did to me.

“Okay, doll,” Oliver called out, giving me a break and kissing the dimples in my lower back. “This is how it’s going to go. You’re not going to come until Noah does. He wants to share this orgasm with you. So, the quicker you want to come, the better you’re going to have to suck him. You ready?”

I wanted to say yes to everything, but my mouth was already full with Noah’s big, heavy length again, and Oliver had placed the satisfyer right on my clit again.

“That’s it, baby. You can take me deeper. Yes, good girl. Fuck yeah.”

One minute. I knew Noah’s cock as well as my own hand.

It took me one minute to get him to trip over the edge.

“I’m going to come. Fuuuck!”

As he spilled into my mouth, my orgasm washed over me. I pulled out, swallowing quickly. I muffled my screams on Noah’s thigh. I’m sure my nails dig hard into his skin as I held onto his thighs for dear life.

After a minute, or perhaps five, I was being lifted from the floor, my knees aching despite the carpet. Oliver carried me to the bed and settled down beside me, his hands exploring every inch of my body, delivering comforting massages while his lips left a trail of kisses here and there. His soothing voice accompanying the lingering dizziness in my head.

“I’m never letting you near me with that toy again.”

“Oh, is that a complaint?” He snorted, amused.

I couldn’t hide my smile.

“If my orgasms are just going to keep getting bigger, I might pass out in the next one. Just letting you know.”

I had never experienced more than three orgasms in an hour. The credit, of course, belonged entirely to Noah. Tonight, I had the feeling that they were determined to surpass any previous record, adding it to the fact that there were four hands, two mouths, and two cocks in the game. I was flooded with a mix of both excitement and apprehension.

“That’s not going to happen,” Noah declared.

Oliver’s lips met mine, reigniting the excitement as his hands explored my body avoiding my nipples and pussy. Noah, having recovered from his own orgasm, observed us for a moment before his arousal stirred again.

The stamina of these two was something out of this world. They were glorious on stage, but naked and sweaty, hair messed up and muscles all tense? That was something else.

As Oliver planted kisses on my belly, I noticed Noah near the desk, holding a red silk rope and playing with it in his hands.

He blindfolded me again, adding an extra layer of intensity by tying my hands above my head with the rope.

“Is it too tight?” Noah inquired.

“My pussy is,” I boldly replied, biting my lip.

“Stop tempting me and being so feisty. You know I’m going to fuck you. Your pussy won’t be that tight when we’re through with you.”

“Amen to that,” Oliver chimed in. He had left the bed to grab a bottle of water from the mini fridge. He sat on the bed a few seconds later and lifted my head carefully, guiding my lips to the bottle. “We need you to stay hydrated. Drink some.”

I gladly did, welcoming the reliving liquid as it poured down my throat.

“Thank you.”

“Noah.”

He passed the bottle to him, and I heard Noah gulping down water until the bottle was emptied. He threw it into the bin where Oliver’s used condom lay at the bottom.

“I was thinking…” Oliver started to say, “of tying her to the bedposts. What do you think, Noah? Should we keep the blindfold on and tie her to the bedposts? Play with her, keep her on edge for hours until she’s begging us to fill her up?

“Not a bad idea,” Noah replied, the playfulness from Oliver’s tone missing in his.

“Don’t you dare,” I mumbled, my wrists rubbing against each other due to my restraint. I was tempted to close my legs.

It was too much, being laid totally naked and wet in a hotel bed while two hot tattooed and very naked men eyed me and devoured me with their gazes. Even if my sight was restricted by the black sleeping mask Noah had put on me moments ago, I could feel their hunger in my bones.

Then, I felt Noah’s breath on my mouth.

“Watch us, kitten.”

It was a threat that made me tremble with anticipation.

“Ohh,” Oliver wailed, opening my legs wider with a hand on my knee. “Someone likes the idea,” he said, aware of my slickness. It was embarrassing.

“It’s not funny,” I whispered.

“Says the girl who chose ‘antivist’ as a safe word,” Oliver reeled in.

Noah lightly grazed my lips with his teeth.

“I could say the same thing to you about that performance you put on the dancefloor knowing that it would get my dick hard as fuck and I could do nothing about it until we had you in this hotel bed,” Noah replied, his voice hoarse.

“He’s got a point,” Oliver agreed.

“Spread her open,” Noah commanded. “What’s the time?”

“We’re good,” Oliver replied, following Noah’s words and stretching my legs as open as he could, leaving me totally accessible for whatever he and Noah intended to do. “A couple more minutes.”

“A couple more minutes for what?”

“You don’t get to ask questions tonight, doll,” Oliver reminded me.

His hands were replaced by Noah’s, and the mattress dipped at his weight. He settled right between my legs, his skin brushing mine. I wanted to touch him, but I knew better than that, so I remained still.

A hand cupped my left breast, and it amazed me how easily I could identify that touch as Oliver’s. He massaged my flesh for a few seconds before his fingers moved to my hardened nipple. I arched toward him, needing his touch, but he moved away, leaving me and Noah alone in the bed.

“I need to have you, baby,” Noah whispered.He rubbed his cock against my folds and I gasped. Yes!

Instead of entering me, he grabbed my legs, lifting them up while warming his palms to the inside of my thighs.

“I love your thighs, you know that?”

I did, but I shrugged my shoulders as he settled my ankles on his shoulders.

“You only say it when you’re lost in the pleasure.”

“Hmm.”

I wish I could read his thoughts, see what he saw when he had me underneath him, if he thought I was beautiful or something more than that, if my body drove him crazy.

Maybe he didn’t need words to convey that, but I still needed them. If he couldn’t give them to me yet, at least I wanted his body.

“Noah, please.”

He settled right where I wanted him. In one slow thrust, he was in.

“The way you feel around me… Dear God.”

“Yesss…”

“You’re so wet. Is this what we did to you?”

I nodded frantically.

“Answer me. I want to hear you,” he said, the roughness of his voice betrayed by the soft kisses he peppered down my knees and thighs. He was moving so slowly that I was about to lose my mind.

“Yes. Yes, Noah. I’m so wet because of what you and Oliver did to me.”

“Christ,” was his reply through clenched teeth. “You have no idea how much you tempt me. All the time.”

Without warning, he spread my legs apart and his body covered mine entirely, his mouth coming down to meet mine to kiss me hard and deep. He stayed still for a second, then. When I wriggled my hips, his hand pressed down my hip to kiss me still. I was not expecting his next words, at least not that night, in that situation.

“I’m sorry for the way I treated you the other night.”

After processing the meaning of his words, I let out a long sigh, sinking into the mattress with his weight on top of mine.

Well, I thought, you’re definitely making up for it now.

“You don’t deserve an idiot like me,” he continued. His lips so close to mine, but he wasn’t kissing me. He was waiting.

“You’re not an idiot,” I told him softly. I wished my hands were free so that I could touch his cheek. “Well, maybe a little,” I continued with a little of sassiness.

He thrusted hard and I screamed.

“Clearly, huh.”

Clearly, I agreed. I clamped my pussy around him, knowing what it did to him. He growled and tried to go faster, harder, only to withdrew not even a minute later.

Shit.

“No, Noah. Why?”

“You’re going to make me lose it.”

“Isn’t that the point?” I questioned.

“Not exactly,” I wanted further explanation, but then he called to Oliver two seconds right before somebody knocked on the door.

I froze.

“Don’t worry,” Noah said, hovering over me. His naked body, his erection covered in my slick, so close to me again. “They can’t see us from here.”

He touched my cheek with his knuckles while I heard Oliver moving around and putting on some clothes.

He opened the door.

The minute it took him to come back had me dreading with questions and tempted to remove the blindfold. As he came back, his laugh filled the room and my ears.

“We’re going to have so much fun with you.”

“What is it?” I couldn’t help but ask when I felt Oliver setting something on the bedside table.

Noah lay a finger on my lips.

“No questions. Just feel, okay?”

A few seconds later, something cold and wet touched my chest and I cried out.

“Cold?” Oliver inquired, sliding the ice cube between my breasts.

“Fucker,” I muttered.

“Exactly. Noah, help yourself.”

No. Not the two of them, oh Go—“Ahh!”

Noah was on the other side of the bed, sat at my side, ice cube between his fingers as he traced a circle around my nipple. Oliver had slipped his to my navel, where a droplet of water filled the space of my belly button.

“Guys, please… Not this game,” I whimpered.

“What fun would we get if we listened to you?” Oliver questioned. I could tell by the direction of his voice that he was kneeled at my right side. He traced the shape of my navel as Noah drew an eight around my breasts.

“I can’t tell you how beautiful you look spread out like this for us, all vulnerable and wet.”

Noah’s words sent a shiver down my spine only to make me arch my back when his tongue traced the wet pat the ice had left on my skin.

“Such a sweet girl.” That was Oliver, his tongue having found my skin, too, now playing with my navel.

I was doomed.

I’m going to die.

“We’re not going to let that happen.”

Oh. I was so far gone I didn’t realize I had said that out loud. Had it been Oliver who said that? Or Noah?

Who cared, after all. They were both being a fucking dream. I wasn’t in the condition to think clearly, but a voice in the back of my head told me that I would never recover from this night. Not only from the physical imprint it would leave on my body with all their kissing, licking, and love biting as they played with the ice on my skin, down my belly, all over my legs, on my neck, but from the emotional damaged that I was bound to suffer.

I rejected those thoughts as I felt Noah’s tongue on my nipple, the piece of ice cube now small trapped in his mouth and touching my hard nipple whenever Noah’s tongue wasn’t flicking it.

Oliver’s large palm caressed my leg from my ankle to my hip, all the while kissing my lower belly, very close to my pussy. He sucked at the droplets of water that had filled my navel. When he was done, he picked another cube and traced the line where my pubic hair started growing, teasing me.

“Oliver… Please…”

“Because you sound so fuckin’ sweet.”

The ice touched my clit, then slid down my pussy. I couldn’t control my breathing anymore, and neither could I take hold of the cries coming out of my mouth. Noah left me nipples for a moment to check on me, asking me if I was okay.

I was, or I thought so. I didn’t know. I wanted Oliver to stop and at the same time I wanted more.

Noah removed the mask. I had tears in my eyes when his brown, comforting gaze fell on me.

“Can you take more, kitten? If you can’t, we’ll stop right there.”

Oliver lifted the ice cube from my skin, waiting for my response.

I looked down at him.

“I… I…” I closed my eyes. “I don’t think I can. It’s too much, too cold.”

“Alright,” Oliver concluded, getting up. “No more teasing. You want to come, doll?”

I turned my head on the pillow to send a pleading look his way.

“Please?”

“You’ve got it, princess.”

Dropping the nearly melted ice cube on the bucket, he bent down to kiss my lips. They were cold but he was more than welcome to never leave my side if he kept kissing me like that.

“Kitten,” Noah’s call.

“Yeah?” At that point, I couldn’t even recognize my voice. It was strained and weak.

“I want you to ride Oliver. This time facing him.”

I suddenly felt like I was back alone in a room with him, that the space that had been growing between us was there again. Why didn’t he want to share an orgasm with me? I wanted to come around his cock and wanted him to spill himself inside of me, with or without condom. I truly couldn’t care in my state of mind.

He must have seen my face because he said: “The best part is yet to come.”

Was that supposed to reassure me? Make me feel better?

“I want you to come,” I told him, regaining some self-control, if you could call it that…

“I will.”

“Inside of me. Now,” I lifted my hips towards him, who was now standing at the end of the mattress, his desire and torment obvious in the way his cock stood up, hard and red.

“No,” he shook his head, his stare steady. “That’s not how we planned it.”

“I don’t care. I want to come with you.”

“You’re not ready yet.”

He was really pushing my buttons. I didn’t want to end up fucking Oliver just for the sake of getting back at Noah. This wasn’t what I wanted the night to turn into.

“What game are you playing?” I asked him, pressing my thighs together, forbidding him from seeing me. Above my head, Oliver untied the rope and fred my hands.

“We’re just building you up for the biggest orgasm of your life, doll,” he added, sensing the building tension between Noah and me.

“So let us give it to you, and we will give you our release, too.”

I furrowed my brows at both of them, and glared at Noah before I let Oliver lay on the bed, my movements reluctant. Oliver cuddled me to his side and his green gaze softened until he convinced me. They were doing this for my pleasure above theirs. Whatever reason Noah had to being avoidant of coming undone with me yet would surface in a while.

“Let me make love to you again, sweet thing.”

Oliver helped me straddle him again. He was beautiful and looked all mine laying underneath him. I let all my worries and uncertainties fly away as I confidently put on the condom, thenn grabbed his cock in my hand and positioned it at my entry.

I sank down, feeling all of him, moaning in unison with him.

“You fill me up, Oliver,” I confided, letting myself go again.

Whatever unresolved feelings were there, occupying the room while the three of us fucked each other’s brains out, would be dealt with come morning. Not now.

“I know, sweetheart. You’re so tight on me. I wish I could keep doing this every fucking night. I wouldn’t get tired of it.”

All of a sudden, the mattress dipped behind me.

Noah.

He settled onto his knees, between Oliver’s spread legs, his thighs brushing mine.

Noah’s hand caressed the curve of my ass and, unexpectedly, two fingers delicately slipped between my ass cheeks, applying a cool liquid.

I tensed, bracing myself against Oliver’s hard abdomen.

“Noah?”

“I know,” his voice reassured, soft and calm. “I told you we would give you the best orgasm of your life. Here it comes. We’ll take it easy. I promise.”

Oh.

This meant…

A threesome, in all the sense of the word.

“But we’ve never… I’ve never…”

“I know. I want to be the first one. Will you let me?”

I took a deep breath.

Let go, the voice in my head said.

I closed my eyes and gripped Oliver’s skin. His hands were on my hips, his thrumbs tracing soothing circles.

“Yes. Yes, Noah. Please.”

“When you say it like that… Damn it. You’re going to kill me.” He placed his hands above Oliver’s. His cock rubbed my left ass cheek and I trembled.

“We’ll go slow. I’m going to slide a finger in. It shouldn’t hurt. Just realx, okay? If you feel any pain, you let me know.”

“Okay.”

Breathe in, breathe out.

“There we go…” He whispered.

When his long digit slid in and I took in the feeling of it and oliver’s cook both inside of me, I moaned.

“Feels good?” Oliver asked, staying still as a statue. The veins on his neck threatening to burst if he had to wait much longer.

“Yes. It feels… strange but good. I like it.”

“Good,” Noah encouraged. “Be honest with us, okay? Your well-being is our priority, despite what you think.”

“I know,” I cried as he moved the finger in and out, increasing the speed every seconds.

Then, he let me know he was going to introduce a second one. With both in, he stretched me, taking his time to make sure I was okay, that I was getting familiar with the intrusion.

“Can you take it, doll?”

“Yes, Oliver. God, it’s… good. I want more. Please.”

Noah kissed my shoulder, obviously satisfied with my reaction and my honest answer. I loved pleasing him. Pleasing both. I couldn’t wait to have them inside of me at the same time, feel them stretch me out and have them come undone at the same time I did.

“Do you think you can take me, baby?”

I opened my eyes and swallowed. Clearly, Noah’s cock was not the size of two of his fingers. It was much bigger, and I wasn’t experienced in anal sex at all. However, I trusted him. I trusted Oliver. I had a safe word, and they had kept on reassuring me that this would end whenever I said so.

“I want to try,” I answered, finding comfort in Oliver’s green earthy gaze. “I want to feel you. I want you and Oliver inside of me.”

“That’s a fucking honest answer, kitten,” his comment made me doubt, then he added, “I can’t wait to make it real for you.”

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” he said, kissing my shoulders and my hair. He moved the wild strands to one side. The breeze making me shiver. “Hold still,” he indicated Oliver.

I felt him, then. Fingers out. Condom on. Noah’s hands parting my cheeks gently. “Take a deep breath, baby. Push down as I push in, yeah? We’re not going to let anything happen to you. This will feel good, I promise.”

“I trust you,” I breathed out, my mind filled with cotton.

“Thank you for that.”

One more kiss on my sweaty back and there it was, slick and hard against my entrance.

He pushed in a fraction, and his head entered me. There was pressure, but no pain, only the one igniting at the press of his fingers digging into my hips, which I didn’t mind. I forced myself to breathe.

“Push down, baby.”

I did. A sharp edge of pain sliced me. A couple of small thrusts that turned into bigger ones later and…

“Christ,” Noah’s voice shook my entire body. A contained groan. Below me, Oliver’s mouth was agape, as if he could feel it, too.

Noah shoved forward again, easing in another few inches, the last ones. I cried out.

“Damn it, this is fucking tight… Baby?”

I couldn’t speak. I was lost in the pleasure, holding myself in hands and knees, my palms pressing down on Oliver’s stomach. His breathing ragged. I imagined it was because it suddenly got tighter there, between my legs.

I felt Noah retreating and I wanted to whimper.

“Fuck. Oli, is she okay?”

“She’s better than okay, mate. You should see her face. This is… It just got so freaking tight.”

“Kitten, I need you to use your words and tell me you’re okay or I’m going to pull out.”

“No! No, don’t! I’m okay. I’m fine. Just— Can you go slow? I need to… get used to the both of you.”

I felt Noah untensing behind me, and slowly, very slowly, he started pushing back inside. As he sank his cock inside of me, his body leaned forward. He pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades. Another one in my shoulder. With one hand he moved my hair to one side again, the movement of his hand ever so gentle. Then, his breath was on my ear.

“You’re doing so good for us. You’re incredible.”

“Can you feel us both, doll?” Oliver’s voice mingled with Noah.

I was in cloud nine. There was pain, yes, but it had nothing to do with the waves of pleasure that were swallowing me. And we hadn’t even started moving yet.

“It’s so fucking tight.”

“Oliver, please. Noah. Move. I need it. I need you.”

“You have us, baby girl.”

“We’re all yours, princess.”

Then the friction started, and I never felt anything like it. I thought I was going to die. The first few minutes were excruciating, the burning sensation spreading through every inch of my body. The fact that I was sheltering the two of them constricted the space for each of them which made everything tighter around them and more intense for me. I had never felt so full.

“Man, I can feel your dick. This is insane.”

“I know,” Noah replied.

“Faster,” I implored.

They didn’t change the pace. When I opened my eyes, Oliver was looking at me, studying my face.

“I can take it,” I assured him, my hand sliding up his chest until my fingers found his jaw. I leaned down and kissed him. It was a sloppy kiss. Noah was moving behind me. We were covered in sweat. I couldn’t contain my moans.

At some point Noah grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up, my back colliding with his sweaty chest. In a second, I had one of his hands squeezing my breast, the other one sliding down until he found my pussy and his index finger and thumb found my clit.

I let out a cry and grabbed onto his thigh with one hand and onto his arm with the other.

“That’s it,” he growled against my hair. “Let us hear you. You’re clamping down on us and it’s so fucking good. You’re a goddess, baby. I should’ve told you before. I should’ve told you every single time I was buried deep to the hilt inside of you.”

“Noah!”

“Fuck, man. What are you saying to her? She’s tightening so much she’s gonna make me come in two seconds.”

“Don’t.” Noah told him, returning to his seriousness as he held me. “We’re going to come with her. We don’t come until she does. That was the plan.”

“I wasn’t expecting this. Angel, you’re… damn.”

Noah sent one last warning to Oliver.

A moment later, I bent down on Oliver’s body again because I couldn’t keep myself straight. He wrapped his arms around me, and Noah took the chance to grab my hips and guide me towards him as I fought to get Oliver in and out of me again.

“Oliver, God…!”

“No God, babe. Just me and Noah.”

I was going to die. Right there right then. This time for real. Yes.

“Touch yourself.”

I swear it was both of them speaking their voices giving the same command. I was mastered, and I didn’t want it any other way. I obeyed. I screamed as my orgasm swallowed me whole, only as another one came rolling in as Noah’s and Oliver’s wails filled the room as they came into the condoms.

We were so fucking loud, I’m still surprised no one called to let us know that the people next door had complained about the noise.

I had tears running down my cheek as I recovered from the brutal experience I had just gone through.

When Oliver and Noah retreated, I felt as empty as ever. I wasn’t able to move. It took them a while to be able to react themselves. Only when they had regained some control over their arm and legs they managed to move me to the mattress.

They cleaned me up and placed kisses on my shoulders and belly as the other whispered how good I had been and how amazing I had made them feel. Noah asked if I was okay twice, trying hard to make my eyes focus on him. But I was too gone for that. I was okay, really, but I was left with no energy. Three orgasms, or had it been four? I had lost count when both of them pounded into me in a synchronized dance that made me experience a new whole definition of the word ‘orgasm’.

Oliver’s arms wrapped around me, tucking me against his chest. I loved the smell of him, the way his skin clung to mine. I didn’t want to let go ever.

“We’re going to have shower sex in the morning if you’re not too sore,” he whispered after pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose, “after we call room service and we feed you some pancakes and fruit. How does that sound?”

“Hmm. Too good to be true, honestly…” I muttered, falling into a slumber with a smile plastered on my lips.

Noah’s laugh warmed my entire body as he gently ran a cotton towel between my legs again.

“Let’s get you dressed, baby.”

I let them do. Between the two, they slipped a huge t-shirt on and put on some white cotton panties that Noah found in my suitcase. He ran a smoothing hand down my hair and kissed my forehead before he excused himself to the bathroom.

I fell asleep for a while, or maybe it was just a couple of minutes. I couldn’t know. I had lost track of time the moment we had entered the room long ago. When I opened my eyes, oliver was still by my side, propped on one elbow and looking down at me as if I was something worth to be adored.

He slowly leaned down, careful, and gently pressed his lips to mine. My hand found the spot behind his neck and I pulled him toward me with whatever ounce of energy I had regained while I slept.

We kissed for a while. I was in heaven cocooned in the safety of his big, tattooed arms.

Until I was suddenly overtaken by a wave of fear. I pulled away, startled, and looked for Noah only to find him coming towards the other side of the bed and getting under the covers, clad in his boxers.

I felt relieved. I slid to him when he laid down, looking for the comfort of his body. I couldn’t get enough with just one.

It was starting to dawn on me that I needed them both, and that was very dangerous.

Noah touched my hair and then my cheek. I crawled up his chest until I could feel his lips on mine. He was fresh and soft, regardless of how fierce he’d been with me a while ago. That’s what I loved about him. About Oliver. They were a combination of danger and safety that sated my needs perfectly.

Noah let me kiss him slowly, pouring into him my gratitude for this night. When I pulled away, we looked at each other as if this was the last sunset we would spend together, so I begged him not to go.

“Stay till morning?”

He grabbed my face in his two huge hands and brought his lips closer to mine.

“I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Oliver’s chest pressed against my back and he his lips kissed the side of my neck.

“Sleep now. Get some rest. You’re in good hands.”

I moved one arm back so that my hand could rest against Oliver’s thigh.

Feeling the skin of both Oliver and Noah under my hands, I took a deep breath, let out a small giggle, and lost consciousness.

The night was far from over, though.

I was deep in my sleep, head resting against Noah’s chest and one arm wrapped over his torso when I felt a hand sneaking down the covers to my pussy.

Oliver woke me up. When he was sure I was conscious and wet enough, he pulled me away from Noah and sat me astride on his lap. His cock already hard. He put on a condom. My panties off.

“Am I going to get enough of you?”

I was nearing my orgasm when I felt a third hand on my thigh and Noah’s hoarse voice reached my dizzy head.

“Hold it. I want you to come on my cock. Let Oliver get what he wants.”

I wasn’t sure I had the energy in me to do so, but Oliver’s release came soon and before I could realize I was being moved, I was in Noah’s lap, his thick length sliding inside of me and settling in a snug fit.

“Lay on me,” he instructed seeing how energiless I felt.

I hid my face in the croak of his neck. Beside from his perfume he smelt like Oliver, all man and sex.

“Let me know when you’re getting there. I’ll follow you,” he whispered in my ear. He bent his legs and started thrusting, a deadly cadence.

Oliver had left the bed to clean himself up and drink some water. When he returned, I was laying powerless on top of Noah, no ounce of energy left in me. Noah’s hands were roaming up and down my back, his lips kissing my hair.

I peered at Oliver from under my eyelashes. I felt so used and satisfied. No wonder whatever minutes or hours I had got of sleep felt like the best I’d had in a very long time.

“Aren’t you guys supposed to be up early for soundcheck?”

“Are you in a rush?” Oliver joked.

“Why are you so concerned?” Noah asked, caressing my cheek with his tattooed knuckles.

“I can spend the whole day in bed, which I will, but you two need to get up early and… I don’t even know what time it is, but I’m guessing early?”

“Well, not every night we get a sweet thing like you in bed so,” Oliver was back in bed, and I felt full and stuffed with joy as he snuggled against me and Noah. “Don’t worry about us. How are you feeling?”

“Super sore and spent, but I’m… surprisingly happy and good.”

Noah smiled against my hair and his arms tightened around me for two seconds before he let go.

“Come here,” Oliver encouraged.

That was Noah cue to get up, remove the condom, and visit the bathroom.

I laid down with one of my legs on top of Oliver’s, my head on his chest, getting accustomed to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat under his skin, a lullaby I could fall asleep to.

“What am I going to do when you go back to the States?” His whisper reached my bones, making me get goosebumps. I was suddenly scared, my stomach felt empty, and my heart…

I lifted my head and put a hand over his mouth.

“Let’s not talk about it.”

As we held each other’s gaze, I knew that the conversation would have to happen sooner or later. It was not something I looked forward to, much less to the day in which I’d have to get back on a plane and cross the Atlantic Ocean.

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. Before they could, Oliver seized my wrist to move it away from his mouth. His huge hands cradled my cheeks, and he brought my face to his, his mouth kissing me deeply.

“It’s okay,” he mumbled very softly against my lips.

The bathroom door opened, and Noah came back, running a hand through his brown locks. The sweet smile on his lips made the knot on my stomach tighter. I made grabby hands to him, and he gladly occupied his spot on the left side of the bed.

I had one hand on Noah’s chest and the other on Oliver’s.

Mine, a voice in my head screamed.

“Oli, can you remind Noah that he promised to be here in the morning?”

“I’m going to tie him to the bed with that silky rope he brought. He’ll be here. Don’t worry.” Our voices were a whisper in the dark silent room.

“What was that?” Noah inquired, his arm wrapping around my naked back and tracing sweet patterns on it. I desperately needed a shower, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the bed. “Did I hear somebody wants to get tied up again?”

I whined.

“I’m tired.”

“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” he said, kissing my hairline. “Otherwise, I’d get you back on all fours, push your head down the mattress, and fuck that sweet little pussy again.”

“Brute,” I mumbled.

Oliver’s laugh shook me as I rested on him.

Funny how things turn out.

I wasn’t sure what woke me up. It wasn’t the sun because it was 6am when I opened my eyes again. It was dark outside. And cold. Inside the room, however, it was warm. As I shifted, I realized I was trapped between two large male, tattooed bodies, and that a sweet pain had settled between my legs.

Maybe it was the soreness that woke me up. Or the irresistible desire and need to see their faces again. I had dreamed of them while they slept on each of my sides. What’s that they say about reality being better than dreams? Well, I got everything. A wonderful reality and then dreams about it. It couldn’t get any better than this.

Noah was sleeping on his back, his head angled towards me, partially obscured by my hair. I spent a while savoring the details of his features, his perfect nose, the slender lips, the subtle growth of stubble along his jawline and above his upper lip. He was not a kid anymore. He was all grown up and pure man. I was tempted to trace a finger on his eyebrow, but I feared waking him up. He looked so peaceful, and he definitely needed that sleep.

What mattered the most was that he hadn’t broken his promise. He was still there, laying in the same bed where we had made love, one arm wrapped around me, his expression soft and sweet.

I dared to press a light kiss to his cheek and turned to the other side, my eyes filling with joy at the sight of Oliver on his stomach, his head also angled toward me, mouth slightly open, hair falling over his eyes. He was mesmerizing even in that state. I noticed a small red spot on his jaw. I remembered biting him while him and Noah were fucking me at the same time, I just didn’t think it would leave a mark.

I kissed it better.

As I moved above him to get up from the bed, I heard my name leave his lips in a questioning tone.

“Bathroom,” I hushed back.

He let go, mumbling something and settling his head back down on the pillows.

When I stood in front of the mirror after peeing and washing my face, only clad in my cotton panties and Oliver’s Cannibal Corpse t-shirt, I noticed a similar red spot on my thigh. It wasn’t one, but too many. Red and purple splotches covering me from head to toe, love bites that, as I lifted the t-shirt, revealed themselves. They went from my thighs to my neck, some of them on my breasts and others on my hips.

I was about to smile when a ray of sunshine entered from the thin blinds in the bathroom window, illuminating my side.

A new day, a new… me?

I tiptoed out of the bathroom, insecurity clinging to me like a second skin.

Instead of crawling back to the warm spot between Noah and Oliver tempting bodies, the comfy thick bedsheets calling to me, too, I stood there, watching the men.

My boys.

What had I done?

I couldn’t contain the fear that surged within me, threatening to swallow me whole.

This wasn’t how things worked, getting fucked by the men you admired the most and then carrying on with life as if nothing happened. This wouldn’t fix anything. It wouldn’t fix me and Noah, and it would definitely fuck Oliver and I because… Because this hadn’t just been a mind-blowing fuck. This had been much more, and I’d be lying to myself if I said it hadn’t.

Every single emotion and feeling that filled me up during the night was gone. I felt empty. I felt guilty. I had brought this upon us. I had been the one to ask for it. I had put Oliver into this crazy mess when he had made it clear the first night we slept together that we were just friends having fun. Now it was obvious we were beyond that. The way his eyes pleaded to me after he asked me what would happen when I flew back home… My heart started breaking.

Then, there was Noah, who would have never ever considered sharing his girl. I had forced him on this despite his attempt at opening up to me the night we argued. How clear his stance had been… How jealous at the thought that Oliver had had me to himself, alone in his hotel room.

And yet, I didn’t care, and he was so good, so good to me, that he had chosen my desire over anything, no matter how much it cost him.

I was in pieces. They would be too, when they opened their eyes.

Despite Noah’s promise of being by my side come morning, I was the one that failed to keep her words. I gathered an outfit from my suitcase, my boots, my phone, ignore the ache between my legs, the memory of being sat on Noah’s lap on the armchair, his hand around my neck, Oliver on his knees, his mouth on me.

I aimed toward the door.

I dared to steal one last glance at my boys from the threshold.

My gorgeous boys.

I promised myself I would never hurt them this way again. It wouldn’t matter how much I craved them, their bodies, their scents, their kisses, their hearts… It wouldn’t matter how much they tried to convince me that I was wrong. I wouldn’t hurt them again.

I wiped a tear that slid from my eye and silently left the room.

PART THREE

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scarasweetheart · 2 years

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a sweetheart's holiday.

character: xiao

genre: fluff (and smut)

summary: xiao didn't quite understand what this "valentine's day" was all about, but he figured he could indulge you in your silly little mortal festivities anyway.

warnings: gn afab reader; domestic ish xiao (he's trying); semi lazy writing ??; praise; it was supposed to be lovemaking but 🙁 i was cut short on time; implied overstim; creampie ?; a leetol bit of teasing; mentions of drool ???? idek have fun w this yall

a/n: i gave the fuck up on this im not even gonna lie to yall i just do not have the time to go into my usual detail LFMAOAOAOOO (i def think u can see where i gave up but 🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯) // not proofread rip

xiao didn't know much of anything in regards to human customs and cultures, and so, this naturally extended to holidays as well (save for the lantern rite festival). so whenever valentine's day rolled around, xiao didn't have a clue as to why he saw more couples out n about or why everyone was suddenly so ........... what was the phrase again? "lovey dovey?" yeah, that's the one.

but when he saw how excited you were, cooing at any couples you could see from your place on the uppermost balcony of the inn, xiao found himself biting back his pride and shyly asking you what today was and why everyone was making such a big deal out of it.

"today's valentine's day!" you cheered, taking xiao's hands into your own. "it's a couple's holiday, and a celebration of love! generally you give your lover a gift — like flowers or chocolate! — and shower each other in love!"

there was a short pause before xiao simply responded with a "why?" you could see the gears turning in his head, and you saw the way his brows furrowed slightly, like he was still processing what you were saying.

"why? ah– well. hm. y'know, don't worry about the why! it's a lovely, little holiday!" you beamed, releasing xiao's hands in favor of cupping his face instead and pulling him in for a tender kiss (nearly catching him off guard).

melting under your touch, xiao still didn't quite understand what this "valentine's day" was about, but he figured he could indulge you in your silly little mortal festivities.

xiao thought that getting flowers for you would be a menial task, but with how little time he actually spent in the harbor he so dutifully protected, he didn't have a clue where to go, and he was too stubborn and prideful to ask someone for help.

after wandering around the city for what felt like hours (it was maybe fourty-five minutes), xiao let out an agitated huff before teleporting to qingyun peak, settling instead on picking the flowers him damnself.

the last thing xiao expected when he reappeared in your room of the inn was to see you sprawled out on the bed in a pretty, pink babydoll lingerie set he had yet to see you in.

seeing xiao materialize into the room out of the corner of your eye, you were quick to sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. giggling quietly at the violent blush on his face, you stood up and moved to close the distance between you and him (the way he took half a step back didn't go unnoticed by you).

"i — i, uh," he paused to clear his throat before holding up the small bouquet of hand-picked flowers, "i got these for you," he mumbled, refusing to meet your gaze. biting back a laugh that you knew would be misinterpreted, you gingerly took the bouquet from him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

to think, adeptus xiao, could be so easily flustered! tongue-tied and blushing like a mortal! you'd surely be the death of him.

"they're so pretty! did you pick them yourself?" all xiao gave you in return was a curt nod. he'd never admit it, but (not so) deep down, he had a soft spot for you — he was a gentle soul by nature, and there was hardly a thing he wouldn't do for you; so what was a lil flower picking?

"i know it's not much, but," you began, stepping just far enough away from xiao so that he could drink in your figure and see the pretty new lingerie you had bought for today specifically. "i got you this!" grinning and biting your lip at the way he gulped and how his eyes glazed over with lust (and adoration).

setting the bouquet on the nightstand, you sat back down on the edge of the bed, legs spread slightly. looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, xiao very quickly took the hint and made his way over to the bed. nudging your knees further apart, he took his place between your legs. leaning in so close, you could feel his breath fan across your face, xiao hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering across his amber eyes.

cupping his face, you pulled him in for a tender kiss, leaning back onto the bed as you did so, forcing him to follow suit.

"i love you," you muttered against his lips, fingers threading themselves into his hair. "i love you so, so much, xiao, you have no idea. my lovely boy."

there was a beat of silence as xiao processed what you had just said. your words had his eyes glossing over with tears, and sent a pang through his heart. gods, what could he have ever possibly done to deserve you?

xiao didn't say anything in return, opting to kiss you again instead, but the look on his face coupled with his rosy cheeks let you know that he felt the same.

shifting so that his thigh was in between your own, xiao smirked when he felt you grind your clothed cunt down against his leg. letting out a soft gasp, xiao took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, further deepening the kiss.

"x–xiao," you mewled as one of his hands trailed its way down your body, touch feather light. shuddering when his fingers began circling your clit through your panties, you tugged at his hair, only to let out a whimper when he bit your lip in return.

"pretty," xiao mumbled as he broke away from the kiss. his voice was little more than a whisper, and you felt your heart flutter with the way he looked at you. "so, so pretty," he breathed, eyes full of love, and a little bit of awe — like you were the most beautiful celestial body he'd ever seen, and he just couldn't look away.

leaning in to kiss you once more, your hips bucked involuntarily against his hand as his fingers resumed their ministrations against your clit.

"i've barely touched you and you're already soaked," he cooed, chuckling at the wet patch forming on your pretty, pink panties.

"i– i'd gotten myself all worked up while i was waiting for you," you shyly confessed, heat rising to your cheeks.

huffing at the smirk that curled at the corners of his lips, you smacked his arm playfully before pulling at the hem of his shirt.

"how impatient," he teased, swatting your hand away so he could pull his shirt off himself. truth be told, xiao was just as impatient as you were (if not moreso).

"aa–aah! xiao!" you whined, nails digging into the skin of his back. each one of his thrusts were slow and deep, and his cockhead hit that special, spongy spot inside you nearly everytime. the feeling was enough to leave you slack-jawed and borderline drooling as you clung to xiao for dear life.

you had already cum twice now, and xiao was working you towards your third orgasm, his own not too far behind.

"x–xiaao! 'm close! s–so close!"

"m–me — ah! me too!"

your fingers found purchase in his hair, and you pulled him down for another kiss, this one much more passionate than the rest. xiao wasted absolutely no time sucking your tongue into his mouth, your mewls and whimpers only spurring him on further.

removing a hand from his hair, you moved it down to play with your clit instead, the added stimulation pushing you right to the edge.

"hhhn l–love y— a–ah! i love you, xiao!" you sobbed out as you came for a third and final time; and your walls clamping down and fluttering around him was enough to send xiao over the edge too, pumping you full of his cum.

"aa–aah! fuck! i— i love you too," he panted, collapsing against your chest. "'m sorry, i'll pull ou—"

"n–no! no," you blurted. "don't. pl–please?" you were perfectly fine dozing off like this, with xiao, and his cum, still inside you.

"alright," he murmured with a yawn, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his head into your chest.

"happy valentine's day, lovely," you mumbled sleepily, fingers carding through xiao's hair, as his breathing evened.

"nnmnh valentine," was all you were able to make out, his words too slurred and muffled, and you too sleepy to really understand.

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hornime · 3 years

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watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere.

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched.

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.”

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements.

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.”

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix.

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.”

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs.

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist.

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

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Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks (Fred Weasley x Read)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Fred Weasley imagine where he pisses off his gf somehow and so she gives him the silent treatment and only talks to literally everyone (including George) but him so he gets all jealous and pouty lol. Eventually he gets her to start talking to him again and then it’s all fluff etc. Hopefully this wasn’t a confusing request! Thank you!! :)

Warning: Tiny bit of sexual content towards the end, little bit of swearing, kinda angst at the beginning ?? and a lil towards the end ?? I think that's all, a lot of fluff scattered about

Word Count: 9.5k (I am so sorry I got carried away)

Two hours. Y/n had spent two hours waiting for him. Two stupid hours on a Saturday night that she could have spent elsewhere making something productive of her day but no. The last two hours Y/n had been seated in a small booth in the corner of The Three Broomsticks waiting patiently for her boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

The thing that infuriated her the most was that it was his idea in the first place! Originally, the couple had planned a stay-in date in her dorm room for the night before, Friday, but other plans came up. Fred got tangled up in a prank with George that had landed him in detention with Snape for the night. Yes, it annoyed her but what could she do? It wasn’t like Snape would excuse Fred because she tells him they have a date. If anything, Snape would hold him back longer.

When Fred and George were finally dismissed, it was nearly eleven at night and Fred was sprinting down through the dungeons to the common room. Their arrangement was for eight and he was praying to anyone listening above that she was still awake, but not furious at him.

Skipping up the transporting stairs, Fred basically shouted the secret password at the Fat Lady making her narrow her eyes at him. She swung open, not without muttering about how rude he was, and Fred jumped inside. Ten or so students were scattered around the common room, chatting amongst themselves. Hermione, Ron and Harry sat around the couch near the grand fireplace. They sent Fred a wave, which he frantically returned. The golden trio watched in curiosity as Fred darted up the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.

Hermione looked back to the group and asked,

“Wonder what that’s about- he seemed in a hurry.”

“Heard him and George got detention. They put stink-bombs in the Slytherin common room! Heard it stained some of the furniture maroon!” Ron chuckled at his brother’s antics then resumed his debate with Harry over their thoughts on the Quidditch World Cup happening every four years. Harry tried to explain the concept of the Olympics to Ron, but Ron was too focused on how amazing it would be for the World Cup to happen each year. Hermione went back to her studies, blocking out the mindless bickering of the boys.

Above the common room, Fred Weasley was scurrying to his girlfriend’s dorm room. He hoped Angelina and Alicia were out so he could be alone with her. Their time spent together had been oddly less than usual the last few weeks. Fred had no change of heart- actually, he found himself falling more in love with her every day, but their final year at Hogwarts was creeping up from the woods and he was working on a dream career behind the scenes with George that was eating up his time with her. He had shared this idea with her before- but it was just an idea then. Fred and George planned on putting their dreams to action once they finished up the next year. He wanted her to come- George did as well, but he didn’t want to mention it until it was a reality.

Reaching his destination Fred took a second to compose himself. A thin line of sweat was forming near his forehead. This was the first chance he had to take a breather since detention ended. Fixing his dark robes Fred knocked against the door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough to hear.

“Y/n… Y/n… love, are you awake? It’s Fred-“

Abruptly, the heavy wooden door cracked open and a weary looking girl poked her head out into the quietness.

“Darling, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry.” Fred stepped forward and wrapped the girl in a tight embrace. Y/n’s head fell against his chest out of instincts. His arms fastened around her waist as he invited himself in the room, slowly walking her back.

“Here, go back to bed, love. You look exhausted.” Fred led the sluggish girl to her familiar bed. Throwing back the covers, he readjusted her pillows so there would be room for him to fit as well. Fred then walked back to Y/n and took her hand softly. Kissing the back of her hand, Fred helped Y/n get into bed then slipped in beside her. His arms snaked around her body without thought. The naturalness of holding her in his arms made Fred feel confident in his dreams of starting a future with her. All the tension in his body collapsed when she leaned into his frame. Fred held her close and kissed the side of her cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry about detention tonight but I promise I’ll take you out Saturday, alright? We can have a date at Hogsmeade and spend the night together, does that sound nice?”

The sleepy witch gave a tired mumble and nodded her head. She was cuddled under a stack of blankets, wearing Fred’s sweatshirt which made him smile. He’d usually crack a joke at this and tease her but, she was already asleep when he looked back to her. Fred couldn’t help but stare at her for a while. There was never a moment that went by where Fred didn’t think of Y/n as anything other than beautiful but in these moments, she looked ethereal.

Moonlight poured in from the open window and splashed across her s/c cheeks. Her hair was sprawled against the white pillowcase. Fred smiled at the sound of her light snores. Fred wouldn’t leave until he was sure she was deep asleep. It was their thing. She hated going to bed without him there.

“Okay, I love you, Y/n. Get some sleep, angel.” Fred whispered.

He pecked her forehead, then kissed her lips gently. Removing the covers, Fred tucked them back into Y/n so she could keep warm. He closed the open window then tip toed out of the room. Instead of rejoining his friends, Fred decided to head to his room. He felt too guilty for missing out on their plans to go have his own fun. Anyways he did have a Potions paper coming up and if he was going to spend the day with you Saturday, he surely wouldn’t be doing any homework.

So, the plan was confirmed the next morning, Friday. Y/n ran into Fred on her way to breakfast and they discussed where they’d meet and a time. They ate breakfast together, walked to class, then headed in different directions when six rolled around. Fred had a Quidditch match and she had a group project, so they didn’t cross paths for the rest of the night. Even though he refused to admit it, Fred absolutely hated when Y/n missed one of his games. His favorite thing to do was search for her in the stands during each game and it made him sad not to see her smiling face standing out in the crowd. Y/n entered the common room around midnight and went straight for her bed. Gryffindor had lost so there wasn’t a single housemate sitting in the common room. She could only imagine how upset Fred must be, she’d be hearing about it tomorrow. Y/n giggled to herself at the recollection of Fred’s angry rants about his teammates to you in private. She basically crawled to her bed, dreaming about the handsome, goofy, witty twin that had captured her heart.

Which would bring us to Saturday night. Fred and Y/n had made specific plans; they were to meet at The Three Broomsticks at seven then hangout for a while and spend the rest of their night sneaking around the castle with the help of The Marauder’s Map. Fred had practice at six so he was planning on meeting up with the girl at the pub. Y/n expected him to be running late- it wouldn’t be Fred if he didn’t show up a good twenty minutes late.

Only Fred never showed up at seven thirty, not at eight, and by the time nine neared, he was still nowhere in sight. The Three Broomsticks would stay open for a few more hours but the thought of sitting there alone for any longer, jumping at the sound of the door every time it opened, it made Y/n feel less than sane.

Throwing a handful of coins on the table, Y/n thanked her server then exited through the front doors. The walk back to the castle wasn’t long but being with Fred made it a lot more amusing. He’d pick her flowers, give her piggy back rides, play games, race, and hold her hand the whole walk back.

This time, Y/n walked alone hugging the material of her raincoat to her chest. A light drizzle had been pouring on and off for most of the day. Earlier, it was perfectly bearable- hardly noticeable. Although the weather had only worsened as the night grew darker. Hard rain drops crashed against Y/n coat, cascading down her covered arms and bouncing to the wet ground. Her black boots were soaked. She could feel the water rising to her socks, one of her biggest hatreds. Wet socks.

The hood of her jacket only helped so much before the pelting raindrops started to seep to her hair. Typically, Y/n loved the rain. If Fred was here, they’d be dancing right now. But he wasn’t, she had no clue where he was and that was exactly what Y/n was headed to find out.

By the time Y/n made it back to the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, it was past ten.

Much as Y/n had expected, the common room was lively with energy and conversations. Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all sitting in a circle with Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Seamus, and Dean. A dark bottle of Dragon Barrel brandy and Daisyroot Draught were being passed amongst them. Y/n watched as Fred leaned into his brother’s side, obviously tipsy and slurring his words while he practically shouted to their friends who were only sitting feet away.

His frame twitched with every small hiccup he let out. The whole group was smiling, they were happy. Y/n wondered to herself if Fred even noticed that she wasn’t there. She wondered if he liked it more when she wasn’t there, they were having fun and although the group was also her friends, no one was interested enough to invite her. Biting on the tender skin of her bottom lip, Y/n bundled her fist to her sides. The anger refused to simmer, only continued to boil. Her dripping clothes weren’t helpful to her sour mood.

It wasn’t the fault of her friends, no, but they were bound to get caught in the crossfires. Fred was the one who left her waiting for hours on end. Her chest was tight- livid yet sad all at once. It was an aggravating feel, unfamiliar. Y/n hated the suffocation entering her drying throat. More than anything she longed to handle situations like these in an aloof fashion. The last thing wanted was to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she couldn’t help it. Her head screamed ‘just go to bed, ignore him’ but her heart wanted to scream at him and let him know just how bad he had hurt her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale received a choppy exhale.

For the first time, Y/n decided not to join her friends or to even say a word to Fred about how he stood her up. She was sick of it- completely exhausted and drained from his lack of care and presences in their relationship the last few weeks. If he wanted her as bad as he claimed, he’d find a way to show it. And leaving her sitting alone in a noisy pub while he partied and drank with their friends, showed her the exact opposite of his words.

Diverting her leer from the inebriated group and studied the rest of the room, hearing voices near the sitting area. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all staring at Y/n in mixed judgement. Harry, Ron and Neville looked concerned by the appearance of Y/n. Hermione on the other hand, she was absolutely flabbergasted, Y/n could see the pity written on her face. You had mentioned having a date night with Fred in Hogsmeade to the four the night before. Harry had invited Y/n to hangout with them and visit Hagrid, but she politely declined and informed them about the special night Fred had planned for them.

Harry and Hermione stood up at the same time ready to comfort the teary-eyed girl. They motioned her over but just as she started towards them, Angelina Johnson noticed her friend who had been absent for most of the night. Setting the bottle of brandy down, Angelina wobbled up to her feet and smiled giddily,

“Y/n! Come- come drink with us! I was wondering where you- why… why’re you all wet?”

As the words fell from her mouth, a crowd of eyes planted on Y/n. Her fists clenched, bone white knuckles visible, at her sides. Angelina scurried over to her friend and wrapped her in a tender hug. If the scenario had been different, she’d gladly join in the fun but there wasn’t an ounce in her body that desired a drink.

Y/n’s eyes found their way to the boy she had been longing for all night. Her lips quivered, the anger and sadness reaching it’s overpour. He looked so handsome, so happy, but it meant nothing to her.

Pulling back, Angelina squinted in confusion at Y/n. The lack of embrace given back had thrown her off. The group had been awaiting her arrival, no one was quite sure where she’d gone off to. Angelina scanned Y/n’s reddening face, noticing the emotions bubbling under the surface.

Moving away, the dark-skinned girl turned to her friends. No one else seemed to notice the offset of Y/n’s attitude.

“Angel, where have you been? I missed you!” Fred’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Quickly standing up, he held his hand out to his girlfriend. Y/n shot a dangerous look to his outreach, then up to his face. Usually she’d find his toothy grin and childlike state loveable but for obvious reasons, it made her irate.

Stepping back, Y/n sternly scowled at Fred,

“Missed me? You’re the one who left me waiting all goddamn night, Fred Weasley.”

A part of Y/n felt guilty for forcing her friends to witness their unpleasant exchange. George was now to his feet standing behind Fred, just as lost as the group he had been sitting with. Despite the alcohol running in his veins, George could sense an argument budding by the second.

“Not like any of you really seemed to care where I was.” Y/n kicked herself for this cold statement.

Her friends weren’t at fault- not in the slightest. But everyone was at risk of becoming a victim to her fiery wrath. In actuality, it did hurt her a little that no one had gone searching for her. It had been hours! Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the reactions of the group. George took his arm off Alicia and nudged his twin.

“What- I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. I think you should have a drink and loosen up-“

Y/n couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t take it anymore. Scrunching her face, she used every bit of strength to force her salty tears to hide at bay. Although her emotions screamed to be heard and saw right through her façade. Sweeping her hand across her cheek, Y/n caught the stray tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks. Huffing all her emotions out at once, Y/n shook Fred away from her and hurried towards her room.

Fred stood appearing dumbfounded. He could only gawk in perplexity. Blame it on the alcohol, but Fred’s mind was drawing a blank when surveying her words. For most of the night, he was the one thinking she was leaving him waiting. No one else had a clue as to where she’d gone off to, so he assumed she was in the library or wanted some space.

“You’re an idiot, Fred.” Hermione’s sharp voice cut through the thick air. The happiness and drunken laughter was extinct. The girl’s shared an exchange, all confused as to what just happened. The glass bottles didn’t help clear their judgement. Dean and Seamus took small sips from the Daisyroot Draught. The tension was unbearable, it felt wrong for their friends to be a part of it.

George set a hand on Fred’s shoulder, pulling him back slightly. Leaning forward, George whispered to his twin,

“I reckon it’s best if we turn it in for the night.” Fred gave a tug of protest. His intoxicated fought against him though he knew he did something wrong and needed to find Y/n. In spite of his desire to chase after the girl, George couldn’t let him do that. It was obvious Fred had forgotten something and Y/n was more than upset. Sending his brother up to drunkenly apologize to his hurting girlfriend for a reason he can’t even recall, that was a recipe for disaster and would only cause a bigger mess.

“Fred, you’re going to bed. You’re too drunk to talk to Y/n right now, okay? We’re going up the boy’s stairs, not the girls, okay? You two can talk in the morning, maybe you’ll remember where you fucked up tonight by then.”

Suddenly, Fred stop moving and let out a low groan,

“Oh shit… merlin’s sake, I fucked up, George. Oh my god- Hogsmeade… shit! I told her we’d meet at Hogsmeade and I forgot-“Fred whipped around in his discombobulated state. Everything clicked at once. Fred had been so concentrated on Quidditch that once practice had wrapped up, his exhausted body dragged him back to the common room out of muscle memory. It was his typical routine; Quidditch practice, head back to his dorm, shower, change, eat, work on some possible products with George, then hangout with his friends. How could he be so neglectful?

George sent his brother a comforting look then grabbed him by the shoulders, helping aid him up the winding staircase. It came as a shock to him that Fred had forgotten about their date. All he spoke about was Y/n, it was a rare occurrence for the couple to

“So that’s where she’s been all night?” George pushed open the door to their room, looking to his twin sternly. Fred had most of his weight piled on George, trying his hardest to remain upright. Lee had decided to stay back, allowing the brothers a chance to talk.

George helped his frantic twin in the dark room, then gave him a light push towards his bed. Fred plopped down, burying his face in the fluffy pillow. Pulling off his jumper, George threw the large maroon comforter over Fred’s tall frame while he wailed,

“I’m a terrible boyfriend. I planned the bloody date too! I left her-“

“How ‘bout you get some rest? You can find her in the morning and apologize to her and… hope for the best. It’ll give you more time to think of a way to make it up to her. You’re just a rambling mess right now.” The alcohol was not wearing George down. He had been on an adrenaline high since his second shot. This was the first moment of the night where he had stepped back. His tiresome hands rubbed against his face as he made his way to his bed and collapsed on it.

Fred was still moaning on, the sound of his drunken voice making it harder for George to fight back the urge to sleep,

“She’s gonna dump my sorry ass-“

“Go to bed, Fred. It’ll be okay.”

George let out a sigh of exhaustion. The twins had been best friends with Y/n since they were just children, new to Hogwarts and unfamiliar with the power of magic. It pained him to see his brother hurt, but it also hurt to see Y/n upset. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Turning his head, George let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of his twin passed out cold. The worry that dripped from his voice was now gone as he eased into his dreamland.

George wanted to scold him, knock him upside the head for skipping out on Y/n again. He cared a lot about her, she was basically a sister, a triplet to him. If Fred was gonna win her back, it wasn’t going to be easy, George knew this. Y/n was stubborn, and the twins had witnessed this first hand for years, it was a trait they loved, when not directed towards either of them.

As George’s head hit the pillow, all he could do was pray to Godrick that the morning would bring good news.

Sunday morning arrived much faster than Y/n had hoped. A bright, loud, light interrupted her sleep as the gears in her head started to turn. Her mind was groggy, the events of last night were foggy. Warm sunlight broke through the glass stained windows. Y/n wiped her eyes and slowly sat up. Her mouth was dry, screaming for a drink of water.

For a minute, she felt calm- happy almost. The room was half empty; Angelina’s bed was bare and Alicia laid in a star-fish position, a snore sounding from her mouth. The image made Y/n laugh.

Standing up, Y/n’s hands flew above her head as she stretched. She cracked her back, a morning ritual for the girl. Just as she reached for the knob of her dresser, a wave of recollection nearly knocked her off her feet.

Fred had stood her up, of course, how could she forget? The irritated skin under her eyes and nose suddenly made sense. Leaning against the wooden cabinet, Y/n huffed. It was times like these she wished she could crawl into bed and stay there for eternity. Nothing would get better though if she didn’t at least try to fix it.

As quick as the thought came, it had evaporated once more. Why did she have to be the one to put forth the effort to fix things? There was no use in fixing their relationship if Fred wasn’t willing to try too. More than try, Y/n thought. It took a piece of her when she came back to the castle just to see him drinking with their friends, not thinking a thought of her. She needed to see that he cared. His words held no value to her anymore, not until he could prove he meant what he said.

Y/n went through her morning routine like a snail, wanting to drag out her time. Eventually, she was fully dressed and ready for the day. She liked to take advantage of the days her school robes weren’t required. The cooling weather led her to a fuzzy black sweater, and light washed jeans. Sliding her delicate wand into her back pocket, Y/n exited the room and took the stairs down to the common room.

Approaching the bottom of the steps, Y/n could hear familiar voices exchanging hush words. She stepped into the room and was surprised to see the lack of students. The only ones present were sat one the long leather couch on the left half of the massive room. All of their gazes fell on Y/n.

Fred, George, Ron, Angelina, Harry and Hermione were all relaxing- well all of them except Fred. He on the other hand was frantic- disheveled. His knee bounced in anticipation. The clock was sneaking

“Oh, uh, hey Y/n!” Ron Weasley moved his hand side to side, waving to Y/n. The temptation to admire the handsome boy at his side leaped into her heart. Using every ounce of strength, Y/n trained her eyes on Ron, not allowing a single peek at Fred.

“Hey, Y/n/n!” The voice of Angelina brought a perk to Y/n’s head.

“Hi.” She greeted the younger Weasley and her close friend back, then headed for the portrait. Before she could make it half the distance, the tall figure of her boyfriend appeared.

“Angel, how did you sleep?” Fred was by her side in an instant. He was desperately trying to read her expression, testing the waters to see her mood. He had hardly slept, he spent most of the night thinking about this exact moment, when he’d have the chance to apologize and make it up to the girl he loved. “Can we please talk? I’m really sorry for last night, honestly, I am so so sorry, darling.”

Y/n stared at him, or rather, through him. It was like she didn’t see the tall wizard in front of her.

“I’m gonna go study, I’ll meet you with you guys later.”

“Y/n, love-“ His warm hand took hold of her of her own, an action she’d typically love. The familiar grasp sent a burst of comfort in her stomach, but she ignored it.

Wiggling out of his grip, the girl shot him a look of displeasure then rushed off. Hermione chased after her, no one else brave enough to step in. Besides, Hermione was one of her closest friends. Watching the younger girl follow after her roommate, Angelina walked after them. Fred stomped like a toddler having a tantrum as the portrait swung open then closed. He knew he had to do something- anything to get her to talk to him again, and that was his plan.

For a Sunday evening, the school library was relatively empty. A majority of the students occupying the tables were studying away for their O.W.L.S. The exams weren’t for another two months but hardly anyone dared to procrastinate until the last week before opening their books. The stress of the exams was enormous, but the students still had other classes to keep in mind.

Y/n Y/n/l and George Weasley were sitting across from on another at a study table. Three hefty textbooks were open as the two discussed their Potions paper. Y/n had been stuck on hers and George had yet to start so they decided to head to the library together and get it done.

Fred was usually right by their side, his hand wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, but she neglected an invite for him. About an hour after their exchange in the common room, Y/n had apologized to each friend she had snapped on the night prior. They were understanding, clearly seeing where her frustrations had come for. They also felt bad as she was right, no one had even checked to see where she’d gone, and George especially felt terrible for not searching for his friend.

At least three hours had passed since the two Gryffindors started their study session. Y/n was sneaking up on her last two pages while George still had three left. They collaborated every few minutes, then returned to tranquil silence, scribbling away.

Y/n was in the middle of sharing her idea for the last section of her paper when George’s eyes brighten and he interrupted her,

“Fred, how nice of you to join us.”

Turning in her chair, Y/n found her boyfriend standing behind her with a nervous smile. She hated how perfect he looked, even in the poor lighting of the library. He still managed to make her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

“Hi, Y/n. You look beautiful as always.” Fred announced himself softly. George scoffed teasingly, muttering a ‘hello’ to himself to make up for his brother ignoring him. Freds words were genuine though didn’t make much of a difference. Y/n was still hurt and a compliment wasn’t going to mend that. She needed to feel it, to see him truly show that he cared- that she meant something to him. That she was deserving of his time. Sweet comments didn’t not add up to that feeling.

George closed his textbook, then glanced up at his twin,

“Should I leave?”

Before Fred could answer, Y/n slammed her hand on top of George’s Potions book. Wide eyed and frightened, the boy gaped in shock. Even Fred was taken aback by her unexpecting movement. Leering at her friend Y/n replied,

“No. I want you to stay, we were in the middle of a conversation.”

Fred’s heart dropped at her words. It was heartbreaking to have the girl of his dreams now shunning him- brushing him off with ease. It was driving him mad. All he wanted was for her to acknowledge him, give him a little hope that he can earn his way back in her heart. He loved her, every bit of him loved her.

All he wanted was to make it up to her for his mistakes the night before. He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on her face when she saw him sitting with their friends. She was miles exceeded hurt- more devastated at his negligence than hurt alone.

Maybe it was the fear of meeting the reality that losing Y/n was a possibility, but Fred experienced a new sort of emotion when his girlfriend asked for his brother to stay. Yes, they’re friends, all three of them are. Fred had to remind himself of this like a record on repeat. He couldn’t fight the envy off though.

It made his heart twist as she stared at George. Never did he think he’d be jealous of his own twin, but Fred was livid. The seething stream of covetousness overtook his veins. Fred wanted to be the one you ran to for comfort, not his brother. His entire life he had shared everything with George, Y/n was far too meaningful to Fred for her to be shared.

Now it does take two for a turn of events like that to happen. Fred knew, clear as day, that George had no romantic feelings for Y/n and she had none for George. This was true, but for some reason, it didn’t help tame Fred’s envy.

He knew causing a jealous scene would do no good for anyone, so Fred realigned his train of thought and asked,

“Could I steal you from that conversation, please love? I really need to apologize to you.”

Fred allowed his hands to reveal themselves from their previous position hiding behind his back. When he moved them, a full bouquet of colorful flowers and small green plants of different shapes and sizes. The flowers were a display of fuchsia, pink, orange, red, and yellow. They were beautiful, so beautiful, Y/n thought to herself. She couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past her lips.

Fred had gotten her flowers their first-year dating but since the last month or so, she hadn’t received many of his heartwarming gifts. It wasn’t the monocle value of a present but the thought and attention to care that captured Y/n’s heart. Fred had always been the best at creating meaningful gifts on a tight budget. Whether it was flowers he stole from school grounds, or necklaces he made out of stones she found around the Great Lake. He’d make her perfume- proving rather excellent in the Potions department. He also asked Molly to teach him how to knit in order to make Y/n a sweater. This of course delighted Molly over the moon.

George bit on the skin of his knuckles to keep for laughing at his brother. He recognized the flowers, as did Y/n. Fred had picked them from the garden outside the castle- something that had earned him a detention before. George decided not to comment on his observation, Fred was sure to murder him in his sleep if he put his apology in any jeopardy.

Fred extended the bouquet to his flustered girlfriend. He felt a sense of accomplishment while watching her reaction. It was small to most, but for as stubborn as she was, it was big in his eyes. The girl reached forward, accepting the gift with a tiny smile rising to her lips, one she didn’t force down.

For the first time since the night before, Y/n fully saw Fred. She peered directly at him silently. George glanced between the two, stuck between a dual. Without speaking, Fred took some steps forward and pulled the chair next to Y/n out. He slipped into the seat, the couple still staring at each other. Y/n studied his demeanor, he didn’t push her anymore, but he wouldn’t leave her side. Not that she would tell him but, she was happy he joined in. She didn’t want him to leave, she had missed being around him. Tearing herself away, Y/n focused herself back on the other twin.

“As I was saying, George…”

Fred drowned out the words but accepted the fact that Y/n didn’t reject him from sitting down. She also didn’t set the flowers down for the rest of their study session. The remained clutched in her hands, resting in her lap the whole time.

Monday night came in the blink of an eye. Classes had resumed and the castle was bustling in stress. When the end of the year neared, the time spent sitting through lectures was an eternity, while the weekends flew by. Fred had always hated summer break, actually, that’s not entirely true. His dismissive of break budded around the same time his relationship with Y/n became official.

Their first two years, she would spend the holiday back home in London with her family. She loved her family but once she experienced her first holiday at the Burrow, she never wanted to miss another. Her family was a bit distant, not the warm and welcoming pure-bloods like the Weasley’s, but not as cold as the Malfoy’s. Y/n’s family had no issues with her spending breaks at the Burrow, as long as she had Molly and Arthur Weasley’s approval. Molly insisted each time that there was no need for her to even ask to stay. They accepted her with open arms, ecstatic to see Fred had found such a lovely girl.

The end of the school term was coming up and Fred needed to fix things with Y/n before that happened. She planned to spend the break at his family’s home and he feared she’d take her agreement back if things weren’t improved between them. Spending almost two days stuck in the anger of his love was two days too many. Fred was going to fix this and he planned the best idea he could think of, good thing he had their friends happily available to help.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, while she was resting up from her illness Harry, Ron, Lee and George were helping Fred create his masterplan. Hermione helped in her own way by remaining near Y/n’s dorm, sitting in as the lookout. It gave her an excuse to get her school work done so she didn’t protest.

Alicia and Angelina stayed in the room. Once Y/n started to feel better, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, the girl’s altered Hermione who passed the news along to Harry as the chain continued until it reached Fred. At the confirmation, his plan was set into action. Ron was sent to retrieve the girl after Alicia and Angelina convinced her to get some food from the dining hall.

She walked through the common room then down the moving staircase, when her redheaded friend popped up. Ron scared the girl, making her stumble back, her hand placed over her chest.

“Y/n! I’m so glad I ran into you! No one has seen you all day- Angelina said you were feeling ill this morning.” Ron rambled at a fast pace. Y/n, still surprised by his sudden arrival, took a deep inhale, nodding to the boy,

“Yeah, I saw Madam Pomfrey this morning when classes started. I just had a stomach bug and she said I’d have to wait it out but the medicine she gave me seems to be doing the trick.” Y/n gave Ron a kind smile. Ron was two years younger than her but they had always been great friends. Y/n would travel to the Burrow as a guest of the twins during the holiday breaks, so Ron and her had spent a lot of time hanging out together. It was sweet of him to ask how she was doing, but he didn’t seem that her health was the reason for their conversation.

“That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t happen to be heading anywhere, are you?”

“Just to get some food. I’m starving-“ Ron nodded eagerly, cutting his friend off in the process.

“That’s great! I mean, not great, just… well… uh, follow me please!” Scrambling like a mess, Ron clasped his hand over Y/n’s wrist and abruptly dragged her down the stone corridor. She couldn’t find the words to question him and allowed Ron to lead the way. Her curiosity was far too big to ignore his odd request.

Ron carried on for another five minutes then took a sharp turn, heading for the courtyard. Two figures ran off around the side of the castle in the darkness. Y/n swore she recognized the pair as George and Lee. What were they up to? Snapping her head to the younger boy, Y/n waited for him to fill her in on why he had dragged her halfway across the castle to the freezing courtyard.

“Okay! We’re here- I’m just gonna… head out. See ya, Y/n!” Ron rushed his farewell then ran off towards the direction George and Lee had escaped to. What in the world is going on? Left by herself without any explanation, Y/n threw her hand up in annoyance.

“What?”

Alone in the cold, Y/n wrapped the opening of her fuzzy cardigan against her body, attempting to keep warm. Although warmth entered her vein as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, snatching her backwards into a firm surface. She gasped, thrown off by her attacker and tried to turn in retaliation, but their grasp was far too firm. The familiarity of the hold made her body ease up. As much time as the spent together, she could recognize his touch anywhere. Fred.

His touch released a swarm of butterflies through the girl. She could feel the anger washing away as she leaned her body into his chest, having pined for his arms for two too many days than she was accustomed to.

The tall Gryffindor held her tightly. Moving forward, Fred pressed his lips against the shell of Y/n’s ear. The heat of his breath causing her to shudder as he whispered,

“I’m so happy you came, darling.”

Y/n smirked, looking up at him. The concurrent willfulness of her nature could only carry on for so long until her headstrong demeanor crumbled. A pang of chagrin still grumbled in her stomach but the sight in front of her certainly was a runner in her change of heart.

Soaking in her surroundings, Y/n realized they were just a few hundred feet outside Hargid’s hut. This explained the garden full of massive orange pumpkins. In the middle of the path was a small gazebo decorated in fairy lights and sunflowers. A small table set for two was tucked inside. Small teacup white candles line the path, creating a runway of sorts. Another candle, larger and purple, sat flickering in the breeze in the center of the neat table.

Y/n stood motionless absorbing the creation her boyfriend made- all for her. Speechlessness was not common for Y/n so Fred undoubtably began to second guess if his efforts were good enough. His fears were stomped in a matter of moments when Y/n harshly yanked at the material of his collar and placed a brisk, short kiss to his lips. Fred was startled, losing the opportunity to kiss her back but Y/n didn’t want him to. It gave her a sense of control- they still had issues they needed to work out, but she loved him nonetheless. Besides, avoiding and staying mad at Fred forever? Impossible. In two days, Y/n had to stop herself a million different times from approaching Fred and sharing a laugh with him, or kissing him, or holding his hand and giving him a hug. She didn’t want to fight off the urge anymore- and Fred couldn’t handle the distance spaced between them. Thus, being the motivation for his grand, heartfelt, date.

“I’ll assume that means you like it. I won’t take all the credit- it was my idea, but our friends are the main reason I was able to pull this off. I feel really bad and… I need to do something special for you- I don’t do that enough lately. I forget sometimes to remind you how important you are in my life and how much I love you.” Fred sheepishly smiled, nervously awaiting her reaction.

The small table was set, a new bundle of crimson red roses placed on her seat. To the side of her plate was a small box with a beautifully wrapped ribbon tied to the top. Fred had a special way of showing his love and adoration for his girlfriend, but even this was new to her. Never before had he gone so over the top to prove his feelings to her.

Y/n lifted her hand and intertwined it with Fred’s, smiling up at him,

“It’s gorgeous, Freddie.” The bashful smile made Fred’s heart melt on sight. He had prepared himself for the repetitive rejection she had been sending, so when she whispered those sweet words, his chest tightened, and his pace stopped.

Fred almost fainted in shock at the sound of her voice. He squeezed her light hand and drew it back, forcing her body into his own. Y/n couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. She missed his playful ways. With the foreheads pressed against each other, Fred grinned,

“I’ve missed your voice, love.”

Although his words made her heart take flight, the reality of her hurt was still roaming. Y/n detached herself from his grasp and rested her hand on the black metal table. Her fingertips fumbled with the white cloth, it served as a distraction only for a short period of time. Fred sent her a sorrowful look. Her shift in moods was confusing to him, he only wanted to make things better.

Y/n sighed and ran her hand through her h/c locks. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply then asked,

“Why don’t you have time for me anymore, Fred?” The question of the night- or rather month. His date was beautiful, absolutely stunning. As riveting as it was, it couldn’t erase the hurt she had been experiencing.

Fred shook his head frantically, dismissing the accusation. He knew why she would think that way, he understood. It wasn’t true, though. Actions speak louder than words and Fred despised the fact that recently, his feelings for Y/n weren’t lining up with his actions. His words could only do so much. But he also knew soon, things would be different. Missing the Hogsmeade date was his fault, and he paid for it. Two days might seem minute to most, but when you spend essentially everyday attached to someone’s hip, two days of them purposely ignoring you and speaking to every soul expect you, it can feel like a lifetime. He realized a few things in this time.

Fred remembered how fun it was to act as if he was still trying to win her over. Gifts, no matter their cost, always brought a gleam to her face which never failed to make Fred grin. However, it was much more entertaining when she wasn’t upset with him and would throw the flirtatious comments right back at him. He was also reminded of how lucky he was to be with Y/n. While she ignored him, Fred found himself envious of every living being Y/n spoke to, as they were not him. When he started engulfing himself in his plans for the joke shop, his effort in his relationship had decreased and this was something he vowed to never let happen again.

“I’ll always have time for you, darling. And if I don’t, I’ll make some. I truly am sorry about this weekend- you don’t deserve that.”

“It just seems like you’re distracted, like you don’t care anymore.” Y/n batted her reddening eyes, finally throwing her worries to the air.

“No, no, Y/n, not at all. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, love. I’m a terrible excuse of a boyfriend, I never meant to create this mess. I love you so much.” Fred’s head bowed down. It tore him up to know the way his actions made her feel, the only girl he loved.

“I love you too, Freddie. I really do but I can’t feel alone in this relationship. I let our date Friday slide, even though I was annoyed, but Saturday night? I feel like it broke me. Just knowing you forgot about me-“ Y/n fought back the burning sensation in her eyes as the tears began to brim.

The anxiety blooming inside her was clear to Fred. Suppose that was the downside to dating your best friend, they can always tell when somethings wrong. Before a tear could hit the floor, he whisked her to the iron garden chair, then kneels before her, his hands holding her face as if it was a priceless, dainty piece of china.

“I didn’t forget about you, darling, that’s impossible to do. I’ve been… well I’ve been working on something with George for when we leave school next year. It’s real important to me and I wanted to share it with you but I was scared that it might not happen but… if I have your support and you with us, I know it’ll happen.”

“What’re you rambling on about, Fred?”

“Remember how I told you that George and I wanted to open a joke shop? Well, it’s happening… I think. We’re really close, we just gotta make it through next year then we’re free! We’ll have our own joke shop and get to sell our own products and start our future.”

A silence overtook the atmosphere. Y/n’s lips were stuck open in a small ‘o’ shape, eyes glued to the floor. Was he really going to leave her all alone next year? Would they have to break up? Surely, he wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.

She was snapped from her own mind when her skin registered the touch of Fred’s lips as they traced her knuckles, kissing each finger as he did. His eyes then peered up to meet her own. She could tell he was serious by the feeling of his stare. Then he continued, making Y/n perk up,

“But none of that can happen without you… Y/n I want you to come with me. Move in with George and I, start a future with me. We want you to be a part of the shop. I want you there. You’re the only girl I want, for the rest of my life.”

Her once open mouth clamped shut in a swift motion. Ever since she met the twins, Y/n wanted a future with Fred. Everyone saw it as a childhood crush, but she always knew it was more. She never stopped loving him- never could. Even when his pranks took a step too far over the line. They always found their way back to each other and would work through it. Fights such as the most recent were rare- but Fred’s admission filled in a lot of empty spaces that had left Y/n sleepless for days. Finally, the crushing weight was lifted from her chest as she choked out a shaky breath.

Leaping forward from the chair, Y/n threw her body into her boyfriend’s body and clamped him in a koloa like hold. Fred chuckled in amusement, falling onto the near ground at her jump.

“Why do you have to be so lovable? I hate it. I should be angry with you, but I just love you too much. Besides, I think you did enough suffering.” She giggled as she pinched his round cheeks in her hands. Fred poked his tongue out at her and grabbed at her sides. Y/n swatted his hands away, giving him a stern glare saying, ‘don’t push it’.

Slowly, she leaned down and brushed her lips against Fred’s, smirking down at him. It was a change in roles. In their more adult situations, Fred was typically the one on top with Y/n pinned below him, but that’s a story for another time.

A small, almost whimper, sound came from Fred. He hated being teased- that was his job. Dragging out the moment, Y/n tugged on the skin of his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a groan of approval from Fred. She grazed over his mouth one last time before dipping her head down to meet his and interlocking their lips, still straddling his waist. Fred’s hips pushed towards her core out of instinct. Not ready to give in quite yet, Y/n lifted her body and shifted forward, entrapping Fred even more so in the heated kiss.

They parted for seconds to sneak a bit of air, then continued their needed make out. It had been a while since they proved their love to each other in this way. For the last month, it had been small kisses here and there when the couple had a chance to see each other. Y/n needed his touch- she needed him. Fred longed to have under him, pleasuring her. He desperately wanted to sink his head between her legs and really show her just how much he loved her.

The coldness of his fingertips hit Y/n’s skin as his fingers dug into the sides of her waist. As much as she longed to keep the exchange going, the last thing either of them needed was a detention.

Y/n plucked herself away, a small pout lining Fred’s lips. His hands remained tied up in her own, lying them on his stomach. The weight of his question seeped in like molasses. Opportunities like this presented themselves once in a lifetime, there was no way Y/n was going to let it slip by.

Rolling off his lap, Y/n plopped down on the ground to the side of Fred. Their heads turned simultaneously towards each other, Fred winking to Y/n.

This is what she wanted. To see him care for her, show his love. His attention. It was the one thing she had been striving for but now that the cat, or rather joke shop, was out of the bag, Fred didn’t feel the need to hide anything from her anymore and keep his work to himself. He was over the moon with excitement to have her join George and himself. It was everything he could hope for.

Coyly averting her peer, Y/n asked,

“Do you really mean it, Fred? You really want me to come with you and George?”

Kindly, Fred swiped his thumb under her chin and raised her head up so their eyes were level.

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else in the world then with me.” The serenity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Y/n propped herself up to her elbows and brought Fred in a bone crushing hug. Heavy chuckles croaked from Fred as she smothered him lovingly. He managed to sneak in a tiny peck to her check and she hugged him. Placing her head on his shoulder, Y/n poked the side of Fred’s cheek, commenting,

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever, Fred, I love it!”

Throwing his arm around the elated girl, Fred just smirked.

“Duh, that’s kind the whole point of you moving in with me.” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. The night was growing darker and the steady wind was escalating. In an hour, two if they were lucky, Filch would be surveying the grounds in search of students, mainly Fred and George, out past curfew. It was a sport to him, catching students breaking rules and getting to turn them in. It was part of his job, yes, but Y/n hated that he never took it easy on anything for the Gryffindors like he did the Slytherins. Fred looked at the scenery around them and remarked,

“Y’know, angel, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night laying with you in my arms, we can do that in my dorm room tonight… in an actual bed instead of dirt. I mean, we didn’t set up this whole thing for nothing! If I knew laying in the dirt would win you back, you should’ve told me!” His sarcastic words were received with a light slap.

“Smart ass.” Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly and started to sit up. Before she could get to her feet, a pair of hands planted themselves at her waist and lifted her. Fred had his moments, but he was always a gentleman to her. His teasing ways were comforting to Y/n, reminding her that they were good now, in comparison to the recent downfalls.

Fred helped Y/n to her seat, then jogged over to his own. He presented the girl with a cake he made for her. Hermione brought him to the kitchens and taught him how to make one. It took about three hours, he burnt the first, put too many eggs in the second, then forgot to add eggs to the third. Finally, on the fourth attempt, Fred created a passable cake. Hermione had no desire to spend any more time in the kitchen, so she quickly frosted it for him, not wanting him to ruin it this far in, then covered it and locked it in the fridge. Much to Y/n’s surprise, it was one of the best homemade cakes she’d ever had. Her teeth were practically chattering from the intense amount of sugar, but she had to keep in mind it was Fred who baked it.

After eating, Fred and Y/n took their sweet time strolling around the castle. Fred swung his hand back and forth, causing the same effect to Y/n’s. They laughed feverishly as Fred chased Y/n up the moving stairs as they raced to the common room. When they entered the room, they sprinted straight for Fred’s, still in a chase. Hermione, Ron, Harry, George, Angelina, and Lee all watched in amusement as the couple seemed to be reunited.

“Wonder if they’re back together. You guys think the date worked?”

Everyone shared glances at the obliviousness of Ron. There were times when social cues and context clues just didn’t exist to Ron. George scoffed at his little brother and shook his head. The rest of the group roared with laughter as Ron’s face scrunched in irritation.

“Not sure, Ron. Why don’t you go out to our room and ask them?” George smirked mischievously causing Ron to turn white as a ghost in realization. A faint ‘oh’, tumbled out of his lips and his eyes went wide.

Despite their assumption, up in the top room in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory, Fred Weasley laid snoring in his large mattress, still in his school robes. Squished against his chest by his arms, Y/n was sound asleep, similarly dressed. The two didn’t care what they looked like or who came in, as long as they were together, that’s all that mattered.

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hiddles-and-skittles · 2 years

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Holiday Cheer Up

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,150

Summary: Your friends kinda suck sometimes-especially today, so Bucky tries to get you back into the holiday spirit.

Warnings: 18+, smut implied ending but that’s it, lil angst but it’s more fluff than that, Bucky being a cookie loving sweetheart (soft Bucky is a warning, alright?!)

Notes: More of a self comfort fic because my friends canceled on me again and I’m just sad about it because it’s not the first, second, or third time this has happened. However, I’m trying to let it go and stop thinking that they just don’t like me or something. Anxiety is an ass. Anyway...😅

*Divider by @firefly-graphics !

It was the second time this week your friends canceled on you. An hour before they were supposed to show is when you received the disappointing text with an excuse that was as ridiculous as last time. With absolute certainty today would be the day, you spent your morning making adorable Christmas cookies, and right now you picked at the one sitting in front of you. You have gifts wrapped for them under your tree, too, which only makes the day sadder. And the weather? Rain? Naturally.

Mindlessly you scroll through social media as an attempt to distract yourself, but your thoughts drift regardless, a tear rolling down your cheek as you rest your chin on your palm. You sniffle and wipe it away, flinching at someone's hand tugging your sleeve.

Your tearful eyes meet an apologetic set of Bucky's steel blue ones, his hand sliding up to give your shoulder a comforting squeeze. "Again?" He asks, silently wondering how anyone could make you feel this way and damning them for doing so.

"It's okay. I should be used to it," you sigh, returning to your scrolling.

"No, you shouldn't," he disagrees, shaking his head. "You put in all this effort for them, and they don't ever do the same for you."

"That's not the point, Bucky," you argue.

"That is the point. You deserve better." He squeezes your shoulder once more, securing his arm around you to hold you close. A minute passes where you're just staring at your phone with tears running over your flushed cheeks, but you exhale a stuttered breath, getting up from your seat.

"I'm gonna trash these." You start to walk towards the cookies but before you reach the counter he stops you, cocking an eyebrow. "I made these for people who didn't show. Kinda ruins the taste for me."

He plucks a cookie from the tray, popping it into his mouth. "Not for me. They're damn good, still." He slides the tray towards him and you sigh again.

"I used to do this with my old friends every year, so I feel like I've ruined the tradition."

"Then we'll make it our tradition." A lopsided grin appears on your face, earning a smile from him that makes his eyes light up and crinkle at the corners. "There's my girl." He grabs another cookie, taking your hand with his free one and leading you out of the kitchen to his bedroom. "Come on, I got somethin' to show you."

He stops at the entrance and hesitates, releasing your hand and resting his fingers on the knob. Shoving the extra cookie in his mouth he looks back at you and opens the door.

A Christmas tree about your height sits in the corner with sloppily half strung lights, more of them piled on the floor than on the tree. Stockings are pinned randomly on each wall, an unopened box of ornaments sits on the nightstand, and the TV is playing a Christmas film on mute.

"I wanted to cheer you up by surprising you but it turns out that I am really not good at all of-" He gestures towards his decorating, "-this." He looks down at his shuffling feet and your eyes tear up again, only this time it's because you're in awe.

"Bucky, this is so sweet I...don't even know what to say." You reach for his hand. "Except maybe, what happened?" You chuckle at the tree, crouching down to inspect the forgotten strands of lights on the floor.

"We didn't have lights," he answered quietly. You turn to him. "Back then. It was just tinsel. But when the sun came through the windows it made the tree shine, so it was kinda like having lights." Your heart lurches at his shared memory and you stand up to hug him.

"So you want me to help you?" You ask, pulling away with a new glimmer of hope in your eyes.

"Please?" You laugh and run your hands up his chest to link around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

"Yes Bucky, I'd be happy to."

For the next hour you teach him how to string lights, but you absolutely cannot let the haphazard room décor go. He laughs and agrees that maybe the stockings shouldn't be placed there or that okay yeah maybe the lights didn't look so great on the tree as his first attempt. But that's why he has you, a girl with a penchant for Christmas decorating and a sneaky way of thawing out his heart.

You strategically place three stockings along his TV stand; a red one for Sam, a white one for you, and a blue one for Bucky. Both of you take a minute to admire your hard work, but there's one little thing you've forgotten about.

"Ohhhhh wait wait wait, I'm not done!" He tilts his head and watches you scramble for the door, reaching up to pin the faux mistletoe you had shoved in your pocket earlier to the top of the door frame. But even on your tiptoes you can't reach it.

A metal arm wraps around your waist and a flesh hand covers yours, successfully snatching the mistletoe and pinning it right above your head. He spins you around in his grip and hoists you up against the door frame, your legs instinctively anchoring around his body while he dives in for a kiss.

He doesn't stop there.

You giggle as he places a kiss to your cheeks, your forehead, the tip of your nose, your neck, and finally your lips again, releasing you only to push a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I'm sorry your friends hurt you, but I'm more sorry for them missing out." You shy away, but his hand hooks under your chin to make you look at him. "I had a lot of fun with you today. I've never been excited for Christmas like this in my hundred years of living, so I want to thank you for making me feel this way."

You embrace him tighter and vow in your mind to never let this sweet boy go. "Thank you for cheering me up. You went through all this trouble and you didn't even have to." His hands slip beneath your butt for better support and he leans back to gaze at you.

"I wanted to."

Your hands run through his hair, gently tugging him back in for another cookie flavored kiss.

"So," he starts, rubbing his nose against yours. "Is the mistletoe only good for this one spot or do I have to bring it to bed to kiss you there, too?" You throw your head back and giggle.

"Like you need an excuse to kiss me?"

He smirks, kicking the door shut and giving your ass a light spank, emitting a surprised yelp from you.

"I wasn't talking about your mouth."

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flusteredloser · 3 years

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sugar sweet

richie tozier x fem reader

category: fluff, fluff, literally just fluff

word count: 3,3k

content warnings: swearing, stealing, slight nsfw (sexual innuendos... bc it’s richie tozier), a driving scene written by a bitch who can't drive, overbearing fluff, sonia

a/n: hello here’s a lil soft fic i wrote in a hyper state today <3 i had ‘beverly’ by ben wallfisch from the it 2017 soundtrack stuck in my head while i wrote the ending so !! enjoy

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"sweetheart, if you don't put your head back in, i'm afraid i'm gonna have to marie antoinette you."

you laughed dismissively at his empty threat, feeling a grin take over. you let the wind crash against your face and through your hair, the scent of sea salt softly filling your nose. if richie thought that you were going to give this feeling up, oh, was he wrong.

despite what he was saying, the sight of morning sunlight streaking through your flying hair and your torso poking out the passengers' window was one richie wished he could get used to. despite his nagging for the past half hour, ranting about the dangers of vehicular manslaughter and mishaps, he couldn't help but beam at your laughter.

he almost hit himself in the head for getting all worked up about safety like eddie always did, but it was something he found himself doing often with you. keeping you safe and sound was one of the few things that kept him from staying up all night. besides, you guys were going to see eddie and the rest of the losers in a bit anyways. the designated role of the pedantic worrier would soon be shrugged off richie's shoulders.

keeping one hand on the wheel, richie’s free hand never left the edge of your knee, not once in the hour-long drive. no matter how far you reached your body out his car's window, his fingers stayed glued around you. you never said anything about the gesture apart from placing your hand over his. being his was something you never got used to, but you were far from complaining.

"richierichierichie i think we're here!" you exclaim, ducking your head back inside the car.

"you sure, dummy? the massive ferris wheel and circus tent means we're close to the carnival?"

your hand leaves his to go shove his temple, "fuck off, rich."

"i know i know, you're really excited," he taps your knee, "so am i."

he pulls into the parking lot, expertly navigating his way through the crowded area before finding a space. an empty space which was coincidentally beside a sketchy beat-up minivan painted with "URIS," in fat letters.

richie laughs, "what are the fucking odds.”

his hand moves from the skin on your knee to the back of your seat, his body shifting to face the rear. you subtly eye your boyfriend sitting in the driver's seat and tried not to physically express any of the thoughts firing in your mind right then. dear god, did he look good today. you end up shamelessly staring at him as he strains his neck to squeeze his way through tight space. his knuckles turn to this ghostly shade of white when he flexed them against the wheel, his rings glinting under the sunlight.

once he finally put the car in park and shifted his weight back to you, he catches your gaze. throwing a wink, he pulls out the keys and stuffs his belongings into his jean pockets.

you’re sure he has zero clue about the effect any of this had on you. sure, he was your boyfriend but sometimes you found yourself feeling scared at how much you liked him. this boy has you wrapped around his finger and he barely knows half of it.

you reach over and run your fingers through his unruly hair a couple more times, enjoying the way the curls bounce back. “you look so good, rich.”

he rolls his eyes at your remark, but you don’t miss the way a small blush reaches tips of his ears. “enjoy it while it lasts, i can’t let the guards recognise me again.”

“i still can’t believe you got fired and banned on the same day, rich. that’s genuinely so impressive, you know that?"

richie rolls his eyes but you see the hint of a grin on his face, “you going soft on me, sweets?”

“could never.” you ruffle his hair, letting your nails glide along his scalp and you laugh at the way his head naturally tips back. richie had no clue why the feeling of your hands in his hair that made him short-circuit, but he wasn’t complaining.

“do we really have to go see them...” richie groans, grabbing your hand and placing it back onto his head when you pulled away.

“richard tozier. i did not pester you to drive us an hour away just so you could fold at me playing with your hair.”

he side-eyes you. “why did i agree to this again?”

“because every day for the last month you wouldn’t shut up about ‘taking eddie’s slushee v-”

“ed’s slushee virginity, riiiight,” he breaks out in a smile, “jesus, can you believe sonia never let him near one in his entire life?”

you tug his fringe towards you and the rest of his head followed, “well, now that he’s all alone there, someone’s got to be there to guide him through his first time, right?”

he faux-pouts back at you, the mischievous glint in his eye sparkling brighter. “fine.”

finally, you let go of his hair and he pecks a kiss against your cheek before putting on his sunglasses and tipping his cap further down his face. opening his car door, you sit there dumbfounded as you watch the 6'2 disguised dork clamber out of his side with your tote bag on his shoulder.

he glances back, offering a hand as if you were going to climb out on his side as well, “c’mon, we don’t have all day.” and richie made sure you knew that by dragging you through the park, evading the guards left and right in under a minute. it was only so long before you spotted a group of idiots wandering aimlessly. bev’s bright red hair was the instant identifier, and watching this bill’s lanky frame grab a fistful of stan’s curls to yank it about sealed the deal.

“stanley, darling,” richie yelled through the crowd, “if you wanted someone to pull your hair that badly you could’ve asked me nicely.” “shut the fuck up, trashmouth!” stan yelled back. “wait. rich?”

you walk over and sling your arm around bev, “you guys haven’t been waiting long, have you?” she grins at the sight of you, “no, but if i have to hear mike argue one more time that the high striker is apparently ‘broken’ i’m going to kill somebody.”

“do me a favour and kill me, bev!” stan’s voice cuts through, followed by a shriek when richie too grabs a handful of his hair.

bev’s hand leaves yours to go smack both boys upside the head. “y’all better stop acting like children before i get fucking fired. i’m not going out like dumbass richie here did.” she eyes the rest of them, who all halt in their tracks.

“yes, ma’am,” the chorus sighed.

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"ed's, i swear on your mother's smokin’ bod that blue is the. best. flavour. there's literally nothing wrong with it."

"you just called blue a flavour, richie-”

"because it can be. it doesn’t matter if blue and red colouring are the same, you can feel the difference.”

"no, i really can't. i don't understand how the colour blue could possibly be-"

richie groans, "fine, eat your mommy's packed lunch like the big boy you are." he teasingly starts to wave his cup in front of eddie's eyes.

"quit it, rich. if eddie doesn’t want toxins in his body, leave him be." ben interjects before sipping his own neon drink.

the boys huddled together around a picnic table they had managed to snatch before the carnival’s lunch rush swept over. richie and bev used to work in the carnival last summer, the two-week period spent with one another supposedly being “worse than the devil’s asscrack.” the comment itself earned richie five slaps, one each from the boys, and a high-five from bev. that was until richie got permanently banned (which you still don’t know how) and now bev carried on by herself whenever they roll back into derry.

currently, you and bev were on your way back from the concession stands, attempting not to spill anything. you each held at least four bags of carnival foods and drinks in your arms, bev also balancing the few candy bars she stashed under her shirt. teeter-tottering your way back to the boys, richie burst out in laughter at the sight of you struggling.

“as graceful as a job you’re doing with that, sweets, do you want some help?” he smirks, already swinging his leg over the chair.

“nope, nothing to see here,” you groan at richie’s smug grin. “rich, i swear to god if you come near me i am going to-”

“hurt me, hit me, murder me, mmhm. i’m sure you’ll do a whole lot of damage.” he winks, swiping the bags from your arms.

“freaky.” stan muttered, churning his slushee with the straw. you grumble at richie’s endearing irritating act of heroism and plop yourself next to stan empty-handed.

“here, you want some?” stan raises an eyebrow, offering his blue slushee towards you.

“thanks stan, but he’s got my...” you glance towards richie, half-expecting to see him distributing the snacks, only to see him aggressively nudge the slushees in eddie’s face. “you know what, i’ll take it.”

stan scoffed, “what, you thought i was offering this from the depths of my generous heart? i thought you knew me better-"

the sound of plastic crinkling and eddie’s yelp cut through stan’s sentence.

you look back at the sight of richie threatening to pour the ice into eddie’s hair, eddie shrieking and wildly missing punches at richie. dear god, your boyfriend was such a menace. richie and eddie never spent a day where they weren’t at eachother’s throats though, but anyone with a pair of eyes could see that they deeply loved one another. rich had that effect on people, you think. he was rarely overtly loving, but it’s not like he needed to be. you guys just knew.

ben smiles sweetly between you and your gaze on richie. “you’re staring again, y/n.”

you immediately snap out of it and go to slug ben in the shoulder. “was not.”

“was too.”

"was. not."

"was too!"

you narrow your eyes at ben who sheepishly smiles in innocence. he reaches over to grab a couple onion rings from your bag to which you lightly slap the back of his hand. he groans, trying again from another angle, “just because i pointed out your goo-goo eyes at trashmouth?”

bev snatched a couple rings from across you and threw them at ben. he chuckles gleefully at the perfect catch. “you know, he’s not wrong,” she points out.

“for the last time, i wasn’t staring,” you groan.

“not about that, genius. the way you’re absolutely whipped for that dick.” she smiles. “i mean,” you barely conceal your smirk, “the dick is pretty g-”

"not what i meant," bev sighs while the rest of them groan at your words.

“seriously though,” bill asks with genuine curiosity, “how did you even end up together? how do you even like someone that much?” bev tuts from the other side, “tread lightly there, denbrough.”

“shut up, you know what i mean. it’s trashmouth we’re talking ’bout here.” bill grins, “it’s a mystery how someone can shut him up so quick.”

you laugh to yourself, thinking about the few times you get to see richie completely speechless. “it’s not that hard, you know?” you shrug softly at the way the losers nod. you may all pretend to hate the life out of him but he always had a special place in each of your hearts. “he cares with everything he’s got, no matter what. he’s always there for you even if you don’t want him to be. i just...i don’t think he’s been anything less than...”

“-if you say ‘perfect’, i’m going to hit you.” stan says.

you roll your eyes at stan, “fuck off, but... but yeah. it’s so easy to love him and i honestly owe you guys an apology for being so annoyingly whipped for that dork,” you joke.

aside from the distant bickering coming from richie and eddie in their own little world, a silence hung over the six of you. it was too quiet. wondering if you said something wrong, you scan over them, only to be met with six variations of a smirk. more than confused, you chuckle nervously. “i was joking about the apology thing but if you really want-”

“you said ‘love.’” bev laughed.

“what?”

“you said ‘love,’” she repeated. “that you loved him.”

“i... of course i love him, he’s..” not trusting any more of the words coming out of your mouth, you cut yourself off and gather your thoughts.

of course you loved richie. each and every one of you loved your resident trashmouth, he was one of your best friends. the two of you were the closest of friends, an insufferable duo for years before you began dating. it might have only been a few weeks since he asked you out, but it’s not like too much changed from when you were friends.

there was only more love, more affection, only slightly more sexual innuendos (majority of them were solely just to piss off stan).

so of course you loved him. more than you did when you were friends. which he’s gotta know... right?

“fuck, maybe i do owe you guys an apology.” you joke.

“don’t think twice about it, this is nothing compared to him. if i took a shot for every time he went on some sort of love ramble about you, i’d be fucking dead.” bev replies, “and then he would carry on.”

you laugh, shaking your head in denial, “c’mon, he does not do that.”

“are you blind?” mike speaks up. “you’ve had him since the first day you joined us at the barrens. i can still see fourteen-year-old richie ogling you clear as day.”

you stammered at your response, tripping over your words. “mike, i think you broke her. she’s become bill,” stan teases.

you go to shove stan again and sorely miss. “anyways, my point is...”

you avoid their eye contact and go back to churning stan’s slushee. “he has my heart, fuck, he’s got all of our hearts. like, is he an asshole? sure. does he get on my nerves every other day? definitely. will he be the death of me? probably. but i l-”

“i sure hope you’re winding up to something there, sweets.”

you snap your head up from your dreamy rambling to see richie smirking next to you and eddie squeezing himself next to bill. you feel yourself go bright red at the realisation that he had been listening.

“i- no. that was it.”

“you sure? you going off about me... ‘but’...” richie pushes, quoting your words.

“richie, if you genuinely think you have redeeming qualities, i suggest some self-reflection.” stan quipped. “yeah, i was just pointing how much you bother us. no ifs, no buts,” you jokingly agree.

“mean,” richie rolls his eyes, shifting back in his seat next to you.

he’s gotta know... right?

you wink and stick your tongue out playfully, to which richie raises an eyebrow at. he glances between the blue drink in your hand and your tongue, his gaze on your lips making you nervous.

“now, what?” you sigh, wiping the ice from your mouth and pretending that you weren’t dying to know what was churning in that brain of his.

“nothing,” richie shrugs smugly, “just that i’ve always wanted to know how my cock looked blue.”

the comment took you off guard, your instant blush only fuelling richie’s grin. without hesitation, you lean over with a faux-pout, an act that has richie’s eyes wide. “careful there, trashmouth,” you tease loudly. “you keep this up and you’ll see how stan’s looks blue.”

bev immediately gasps with her hand over her mouth, followed by mike’s stifled cackle as he slapped richie’s back. the rest of the group looks frankly stunned, and stan’s face is on a whole different level of red.

richie doesn’t even look the least bit angry. his jaw is dropped slightly and he runs his hand over his jaw, trying to stop the chuckle that leaves his throat. if anything he looks proud.

shaking his head with a smile, he slings his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer. “that’s my girl,” he grins.

“yeah, that for sure is tozier’s,” bill says.

there’s no way any of you miss the way richie’s face goes red under that comment and your heart skips a beat when he squeezes your side. when no one’s looking, you lean up and kiss by his ear, absolutely delighted by the deeper shade of red on his face.

“darl, if you don’t stop that i’m going to go as red as stan,” he whispers into your hair. the both of you look back at the boy who’s trying to concentrate on his slushee and not the blush that’s continued to creep to his neck. “i’m actually getting concerned.”

you giggle, “shh, he’s fine.”

“no really, i give it a couple seconds before eddie pulls out his medical fanny pack,” richie says.

you look up at him as you’re tucked into his side, his arm still slung around your shoulder. his dark hair and eyelashes caught the sunlight, his blue eyes glinting as he glanced back. his lips were tipped into their signature cheeky smile, almost like a cue that he was going to say something out of hand. you felt the swell of your heart grow as he raised his eyebrows, prompting what he knew you were going to say.

“you know, earlier...” you whisper, looking down to his hand intertwining with yours. “i just... i wanted to say that i... you know... that i-”

“i feel like i should be offended at how hard it is for you to tell me you love me, sweets,” he whispers back, clearly trying to keep a straight face. fuck. “oh god please, you know i-” richie shushes you, kissing the crown of your head. “it’s okay, i know.” you can feel the curve of his lips against your hair. “i love you too.”

trying to tame the aggressive blush and stupid smile that reached your face, you follow his gaze over to eddie. just like richie joked, he had this fanny pack laid on the table in front of stan. you weren’t listening to anything they were saying, but you watched the way stan was squirming from eddie, insisting he did not have heatstroke. mike stood right behind stan, pinching his cheeks and periodically wrapping his strong arms around stan to stop him from squirming. bev was leaning across ben and bill’s laps, joining in and poking her fun at eddie and you notice how bill’s hands traces figures along bev’s side. ben gazes at the group of them, chiming in every so often when stan’s quips got too violent.

it was one of those moments you wish you could freeze.

after a while, richie whispers into your ear. “do you think they’d even notice if we left for the ferris wheel?”

you break your eye contact from the group to gaze up at him. “nope, not at all. you think you can sneak us some tickets?”

“please, you think i got kicked out of here for nothing?” he scoffs.

“is this how you’re going to get banned again?” you grin, poking his side, “stealing tickets for your girl?”

with a soft smile, he takes your hand to subtly stand and back away from the group. with stifled giggles, the both of you manage to make it at least twenty feet without the losers even noticing. the second you two were out of earshot, richie wraps his hand around yours and begins to run, “i wouldn't want it any other way."

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