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Here We Go Again...

Hate Sex Part 2

Requested: 👍

Summary: It had nearly over a year since you and Auston hooked and you vowed never to do it again. Afterall, it was the worst decision you’d ever made, but for some reason you were drawn back in; especially during All-Star weekend...

Warning: smut, gotta have some angst in there and I guess some fluff?

Author’s Note: Hate Sex was only supposed to be a one-shot kinda thing but I got a request from @w0lvesxpaws to do a part 2 and I love me some requests, so here we are. It’s a lot longer than part one, with quite a bit more exposition but hopefully that’s not a drag. It is a lot more… fluffy than part one which I wasn’t expecting but that’s just what happened I guess? I hate that I haven’t had a chance to write lately and this week was the first week that I had to myself so when I got a request (even if it was Matthews) I just had to take it 😂. I hope this gives everyone a little boost of.. something lol! Enjoy, my loves <3!

P.S. I have no idea what time the 21 in ‘22 competition was at but from the video I watched, it looks like it was sometime in the early evening or like really early morning? So I changed some details to make it fit a bit more for what I was going for.

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After Freddie went to Carolina, there was a weird tension around Mo and Auston for some reason. You hadn’t really had a chance to get to know Freddie, him being besties with Matthews and all, but you knew that Morgan and him got along really well so you weren’t really sure what the issue was between them now. It all came to a head though when you went out with Mo and Tessa for lunch

“The whole Bieber thing is really getting on my nerves,” Mo sneered out of nowhere, “like we get it...”

“What?” you scoffed

“He’s been seeing all these posts again with Auston and Justin Bieber. A lot from before Fred got traded and it’s been messing with his head” Tessa explained

“Why...?” you asked, confused

“Because!” Mo exclaimed loudly, embarrassing himself in front of the restaurant patio and the passersby, “because,” he repeated, clearing his throat, “he’s a completely different person now than he was when Freddie was here and it’s only amplified when Bieber is around.” You tried to keep your feelings to yourself but you couldn’t help but be glad that Morgan was finally starting to see what you’d seen all along. A knowing smirk started on your lips and you thought you hid it well but Tessa noticed it

“We know this is how you’ve always felt about him” she scoffed

“Well...” you scoffed right back, “look, I’ve been dealing with guys like Auston my whole life. The ones who think they’re the best because they’re really good at something that someone else isn’t. The ones with a god complex because no one has told them no in their entire lives. The ones who treat people like stepping stones or who use other people as stepping stones...”

“What are you talking about? I thought you and Auston dealt with all this shit” Morgan sighed

“No,” you finally admitted, “I lied. It was the only way I could get the two of you to stop trying to make us like each other, because it was never gonna happen. He is who he is and it’s not someone that I like. You know I don’t hide my emotions...”

“You really don’t know him though, so you can’t make these assumptions about him” he countered and you scrunched your eyebrows together

“Wait..” you waved your hands in front of your face as you straightened your posture, “now you’re defending him? A second ago, you were saying how much you hated him an--”

“No, I said I didn’t like the person he’s acting like,” Mo interrupted, “I didn’t say I hated him”

“So why have the two of you been acting so weird around each other then?” you asked, leaning back in your chair again

“We haven’t” he said hesitantly

“She’s not wrong, babe” Tessa added

“See?!”

“No I don’t see...” he mocked you slightly

“There’s been tension, Mo,” Tessa continued, “I can never quite tell what it’s about but it’s there. I always just assumed it’s because you and him weren’t hanging out as much because of Freddie. Or me...”

“But now we find out it’s because of Bieber and Matthews’ attitude”

“We’re just trying to find a rhythm again,” he tried, “it’s a little awkward. That’s what you’re feeling; not tension, not hatred, just... awkward.” You could tell that the conversation wasn’t going anywhere. Mo wasn’t going to admit anything to validate how you were feeling and Tessa wasn’t going to push it any further than she had, so the subject was dropped and another was introduced. One you thought you’d never have to deal with again

“So, wait,” Tessa started, “if you lied to us, and you and Auston never dealt with your... issues, what happened that night? After we left?”

“Yeah you told us he was there for like an hour, talking everything out and you worked everything out. That the drama was over with...” Mo said

“I lied when I said that the drama was over with but not that we’d worked everything out” you corrected

“What does that mean?” Tessa asked, “how did you work everything out if the drama isn’t over with?” Suddenly, your mind was flooded with flashbacks of that night, the feeling of Auston’s tongue on your neck, his finger inside of you and your chests heaving against each other in sheer pleasure. You cleared your throat when you realized you’d drifted off for too long before smiling and answering their questions

“The drama will never be over with. Like I said, he is who he is and I don’t like the kind of person he is. You guys can’t try to fix or change that. Not all of us need to like each other just because we interact with the same people...” you rambled, trying to find a point in what you were trying to say, “we both agreed that we’d never see each other. That was the way we worked it out. If we never had to be in the same space as the other again, there would be no reason to... for anything dramatic to happen. Simple. Easy. Pain free.”

“That’s not very mature” Mo scoffed

“It doesn’t have to be mature, it just has to work” you sneered

“You’re a better person than that, (Y/N),” Tessa tried, “you should’ve at least tried to come up with a better solution”

“But I didn’t really want to,” you scrunched up your nose in response before letting out a little giggle, “guys it’s fine. We’re not friends and that’s fine, we don’t need to be. We came up with an solid excuse and you guys were completely unaware that we were lying because it was that solid”

“This can’t stay this way, you realize that right?” Mo said, leaning forward to put his arms on the edge of the table, “now that we know, we have to fix this. Try it again...”

“Absolutely not.” you said firmly, your tone sharp and decisive

“Yes”

“This isn’t up for discussion, Mo,” you argued, “it doesn’t need to be fixed. I don’t need or want him in my life and you need to respect that. I’m sorry there’s tension with the two of you right now. That’s your issue, not mine. I don’t need to change my relationship, or lack there of, with him.”

“Yes you--”

“Just drop it!” you interrupted, standing up to storm off. You didn’t want to go through all of this manipulation again, even if it meant you had to act like a spoiled brat to get out of it.

About a week after your lunch with Tessa and Mo, your best girlfriend surprised you with a trip to Vegas; which meant she had news to share but wanted to be in a crowded place with lots of witnesses. Which meant she was getting engaged and didn’t want you to flip a table or something. You hated being the last unmarried, unengaged, single friend in your group and Mary was all-too aware of this.

“Why Vegas? Why now?” you asked, knowing that the All-Star game was going to be happening when you were there

“Because Hockey!” she said, throwing her arms up in fake excitement and you scoffed

“All-Star weekend?”

“Yeah!” she smiled, “it’ll be fun. We’ll gamble a little, drink a lot, and watch some boys do some stuff with some sticks. Good times to be had by some besties. Say yes, please say yes!” she pleaded, holding onto your arm lightly as she leaned her face into yours and you tried not to break your pout, ultimately failing when she repeated ‘please’ right against your cheek

“FINE!” you laughed, “fine, okay, but I am not gonna like... try to scope out anyone for you to cheat on Kyle with. Professional athletes are not the way to go.”

“Why not?” she asked with a fake frown

“Too cliché” you joked and the two of you giggled in response. When you arrived in Vegas, Mary barely let you put your bags in the room before dragging you down the strip

“I can’t believe we’re here!” she exclaimed and you smiled lightly to yourself as your friend skipped in front of you

“Are you gonna tell me or not?” you said, wanting to hear the news sooner rather than later

“So impatient” she teased

“Mary...” you sighed, stopping in front of her and placing your hands on her shoulders, “I already know what it is so why wait to tell me?”

“You don’t know what it is” she scoffed

“You’re engaged” you spat out, your friend’s jaw dropping as soon as the words left your mouth

“BUT HOW-- was I that obvious?” she said, “I’m not even wearing the ring?!”

“The trip is what gave it away, babe,” you laughed, “you didn’t want me to make a scene so you took me to a place where there’s always people around”

“Well, fuck” she groaned

“It’s fine,” you replied, “we’ll still have a good time. We’ll drink and gamble like you wanted to, we’ll even go see the Skills competition if we can, it’ll be fine”

“Do you hate me?”

“God no!” you laughed, intertwining your arm with hers, “no, I could never hate you. I love that you’re in love, you deserve it. Really.” She beamed her sweet smile before making a sharp turn into the Venetian hotel, determined to ride on the gondola. It was there that you saw a few familiar faces and hoped that they didn’t see you

“(Y/N)?” someone called out and you squeezed your eyes shut before Mary nudged your shoulder

“Fuck” you sighed, still not turning around

“(Y/N)?” he repeated, this time right behind you so you were forced to turn around and respond

“Hi Auston,” you said, feigning that you were happy to see him for Mary’s sake, before turning to Freddie, “how are you Fred?”

“I’m good, thanks,” he smiled, shifting where he stood and you returned the smile, “how are you?”

“I’m doing well!” you replied, “we’re just here celebrating... Mary here just got engaged”

“So you’re at the Gondola ride? Isn’t this supposed to be super romantic or something?” Auston scoffed and you rolled your eyes

“When in... fake Rome” Mary joked as the line began to move

“Well, why don’t we join you then?” he asked and all you could do was glare at him, hoping he’d get the hint and just walk away; but nothing. He and Freddie just stayed in line with you

“If there’s room!” Mary exclaimed, “it could be fun”

“Yeah sure, I’ll give it a try” Freddie added but before you could interject anything, you were directed onto a boat. You giggled when Freddie nearly tipped the boat over when he walked in before sitting beside you, leaving Auston to be right across from you. It was a tense ride. You felt awkward beside Freddie since the two of you had never really spoken much when he was with the Leafs and Auston was... well Auston. You glanced over at Mary a few times and, by the look on her face, she was also feeling the awkwardness. When the ride ended, the four of you fought to get off the boat without rocking it too much and falling into the water; Mary pulling you aside to talk to you

“What the fuck was that?!” she yelled quietly

“What?” you replied dumbly

“(Y/N)...” she tsked before the guys came up behind you again

“So, what’s next?” Auston asked teasingly and you rolled your eyes, “anyone hungry?”

“I could eat” Freddie and Mary said at the same time

“I’m actually not feeling well,” you lied, “lot of rocking on that boat, you know? I should probably grab a cab and make my way back to the room...”

“Where are you staying? I’ll take you back” Auston offered and you furrowed your brow

“No, that’s fine,” you replied with a grimace, “you guys go out to eat, I’ll be fine.” Mary insisted that they wait with you for a cab but pulled you away from the two NHLers to continue asking what was going on, “nothing,” you lied again, “there’s nothing going on”

“I don’t know if I was feeling sexual tension or like... anger but something was going on”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“(Y/N)!” she yelled, bringing Auston and Freddie’s attention to you and Mary had to calm herself down as you got into the cab that had now appeared in front of you, “(Y/N), stop playing dumb. What is going on?” you sighed, peaking over the door at Freddie and Auston

“I don’t like Auston and I don’t feel like wasting my time around him,” you smirked, before slamming the door, “but you can. Bye!” A few hours later, Mary stumbled through the door to the hotel room before calling your name

“I don’t know why you don’t like them, they’re lovely” she slurred

“I said I didn’t like Auston, I didn’t say anything about Freddie” you corrected

“Well, he seems to disagree”

“Well...” you stammered, a little surprised but you brushed it off; it was what it was. “You had fun then?” you asked

“Oh my gosh, yes!” she exclaimed, “they invited us to a party!”

“They invited you to a party” you scoffed

“NO! US!” she corrected you loudly, falling into you with her hands on your shoulders, “Auston was the one who insisted you come”

“Mare...” you sighed, “I’m not going to party with them”

“Oh yes, you are”

“You’re drunk. I don’t even think you should go”

“Oh, it’s not tonight. It’s tomorrow, after the skills competition”

“Ohhh,” you said, “no”

“Yes”

“No”

“Yep”

“Nope”

“YES!” she yelled before passing out on the couch and you shook your head. There was no way you were going to that party, or so you thought.

Auston’s P.O.V

You found (Y/N) and Mary in the small crowd watching the 21 in ‘22 game on the strip and suddenly felt the need to put on your best show. The first shot wasn’t exactly what you wanted but you could still come back from it, so you took your place in line and looked into the crowd, catching (Y/N)’s and winking at her quickly before turning back to the game. You laughed with the guys as you watched their attempts but always looked back to find (Y/N) and Mary’s reactions, this time seeing (Y/N) roll her eyes and whisper something to her friend who tilted her head as (Y/N) walked away as your turn came to an end and you were officially out of the competition. You found Mary when the game was over and asked her where (Y/N) went, Mary just shrugged and gestured in the general direction that her friend went off in

“She said she was cold and then went that way,” she said, “I told her just to wait and that the game would be done soon... but she doesn’t always listen”

“Oh don’t I know it” you scoffed playfully before walking with her toward the building she thought (Y/N) went into

“So, what’s the deal with you two?” Mary asked

“What do you mean?”

“I mean why does she not like you but you seem to like her?”

“She likes me,” you laughed, knowing more than you were letting on, “she just likes to play like she doesn’t”

“Nah,” Mary countered, “I know her. If she doesn’t like someone or something, she’s not gonna hide it. She’ll be polite, sure, but she’s not gonna go the opposite. She’s not gonna play hard to get, that’s not her jam”

“Her jam?” you questioned with a bit of a giggle

“Her move?” she laughed in return as the two of you entered the lobby of the Bellagio, “I don’t know, that’s just what I say when I don’t feel like saying ‘her thing’”

“Well maybe you don’t know everything about her” you whispered, almost teasing her

“Yeah...” Mary furrowed her brow, “I’m sure that’s it”

“Mary, Auston...” (Y/N) greeted, trailing off as she said your name, “what’s going on?”

“We came to find you” Mary answered

“The game’s done” you added

“I gathered,” she bit in return, “Mary we should go. We’ve got that thing”

“You mean the party?” you chimed in

“No,” (Y/N) corrected, “a different thing. A more important thing”

“More important thing? What are you--” Mary asked but quickly realized what (Y/N) was doing and decided to go along with it, “right! for my Bachelorette!”

“Exactly”

“Didn’t you just get engaged?” you said

“It’s never too early to plan” Mary said as (Y/N) dragged her away. You were sure you’d see both of them at the party, Mary had the details, so you let them lie their way out of the lobby for now.

“Mary, seriously,” you whined, “I’m not going to this stupid party with a bunch of cocky hockey dudes looking to... act like cocky hockey dudes in Vegas. Let’s just do something else”

“We were invited,” she said, leaning into the mirror to put on her eyeliner, “it would be rude for us not to show up, at least for a little while”

“One drink,” you urged, “that’s it. One drink and we’re out”

“Fine, mom, one drink.” That rule was quickly thrown out the window as she immediately took two shots when she got to the bar and gave you two shots

“Mary, I said one drink”

“Shots don’t count!”

“They’re still liquid, liquid is a drink, therefore they count”

“Oh my god!” she groaned, “you’re such a buzzkill. Drink the tequila!”

“Yeah, drink the tequila,” Auston said as he creeped in beside you, “it’s good for you”

“You drink it then” you sneered and walked away in irritation

“You’re friend’s just trying to have a good time, why are you being so rude?”

“Rude? I’m not being rude, I’m just not sure why you keep showing up” you answered, the words sharp as the music blared across the room, forcing Auston to get close to you

“I was the one who invited you two” he shouted over the music

“You could’ve left it at that,” you shouted back, stepping back from him to open the gap, “instead of invading my space”

“I’m just trying to be a nice guy” he closed the gap again

“But see, that’s the problem,” you continued to yell over the loud bass that was now beginning to drown you out, “you’re not a nice guy. Stop trying to be”

“What did I ever do to you?” he yelled back as you turned and walked away, pretending not to hear him, “(Y/N), STOP!” his voice boomed over the music as he grabbed your arm

“Let go of me!” you urged, pulling away

“What did I ever do to you to make you hate me like this?” he repeated

“Didn’t we have this conversation like a year ago?”

“As I remember it, we did something very different a year ago” he teased, the space between the two of nil and his eyes laser focused on yours, while you couldn’t help yours from dancing across his features

“We both agreed that should never have happened,” you said shakily before clearing your throat and stepping away, “and will never happen again.” You stormed off, away from the dark room and the loud music, the bright lights of the Las Vegas strip feeling like the most mellow place in comparison, desperate now to find a way home

“Oh, please!” Auston said as he followed you out, forcing you to groan loudly

“Leave me alone”

“You love this,” he scoffed, “this game. You wouldn’t play it if you didn’t”

“OH MY GOD!” you said with an angry scoff before spinning around to face him once more, “YOU’RE DELUSIONAL! There’s no game. I’m not playing anything. I would never play this kind of twisted game. I honestly think you might be insane”

“We had something”

“WE HAD SEX!” you yelled, “that’s it. It was a lapse in judgement fuelled by sheer hatred for one another. Not some game. Not some moment. Just something that should’ve never happened”

“Is that right?” he said lowly as he moved closer to you, a cab pulling up beside you, “then why do I catch you staring at my mouth constantly?”

“It’s not..” you hesitated, “I’m short, you’re tall, my eyes just land there”

“I think it’s more than that,” he whispered, leaning you back onto the side of the cab, “I think you’re remembering what my lips felt like your skin. I think you’re thinking about the next time you can kiss me…” You felt yourself take a deep breath before pushing back against him, your lips just barely missing his from the angle he was at

“I think you’ll always want me more than I’ll ever want you” you whispered against his mouth before you opened the car door and quickly closed it behind you, watching from the rear view window as he stood there motionless. The ride back to your hotel let you catch your breath enough that you found your composure again. Why was this happening again? The idea of him made you scream with irritation but every time he got close to you, all that anger built up and there only seemed to be one way to let it go. You made your way toward the elevator of the hotel lobby and tried to shake off everything that happened

“Surprise” you saw Auston’s smirk in the reflection of the elevator as you waited for the doors to open

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You groaned, “why are you here?”

“We’re not finished”

“We are actually, because I said everything that needed to be said. Just go back to the party, Auston” the door opened and you stepped inside pressing the ‘door close’ button quickly so he wouldn’t follow you, but he had been too close to you to avoid it, “Jesus Christ, are you serious?”

“Admit it”

“Why are you so full of yourself?”

“‘Cause you wanna be full of me?”

“Ew” you scrunched up your nose

“Yeah, that wasn’t my best”

“Go back to your hotel, to that party, anywhere but here”

“Not until you admit that there’s something here”

“I haven’t talked to you in a year,” you scoffed, “you think I’d do that to someone that I had something with?”

“If it was a game”

“I swear to god,” you laughed as you threw your head back before feeling his eyes on your exposed neck, forcing you drop your head forward again, “how many times do I have to say this? I’m not playing games, I don’t play games. This is not a game. You need to get that into your tiny brain and leave me the hell alone.” The elevator dinged, the doors opening slowly, and you began to make your way out when Auston outstretched his arm in front of you to block your path but you rolled your eyes, arms folded across your chest, and ducked underneath to make your way down the hall, “don’t follow me”

“Too late” you could hear the smirk on his voice

“Stop!” you yelled, turning around sharply but he was closer than you thought and your body collided with his

“Shhh,” he said with a finger in front of his lips, a smile creeping across them, “don’t want to wake the rest of the floor.” You found yourself in front of your door but you weren’t going to open it until he was gone, “is this you?”

“No” you lied

“We should go inside” he leaned down until you pushed him back slightly

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoffed, “you still think that this is a game”

“Because it is”

“It’s not,” you repeated for what felt like the millionth time, “this is you trying to get your way. No one has ever disagreed with you have they?” You could see him contemplating the question which led you to scoff and shake your head, “well let me be the first of many”

“You’re not disagreeing with me”

“Fucking hell, Auston,” you growled, “get over yourself.” You finally turned to put your key in the hotel room door and Auston was quick to rest his hands on your hips, leaning down again and putting his lips to your ear, his breath warm as it cascaded down your neck; the lock finally read your key card and you opened the door slowly. How are you going to get rid of him? Did you really want to?

“Nice room” he said as his hands wrapped around your body, keeping you close to him

“Stop” you said in a whisper before pulling his arms off of you

“Seriously?”

“Why can’t you understand that I don’t like you?”

“You’re giving mixed signals” he argued and, honestly, you knew you probably were

“Let me be very clear then,” you countered, dropping your purse and coat on the small table near the beds, “I think you’re a pretentious, rude, selfish, narcissistic, misogynistic asshole who’s never had anyone tell him he can’t do anything because you’re ‘good at hockey’ and that somehow means you can get away with being the kind of person you are”

“You think I’m good at hockey?”

“FUCKING HELL!!” you held your head in frustration, “that’s all you got? It’s not me sending you mixed signals, it’s you completely blocking everything out that’s not beneficial to you”

“So you’re telling me that you don’t yell at me and then fall back into me when I get close to you? That you don’t watch my jaw tense as I stare at your lips? That you didn’t shiver when lips were on your ear or when my hands gripped your hips?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Really?” He continued, “so I should go?”

“Absolutely” you let out a sigh of relief, he’d finally heard you

“Yeah?”

“Yes” you furrowed your brow

“I shouldn’t take off my coat and move closer to you?” He said as he did just that, your eyes watching as he made his next moves

“That’s what I’m saying, yeah”

“I shouldn’t then, I guess, help you take your heels off,” he smirked as he knelt down in front of you, fingers trailing your body until he got to your feet, the sensation of the 4-inch death traps being removed earning a moan from you that you didn’t anticipate, “we’ve been here before haven’t we?”

“It was the shoes” you replied, trying to contain your own smirk

“Yeah?” He asked, making his way up your body, his lips barely making content until the two of you were face to… chest. “So, if my hands wound up on your ass,” he whispered as you felt his hands circle your waist until they landed where he’d led them, “you wouldn’t let out a gasp?” You closed your eyes quickly when you couldn’t stop the noise from escaping your lips and when you opened them, you found him smirking back at you. Your hands unconsciously went to grip his shoulders, as if you were trying to balance yourself, and your breath hitched in your throat as his face moved closer to yours

“Mmm nope” you finally pulled away, shaking your head quickly as you did so, and continued to back away

“And those aren’t supposed to be mixed signals?” He scoffed with a smile

“You need to go home”

“Why? Afraid you might actually like me?”

“No”

“You want me to touch you though, don’t you?”

“I want you to go back to your hotel”

“Fine” he threw his hands up as he walked toward the door and you closed your eyes gently, feeling grateful that you avoided another bad decision, walking to the door as well so you could lock it behind him. “But before I go…” he said, turning around quickly and pinning you against the wall; your eyes falling to his lips as you felt his do the same

“Let me go” you whispered as his hands held you in place

“Make me” he grinned in return and you couldn’t focus. This was not where you thought the night would end and all you could think to yourself was here we go again... Your eyes finally left his lips, meeting his eyes next and he softened, his hands releasing your wrists from where they had been pinned and, in turn, they found themselves back on his shoulders. Fuck, you thought, don’t do it (Y/N). Your eyes bounced back and forth between his while your chest heaved as the two of you stood in a very familiar position. Just walk away, you thought once more, you did it before. He leaned down once more, this time his lips finally connected with yours slowly and deeply while he dragged his hands around your waist until they reached your ass for the second time tonight, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. A lot had changed in a year. He wasn’t as fast and harsh as he had been the last time you’d done this. It was almost like he learned something along the way. Heavy breaths escaped your lips as he kissed down your jaw to behind your ear and down your neck, nipping at your collarbone when you tugged at his hair, switching the always-present baseball cap backwards to get it out of your way. He moved to the other side of your neck, pressing a small kiss to your lips before he got there, and you tightened your legs around his waist, leading him to push you harder against the wall, as if the two of you were trying to keep you upright.

He reached a spot on your neck that had always been more sensitive on one side then the other and you let out a small moan, “that feel good?” He said, not moving his lips from the spot as he spoke and you freely nodded at the sensation that even his breath gave you. Fuck, you thought to yourself, your brain almost completely blank. His hands squeezed your thighs before planting his lips onto yours and setting you down gently, not breaking the kiss as he guided you back toward the open space where the two double beds were. Your hands gently trailed down his body until your fingers reached the hem of his black t-shirt, beginning to push it up and your hands caressed his bare skin underneath as the fabric cleared his head, lips parted only for a second before crashing back into each other. He began tracing his finger down your spine and you felt goosebumps rise on your skin, your arms now wrapped tightly around his neck and your hands tangling in his long hair. He hadn’t made too many moves yet and everything was moving at a glacial pace at this point that you pulled away from the kiss to move down his body, pressing your lips into his skin every once in a while until you got to the top of his jeans.

You began undoing the button before looking up at him to gauge his reaction, catching a smile before you pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down quickly; freeing his hardened cock. You glanced up at him once more before taking him in your mouth, slow as his kisses had been, looking up every once in a while when you felt his body move; head falling backwards, hands moving closer to your head, unsure if he should grip your hair or not. “Fuck,” he moaned out, “fuck,” you moved faster, adding your hands to speed up the process, truly hating the salty taste of him in your mouth but relishing in what you could do to him. His orgasm rushed over him shortly after that and your throat was quickly filled with his cum.

“Well jeez,” you laughed as you wiped your mouth, “that was a lot wasn’t it?” Auston chuckled in response, placing his hand under your arms to lift you up

“That was good for me”

“Great” you scoffed before heading toward the bathroom, needing to get the taste out of your mouth

“You could’ve spit, didn’t have to swallow” he teased, appearing behind you as you rinsed your mouth with water and then mouthwash, looking back at him in the mirror

“Didn’t I though?” you narrowed at your eyes at him before he leaned down to kiss your neck before moving to kiss your back. You watched as his body continued to move out of your eyesight in the mirror, the feeling of his lips impeded by the fabric of your dress, which he soon lifted up and pulled down your underwear

“Lace huh?” he snickered from behind you and you shook your head at what thought he must be having before all of a sudden feeling his finger push on your clit and his tongue began eating you out from behind

“Fuck!” you gasped, surprised at what was happening, “oh my god!” You relaxed into the pleasure and you were surprised at the sounds that released into the echoey room, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror just before you came. “Fuck, holy fuck!” you screamed, legs now wobbly, Auston catching you just before you fell, “where the fuck did you learn to do that?” You breathed heavily as he carried back to the bed

“What would you say if I said porn?” he laughed

“I wouldn’t be surprised”

“That’s the answer then.” Once he set you down on the bed, he quickly pulled your dress off before he climbed on top of you, pressing his body close to yours as he kissed you again. He shifted himself onto his shins before he pushed himself inside of you and you bit your lip at the feeling of finally being filled up by him. He lifted one of your legs up for a better angle, ramming his hips what felt like as hard as he could into yours

“Shit” you breathed

“You’re still so tight” he moaned

“Shut up” you said

“You don’t like that?”

“Seriously, Auston, shut up”

“Say my name”

“SHUT UP!” You yelled, turning the two of you around so you were now riding him. “Fuck, fuck, mmm, yeah,” you moaned as you bounced up and down his shaft

“Fuck” he breathed in return, his hand flat against your skin as it roamed your body, ultimately cupping your right breast. You could feel his thighs tense underneath you as you moved faster, urging you to slow down so you could feel him completely. When you slowed down, Auston sat up and placed kisses along your breasts before licking your nipples teasingly, earning a playful scoff from you, “you’re beautiful, you know?”

“You really need to learn to stop talking during sex, you know?”

“I think you need to know how amazing you are,” he said, his arms tightly wrapped around you to bring you close to him as you continued to ride him slowly, “I don’t think anyone’s really told you”

“What makes you say that?” You asked, furrowing your brow and draping your arms limply over his shoulders

“You wouldn’t be having hate sex with me if they had”

“So you think this is my low self-esteem fucking you?”

“Yeah, pretty much” he replied and you took a deep breath of pure annoyance

“Look,” you scoffed, “I just need you to stay quiet until we’re finished okay?”

“I can’t say anything?”

“Nothing,” you said, speeding up just a little, your back arching and pushing your chest into his body even tighter than it was, “unless it’s moaning”

“Fuck”

“Yeah,” you answered in a breath, “only that”

“You feel so good”

“Fuck” you moaned, lobbing your head back, letting Auston kiss up your exposed neck, his tongue gliding slowly against your skin until it reached that sensitive spot again. “Mmm, fuck” you breathed, letting him know he was where he needed to be and he kissed that spot until you came, surely leaving a mark, and you climbed off him, inching toward the edge of the bed so you could clean yourself off

“Wait” he stopped you

“What now?” You groaned

“Get in the shower with me”

“What?”

“Shower. Now” it was almost a demand but without the harshness that it should’ve had. He outstretched his hand to you and you took it hesitantly. He started the water first before letting you step into the shower first, closing the door behind him when he finally got inside. He knelt down and began messaging your legs with soap and all you could do was watch him

“What is going on?” You thought to yourself. He cleaned you off, grabbing the loofah from the shower shelf and rubbing it softly on your back until you had relaxed enough to fall into him; realizing quickly what was happening and snapped yourself out of it, “alright, you finish up. I have no idea when Mary is going to be back and you shouldn’t be here when she gets here”

“Mhm, sure” he smirked as you opened the glass door and grabbed a towel before cleaning up the mess the two of you had made around the hotel room. Clothes strewn everywhere like a hurricane had passed through. You slipped on an oversized sweatshirt that you’d slept in for years, perfectly tattered and comfortable, and waited impatiently for Auston to get out of the shower so you could push him out of the door.

“Alright!” You exclaimed when he finally appeared in a towel, “get dressed fast or take your clothes with you, it’s time to go”

“Relax, jeez,” he laughed, “how are you this tense after sex?”

“You can’t stay”

“Let me get dressed,” he said, taking the pile that was his clothes from you and sat down at the foot of the bed, “just sit down.” You sat up against the pillows and bit at the sleeve of your sweatshirt, watching as he took forever to actually get dressed but distracted by a collection of freckles on his shoulder blade. Before you knew it, you’d crept behind him and began tracing your finger across them, “hey there” he chuckled

“Huh?” You questioned, snapping back to what you were doing, “sorry, I just… have you always had these freckles?”

“Probably,” he replied, turning slightly to look at you over his shoulder, “I don’t really look at my own back too often”

“Hmm,” you hummed before catching his stare, “what?”

“Nothing” he said before shaking his head and standing up to put his underwear and jeans on

“No, it’s something, what?” You insisted

“You just look beautiful like this, that’s all”

“Like this?” You asked, not sure what he was talking about. He sat back down, putting on his shoes that you’d also gathered from the mess in the other room

“No makeup, damp hair, drying into its natural wave, relaxed…”

“Why are you doing this?” You asked, biting your sleeve again as he stayed turned away from you

“Doing what? Being nice? I told you last time I can be a nice guy, you j-”

“No,” you stopped him, compelling him to finally turn back around, finding you in a more vulnerable position than you’d been in in a long time. Certainly not with him, “complimenting me and telling me I need to be told I’m amazing?”

“Because you do,” he said simply, “and the compliments are more observations than anything”

“Auston, seriously…”

“I am being serious. (Y/N), I don’t know what guys you’ve been with that don’t make you feel good about yourself but let me be one that tells you how amazing you are and how beautiful you are. Believe it. You’re the only person I’ll ever work this hard for.” You waited a minute before doing or saying anything else but your body took over and you leaned in slowly, heat rising to your cheeks as your lips hovered in front of his, waiting for him to lean the rest of the way; your finger resting on the bottom of his chin curling enough to let him know you wanted him too. It was a slow kiss, passionate, yes, but sweet. Not really what you’d been used to, with him or anyone, and you sunk into it long enough for him to pull you into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Mmm” you hummed and you could tell he was expecting a ‘nope’ to follow the way it had earlier but nothing came so he continued until you finally pulled away. You kept your eyes closed for a moment longer, letting the feeling of his lips leave yours before finally opening your eyes, finding his eyes staring into yours and dancing back and forth while you loosened your grip around his neck, “you should go” you whispered

“Or maybe I should stay” he said softly as you got off his lap and pushed yourself back against the pillow, shaking your head

“Mary will be back soon” you replied, a small smile playing on your lips before you raised your hand to your mouth once more. He squeezed your knee before standing up and placed a small kiss to your forehead

“Okay” he whispered but before he could walk away you grabbed one of his fingers so you could have one last kiss, your breath completely taken away as he cupped your face lightly. You bit your lip when you parted from the kiss but stayed close

“No more,” you said, “this was the absolute last time”

“Sure”

“I’m not kidding”

“Until next time” he smiled, pecking your lips once more before he finally left.

#Auston Matthews #Auston Matthews smut #Auston Matthews fic #NHL fic #NHL smut #Auston Matthews Imagine #NHL imagine #NHL #hockey #TML #masterlist #the other masterlist #hate s*x

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xjulixred45x · 29 days

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heyyyyyyy!! so i saw that your reqs were open and thought id throw one in since YK- LOVE UR WORK!

and ik ive been requesting this kind of thing only (if u dont wanna do it for this reason, i understand!!) but- Could I please have a Yanplatonic Mephisto/Lucifer/Amaimon x Reader?

This time could you maybe do it with Reader being human, An exwire and completely unrelated to them at all. They hate demons with a passion, But somehow these mfs suddenly decide "yep, new sibling" and surprise adopt kidnap her?

Thanks for considering!! Love your work, Make sure to take breaks if tired!

-TML

YES!!!working on this kind of this is what make Requests so fun!Amaimon will be kind of funny to write🤣 thanks for the Request ❤️

PD: for some reason i imagine this Reader has some Shinobu personality? It's hinch.

Platonic Yandere Mephisto Pheles,Lucifer and Amaimon x Ex-wire! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, PLATONIC YANDERE, OBSESIVE BEHAVIOR, MENTIONS OF BREAKING READER, FORCED FAMILITY, the three of them TOGHETHER on the title is NOT enough warning?? Illuminati, Amaimon is Mean sometimes--

SPOILERS FROM THE MANGA!!!

As said above, (reader) has a very complicated past with demons, to the point of hating them.

It can honestly be anything, whether your family has been affected by the blue night, by District 13 or simply that your parents have been exorcists who have died in the line of duty.

In any case, (reader) ended up developing a great hatred towards these creatures and decided that she would become an exorcist, in order to get out all that pent-up rage.

In general, I imagine this (reader) as a quite aggressive person and has trouble opening up, so she gets her emotions out through outbursts of anger.

but at the same time he is very intelligent, he uses his environment to his advantage and knows how to take advantage of his resources.

He has what we call "street smarts"

I have no idea who would be the one to take care of (reader) during her training before being Ex-wire, although with her personality, she would run away from any caregiver she had.

(I think the only exception would be Angel because 1- he is strong like that and 2- they share a similar hatred towards demons).

(reader) manages to enter the Ex-wire class, and stands out both for better... and for worse.

First of all, her classmates have a difficult time trying to talk to her (even Shiemi) precisely because of her closed attitude, in addition to the fact that she has constant friction with Izumo and even with Bon.

and most importantly she feels something strange with Rin...

(reader) doesn't know what it is, but she already hates it.

The only one safe from his outbursts is practically Konekomaru (and the weird kid with the puppets, whatever his name is).

It is because of this very fuss that it causes that it ends up attracting the wrong attention.

Mephisto is the first to have interest in (reader)

Not from the beginning as such, no no, although Mephisto had noticed her completely wild attitude compared to her companions (which he found hilarious to say the least) I think it would not be the trigger for him to become interested in (female reader).

I think it's only until (the reader) gets to share her experience, her horrible past with demons, the pure, burning HATE she has for them, that Mephisto finds her very interesting.

Oh humans, so diverse and with many facets~

but Mephisto definitely liked how open she (reader) was in her hatred, that she wasn't looking for moral supremacy or anything like that, she just wanted blood and she loves that!

so he tries to approach in a very unsubtle way and see more of that side knowing how much she hates demons.

appearing out of nowhere in the hallways to scare her and make her curse him, appearing in his dog form in her room to parasite (and then being kicked out) and a long etc.

In this way he not only became involved in the life of (the reader) but also learned more about her in the process, giving emphasis to the growing obsession.

Mephisto wants to know more about this "problematic" student who has caught his interest, whether it is having her academic record or all the information he has and whatever he has, he is not satisfied until he has it all.

It's almost as if I had replaced reading manga with the history of (reader)😅🤣

In this way, now every time he ran into (the reader), Mephisto made jokes and pranks that were increasingly more personal, more intimate.

and that is very scary.

apart from the fact that he behaves in a more... sticky way with (reader).

and that is VERY obvious.

He greets you with a HUG or a pat on the head (no, he doesn't care if you bite him or try to hit him).

and he is even the first to ask (reader) to call him "Oni-chan"

(how fucking disgusting--)

Mephisto is like the older brother who constantly bothers you.

and it is very difficult to get out of its grip.

Do you try to go outside the bedrooms? appears in the form of a dog.

Do you try to go for a walk around campus? appears randomly. It is impossible to surprise him.

But he does have something like an agent that helps him keep (the reader) in line.

That's when Amaimon comes in.

Honestly, he wouldn't be interested in (reader) at first, even though his older brother seemed to have an interest in her.

So, when he told him to keep an eye on her, he didn't think much of it other than it was a nuisance.

While Amaimon finds the task of "taking care of (reader)" annoying, he can't really do much against his brother. Although I think that to have fun from time to time he would make some things happen to (reader) just to make her angry. Like trowing insects at her or even leaving Creepy ass things in her locker.

It's boring for him, better than being a hamster, but extremely boring, so he starts picking on her.

She clearly sees him and curses him every time she sees him about to do something "mischievous" to her or when she hears him commenting on how "weak she is" in training. He thinks it's funny to see her all grumbling.

although eventually it becomes more than that.

Amaimon seems quite carefree, but as time goes by, he takes his "task" of "protecting" (reader) more seriously.

After all, being so weak, who else could take care of her?

He is one of the first to kill for the "well-being" of (reader).

I mean, he can do it as long as it's not one of the Okumura brothers, let him have some fun.

at the same time that he begins to want to have more interaction with (reader) beyond making her angry.

fight, for example.

After all, there must be something about her that caught her older brother's attention. Maybe she has something that he doesn't realize?

although without knowing it he is only falling into the same obsessive trap as his brother.

Once Amaimon becomes a student, rest assured that he will be glued to (reader) and insist that they fight, but she either tells him to fuck off every time or tries to escape from his grasp, without success.

It's like the meme of "fight me You nerd ass punk"🤣

Although don't get me wrong, I think he would be the most manageable of the three, even the "best" brother as far as possible.

(Bonus if you are a distant relative of Shiemihaza, maybe it would explain why Mephisto likes to mess with you so much, to screw with the Vatican)

He already understood that he can't make (the reader) fight with him by bothering her, so now he's simply trying to "figure out" what the hell he does to get there.

although at the same time, being as carefree as he is, he doesn't have so much problem giving (the reader) some time alone and can even distract Mephisto for a while so that she is less irritable.

Amaimon discovers that he actually likes it when (reader) talks and doesn't just grunt.

He's like that awkward brother but if you do him a favor he'll have your back, more or less.

Because he wants you to spend time with him.

It makes (the reader) at least watch him fight if she's not going to fight him.

I think Lowkey wants to show her how strong he is because well, Ego. but it is also a way to measure the strength of (reader) by her reactions. And intimation

although I doubt this (reader) will be intimidated.

He is definitely the first to suggest eliminating (reader's) entire family if she has one left :)

He's not really a fan of (reader) calling him a brother like Mephisto, but he demands the respect of an older brother and at some point he won't let (reader) walk all over him.

Mephisto and him argue about whether it's a good idea to let him (reader) fight him or not, precisely because Mephisto doesn't want him to get hurt.

and Amaimon WANTS to understand what made him become so attached to her. Maybe by fighting he will understand.

NOW, THE MAIN COURSE.

LUCIFER

(reader) at first would only know him from certain mentions of Amaimon that came to nothing, but when the Illuminati's declaration of war occurs or in any case something related to section 13, she understands everything...

There's a small chance that Shima told the Illuminati about (reader) seeing how "close" she was to Mephisto, which would make Lucifer interested.

Why are his brothers so interested in a completely human student who isn't even related to them?

(reader: same man, same)

So naturally he makes them investigate (reader) to understand why out of nowhere his brothers seem so attached to a simple human.

Who knows, maybe it will serve the Illuminati in some way.

(ignoring the hypothetical case of being a descendant of ShiemiHaza) when Lucifer does not find anything really relevant in his search, he is more doubtful than before, but he reasons, perhaps the human has some kind of ritual that only Mephisto knows about.

There HAS to be something that makes his brother like this.

For the same reason, if Lucifer tries to ask Mephisto directly, he becomes very defensive, telling him to stay away from the students and especially from (the reader).

which only gives him more motivation to want to know more about her.

so 1- seeing that she really doesn't want to be with Mephisto and Amaimon orders Shima to recruit her or 2- (more likely) he directly kidnaps her during the declaration of war on the true cross :)

Be that as it may, (reader) ends up on the Illuminati ship more deranged than ever, and well, it makes sense, now they not only harass her, chase her and pull her from one place to another, but they kidnap her!

Even if Lucifer maintains manners and courtesy, as soon as (the reader) realizes that he is a demon, he becomes wild and tries to get out by all possible means, including jumping off the ship!

Fortunately, Homare constantly watches her and, to his relief, she is not very talkative.

But Lucifer is still quite confused. If this human has absolutely nothing special then why is he important?

although he understands a little better when Mephisto demands that he return his "sister"

Ah, so that was it. family ties.

He is the quickest to accept that (reader) is something like a new brother, so as soon as he finds out this new information, he goes to (reader) and demands to know EVERYTHING about her.

likes, dislikes, what his life was like, his abilities, his weaknesses, whatever, his most obsessive side comes to light.

and (reader) is so confused that she barely answers 1/4 of the questions.

Now, Lucifer is like combining Mephisto and Amaimon.

He is very protective, but he is not on top of (reader) all day (at least not the same one, Homare is usually the one who watches the reader)

He wants (reader) to treat him like an older brother and be referred to as such, but he doesn't force her.

uses a similar approach as with Yukio. He slowly attracts her so that she gets used to HIM.

but it doesn't mean it's not bad.

If (reader) still has a family, he will use them as a constant threat against (reader) to improve her attitude and behavior, he is not above killing them if he feels particularly jealous.

Although I think he would kill (reader)'s sibilings if she had them. After all, she already has him and his brothers, humans could never be equal.

He doesn't spend as much time with (reader) as the other two, but he makes up for it with PRETTY expensive gifts and things he knows she likes (from stalking her).

I think he would only return (reader) if a kind of agreement is reached with Mephisto, in which they both share (reader) and Amaimon goes with her when she is with both of them, that way Mephisto can ensure that Lucifer returns (reader) (reader) and vice versa.

I know this was about their relationship as brothers with (reader) but it reminds me a lot of divorced parents who share custody of their children... although of course, these parents are crazy.

going straight all together, it's not as bad as one would think.

Mephisto is the biggest pain in the ass, that's for sure. He is VERY POSSESSIVE of (reader) to an almost ridiculous point.

He likes to put clothes similar to him, it's a way of "showing dominance" and he likes to think that this way they seem more like a family.

Being with him prepare yourself for a lot of unwanted physical contact and to spend HOURS watching your former classmates suffer from his tricks and be left on the sidelines because you can no longer even carry a weapon...

INFANTILIZATION AT MAXIMUM POWER, he loves to pamper (the reader) and act as if she were a little girl, either because it amuses him to see her angry or because for someone who is thousands of years old like him, she IS indeed a baby.

he reacts VERY badly to rules being broken, if (reader) wants to save herself from punishment (most likely having broken bones, even if he speeds up time so it's not THAT bad, it's horrible) she should go to Amaimon.

He's the best, I already said it.

more than anything because he "understands" better the situation of stress under the thumb of his older brother and now he can understand affection a little better, even if it is still toxic.

but don't be fooled.

If he sees the slightest possibility that (reader) is going to leave him, then he will tell Mephisto or Lucifer to ruin any plan, that's how he is.

apart from the fact that he follows (reader) s everywhere to "inform" Mephisto and Lucifer of his well-being. and it is impossible to lose him, he has a connection with the entire earth and a great ability to find what he wants. Do not even try.

although as long as you give him some affection and treats, he's actually quite manageable, not clingy or overly jealous, just very aggressive and protective.

(another who would want to kill the reader's brothers when seeing them as a threat to their relationship).

and Lucifer...he's a mix.

he's not AS possessive as Mephisto, but he definitely wants everyone to know that (reader) is HIS sister.

He has great respect for the rules and he wants them to be followed, but when it is (the reader) who breaks them, he is much more lenient.

Be careful, I don't want to say that he is exempt from horrible punishments, if (reader) exceeds a limit of errors, then he will not be saved from one.

but Lucifer goes more for the Psychological side of things.

It makes (reader) believe that she is in control of the situation, a situation where she has no real advantage.

In this way he gains her favor but causes him to fall into his trap.

because HE is the one who is in control of everything. If (reader) goes far, it is because he allows it.

very protective, more than Mephisto, if it were up to him she wouldn't leave the Illuminati base, but at the same time he gives (reader) much more autonomy than Pheles.

It's very difficult to come to terms with him, but at least you can use his own sense of the rules against him :D

I think that the one most likely to break (reader) would be Mephisto, followed by Lucifer, these two would undoubtedly do it on purpose so that (reader) would stop trying to escape. Amaimon would only do it by accident due to his lack of knowledge of the human mind.

If (reader) develops Stockholm syndrome, Mephisto is throwing a fucking party! even LUCIFER would be happy (reader) has returned to his senses! and Amaimon would be happy but he would definitely miss the anger.

In short, it's chaos, but it balances out in certain curious ways so you get a little bit of each world.

Overall, it's a VERY fucked up yandere trio to be with, but look on the bright side! you will never be alone...

Shares, reglogs and comments are very welcome!

thanks for the request ❤️

ahhhh I loved writing this but I feel like some parts are messy?😭 or maybe because it's my longest fic so far?? I hope you like it and I'm sorry if it's too loaded!

#headcanons #fem reader #blue exorcist #blue exorcist spoilers #blue exorcist mephisto #blue exorcist lucifer #blue exorcist amaimon #yandere blue exorcist lucifer #yandere mephisto pheles #yandere amaimon #yandere platonic #platonic reader #platonic yandere #ao no exorcist #ao no exorcist lucifer #ao no exorcist x reader #ao no exorcist mephisto #ao no exorcist amaimon #blue exorcist x reader

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themerlinlibrary · 4 months

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Favourites Friday – Bonus New-Years Round: Fave of 2023

TML Favourites Friday round-up! New Year's Eve Bonus round (mixed!)

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a different theme is announced on Friday each week; FF recs must match the theme of the week

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only self-recs during self-rec rounds (last Friday of each month)

Theme for this bonus round: 2023 Favourite!

Since this is a bonus round, both regular and self-recs were permitted. Self-recs are labelled as such.

Like Every Tree Stands on Its Own by LeMightyWorrier E, 148k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Divergence, Mythology

False Hearts Know by Excited_Insomniac E, 51k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, Fake relationship

Arthur, Sincerely by MerlinLikeTheBird M, 49k, Merlin/Arthur Canon AU

in the arms of your protection (darling, i am yours to hold) by stolenstars T, 7k, Merlin/Arthur Canon era, Angst with a happy ending

The Neurodivergent Sorcerer's Guide to Graduating by Imagined T, 8.3k, Merlin/Arthur Modern with magic, College/Uni AU

Let's Be Winners by Mistake by Seravia E, 48k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU

The Greater of Two Evils by N16 T, 4.9k, Merlin & Arthur (gen) Canon Era

Spit it out (Jot it down) by kirani, kiraniafterdark (kirani), NoSaladAllowed T, 3,9k, Merlin/Arthur Canon era, epistolary

Back on Track by kirani T, 5.9k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU Self-rec

Pride by s0mmerspr0ssen E, 9k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, BDSM

All Things Loved and Lovesick by horsecrazy E, 90k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, vet

Separate Harmonies from Chords by thesongistheriver E, 12k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, musician and theatre Self-rec

I wish I'd known then by Zaharya T, 7.6k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, Roommates Self-rec

Somewhere Between the Sand and the Stardust by Cithara E, 110k, Merlin/Arthur Canon AU, Marriage of convenience

Merlin's fourth job by SnufflesThePig Not rated, 53k (WIP), Merlin/Arthur Canon AU/Era, Dragonlord Merlin

From the Shadows to the Light by PeaceHeather T, 580k, No relationships tagged Post Canon fix-it Self-rec

One Fool Thing by Of_Ivy_and_Gold E, 26k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, coffee shop AU

Long May It Burn by Imagined T, 6,3k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Era, Post Canon

Dirty Laundry by MerlinLikeTheBird G, 5.9k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Era Self-rec

And Everywhere I Look, I Look At You by aemelia_pendragon M, 19k (WIP), Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, Roommates

With and without you by Theroundbartable Not rated, 20k, Merlin/Arthur Canon AU, Magic reveal

I Don't Know How to Start by Shadow_Hole, thetreeofwillow M, 39k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Era, Hurt/Comfort Self-rec

The Coup by s0mmerspr0ssen T, 9k, Gwaine & Merlin Canon AU

A Good Life by Sorceressofdragons M, 73k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU, Slow burn

All Tied Up by Sage_Owl E, 4.2k, Merlin/Arthur Modern with magic, succubi & incubi

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candlecoo · 1 year

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Just imagining mage Izuku and Test my limits Izuku having very different opinions on Denki

Absolutely in MAH au Denki's an annoying gnat that won't leave Izuku alone and just talks about memes and asks him dumb questions, but in TML au while Denki can be silly he's the trio's rock. He makes sure everyone is okay, tries to lighten the mood when he can or just provides comfort when he can't. Denki's quirk is the most outwardly dangerous so he goes out of his way to be a safe place for people he loves.

#mage among heroes au #test my limits au #candle answers #ask the candle #bnha au #bnha #bnha headcannons

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kimvvantae · 6 months

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BUT ALSO I’d rather you be doing well and us not get updates rather than vice versa! I love Saudade and TML so so so much and can just imagine endings for them if it’s not in your best interest to finish them!!!! 😘

dude that's so nice of you to say!! dropping random isa lore but talking about my mental health rn?? the times in my life when i was so obsessively invested in writing a fic that i updated it almost weekly (yeah there was a time like that), were the times were my mental health was at THE LOWEST point. i wrote a lot to escape real life. and it might sound strange but these months i stayed away from tumblr were the months i was, like, actually living?? so many good changes happened in my life (and some very bad things too) but like, i feel very alive rn?? also i feel very normal about bts (meaning i was not so normal about them a while ago) which is great honestly!!

however i still love writing & am very passionate about my stories! i really want to finish saudade and i'm finishing that smut scene in tml5 i promised! thank you soo much for sticking around for so long!!! it's so sweet and encouraging really 😭😭🥹🥹

#ask #fic:the misadventures list #fic:saudade #cute anon

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lostmykeysie · 1 year

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I gotta tell you. You are the reason I went to waitrose today (I’m visiting the Uk and we walked by one I I just went oh I know this from a fic and my friend was like…do you want to go in? So now we have vegan cheese from waitrose.) tyvm<3

OMG NO WAY WELCOME!!!!! How are you finding it? not waitrose i mean the UK lol

funnily enough i was having a debate with my family today about UK vs britain vs england etc and like actually you know what i’m not going to dive into it because it’s not relevant nor funny

DID YOU LIKE WAITROSE??? fun fact i used to work at waitrose when i was a kid !!!! imagine it was me at the till !!!! ringing you up your vegan cheese x which one did you get by the way ???

as a welcome to waitrose present i got you a present which i just said twice but fuck it!!!! TML chapter fifteen babyyyyyyy (sadly no waitrose in this chap though :( reggie crying in a corner rn)

kisses to mal xxxxxxxx

#someone asked me a q #lovely wonderful babe #kisses to u #big ole vegan cheese smooch #i had the applewood one the other day sooo good #god i remember the waitrose days #the best job was when you went around with the reduction gun #and if i found something i wanted i would reduce it real cheap and then hide it in the back for myself #but this lady figured out what time i’d do reductions and then arrive every week and follow me around #stealing all the shit i wanted to steal #she was my enemy #also throwback do y’all remember when i did banners for this fic #lol #the good old banner days #maybe i’ll whip that out one day as a surprise #as a little treat

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hockeybabe · 5 months

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Shoot Your Shot | M. Knies

Not my gif

Pairings: Matthew Knies x f!reader

Summary: Matthew has had a crush on you and just can’t refuse you.

Warnings: slight smut, Matthew can’t resist his crush, fingering, swearing, dirty talk, praising, finger sucking?

Word count: 1.5k

Note: ngl after I saw this gif, I knew I had to write smth for it. Also I went to a leaf game!!!! I GOT TO SEE CAPTAIN QUINN!

“Just come to the game.” You heard for the third time this day. You worked at a local coffee shop that wasn’t far from Scotiabank Arena, where the Leafs played. Your most regular customer, Matthew Knies, was always asking you to come to his game. You were a hockey fan but never went to games, thanks to your boss.

“That’s really nice, Matt, but I’m working.” You said, cupping the lid of a drink. Matthew groaned, leaning his arms against the counter, and walked away to find a booth. You called the name on the receipt, handing the person their drink. “Sally, I’m on break.” You told your co-worker as you put your apron up on the hook.

“You can’t be mad at me.” You said, walking up to the booth and taking a seat right across from him, folding your hands over the other. “I’m not.” He grumbled, not looking at you. You rolled your eyes. “Look at me.” You ordered him, and he did so reluctantly. “I’ll be watching from there.” You pointed at the TV that was displayed in the corner of the shop.

“It’s not the same, Y/N. I’ve wanted you to go forever. Just ask your boss.” He begs. You knew Matthew’s name had popularity, and your boss would never believe you if he weren’t there in person. "Look, I try all the time. It’s not worth it.” You said getting frustrated and walked away to start your shift again.

Matthew always had a soft spot for you and couldn’t stand to see you upset, especially at him. What he didn’t tell you was that he already talked to your boss and got you a ticket to the game right at the glass. But now he was scared you wouldn’t show when he went for pre-skate, and it would crush him.

Matthew looked down at the watch on his wrist, noticing he had to make his way to the rink. “I’ll see you y/n.” He said leaving money along with the ticket to the game. You watched him leave as a soft sigh left your lips. Liking Matthew wasn’t something you wanted, but you couldn’t help it. You knew he liked you, but being with a hockey player isn’t the easiest thing to do.

You had seen some hockey players girlfriends get attacked on Instagram for being in love, but you couldn’t deny the honest attraction you had for Matthew. He was everything you ever wanted in a guy. You walked over to the booth he was at and picked up his cup, noticing the money along with a strip of paper with the leafs logo on it.

You put the cash and paper in your apron pocket before putting the mug in the dish area. You walked over to Sally and leaned against the counter, noticing Matthew had left you a ticket to tonight’s game against Vancouver. “What’s that, y/n/n?” Sally asked. You lifted the ticket up and showed her. “Someone’s got a crush.” You heard it from behind.

You turned around and saw your boss with her arms crossed. You sucked in a breath and said, "It doesn’t matter. I’ve got work.” You said it in a low voice, not wanting to piss your boss off. “Y/n, go to the game. I already talked to the boy and the rest of his team. I’ll tell you they’re persistent.” Your mouth fell slightly at her words. “They were here?” You asked. “Oh yeah, all of them. All because that one rookie likes you.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “You are going, right?” Your boss asked, walking closer. “I’m mean, yeah, but who’s going to run-" “It’ll be closed for the night.” Your boss cut you off. Another thing your boss shocked you with was that she never closed the cafe unless something was wrong in her life. Whatever the team said to her, it must’ve changed her.

“Well, um, I got to go then.” You said untying your apron and grabbing your personal belongings. “Oh, you almost forgot this.” Your boss said handing you a jersey with the name Knies stitched on the back along with his number. “Now go.” Sally said pushing you to the door. You laughed at them, quickly placed the jersey over your clothes, and headed to the rink.

“Miss y/l/n?” Someone said to you. “Yeah,” you answered. “Please come with me. Mr. Knies asked for me to take you to your spot.” Your brows furrowed in confusion as you followed him. You were walked all the way to a room with a TV with the game on, a bar, couches, and women.

“Y/n, right?” You were greeted by a blonde. You nodded slowly. “Steph, Mitch’s wife.” Your eyes widened in realization. You were in a room with the players girlfriends and wives. “It’s nice to meet you.” You shook her hand as she led you to the balcony to watch the game.

The game was already in motion, and Vancouver had a good offensive game. The Leafs were in the Vancouver zone, and there it was. A Knies goal, you couldn’t help but smile as Matthew pointed up to where you were. “He’s gotta good eye.” Steph says as the others cheer. "Yeah, he does.” Another says. “Aryne.” The woman says. “Matthew lives with me and John.” She says.

You smiled at the woman and continued to watch the game and talk to the other girls. The Leafs ended up winning 5-2. “You’re coming.” Steph said, licking her arm through yours as you made your way to the den and waited for the players.

You felt slightly overwhelmed by the number of people who knew who you were and even by the players coming out and introducing themselves. After John, you watched Matthew stroll out. You felt yourself smiling as your arms crossed over your chest. “Player of the game?” You cocked a brow at his Leafs belt. “Gotta keep it up.” He responded pulling you into a hug.

“We’ll talk about this.” You said this as he pulled you to the parking garage, where his car was. You sat in the passenger seat watching Matthew drive to your apartment, and it was something. You knew he was sneaking glances at you with the number of times he clenched his hands on the wheel, turning his knuckles white as you clenched your thighs together.

You get to your apartment, and you watch Matthew contain himself, shuffling his hands in his pockets and letting out deep sighs. Opening the door, you pull Matthew’s arm toward your bedroom. At the edge of the bed, Matthew turned you around and crashed his lips against yours. Matthew pushed you onto the bed, looming over you.

“Hi beautiful.” He said trailing his finger along your collarbone. You felt a blush rise on your cheeks. “I like your jersey.” He said it with a casual smirk. “I think I like it too.” You responded biting your lip slightly. The tension floated around you two for a while before you grabbed the collar of his shirt and teased him, thinking you would kiss him, but instead you kissed the corner of his mouth.

Matthew bunched up your jersey before kissing you. His hands trailed to your tits as he pinched your nipples and massaged your boobs. You moaned into his mouth, giving his tongue access. You both fought for dominance, with him eventually winning. Matthew trailed kisses to your neck, finding the sweet spot, while he slowly peeled your top layers off and unclasped your bra.

Feeling antsy, you moved your hands down Matthew’s body, putting your semi-cold hands under his shirt and feeling his body. “Fuck.” He hissed into your ear, feeling the coolness of your hands. You whimpered as Matthew grinded into your core. “Off.” You moaned as he kissed down the valley of your breasts to your pant line.

Matthew sat up on his knees, peeling off his shirt, while you admired from below, biting your lip. You started to peel off the rest of your clothes with the help of Matthew until you were both completely bare. Matthew trailed kisses along your things as his finger traced your folds. Your back arched at his touch, and he used his other hand to force your hips down.

“Such a pretty girl.” He mumbled, thrusting one finger in as you moaned. Matthew continued to thrust his finger while using his thumb to play with your clit. “More.” You begged in a muffled voice. Matthew instantly responded, adding a second finger and increasing his pace. You thrashed in your position, using your hands to grip the sheets. “That’s it princess. Let go. Come for me.” You let out a whimper as you fell apart on his fingers.

Matthew trailed his fingers up your body to your lips as you sucked the juices off his fingers. “Jesus baby. You’re so hot.” He smiled while lifting you up, allowing you to straddle him. “You’re hotter.” You said smiling back before kissing him.

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starboundanon · 2 years

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Delighted to be a fellow Trash Mammal TMl!!!

Also the protective instinct I have for you and owl is hilarious given we're all just silly adults talking about our silly fictional men on the internet but I'm still like ᕦ(ò_ó)ᕤ everytime 😂

(dw I don't go round fighting people I'm not a weird white knight person)

trash mammals unite 🤜🤛

I wish more people saw it your way, my friend. We ARE just silly little adults indulging in our silly little imaginations regarding our silly little fictional space men. This fandom, the internet and the world at large would be a better place with more people like you in it.

But I know what you mean. I consider myself a pretty chill non-confrontational person right up until some shithead shows up in Owl’s askbox. It’s less about white-knighting and more about, hey, the accessibility and anonymity of the internet has convinced people they can get away with harrassment and bullying, and that is not fucking true.

People are going to bite back and defend themselves when you start spouting toxic shit (especially when you claim it’s virtuous). I’m very adept at letting those kinds of comments roll off my shoulder, because honestly, if you’re mad enough about Star Wars fanfiction to send someone anon hate, you are a pathetic human being. Full stop. There’s no justifying it, you’re pathetic.

My patience for it ends when you send it to someone who won’t bite back, who won’t defend themselves, who can’t let it roll off their shoulder like I can. That’s when you’ve crossed a line and come hell or high water, I’m gonna make sure you know that.

#herbie asks

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blossomgrovehqs · 4 months

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Não sei se é impressão minha (de tanto já vivenciar isso), mas as vezes pego p xeretar a tml ou os perfis e vejo muitos tweets sem resposta. Sei que muitos elogiaram o fato de terem conseguido conexões e gente interessada em turnar, mas se atentem mais a isso, players, antes que fique pior. Msm o tt não ajudando, tentem responder mais tweets soltos. Principalmente tweets que não sejam só do pessoal que seu perso já se aproximou/interesses românticos/alfas.

Nos últimos dias eu não percebi tanto isso, sendo sincera, mas eu acho que esse é um lembrete sempre necessário de se fazer, anon, porque muitas vezes nos vemos perdidos nas relações de nossos personagens e esquecemos dos entornos. É praticamente impossível exigir que se interaja com todo mundo na comunidade - ontem fiz uma contagem e temos 52 personagens, com 48 jogadores, então imagine o quão difícil seria a manutenção de tantos relacionamentos, caramba. Todavia, é sempre interessante sair da sua zona de conforto e ceder um pouco de atenção às outras pessoas, até porque uma mera pergunta sobre algo pode render tanto uma boa conversa quanto o início de um plot. Não sair dessa zona, nós sabemos o que é. Cuidem isso, galerinha!

#mod delta.

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holidaywishes · 1 year

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Happy Halloween

Hate Sex Part 4

Requested: 🤷‍♀️

Summary: After a rather awkward date with Auston, the two of you decide it’s probably best to leave things alone; but Halloween brings you both back to bad habits.

Warning: smut, some fluff and a bit of angst

Author’s Note: Yes, I’m back. To be honest, I should be writing a sample for my ghostwriting thing but I can’t bring myself to sit down and do it. As you can tell, I started this all the way back in October and kept coming back to it but I never felt like it was finished. I feel like the voice is a little different in this one, maybe less snarky? I don't know, it's just different. I personally don't know how much more I can add to this story but if people keep requesting chapters, I can write some -- maybe just tell me where you want it to go lol. This one is long AF but hopefully, it fulfills everyone’s craving though.

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Auston’s P.O.V

Hearing (Y/N) say that there could be something more than sex between the two of you was almost like having air back in your lungs. But now where did you stand with her?

“Wait,” Morgan stuttered as he sat across from you, both waiting for your server to bring your meals to the table, “what exactly are you asking me to do?”

“Tell me I’m allowed to ask her out…” you awkwardly scoffed

“You’re both adults. You wanna ask her out? Ask her out. You don’t need my permission,” he said, allowing a smile to spread across your face, “but she’ll probably say no”

“Wow. Thanks”

“I’m not gonna lie to you, Matts,” he started, leaning his elbows on the table, “she’s really not your biggest fan. Even if the two of you have been hooking up”

“Yeah but she said s—

“She didn’t say anything,” he interrupted and you furrowed your brow in return, “not about starting anything. I just don’t want you getting your hopes up…”

“So I’m just supposed to leave it, her, alone now?” you asked, hoping for a different answer

“Ask her out,” he said, “but if she says no, yeah. Let the situation end because if you keep going with the whole fuck buddies thing, one or both of you are going to get hurt.” You bit the inside of your cheek as you took in his words. You knew he was right, you were too emotionally invested already but you thought she was too and the idea of possibly cutting that off wasn’t something you were looking forward to.

You weren’t sure what to do now. Knowing that Auston had said he wanted more and that you had said you felt something as well had become all-consuming; not that you knew what any of it meant. The two of you hadn’t really talked since that night in the bathroom and now things were getting tense amongst your shared friend group.

“What would you do?” you asked your best friend during a lunch break, “if you were me?”

“What would you want to do?” she returned

“No no,” you scoffed, “don’t do that. I asked what you would do, I really wanna know”

“It seems pretty clear to me,” she added easily, a smirk quickly appearing on her face, “you both said you have feelings for each other, so it seems clear that you should go for it”

“That’s what you would do?”

“That’s what I know you would do,” she urged, “if it was anyone else”

“It’s just that things are so weird!” you said, exasperated, “I mean I legit hated him and I always thought he hated me, and he probably did, but now he’s saying he has feelings for me and I’m changing my mind? Is that really what’s happening?”

“Apparently”

“If anything happens, it would be a terrible idea”

“I think the terrible idea already happened,” she teased, “whatever happens now is probably a pretty normal thing.”

“I just don’t like making anyone uncomfortable,” you admitted, “Tessa is asking me questions because Morgan is asking her questions because Auston is asking him questions. Yet, we haven’t spoken since we had sex in the bathroom so…”

“Why did you have sex in the bathroom?” she asked and you shook your head once before shrugging, “I just mean, you always said public sex was a no, that it would never be the thing you did”

“And then I did it…” you added with a heavy sigh, “I don’t know. I mean, it really did just sorta happen and there was alcohol involved — I guess I just got caught up in it, in him, that I didn’t really think about where we were.” When she smiled at you with that terrible poker face she had, you furrowed your brow, “what?”

“You don’t think that your answer just now deserves a second look?” she asked before telling you that she needed to go back to work. “I’ll talk to you later, okay? I love you”

“Love you” you said as you hugged her back and went your own way. As you drove back to your office, you thought about everything your best friend said, searching for more clarity on everything you’d talked about but only wound up more confused than you started.

Auston’s P.O.V

You decided just to go for it. Ask out (Y/N) and see what happens. But things were different now. Aside from the fact that you hadn’t spoken to her in months, you were now starting to rethink whether or not she actually meant what she said — because, if she did, why hadn’t she reached out either? You shook your head at your own thought and forced yourself to pick up the phone anyway

“Hello” (Y/N)’s voice sang from the other end of the phone

“Hi” you said shyly

“Auston?”

“Yeah, uhm,” you replied, clearing your throat to waste time as you thought about what to say, “what are you doing?��

“What? You called me…” she giggled, a giggle that you could picture the perfect smile with, “how did you even get my number? I’m pretty sure I never gave it to you. For obvious reasons…”

“Mo gave it to me,” you said, “and I just meant what are you doing right now? Are you busy?”

“Depends…”

“On?”

“On what you want.” You smiled, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly as you paced around your apartment

“I want— would you like to go on a date with me?”

“No” it was almost a whisper and you could tell she was caught off guard

“I mean a real date. In public. Sex completely off the table, not even a thought for either of us”

“Why?” she asked, “why now? After everything?”

“Because,” you answered, finally taking a seat, “I know how I feel but I want to be able to get to know each other. I’m really not as bad as you think I am”

“That sounds like something a narcissist would say”

“I promise,” you smirked, “I’m not a narcissist. I’d love for you to call me on all my bullshit but, to be fair, you’ll have to learn about me first”

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah…” you scoffed. There was silence on the line for a while and you dropped your head as you awaited her polite refusal

“One date” she finally said and you tried your best to contain your surprise

“Really?”

“One date and if it doesn’t go well, then we stop,” she continued, “stop everything. No random calls out of nowhere. No second dates because you want another chance to change my mind. No hookups in bathrooms or hotel rooms. Nothing. It all ends”

“That’s no fun” you joked

“That’s the point,” she said sternly, “and that’s the deal.” You chuckled a bit at her seriousness but let your shoulders relax

“Okay,” you agreed, your smile now beaming, “so are you free tonight?”

The date was... awkward. It was as if Auston forgot how to interact with not only you but people in general and you couldn’t seem to make it any better. You honestly didn’t know how

“This is a nice place” you said to fill the empty space

“Thanks,” he replied, coughing on the sip of water he had taken, “I mean, it’s not mine obviously so I don’t mean ‘thanks,’ I just mean...” You raised your eyebrows as he stumbled over his words before taking a breath, “I’m glad you like it”

“I’m a little confused...” you whispered, leaning in so only the two of you could hear, “why are we here?”

“It’s a date..?” he replied hesitantly as if to say ‘did you not get that?’

“No, I know,” you scoffed, “but why here? I mean... it’s nice. It’s fancy but I don’t know, it doesn’t really seem like you”

“Aren’t I supposed to be this super arrogant jerk who likes only the best?” he chided and you grinned sarcastically

“Yes,” you quipped, “but this place isn’t even that. It’s... too fancy for me, yet, not fancy enough for the person you think you are”

“The person I think I am?”

“Exactly”

“What does that even mean? Either I’m arrogant or I’m not, you can’t decide it’s both”

“I’m not deciding it’s anything, I’m saying this is how it is. You have this image of yourself, an inflated ego that people gave you, and it comes across in everything you do.” Your explanation left his face contorted into what seemed like permanent confusion, “you are not a god, Auston, you’re just a hockey player. Everyone has just made you believe that you’re more than that because... they felt like it. So, you became what they wanted and now you have no idea who you are”

“You really can’t go an entire conversation without fighting with me can you?”

“I’m just being honest with you, Auston,” you scoffed, leaning back in your seat, “maybe I thought you’d respect that”

“Maybe it comes across as condescending” he added, his own scoff mimicking yours

“Maybe you’re just too sensitive”

“Maybe you’re meaner than you let people believe”

“And what if I am?” you sneered, arms crossed as you stared across the table at Auston, one eyebrow raised slightly

“Then you can’t really say I have no idea who I am when no one has any idea who you are” he replied. You scoffed in return before grabbing your purse and flagging down your server

“Hi, sorry,” you said politely, a shy smile appearing on your lips, “can I just pay for my meal”

“(Y/N)…” Auston sighed, “come on that’s ridiculous”

“When you have a chance, I’ll just grab my bill”

“So.. it’s separate?” the server asked and you nodded

“No” Auston countered

“Yes” you insisted, smiling at the server before sending him on his way

“Seriously?” Auston scoffed once more

“I don’t want to be indebted to you. This way I won’t owe you — for anything”

“I can’t tell if this is mature or petty”

“That sounds like a you problem.” The server came over with your bill just then and, luckily, he brought out the machine with him so you were able to tap your card and go. “Thank you,” you said to the young man who clearly thought this date was going better than it had, turning to dismiss yourself to Auston, “look, we gave it a try. But we made a deal — if the date didn’t go well, then that would be it. No more. So, thanks, I guess, for the terrible decisions I’ve made these last few years. It’s been a wild ride, but one I never should’ve gotten on”

“Okay the metaphors are a little much” he said, grabbing your arm as gently as he could to stop you from leaving

“Let go” you said gently

“Stay”

“Why?” you groaned, “to argue some more? To disagree over fundamental parts of each other's personalities? No, sorry, I don’t need that. It was… interesting knowing you Matthews. Catch you in another life.” You left the restaurant hastily, sighing to yourself at the idea of wasting your time before quickly smiling when you realized this meant you could get your life back to normal. Back to when Auston was just some over-hyped, narcissistic man-child who you never asked to have in your life in the first place.

Five months later

Morticia Addams was always a good choice. Last minute or first thought, alone or couples costume, it always garnered the right kind of attention. It was one of your favourite go-to costumes and you’d always worn it well; perfecting it over the years, of course.

“Morticia again?” your cousin, Martha, scoffed when you came out in your floor-length, tight black dress

“It’s a classic” you laughed before fitting your black wig onto your head

“If I had known that you were going to wear it this much, I never would’ve dressed you up all those years ago”

“You’re just mad that it works so well on me”

“Are you ready?” she sighed as she rolled her eyes

“Yeah,” you smirked, “just gotta put on some lipstick. Go meet me in the car.” Martha’s heels clacked on the hardwood floor as she made her way to the car and you paced around trying to make sure you had everything you needed before going to Tessa and Mo’s Halloween party. When your cousin pulled up in front of the house, you made sure everything on you was where it needed to be — no malfunctions tonight.

“So wait…” Martha started, “do you think Auston will be in there?”

“Probably,” you responded, moving your coat to the backseat, “he’s part of the team”

“Have you talked to him since that date?”

“Nope” you replied, popping the p as you fixed your lipstick and fell back in the seat

“So after five months, you’re gonna see him,” she said and you nodded to yourself before turning your body to face her, “what’s that gonna be like?”

“It’ll be fine. We both agreed to go our separate ways and there shouldn’t be an issue with both of us being there,” you admitted, “we’re just going back to how our lives were before all the bad decisions.” She smirked and shook her head, pushing the car door open and walked to your side of the car

“Alright,” Martha sighed as you got out of the car and headed toward the house. You spent the first hour grabbing a drink, talking with a few people you knew and meeting a few you didn’t before finally finding Mo

“Happy Halloween!” he greeted, stretching out his arms and his Dracula cape

“Happy Halloween!” you returned with a smile

“Morticia?” Tessa asked as she handed you another drink as she approached the group

“Yep!” you said happily before noticing her smirk at Morgan who shyly took a sip of his own drink, “what?”

“Nothing,” Tessa smirked, “you look great.” You weren’t sure what was going on but she wasn’t telling you something. You decided not to let it get to you in order to enjoy the rest of the party; that’s when you saw him.

“Of fucking course” you whispered to yourself when you noticed Auston in his Gomez Addams costume

“You guys knew about this, didn’t you?” Martha asked Tessa and Mo with a small laugh

“Oh yeah” Mo replied

“I mean,” Tessa corrected, “we knew about his costume, not about hers. It really was all a happy coincidence.” Overhearing Tessa, Mo and Martha made you roll your eyes as Auston made his way to your group, finally stopping softly in front of you. He stood silently for a moment before outstretching his hand to you, grabbing yours to continue the coincidence; this was not a couples costume but he seemed to have everyone else fooled

“Cara Mia” he smirked before kissing the back of your hand

“Well isn’t this a… strange coincidence” you scoffed

“Or it’s fate” he teased, leading you to shake your head and walk away toward the kitchen. “Oh come on,” he groaned as he followed you inside, “why not just play along?”

“Because,” you replied as you poured yourself another drink, “we agreed to go back to normal life. Normal life didn’t include us playing along with anything.” When the music changed to a slowed-down version of the Addams family theme, courtesy of Martha and Tessa, the group around you and Auston began encouraging you two to dance.

“What’dya say?” Auston said softly, his palm open toward you and the chanting began to get louder, the peer pressure setting in; you groaned and took his hand with a glare. As he placed his palm flat on the small of your back, you corrected the train of your dress from where it had wrapped around your own legs.

“I’m doing this so I don’t get shunned,” you chided, “not because I want to”

“We’re back to that, are we?”

“We never really left it”

“Yeah, well...” he paused, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “you look stunning tonight”

“I know” you whispered back, hoping he didn’t hear the blush you were trying to hide. Your bodies moved together seamlessly and you forgot how terrible that date was for a second, only to be brought back to reality when he moved his hand just an inch down onto your ass and you pushed him away; promptly ending the dance. You walked quickly past him so you could get back to your cousin and enjoy the rest of the party, doing your best to ignore Auston... yet again.

Auston’s P.O.V

You were happy you decided to go as Gomez Addams tonight, if for no other reason than (Y/N) as Morticia. She looked beautiful and bringing her out into the middle of the room for a dance made you flashback to the moments that made you fall for her and when she walked away, you couldn’t help but follow her; even though you knew you shouldn’t.

“Stop” you whined as you ran after her, reaching out to grab her arm but not before she could run up the stairs

“Auston, go back downstairs,” she said, “back to the party. I’m just looking for a bathroom”

“You’re sure you’re not just ignoring me?”

“Can’t I do both?” she smiled sarcastically and you scoffed to yourself. Her pacing between closed doors to find a bathroom proved fruitless and she was soon brought back to you. “You can’t seriously still be trying to do something…” she scoffed, “it’s been five months and that date was a disaster”

“That’s very true. It was a disaster,” you admitted, moving one step closer to her, “and, yet, I haven’t stopped thinking about you once”

“That’s your problem, not mine. I told you that if the date didn’t go well, we’d go back to being nothing to each other”

“Is that really what you want?”

“Are you trying to coerce me into backtracking?” you took a step back in surprise at her words

“What? No, of course not”

“It sounds like you are”

“Well I’m not”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Jesus (Y/N)!” you groaned, exasperated, and threw up your hands, “why can’t you admit that you felt something during that dance?”

“Because it was just a dance!”

“Why can’t you admit that you had feelings for me?”

“I didn’t. I felt… something. But they weren’t feelings for you. It was all lust. Everything between us has been just sex and you know it”

“BULLSHIT!”

“Keep your voice down!” she yelled in a whisper as she pulled you into a nearby room, “my god, you’re so dramatic”

“You’re lying to yourself if you think it’s all been sex”

“Auston, we haven’t seen or talked to each other in five months! I think that makes it pretty clear”

“I don’t,” he said, “I wanted you to stay but you left so I gave you your space”

“Because you thought you were too good that I wouldn't just break and call you?” you groaned and rolled your eyes

“Because I knew there was something there, that we had something, but I wasn’t gonna force it.” He admitted and there was something so sweet in his eyes that you found yourself softening to his charm, “and yeah, sure, I guess I thought you’d realize that too.” You hated that you were falling into old patterns but, once again, the two of you moved together like magnets. He set his hands on your hips, staying there while you stared up at him

“Fuck,” you thought to yourself, before feeling his hands slowly climb your body until they cupped your face and, unintentionally, left you breathless. He leaned down with a smirk before kissing your forehead first as if to build the tension and your hands instinctively fell on his waist. When his lips finally met yours, you stepped into him and it wasn’t long until his hands were roaming your body, the kiss intensifying to the point of heavy breathing. “Wait,” you broke the kiss harshly and turned away from him, “we can’t keep doing this. This is dumb. This is bad. Toxic.”

“You’re toxic, I’m slipping under” he teasingly sang as walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist

“I’m serious” you whispered, feeling his hands move up your body until they cupped your breasts and pulled your body into him, earning a moan from you. His teeth grazed your neck as he placed kisses from your ear to your collarbone, his hands still firmly holding your breasts

“You look so fucking good right now,” he said breathlessly into your ear, your hands now finally raising to lay on top of his while your head dropped back onto his shoulder

“Fuck” you moaned, moving one hand to the back of his neck as he massaged your breasts. You finally turned back around, hastily removing his clothes with lips intertwined. Your dress wasn’t as easy to remove, being so tight, so Auston had to pull away from the kiss again to find the zipper on the side of your dress and let the fabric fall to the floor. He lifted you up and brought you to the bed, placing you on the edge so he could remove his pants. You pushed yourself back onto the pillows and Auston climbed on top of you shortly after, pulling him down to push your bodies together as his lips crashed into yours.

“Are you okay?” Auston asked suddenly, making you furrow your brow, “I just mean, should we keep going?”

“Yes,” you smiled, twirling your fingers in his hair as he kissed your neck. You hadn’t noticed his hand move down your body until he slid his fingers into your underwear, his calloused fingers moving up and down your folds. When Auston slid his long middle finger into you, you dug your nails into his shoulders and bit your lip to hold back the volume that would surely come out.

“The music’s loud,” he whispered, “you can be loud”

“Someone will still hear,” you said breathlessly, a small moan escaping your lips finally, “fuck”

“Come on,” he urged, planting kisses on the backs of your hands that clutches his shoulders, “be loud. You’re so wet, I wanna hear you scream my name.”

“You always do,” you breathed, “oh my god”

“Scream,” he said and you caught his smirk when you looked down, shaking your head before letting it fall back on the pillow. “Scream” he repeated

“You sound like a serial killer” you laughed, placing your hand on his cheek, bringing his face to yours and planting a kiss on his lips, his fingers working faster to bring you to your high. Your legs began to shake as he put a little bit of pressure on your clit, leading you to bite his lip in pleasure

“Cum, baby”

“Don’t call me baby”

“Cum” he repeated firmly. You continued the kiss, grabbing his hair so tight that you were sure you were going to tear a chunk out. He broke the kiss one last time, biting your collarbone and kissing the inside of your wrist before whispering one more time, “cum.” Something inside you unlocked and you moaned loudly as your body arched into him and your climax consumed you. “There she is” he smirked

“Shut up” you scoffed as Auston rolled onto his back, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and settling in. “What are you doing?” you asked

“What do you mean?”

“This isn’t what this is” you sighed, adjusting your head on his arm before gesturing to where it lay behind you

“Just taking a break…” he scoffed, forcing you to look up at him and furrow your brow, “that okay with you?” You shook your head, deciding to climb on top of him

“Just… shh” you whispered, Auston’s thighs tightening under you while his arms stayed behind his head. His eyes boring into yours as you began to ride him slowly

“Fuck” he breathed, moving one hand from behind his head to explore your chest, fingers trailing from collarbone to breast to nipple. You moaned quietly, hands resting on his chest as you kept your movements slow, feeling Auston’s breathing increase as he took his other hand from behind his head and placed it on your waist; squeezing your side as you moved up and down his length. You began to pant as you rode him, slightly faster now, letting your head fall back as you took in the pleasure you were feeling.

“Fuck” you moaned through heavy breaths and Auston rose up, bringing his chest to yours, halting your breath in your chest as your breasts were pressed against his body; hands gripping your sides intensely. The only thing going through your mind, when something could get past how close you were to your climax again, was how wrong this was. Knowing how terrible the two of you would be as a couple after that date, how he could so easily use someone to make you jealous, the way neither of you tried to make anything healthier if you really wanted to make something work. Because, damn, the sex was good. You brought his lips close to yours, planning on muffling your moans with a kiss when Auston grabbed your hips and kept himself deep inside of you, leaving you nearly shaking at the sensation.

"Don't" he breathed against your lips, making you furrow your brow in confusion as you rocked desperately against his hips; was he seriously telling you not to cum? "Don't say this is the last time"

"What?"

"You always say that this is the last time," he sighed, hands still on your hips, keeping you in place, "that we can't keep doing this, but then we always end up here. Like this. Doing this..." he kissed your collarbone as you rode him slowly

"You know it's true"

"That doesn't matter"

"Yes it does" you scoffed

"Why do we keep ending up like this then? Naked and moaning in a dark room together?" With one strong thrust, you let out a small whimper and your legs went limp; you slid off his lap to lay on your back as you caught your breath

"Everyone makes a string of bad decisions in their 20s. I'm getting it out of my system"

"Oh is that what this is? Why didn't you say so?" he scoffed, jumping out of the bed to start getting dressed again, "I never would've taken you on that awful date if I knew that's all this was"

"Don't be a baby" you groaned

"You're stringing me along"

"What?!"

"You agr--"

"Do. Not!" you growled as you interrupted him, finally getting out of bed, and taking the top sheet with you to wrap around your body, "I never said that we should be something. I said that this was always a bad idea but for some reason, I couldn't stop myself from doing it"

"And then you said that you were feeling something!"

"Because I thought I was!" you yelled, dropping your head to your hands, "I was wrong. It was the post-sex high I guess. We're not the people who end up together. We fight, we fuck and we go our separate ways. That's it"

"It doesn't have to be..." he practically whined, "I mean if we just tried"

"What is it you like about me?" you asked before leaning down to grab your clothes from where they were strewn on the floor, "tell me honestly because I'm genuinely curious"

"You're smart," he started, "you're... passionate, fiery, and infuriating but beautiful in spite of it"

"In spite of it?" you scoffed, hastily pulling up your underwear under the sheet and turning your back to him to put on your bra as the fabric fell to the ground, leaving you feeling more exposed than you thought it would. "Real charming," you finally said, an eye-roll pairing with the harsh tone of voice you gave, "that's really what I would want my partner to think of me. That I'm beautiful in spite of everything else about me. As if that mattered the most"

"That's not what I said" he scoffed right back at you

"Oh but it is"

"No it's not!" he raised his voice slightly, putting on the last bit of his costume before approaching you once more, "I said you can be infuriating because you can be, just like you are now, but that I don't care because -"

"Because I'm beautiful" you sarcastically smiled, arms crossed over your still nearly naked body

"Fine, yeah, that's what I said," he conceded, "but what's wrong with me thinking you're beautiful? And did you miss that I said you're smart and passionate?"

"No," you said, stance firm in disobedience, "but it doesn't mean anything. Not once you mentioned how I looked"

"Why?" he asked and you could tell he was honestly curious. As if he was a student learning something new for the first time; like he'd never known that there could be something wrong with complimenting a girl on her appearance. You furrowed your brow, softly, as you thought about your words

"Because it negates everything that you said before it. I can be beautiful to you, sure, that's great. Thank you," you explained, as politely as you could muster, "but if it's following that I'm smart and I'm passionate and I'm strong and I'm brave, for me, it's as if you're saying it's amazing that someone who is all those things is also beautiful. Like they're mutually exclusive. One or the other."

"Okay..." he started, scrunching his eyebrows together in clear confusion as he sat down at the foot of the bed, "but if I don't say you're beautiful then you'll be offended. There's no winning!"

"Relax," you teased, "look, maybe there's a girl who feels differently than I do. Maybe she wants to be told she's beautiful and maybe that's all that matters to her. But I would much rather hear someone say 'You're beautiful but I care more about your mind and your heart than your body.'" Your voice was softer now, you felt a sudden need to nurture this man who'd pretended to be so macho this whole time. You moved toward him until you were standing in front of him, placing the palm of your hand on his cheek, "I've spent too much of my life worrying about how people think of me based on how they look at me. I'm tired of being pretty or not pretty enough to someone and I don't want to be with someone who is still caught up in 'appearances matter.' Does that make sense?"

"Yes," he said clearly, deep brown eyes piercing right through to your soul and you could feel yourself being pulled in again, "I'm sorry. I just... I want you to know how amazing I think you are and how amazing we could be if we decided to give us a shot"

"Auston..." you sighed, finally sitting down next to him, "Passion, desire, comes from a lot of different places but ours came from hate. It made the sex great, amazing even, but it's not like that means we're on track to start a relationship. I mean you don't really believe that, do you?"

"I mean, I could," he admitted and you tilted your head, "I've grown legit- legitimate feelings for you," he corrected his abbreviated word in what you considered to be his way of sounding more mature. "You can't argue with me on that because you're not me"

"You can see how this wouldn't work though, can't you?" you tried, hoping to somehow, someway, get through to him. Knowing that the two of you could easily end up in the same place another five months from now but that you would always leave feeling the same way -- like you were purposely running toward red flags because it meant you didn't have to commit to anything real.

"Maybe," he sighed, rubbing his face harshly before dropping his elbows on his knees and looking straight ahead at the door, "but I also know what I'm feeling and I think we'd be stupid to ignore that you're feeling something too." You took a deep breath, annoyed at the loop you'd found yourself in, and stood up to find your black dress strewn on the floor. Stepping in and shimmying into it slowly so as to not rip the zipper - a very real fear at this point in the night.

"Help me with this, won't you?" you asked, referring to the zipper that you could clearly do up on your own but you knew it would force you to feel his breath on your skin. Auston finished zipping your dress and placed his hands on your hips for a moment before kissing your temple

"I've never met anyone like you before," he whispered and you turned your head slightly toward him, "I don't want to lose you." You stood there for a minute, facing forward, Auston's hands on your hips, his chest against your back and his breath cascading down your neck. You took a minute to embrace the moment and appreciate how solid he felt behind you, scanning your mind desperately to find the same... hope he seemed to have about you with him. You fell back against his chest, a motion you'd done before when you needed to feel reassured; his steady heartbeat let the once chaotic mood in the room settle almost instantly.

"I wish I knew what to say here..." you admitted, finally turning to face him, your eyes slowly scanning his body up until his caught yours

“Say that you don’t wanna lose me either” he leaned down a little, fingers grazing your arms slowly

“I want…” you hesitated, turning away from his kiss at the last minute, “something normal. Something easy, uncomplicated,” you said simply, looking away from his eyes only long enough to watch your palms flatten on his chest. “I don’t think that’s with you.” His eyes searched yours and all you could do was give him a look of sympathy, knowing that’s not what he wanted to hear

“So I guess that’s it…” he huffed, backing away and you nodded, “or just until next time? Yet again?” You took a step toward him, feeling the train of your dress drag on the floor before you stopped in front of him, holding his hand in yours as you kissed his cheek. Whether it was the end or not, you couldn’t be sure, time had proven that you weren’t as strong as you thought you were, but right now, at this moment, you knew it had to be goodbye. You let go of his hand and turned to walk toward the door, looking back at him once you stood in the open frame, his stillness telling everything you needed to know.

You weren’t used to seeing him this vulnerable, even in times when you wished he would be, and you hated that you knew how much this was going to hurt him.

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Just the two of us

“Could you do an imagine where you and Freddie Andersen try for a baby💙💙” -request from @baseball-and-hockey04

I tried to make this short but?? it was impossible lol, I hope you guys like it!

Words: 2158

Warnings: Smut, unedited, pregnancy problems

You and Freddie had been married for 3 years. Those first 3 years were filled with nothing but love, happiness and togetherness. From the day of the wedding you’d both been bombarded with the burning question, “so when are you guys gonna have your first baby?” The team wouldn’t leave you two alone about it. Mitch constantly saying he wanted you to have a baby so he could be the god father, auston and willy jumping in already assuming they’d be the god father. As funny it was to watch them argue over it, none of them actually knew the struggle you and Freddie had been going through. No matter what you guys did, how often you had sex, tracking your period and ovulation, you just couldn’t get pregnant. Whenever you’d get asked questions about a possible baby, you’d have to hide your sadness and say that you two didn’t feel ready yet. Freddie knew how upset this was making you, he felt like it was his fault that you couldn’t get pregnant. If it was up to him, you would’ve had 3 kids by now.

After every pregnancy test you’d try, they’d always come back negative. You tried not to show Freddie how upset you were, but he could definitely tell. You viewed making love as work, and it took the enjoyment and pleasure out of it. You were tired. Some days you didn’t even want to get out of bed because of how depressed you felt. You wanted to give Freddie a baby so badly, but you just couldn’t. You didn’t know what was wrong with you. You felt sad being around Freddie because you thought he would be mad that you couldn’t get pregnant, you never wanted to talk about it. You’d quietly cry yourself to sleep every night.

You woke up one morning too Freddie not beside you in bed. You sit up, rub the sleep from you eyes and look around. Where is he? You get out of bed and slowly walk down the hallway to the kitchen. There he was, grey sweatpants hanging lowly on his waist, and shirtless. He was huddled over the stove, making pancakes for the both of you. “Morning” you say as you let out a long yawn. “morning sleepyhead” he laughed back. “How’d you sleep?” he asked. “Pretty good” you responded. You jumped up and sat on the counter beside the stove, watching him cook. “I have a surprise for you today.” He says, looking over at you and smiling. “What? What is it?” you questioned. “A surprise silly, im not telling you.” he laughed. You both sat down and ate your pancakes, the want to ask what the surprise was burning inside you, but you somehow held it in. As freddie gets up to put the dishes in the sink he says, “go pack a suitcase, we’re going somewhere warm, so make sure you have everything you need.” “oh, we also need to be at the air port in 5 hours so… you better get packing” he looks over winking. “5 HOURS? Freddie oh my god.” you yell as you start to run to your shared room, rummaging your drawers and closet. After you’re all packed, you drive together to the airport and being looking for your gate. As he leads you there, you read the sign, reading that you’re going to the Maldives. “Freddie are you serious? this is too much.” “This is for us to get away from everyone, no more questions about our lives. Just you and me.” He looks at you, holding his hand out for you to grab it. He brings your hand up to his lips, giving it a light kiss. “I know how stressed out you’ve been.. I wanted to help, it hurts that there’s nothing I can do to make you feel better. We can just focus on the two of us, and share a nice get away for a few days. How does that sound” He asks. “perfect” you smile up at him.

Once you’ve landed in the Maldives and are at your hotel, Freddie tells you to dress nice because he has something planned. “Another surprise Anderson? You’re killing me.” He laughs, “just get ready (y/n).” You being to do your makeup, light and natural, and get dressed in a short red dress, with nude heels. You put your hair into a low bun and take out the front pieces and curl them. When you come out of the bathroom, Freddie’s sitting on the bed waiting for you. He’s wearing black dress pants, and a white gold shirt. “So beautiful” he says quietly walking over to you. You blush, he still gives you butterflies even after being together for years. “you look handsome” you say to him. He smiles, then grabs your hand. “Lets get going.” When you leave the hotel, you begin to walk to the road, and Freddie tugs your hand to follow him towards a pathway. “Where are we going?” you ask. “You ask a lot of questions.” Freddie says. You begin to walk down a sandy path. It’s filled with a lot of trees, and lights leading up to an open way. You look at him, caulking an eyebrow. “Where we you taking me?” “(y/n) you’re really ruining the lead up to this, just stop asking questions babe.” He laughs. “ok, ok” you huff out.When you get to the end of the pathway, there’s a huge open gazebo, sand all around. There’s light covering it everywhere, and in the gazebo is a table with 2 chairs. Rose petals all over the gazebo floor, and table. “oh my god… how?” you ask. “(y/n)” he say giving you a remindful glance. “right, sorry” you laugh. “this is incredible” you say. “Come on, let’s sit down love.” he puts his hand on your lower back, guiding you to the table. You both sit down and a waiter comes over and brings your champagne. Freddie must have had this night planned far in advance, as the waiter already knows your orders, and is bring out your meal. Once he leaves, you look at Freddie. “Thank you for this.” you say. He grabs your hand over the table, “I would do anything for you, (y/n). I hope you know that, I would do absolutely anything you needed or you asked without a question.” You feel so overwhelmed by everything you begin to cry. He stands up and comes over to you, pulling you out of your chair and into his arms. He starts to sway the two of you, and you’re dancing without any music, but it feels so comforting. “I love you, so much” you finally say. “ I love you” he says, looking down and kissing you. The kiss gets a bit more heated. “we should go back to the hotel, it’s getting dark.” he says, looking at you. “Ok, let’s go” you say, hurrying him out of there. Freddie has his hands all over you while walking back to the hotel and you can’t wait to have him all alone inside. Once you’re in the elevator, Freddie leans against the back wall, and you lean against him, with your back pressed against him. He leans down and pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. You hum in content. He takes that as a sign to keep going, as he begins to softly kiss your collars bones, and makes it up to your neck. Then behind your ear. You let out a quiet moan. Once the door opens, you’re both practically running to your hotel room, while making out and giggling the whole way there. You’re not sure if you’re feeling tipsy off the champagne, or if you’re just drunk off of how happy you are. The second you both get into the hotel room, you’re both tearing off each others clothes and laying in the bed. He begins to kiss down your body, not missing any piece of skin. Between every few kisses he’s mumbling sweet words. “I love you” “so beautiful” “my angel”. You feel like you’re on a high. He kisses down to your waist, and takes off your panties. He kisses the inside of your thighs, and kisses you right where you want him. He starts off slow, licking your clit and sucking gently. You’re a moaning mess. All of your senses are in over drive and everything feels amazing. He begins to suck harder. “freddie” you moan. He brings his hand up to your opening, and inserts 2 fingers, twisting them around and thrusting, hard. You’re so close and he can feel it. Be picks up his pace, and licking and sucking on you clit, thrusting his fingers, hitting your g-spot you can’t even handle it. You feel like you’re going to pass out. “Fuck freddie, just like that” you moan. Be brings up his other hand to start pinching your nipple, and you’re gone. Euphoria overcomes your body, and you’re shaking with how hard you came. Fredde kisses up your body. Once he reaches your face, he kisses you chin, both your cheeks and then your forehead. He leans his forehead against yours. “I love you” he says quietly. “I love you” you respond, pulling him mouth to yours. He brings his hand down and leads the head of his cock to rest at your opening. He’s already moaning, feeling how wet you are. He slowly pushes in. You both let out a moan of relief, finally feeling each other. He starts out slow, wrapping your legs around his waist. He puts one of his hands under your head, and the other wraps around your waist. He’s holding you so close, it feels so intimate. I finally feels enjoyable. You can both let go of the stress and enjoy each other. “You feel so good” Freddie moans, “im not going to last long.” he mumbles into your neck. you run your hand through his hair, and then slowly down his back, feeling everywhere you can on him. His body feels amazing against yours. He begins to pick up the pace, he brings him hand down to start rubbing your clit. You didn’t know how close you were until you felt that contact. “Cum for me baby” he says into your ears. And with that, you let out a load moan and finish. Right after Freddie moans, “fuck” and he’s cuming inside of you. HE stays there for a second, just enjoying how close you both are. He’s just holding you, and you don’t think it’s ever felt this loving and intimate. He finally pulls out, and lifts you up, bringing you to the shower. He washes your hair for you, and washes your body. He’s really taking care of you tonight, and it feels amazing. You both get out of the shower, and into bed. He spoons against you and holds you all night.

After having the most amazing few days, sadly it’s time to return home. You feel good going home though. You’re so happy right now you could burst. That was exactly what you needed to help you feel better. Personal time with you and Freddie. Everything felt perfect. The day after you return home, it’s early in the morning. You roll over and once again, don’t feel Freddie there. You sit up, but this time feel extremely dizzy and sick. You run to the bathroom, emptying your stomach. You figure it’s just from jet lag, so you try to push the thoughts you’re having away. You walk into the kitchen to get some water, when you see a written note from Freddie. “went for a workout, be home at 9 xo”. You looked at the clock, it’ only 8:20. You have awhile before he comes home, so you begin to clean up the house and put empty both of you suitcases. But again, the knot in your stomach comes back. You go back to the bathroom, emptying your stomach again. As you’re sitting on the tile floor, you look over at the cabinet under the sink. You hesitate. I’m not pregnant. You keep saying to yourself, You’ve been through this so many times, you don’t want to disappoint yourself again. “Fuck it” you say. You reach for a pregnancy test and rip it open. After you’ve put the cap back on, and set a timer, you sit back on the floor. Hugging your legs to your chest. “you’re not pregnant, it’s ok” “don’t worry, you’ll get pregnant soon” you keep saying to yourself. Once the timer rings, signaling it’s done, you slowly stand up. You turn off the timing and turn towards to test. You’re stomachs in knots again, you feel like you’re gonna be sick from the stress. “it’s ok” you keep saying to yourself. You pick up the test and slowly flip it over. You gasp in shock, tears pouring down your face.

“pregnant”

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