#I don’t think I’ve ever been as frustrated and as bored with a book as I’ve had this one 💀

[tragedy-peanut-gallery]

17 year old me: Wow I can’t wait to read Fire and Blood™️! I’m gonna have such a good time reading about Aegon’s Conquest and Maegor’ rei [gets bored by Jaehaerys’ reign] [gets bored by Viserys’ reign] [gets bored by the dance] [gets bored by the regency] [gets bored by

[s1ater]

lorenzo’s luck.

pairings. mobster!slytherin boys x fem!reader

about. in which it’s been a rough couple of weeks and lorenzo is facing the heat of it all.

warnings. swearing, a beating,

ricky rocks. okay, new idea sense i’ve been watching the sopranos lately and writing generic slytherin boys is getting boring for me rn… also i’ve been seeing some stuff abt lorenzo on tiktok and even something on here and i think i characterized him totally wrong? but also not because i read the book (but not really) he originally came from and he didn’t seem as sweet and innocent as people play him as. idk, i’ll stick to what i have now but lmk what y’all think ig

everything and everyone was on edge.

for the past two weeks the feds had been down your neck, jeopardizing your whole lifestyle and way of work.

everyone was in a pissy mood because of it—because when the feds were on your ass, that meant having to be careful, and your job was hard thing to be careful about when every move you made was highly incriminating. so when being careful, you barely got to work, and no work meant no profit.

it was hard to specify exactly what you did.

you were a mobster.

there it is, in the simplest form.

there was a lot of pressure in being one, especially when law enforcement was there to make things ten times harder.

and it wasn’t only affecting you, but entirety of your group;

“you’re a fuckin’ idiot, lorenzo, you realize that? take a fuckin’ look at yourself in the mirror and stare at something that isn’t just your face and realize you’re a fool,” mattheo’s voice erupts so suddenly through the air, startling all of you. “get your shit together.”

it was already starting. you, theodore, blaise, lorenzo, and mattheo had just barely taken a step into one of the many backrooms of the businesses mattheo’s father owned when the composure came fumbling down.

lorenzo had just barely sat his ass in one of the leather seats when the attention was pinned to him, “jesus, what’s up you’re ass m?” he laughs, but you can tell it’s a nervous one. “jesus.”

you glance to theodore who winces at the response like it was his own. that was the worst possible thing to say, especially to mattheo, especially right now where his anger and frustration was at an all time high.

you can see that anger pulse through his skin in a spike as he finally seems to processes lorenzo’s antagonizing words.

oh boy.

“fuckin’ saved your ass, enzo. you know what my fathers saying? that you’re a loose fucking cannon and i need to let you go,” he has his hand raised, shaking it in his face. “and you know what? we don’t let people go. there’s no such thing as letting someone go in our business. that’s a rare ever occurrence.”

letting someone go is disposing them. taking them out to the back and putting them down like a dog.

“get your head on straight and don’t you forget that you wouldn’t be here without me, because you’d be dead.”

“you act like you’re so fucking clear minded,” he huffs, leaning his head against the palm of hand.

that was enough.

mattheo swings himself around, throwing his fist into the face of enzo as hard as he can. you flinch at the sound of enzo’s nose cracking beneath the contact of mattheo's knuckles. you feel yourself tense up at the noise not letting up, but rather playing over and over, filling the room with ugly sounds of punches fill the room.

“mattheo-“

your call out is cut off as theodore takes your shoulder, pulling you back, “don’t.”

“he’s going to kill him.”

“he won’t,” he pulls you even closer and further away from the violent scene unfolding before you all, tightening his grip. “lorenzo’s too viable.”

he was right. even as enzo was a loose canon, he brought in a lot of profit and kept his end clean… for the most part.

lo was too salient for mattheo to kill, but his loud mouth was enough to tip mattheo over the edge.

it was a perfect way for him to blow off steam; beating in the face of his friend.

***

“don’t you look like a dime.”

it’s been a week since mattheo went on his little rampage, and you were now just seeing lorenzo in his healing state.

you’re smiling up at him, pinching his cheek as he rolls his eyes to your attention, “yeah, yeah, get off my back.”

he looked far from a dime; his nose was broken causing both his eyes to sport dark rings of bruising around them while the lining of his jaw was turning a dark purple and yellow.

“you and mattheo civil now?”

“define your idea of civil.”

“well, you’re not dead, so I assume you two are as civil as civil gets in mattheo’s terms.”

he scoffs, “yeah, well, let’s hope mattheo and his father are on the same page and I don’t end up dead in the next week.”

over a month ago, some of lorenzo’s boys hijacked a truck everyone was told specifically not to mess with despite the fair amount of profit that could come from it. and unfortunately, they dug themselves an already deep hole, deeper by obtaining the truck through a casualty.

lorenzo had received the blame, despite it having nothing to do with him other than the men being under his supervision and responsibility. he had to pay for it, and he did…

“you’re on the higher end of things, he won’t kill you.”

“that’d be the exact reason for him to kill me,” lorenzo corrects you. “I’m on the higher end for a reason, i can’t fuck up.”

you press your lips into a thin line at the thought of his words. mattheo’s beating must’ve really enlightened lorenzo because there was rarely ever a moment you caught him in such a grave mood where he was so in touch with reality.

his attitude on life was light and so unserious; you were unsure on how mattheo even recruited him when that was the exact opposite that this job sought out for. but then again, the boy recruited all of you.

“then don’t fuck up,” he laughs lightly, but it’s caught in the back of his throat. “again.”

“great advice, y/l/n,” he glances at you, “really got that one on the nose.”

“don’t be a douche,” you slap him lightly. “I don’t know what you want me to say, lo. you’re alive, you’ll stay that way too as long as you don’t press your luck.”

“hard to press my luck when I don’t have any in the first place.”

you gaze at the side of his face, attempting to gage the general emotion or even thought process going through his head, but there was nothing. not even his usual perma-smile could be found.

***

“someone approached me awhile ago-“

“who?”

“doesn’t matter who—a clients girlfriend,” lorenzo is anxious, pacing back and forth before all of you in the backyard of mattheo’s home. “i was offered a deal.”

you wince immediately.

lorenzo had collected the whole lot of you; everyone except mattheo. you all sat on his back deck, fixating between the full beautiful greenery backyard of the riddle home and lorenzo, who hadn't spoken till now.

a deal.

he should’ve stopped there.

“a deal?” blaise arched a brow, now leaning on his forearms that rest on his knees. “what kind of deal?”

you all knew exactly what type of deal it was.

enzo’s eyes don’t reach any yours, but he’s stopped pacing, wondering whether he should really speak it now.

don’t say it.

“immunity,” he says it flat out, bringing truth to all of your thoughts. but he doesn’t seem ashamed to this with the way he looks at each and every one of you in the eye finally. “she said once we all get impounded, there’s a way out for me.”

once. not if.

“i tell them everything. i rat every single one of you out and i’m given immunity.”

you all look up at him like he’s crazy. and he is; to be speaking like this to a bunch of mobsters—threatening the entirety of their life and business is crazy.

“we get thirty years plus. there’s no doubt. they get us and we’re already laid in our graves before trial because what we’ve done is absurd-“

“are you saying you’re a rat, berkshire?”

“no,” he shakes his head fast. “no, not at all.”

“that’s not what i’m hearing,” draco shakes his head. “i’m hearing you’re getting nervous with all this recent snooping of the feds and you’re fuckin’ rat.”

“fuck off, malfoy. i’m just telling you what i was told. i’m not a goddamn rat. i’d have to be mental to give up all we’ve done-“ his hand finds his forehead and he’s pacing again. “fuck if i even remember half of it.”

you’re all back to silence, thinking about this. rat or not, this did not look good for him.

your eyes suddenly settle on the light and distant bruising under enzo’s eyes; finally healing. you think about mattheo beating in his face over and over, and then you think about what he’d do if he ever found out about lorenzo’s offer.

“they have a lot of shit on mattheo.”

you all look back up to lorenzo now, a certain interest now crossing each of you again.

“what type of shit exactly?”

“type of shit you don’t get parole with… or out of jail for that matter,” he looks even more stressed than before. “she said the rest of you could have chances of a life after serving. not him.”

this wasn’t a surprise. mattheo always had a quality that none of you did when it came to getting things done; something sociopathic. he always took risk without question of consequence. he moved in silence, he didn’t hesitate, didn’t think, he always got things done faster than all of you combined.

so if mattheo did something beyond all of your usual tasks, you wouldn’t be surprised.

“i mean that makes sense, matty’s been at this longer than the rest of us,” you reasoned it out, only to be stopped immediately.

“no, you don’t understand,” enzo shook his head.

“what exactly are we not understanding here, enzo? you seem to know something, so why don’t you just spit it out,” theodore sits up, speaking for once. there’s obvious annoyance and distaste in his mouth as he stares at the boy before you with a narrowed look.

lorenzo pauses, looking back at him with the same look. you can tell there’s a thought process behind his eyes, and his anxiousness is slowly melting away.

“you know, where do you guys think this is all going? genuinely. you think we’re going to spend the next couple of months running clubs, collecting money, and beating up the occasional person that’s late on their payments for fun?” lorenzo has turned sour, looking at each of you almost as if he hates you all for your ignorance. “this is for life, and we’re only at the beginning point.”

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 18 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Since the last one was so angsty, I bare you this cuteness with the smut. The outfit she wears near the second half is inspired by Pink's outfit from the "Lady Marmalade" video (pictured above).

Warnings: Daddy/Sir Steddie and Plus Size Sub Fem Reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), SMUT, morning sexy time :D, slight teasing from the reader, degrading, spanking, choking, dirty talk, over stimulation. FLUFF, reader surprises them with a trip to NY to meet her family, they talk about the future a bit when it comes to kids and things like that, they go to a club and dance and have fun, ANGST (slightly), reader runs into some men who try and flirt with her but Eddie puts them in their place, some older folks are rude to the metalhead but reader steps in. I think that all.

Word Count: 9215

“I got you guys a present.”, you beam over at them from your place in the kitchen.

“You got us something? Baby, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, Daddy, but after the fire and all the chaos these past few months I thought we deserved something nice.” You held out an envelope for them, your grin growing as Eddie playfully snatched it out of your grasp and tilting down to kiss your lips. 

You watched their faces as he tore it open and held up what was inside to show Steve. 

“Three tickets to New York?”

“Yeah. I thought I could show you around town and then you could meet my family up there. Sir, you are going to love the bars! They have bands there that play 24/7 and Daddy is going to flip when we show him Yankee Stadium. My uncle has season passes because my younger…cousins…” Your voice trailed off as they silently watched you speak with a little smirk on their faces. “What? I didn’t do something wrong, did I? I know we usually talk about things like this but—”

The metalhead’s lips cut you off as he lifted you onto the counter. 

“I think…this is a great idea.”, he grins.

“You’re just really cute when you babble.”, Steve smiles as he hops up beside you and pulls you to his side. “I don’t think I’ve ever been out of Indiana.”

“Me neither.”

“You two are going to love it especially since now I’m old enough to not have my family watching over me. I can show you all the fun places my cousins and I would sneak off to.”

##################

They were both excited to get away but Eddie hated waking up at 6 am to catch the plane. He crashed in the waiting area on your lap and then on your shoulder while you were on the plane. Curling up beside Steve, you noticed while you reading the book in your hand, he was subtly doing the same. After he finished a page, you figured out his fingers would twitch ever so slightly on your bicep and you’d turn to the next one. 

He wasn’t much of a reader if at all. Eddie, of course, loved anything fantasy related and actually suggested the book you were reading. He and you could fly through any novel pretty quickly but during your time on the flight you learned that Steve was a bit of a slow reader. It didn’t surprise you since you helped them both study in high school. Where Eddie struggled to focus on anything he deemed boring, Steve always got frustrated faster when he couldn’t immediately come up with an answer. 

“FUCK! I just don’t get it. This doesn’t make any fucking sense!”

“Daddy, it’s ok. You’re just over thinking it.”

“Because I’m an idiot.”

“You are NOT an idiot. You don’t let me talk down about myself and I’m not going to let you either.”

It always made you sad because he seemed eager to learn and try new things but no one ever took the time to be patient with him especially his parents. To his father everything needed to be done now and the “correct” way. 

“I love you, Steve.”

“Hm? I love you to, baby. Keep reading. I like watching you focus.”

“Mhmm…I think you just want to know if the princess is ok.”

He smiles as he jokingly turns your head back towards the pages in front of you. 

****

“Hey, we should have asked but does your family know about us?”, Eddie asks as he clicks the key into your hotel room door. 

“Yes, my mother did inform them. My parents actually stopped speaking to them for a while around the same time they weren’t speaking to me because my aunt and uncle didn’t see a problem with it.”

He kissed your temple when he heard the sad change of your voice before tossing your bag on the bed. 

“When are we meeting them?”

“Um, in a couple of hours so we have some time to freshen up before lunch slash dinner.”, you giggle. “Kinda like me they want to show you around but my aunt wanted to cook for you so we’re having lunch there and then after my uncle is showing us the town.” They nod as Steve falls backwards on the bed. 

Eddie bounces in beside him, reaching for you to crawl in bed between them. Laying on your back, the metalhead wastes no time resting his head on your chest and on impulse you run your fingers through his hair as the other man wraps his arm around your waist. 

##########

“Hey kids! Well, I guess you aren’t kids anymore but, oh, I’m so glad you’re here.”, your uncle grins as he pulls you into a bear hug. “Alright, so let me take a guess here. This young man with the long hair and tattoos I vaguely see peeking out that drove your mom crazy is Eddie?”

A throaty laugh escapes through his teeth as the metalhead extends his hand for him to shake. 

“Which would make you the pretty boy with the douchebag dad that my brother-in-law hit, Steve.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well come in, come in.” He excitedly ushers you three forward as he introduces members of the family. “My wife has extended family here in New York to so they’ll be coming over later. And, of course, speak of the devil…”

Your aunt giggles as she shakes her head at her husband before pulling each boy in for a hug. 

“It’s so good to finally meet you. Her mother sent us a copy of those prom pictures! You three were so cute. Y/N, honey, do you want to help me here for a moment?”

“Um, yeah sure.” You mouth your apologies to them but they just grin as your uncle tugs them towards the outside. 

“Oh wow, this is gorgeous.” Steve marvels at the patio in the backyard with a long table under a white awning. There were white Christmas lights strung up along the lining but because of the sun they were off. Further into the yard, there were kids playing that your uncle pointed to and named. 

“Out here on the suburban side, you are able to see the stars so I built this little area so my wife and I would sit outside after our daughter was born. The more kids we had the bigger and more extravagant everything got.”, he chuckles as he pats the boy’s back. “Here, have a seat. I’d love to know more about you. I heard you two got hurt recently. How are you doing?”

“A lot better, thank you. The scars aren’t exactly appealing but…” Steve turns to show him the markings along his outer arm. 

“I didn’t get burned but the gash in my leg is sexy.” 

Your uncle roars with laughter making them smile wider. “I swear to God. When I heard that Kline was responsible I wasn’t surprised. The fucker cut corners in his campaign! I don’t know why people thought a mall would be different.”

“You lived in Hawkins?”

“Oh yeah. Y/N’s mom and I grew up there. I’m older so, full disclosure, I vaguely knew your parents. I actually knew Wayne Munson better than Allen. We hung out a few times but after high school, I came up here to go to college.” He eyes them up and down as they nod. “I imagine my sister already grilled you two?”

“Yes, sir.”, Steve laughed. “A bit more than grilling.”

“Then I won’t give you the third degree but I will do the obligatory ‘If you hurt her, I will kill you’ warning.”

“That’s fair. We’re not perfect but we would never hurt her. We love her.”

Your uncle grins and nods at Eddie’s answer as they continue to talk through the afternoon.

***

By the end of lunch, the boys were in love with your family. There wasn’t one moment through the meal that they stopped smiling or laughing. Your smaller cousins attached to them fairly quickly. Some of the kids asked Steve to play football with them while your youngest cousin made little grabby hands to sit on Eddie’s lap so he could color with her. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if this is what a future with them would be like. Sitting in the backyard after a meal while they played with your children. Maybe you’d have a little boy with Eddie’s laugh who Steve would help with his homework, furrowing his eyebrows like he did in school as they worked together. Or maybe a little girl with Steve’s smile whose eyes would light up as Eddie read her a story like one of his campaigns. 

Did they even want kids? You had never had that conversation but to be fair you three were still so young. You weren’t ready to have any children right now. And what about marriage? Of course, you couldn’t marry two people but what about some kind of symbol or ceremony? Did they want something like that? Steve always wanted to just be. 

“Princess, what are you thinking so hard about?”

You blinked back into the moment to find Eddie’s chocolate color eyes scanning you’re your face.

“Nothing. I’m just watching you two have fun.”

His eyes narrowed playfully in your direction. He knew you were lying and you knew he’d know that but there wasn’t much he could do about it here with your family. 

“Oh Jesus!” You both turned just in time to see Steve being tackled to the ground by giggling kids. “Ok! Ok, I give up. You guys win.”

“I told you, Steven! Those kids are persistent.”, your uncle laughs. “Alright, who’s ready to go tour the city?”

***

Piling into their minivan, your aunt drove towards the lights that practically painted the sky. Your uncle and your eldest cousin tagged along while the smaller kids stayed behind. 

Both men held your hands as they looked out the windows taking everything in. Their eyes lit up as the took in the tall buildings and all the people hastily hustling to their next destination. After parking the car, you all got out and walked around. 

Of course, Eddie promptly noticed a record store and pulled you both in. Your aunt stood beside him as he talked about metal records making her laugh as she asked him more questions. Your cousin tugged you as far away from everyone as possible as you two pretended to browse the albums in front of you. 

“They are both so fucking cute and you get the best of both worlds! The heavy metal bad boy and the cute preppy jock guy. You get Tom Cruise AND James Hetfield!”

“Stop it.”, you giggle as you push her with your hip. “He’s not a bad boy, not like that anyway.”

You stick out your tongue jokingly making her laugh. 

“Do you like…ya know…at the same time or do you say…have one for lunch and then the other for dinner?”

“That is weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever heard you say, Nat.” You both cackle as your grin grows. “And yes to answer your question.”

“Really?!”

“Shhhhh!”

“I would be so exhausted. Hell, I can barely even keep up with the one man I have.”

You don’t see it but they are both watching you from their respective places in the store. They had never seen you come out of your shell this much and to them it was the most beautiful thing they had ever witnessed. Hawkins definitely sheltered your personality.

Steve came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and without any hesitation you leaned back against his chest. 

“What kind of music are you into, Steve?”, your cousin asked.

“Um, just the regular stuff I guess.”

“His media knowledge was suppressed.”, you whisper, smiling when his palm comes around to cover your mouth. 

“My dad always listened to that 60 style Frank Sinatra type music so that’s all I really know of.”

“Well, tomorrow night, we will be giving you some education.”

***

Your uncle took everyone to dinner at an Italian restaurant near times square. The boys felt bad when they saw the prices and insisted on helping to pay. 

“Hey no. You are my guests and I make enough money. I have to when you have a billion children.”

“Wow. Calm down over there.”, you aunt laughs as he pulls her to his side and kisses her forehead. 

Throughout the meal, your family got to see a side of them that only Masie had ever really been witness to. While you waited for your food, Eddie slung his arm on the back of your chair and ran his fingers through your hair, occasionally petting the back of your head. The restaurant got a bit chilly and without thinking twice, he took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders. When you were done eating, Steve held your hand on the table as his thumb caressed your skin. Every now and then he would turn his head to kiss your forehead. 

“Alright kids, I know tomorrow night you have plans with this troublemaker here.”, your uncle teases his daughter. “But I got you a present for tomorrow afternoon.” He grins as he holds up three tickets to a play. “My niece is a nerd but you can’t come here and not at least see one play.”

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know but I did. Sue me. You should take them to that clothing store you like so you can get something to wear for it.”

“What makes you think I didn’t bring anything already?”

“Because I know you.”

You both laugh as you hug him and the rest of your family before going in separate directions. Dragging them up the street, you guide them to a big two-story store you always came with your family to browse in. 

“This is where I got that outfit I wore that first day of senior year. Hawkins doesn’t really have a big collection of styles to choose from.”

“Well pick whatever you want and we’ll pay for it. Do we need suits or something?”

Eddie whines as he puts down a shirt he was looking at. “Do we have to wear suits?”

“No, Sir.”, you giggle as you push up on your toes to kiss his lips. “But you are supposed to look nice so a dress shirt maybe?”

“I got him. Don’t go far!”, Steve chuckles as he pushes his friend towards the men’s side. 

“I’ll meet you two at the dressing room over here.”

After about 30 minutes, both men find what they need and search for you. 

“Baby?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I think I found something but…” You step out of the room in front of the mirror and turn from side to side. The dress you had on was a gorgeous green V-neck style that cut off just above your knees. The black straps showed off your arms and the black bow tied around you accentuated your hips. “…I’m not sure. What do you guys think?”

They were both staring at you again with glassy eyes like when you descended the stairs for prom. 

“Uh oh. Did I lose you?”

“Goddamn, you look gorgeous.”

“You should wear dresses more. You look amazing.”

“Thank you.”, you twirl like a little girl. “Well, if this is how you feel about me in dresses wait until you see the other outfit I got for you tomorrow night.”

“The cute little black thing we got you in Hawkins?”

“Noooooo, Daddy.” Your grin grows as you bite your bottom lip. “This is something for just us when we get back to the hotel.”

***

The key beeps as you three enter the room and you toss the things everyone had bought that day on the bed. 

“Oh Sir, you should put on MTV so we can listen to some music.”

As you reach for your suitcase to change into your pajamas, Eddie grabbed your bicep and turned you to face him.

“Hey. Don’t think I forgot about what happened at your uncle’s house. What were you thinking so hard about?”

“What happened?”, Steve asked as he took a seat at the end of the bed.

“That’s what I’m trying to find out, Harrington.”

“I feel like this is going to seem out of nowhere but…”, you sigh. “Do you guys want kids?”

Their eyes widen, genuinely taken aback by your question. 

“Right now?”

“No! God, no. I just saw you guys with my cousins today and you were both so adorable. It got me thinking about what you would be like as dads which led to me wondering what you would be like husbands. I got sad because I know we can’t get married but then I was like ‘If we could is that something they would even want? Kids? A house? I mean—”

“Ooooookay! Okay. Slow down, sweetheart. You’re running a mile a minute.” He grins as he cupped your face in his hands. “We’ve never really talked about it but I guess we can do that now.”

“I’m afraid of being a dad.”, Steve blurted. “I don’t want to lie to you, Y/N. I love the idea of kids and being a husband but the notion terrifies me.”

“Me to.”, Eddie agrees. “But… I never thought I’d ever have someone fall in love with me to even have that conversation yet…”, he gestures towards you.

“Be nice to yourself.”, you softly smile as you repeat back verbiage they’ve said to you a billion times. Taking a seat next to Steve, Eddie pulls up the rolling desk chair by the wall so he can be closer to you two. “I’m sorry. I feel like I’m being a needy girlfriend or something which is why I wanted to avoid this—”

“Become a better liar and maybe you can.”, Steve teases. “No, honey, you’re not being needy or coming off that way. I mean, we’ve been seeing each other for, what, almost 3 years now.”

“DO you guys ever think about that stuff when it comes to me?”, you ask shyly causing them to let out a little chuckle. 

They glance at each other before nodding and Eddie slides back to grab a little bag you didn’t even realize he had brought in with him from the store you had just came from. After digging through it a bit, he produces a little black box, and hands it to you. 

Their eyes carefully watch you pull off the top, trying to gage your reaction as you produce a gorgeous silver ring with a red heart stone in the middle and what seemed like the infinity symbol on either side. 

“After finding our outfits, we saw that jewelry section across the way. Steve liked the design and I liked the color with the stone. Kind of reminded me of a ring in one of the campaigns I read in school. The lady behind the counter said it’s a promise ring. You give them to someone you love as like a promise they are yours and one day you’ll get married.”

“After hearing you talk right now…like you said we know we can’t get married but that right there and these rings right here…”  Eddie handed him one of the male bands that matched the ring they gave you. “They’re a promise that if we could we would.”

“Cry baby.”, the metalhead teases as you try to control the tears that fall. “What are you thinking about now, sweetheart?”

“I think… this is really beautiful.”, you giggle as you slide the ring on your finger. “I still think it’s funny that 2 and half years ago I was telling you, Steve, I hate you and now I’d give anything to walk down the aisle with you. That, Eddie, I didn’t even know who you were but now I can’t picture my life without you. That the best decision I ever made was telling Carol she had no ass and getting detention.”

The three of you laugh as Steve pulled you into his arms. After getting ready for bed, you lay between them with your head on Eddie’s chest as you gently caress his skin along his tattoos. 

“Yes, by the way, to answer your question. I have thought about what a suburban life would be like with you. I’d love to get you a house and not a trailer.”

“With a big backyard like your uncle’s.”, Steve adds.

“We would definitely have some beautiful children running around.”

“At least 6.”

“Jesus Christ, Daddy!” You laugh when you feel his wide smile against your shoulder. 

“I just want you to be happy.”

“As long as I’m with you two I am. Thank you for my ring. I love it. I love you.”, you whisper before your eyes close and you fall sleep. 

############

At first you thought it was a dream; the euphoria you were feeling in the pit of your stomach but when you opened your eyes and were met with Steve’s gorgeous honey ones you realized this was your reality. This handsome man was really pumping two of his long fingers inside of your cunt as his thumb lightly pressed against your clit.

“Hey, honey.”, he smiled down at you. “I woke up hard as a fucking rock but I figured…instead of jerking off…I could use you.” You whimpered as his forehead landed on yours. “Is that ok, baby?”

“Of course, Daddy. I’m yours.”

He tenderly kissed your cheek before rolling you on to your side with your back to his chest. You both groaned as he ran the tip of his already leaking cock along your folds. His palm gripped your hip as he gradually pushed himself inside of you, your eyes immediately rolling in pleasure at the feeling.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Always so warm and ready for Daddy.”

Taking hold of his hand, you cling to him as he thrusts steadily into you. His thumb taps your cheek, gesturing for you to turn so he can passionately kiss your lips. 

“Look at me, pretty girl. Don’t take those beautiful eyes off me.” As you clench around him at his words, a small smirk paints his features. “You—fuck—you always like when Daddy compliments you, don’t you, honey?”

When you only nod, his hand slides over to grip your throat as he rolls his hips harder against you. “What do you do when we ask you a question, little girl?”

“I-I answer. Fuck, Daddy, I’m sorry. You just feel so good. Please…”

“Can’t really blame her, Steve. You know how dumb her cute little brain gets when we’re making her feel good.”

Eddie’s sexy, sleepy voice didn’t surprise you since neither of you were necessarily being quiet but you wanted more than anything to turn and see his handsome face but you knew better. 

Steve’s eyes were intensely boring into yours as if challenging you to do it but you behaved.

“I like when you make me feel beautiful, Daddy. Please. Please make me cum.”

His mouth opened in a silent moan and the sight had you squeezing him tighter as he pounded into you. 

“Fuck, baby girl, you…you can’t do that.” Your fingers threaded through his hair as his forehead fell against your cheek and his humid pants warmed your skin. The dam broke and you whimpered as you came. “That’s my good girl. Yes, baby.” Steve thrust into harder a few more times before you felt his release spill inside of you.

When you were finally able to look at Eddie, you were met with his fingers reaching to brush your hair out of your face. He looked angelic with the way the sun slightly peaked through the window of the hotel room. Giving Steve one more kiss, you scoot closer to the metalhead to place your lips on his. 

“Good morning?”, he asks, chuckling when you grin. 

“Yes, Sir. Do you need to use me to?”

“Fuck me. You can’t say stuff like that so sweetly after what I just witnessed and expect me to last long.”

Giggling, you kiss him again before trailing down his chest to his boxers, smiling when you found his cock poking through, desperate to be relieved. 

“Let me take care of you, Master.”

A heavy sigh of pleasure left his lips at your words followed by a throaty groan as your mouth wrapped around him, taking him as far back as you could before steadily bobbing your head.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck. You know I love hearing you choke on my dick.” Glancing up at him, your eyes locked as he flashed you a sexy smirk. “You look so beautiful with your mouth full of me. Do—mmm—do you like sucking your Master’s cock?” 

Your hand continued to stroke him and your mouth released him with a loud smacking sound as drool dangled from your lips. 

“I do, Sir. I love sucking you cock. You taste so good. Please, I need you to cum so I can swallow it all.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re perfect. Put that pretty mouth on me again, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you need.”

As you do what he says, his fingers pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail so he can see you better as he roughly begins thrusting his hips. You stay still, allowing him to use you as his tip hits the back of your throat. Eddie mewls at the sound of your gags and gurgles before his breathing because ragged and you abruptly feel rope after rope of his release hit your tongue.

When he finally releases you from his grip, you crawl up his body till your lips find his before collapsing against his chest. 

“Hey. Come on, honey. We have to shower and get ready if we’re going to make this play your uncle got us tickets for.”, Steve coos as he pokes you side.

“But I’m comfortable.”, you whine, your body jiggling as Eddie laughs underneath you.

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, pretty girl.”

***

They grin as they watch your eyes come to life entering the theater. 

“Lady and gentlemen, your seats will be up those stairs and to the right. Balcony 3.”

“Oh wow, he didn’t have to do that.”

“Is that good?”, Eddie asks.

“Yeah, we’ll have a good view and it will just be us with a few other people.”

Glancing around, you notice an older couple staring before catching your eyeline and looking away. It took you moment and a few more awkward looks before you realize that they are disgusted with Eddie. You thought he looked handsome as ever with his slacks and button up shirt. While he and Steve were talking he had rolled up his sleeves so some of his tattoos were visible and his long hair flowed freely but he did brush it before you left the hotel. He stood out a bit but not enough for them to be giving him the faces they were as they whispered to each other. 

You tried to ignore it as you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled into his chest but after a while it became almost unbearable for you NOT to say something.

“Excuse me? Yes, hi. If you’re going to keep whispering and making faces I suggest you do it somewhere else.”

“Excuse me! How rude.”

“No, what’s rude is you disrespecting my boyfriend. He’s not doing anything wrong.”

“Kids today. They have no idea how to dress properly nor do they have manners.” They give you and the metalhead one more once over before turning on their heels and heading into the auditorium.

“So…we should have been in New York all this time? Damn, babe. Where did that confidence come from?”, Steve chuckled.

“Ugh! They just remind me of people back home. I wish people could see you like I do.” You circle your arms around him again making Eddie smile.

“Eh, I don’t care what anybody else thinks except you, sweetheart.”

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While they did enjoy the performance, they enjoyed you more. Eddie finally got to see what Steve was talking about when he told him about that date he took you on back in Hawkins senior year. 

“Dude, she’s so fucking adorable. Her eyes soak up everything and she giggles like a little kid. It’s almost like she forgets she’s watching a play and just gets sucked into the world. Watching it with her THROUGH her eyes…Jesus. I can’t even explain it, man.

After picking up lunch, you three were able to relax a bit before your evening out with your cousin who picked you three up in her car with her boyfriend in tow. 

“Ok, first stop is where my cousin and I always snuck off to when my parents thought we were just hanging out with friends. Which technically isn’t untrue since one my friends live above this store.”, Nat explains as she parks.

You five don’t need to walk far before the boys read the neon above them. 

“Oh, Y/N. You have so many stories you haven’t told us don’t you?”, Eddie grins in your direction. 

“It’s not like I could buy anything or bring anything home. BUT…now that we have our own apartment…”, you seductively smile back.

As you enter the sex shop, you all split up to different sections being that you and your cousin were into different things. You knew when you planned this trip for them you wanted to bring them here because you remembered they had something specific you thought would make a certain part of your playing with the boys a bit easier.

“I know, Sir, you’ve been looking for something more comfortable for my wrists which is hard in our close-minded town but…”, you paused gesturing towards the wall of handcuffs. “I figured we’d have more options here. At most, maybe, we can get a bigger set and then some scarfs or something.”

“Goddamn, you’ve come a long way, haven’t you, honey? I mean it’s not like you were a prude or anything but, I don’t know, you talk about stuff like this more seamlessly now.”

“So do you two.”, you grin as you shrug. “I think it’s just because I trust you more. That was part of the problem before. I didn’t know anything about you two.” You hold out your wrist as Eddie grabs a couple of handcuffs and tests them on you. “Also my parents were sexually conservative. ‘The penis goes into the vagina and then a baby is made.’ That was my birds and bees talk. Ow.”

“Sorry, princess. These are a no.” Eddie hangs the set he had tried to put on you back on the wall and reaches for the next one. “Yeah, Wayne had some difficulties to. I got the basics and then him correcting whatever my father told me.”, he laughs. 

“I learned on my own basically by trial and error. Then whatever they showed us in health class.” Steve wraps his arms around you as he leans his chin on your head. “You know, I don’t think we’ve ever asked this but when or what made you realize you like this?”

“Those feel ok. The fuzzy stuff on top might be distracting.”, you grimace and that’s all the confirmation the metalhead needs to put them back. “What about those leather ones up top there? You did kind of ask me after I came back home senior year. I told you I just knew I didn’t like what I had before and that’s honestly the best way I can answer your question.” You smile as you tilt your head back to kiss his lips. “I didn’t even really think about this until… you scolded me that day in detention.”

You hadn’t even realized that Eddie hadn’t moved for the past couple of minutes but he did have a small smirk on his face. Thinking he was waiting for you to hold out your arms again you did only to find your wrists were already restrained. 

“You didn’t even notice I put them on, did you?”

“Oh wow. No, I didn’t. They aren’t too tight or anything.”, you grin. 

“Well, little one, I think we finally found a winner.” He grins along with you as you jump up to kiss his lips. 

“Is there anything you guys want for you or something else you want to try on me?”

“You know, since we’re having that conversation…when we started this you had no idea what you liked and didn’t like. Do you have more of an idea now?”, Eddie asks.

“IIIII like the way you talk to me. I like the spanking and the handcuffing obviously.”

“Obviously.”, Steve teases.

“What about the belt? We’ve only ever done it that one time. Harrington said you liked it.”

“In the moment, I did. I don’t mind it when you’re punishing me. I don’t think I could do like…that stuff.” They turn to where you point down an adjacent aisle filled with things like whips and flogs. “I like when you two take control and then finding ways to work with what you have.” You whine as you try to explain, covering your face in embarrassment.

“No, no. Hey, I really want you to explain that because I find it interesting. Go on, baby.”, Eddie encourages as Steve tenderly pulls your hands back down. 

“Like with the belt. You punished me with it because it’s what you had and you knew it would work. Fuck. Watching you pull it off in one go…”, you close your eyes as you sigh in pleasure at the memory. “To me that’s more attractive than pausing to go get something like that.” Again, you gesture down the aisle. 

The metalhead’s lips connected with yours once more but it was a soft kiss filled with nothing but love.

“All these years and still surprising me.”

“Still so fascinating.”, Steve adds. 

***

This time you got to watch their eyes light up with excitement when you entered your next destination. This particular bar you and your cousin had always wanted to go to but were never able to get in. Now that you could and were visiting, you finally got the chance. The band on stage was playing a cover of “Crazy Train” causing Eddie to slap Steve’s arm and give him trivia you had heard him telling the former jock before. He was so flabbergasted when he found out he didn’t know who Ozzy Osbourne was.

Your cousin’s boyfriend ordered a round of drinks while you guys found a table near the edge of the dance floor/ mosh pit where you guys could sit and talk.  The metalhead’s wide, ecstatic eyes looked at yours as Billy Idol’s “Dancing with Myself” began to play and he promptly grabbed your arm, yanking you and Steve as you three danced wildly. You heard your cousin’s loud laugh as her and her boyfriend followed making you smile. 

You absolutely adored seeing this side of them; the fun side that just completely let go. You did this for them in many different ways and allowed yourself to be vulnerable for them especially in the bedroom. The fact that they could do that as well just made your love them grow. If you went back in time and met the girl who had just been intimate with them for the first time and told her that the aggressive seemingly angry metalhead and the uptight asshole who was friends with the people that made fun of you would turn into two of the sweetest, funniest, dorkiest men that you had ever met… 

The music changes to a song you and surprising Steve knows but you’re shocked when Eddie grips your hand in the air and tugs your waist to his as he sings along.

“The lights are on, but you're not home Your mind is not your own Your heart sweats, your body shakes Another kiss is what it takes You can't sleep, you can't eat.”

“How do you know this song?!”, you giggle as he flashes you a big tooth filled smile. 

“There's no doubt, you're in deep Your throat is tight, you can't breathe Another kiss is all you need.”

“I work in at a record store remember, sweetheart?”

The metalhead playfully twirls you into Steve’s arms who holds you the exact same way as he sways and sings.

“Another kiss and you'll be mine A one-track mind, you can't be saved Oblivion is all you crave If there's some left for you You don't mind if you do.

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love.”

You cousin grabs your arm after announcing she needed to use the bathroom and you laugh as you watch them pause to watch you leave before continuing to dance like idiots beside each other. 

“I have your thing in the trunk of my car. I’ll give it to you when we drop you guys off.”, Nat grins as she fixes some of her make up in the mirror. “Kevin saw you guys in the handcuff section and asked me if I’d be into that. He said he wanted to talk to them about it when we weren’t around.”

You both laugh as you sit on the counter and continue to watch her. “It’s taken us years to even find some that fit my chubby wrists or don’t hurt me.”

“Isn’t that the point? For it to hurt?”

“Nooooo… Natalie, who have you been talking to?” She grins widely as you blush. “No, they don’t want to hurt me. They want me to submit, to give my entire body and soul to them; to trust them.”

“Do you?”

“I do and I know it’s kind of weird but they do to. I mean, think about it. They were vulnerable enough to let me into their dominate world without judgement and after everything they’ve been through—”

“And you… I remember how sad Christian made you.”

After feeling like you gave the boys enough time to have their conversation, you two exited the bathroom hand in hand before accidently bumping into a group of guys passing by.

“Shit. I’m so sorry. My hips have a mind of their own sometimes.”, you apologize with a polite smile. As you turn to leave, however, a hand places itself on your shoulder.

“Not a problem, baby. You can put those hips to good use if you want to for me in the restroom over here.”

Rolling your eyes, you yank your body away from his as you try to push your cousin back towards you table.

“Oh, come on, it was just a joke—”

“Hey! Do we have a problem, gentlemen?”, Eddie barked as he glared at the men in front of him. “Trust me, it was definitely a joke thinking little boys like you could handle a beautiful woman like her. She needs a grown ass man and she’s already got two.”

They hold up their hands in a surrender gesture as the metalhead guides you both to your area. 

“Wow, Eddie. Kevin, you’re going to end up hating them because the more I spend time with them the more they raise the bar for what I expect out of a gentleman.”

Her boyfriend chuckles as he leans down to kiss her lips. “For you, honey, I’ll meet and surpass any bar as long as your happy.”

Eddie takes your hand in his as you lean your chin against his shoulder. “Thank you, Sir.”

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“Baby girl! You have been in the bathroom for twenty minutes with this thing you got from your cousin. Should we be worried or jealous?!”

“Calm down, Daddy!”, you giggle as you finish threading everything together. “I’m almost done.”

“Did she just tell me to calm down?”

“She did. I have my belt on if you want to spank her.”

“You do it. I’m too old and tired.” Steve smiles when he hears you laugh again at his comment. 

“Ok! I’m ready! Sir, push play on the radio, please!”

Lazily, he gets up from the bed and does what you ask, leaning against the window as he takes a sip from the beer can in his hand. As “Pour Some Sugar on Me” begins to flow from the little crackling speakers your leg steps out over dramatically from the bathroom making them both laugh.

When you fully saunter out, however, time seems to freeze for them. A few months prior your cousin had gotten a catalogue for the store you guys had visited and sent it over to you in Indiana. While the boys were at work, you browsed the sexy garments until you found one you thought they would like, ordering it, and sending it to Natalie so she could keep it hidden for you with the goal of surprising them. 

Your legs and arms were covered in black mesh material that were perfectly accentuated by the silver heels and bracelets on your wrists. The flower pattern lace around your thighs were clipped in place, attached to the see-through black lace panties hugged perfectly around your hips. Your breasts were covered by a silver, sequined bra that was being slightly obscured by your long, flowing, fluffed up sexily hair that was topped with a black top hat tilted to the side. The silver sequined chocker around your neck drew attention to your face that you had spent time putting make up on to finish out the ensemble.

“Jesus Christ.”, Steve groaned. 

With a sexy smile stretched across your face, you sway in his direction reaching your hands out to run your fingers down his chest. 

“Do you like it, Daddy?” Kneeling on your heels, your palms run down his jeaned thighs as your face hovers just above the massive bulge in his pants. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Standing to your full height, you make sure your breasts graze his face ever so slightly before turning to give Eddie your attention. The whine Steve tries to hide as you step away from him makes you bite your bottom lip to hide your own moan. 

“What about you, Sir? Do you like it?” You had never seen either of them like this before but especially Eddie. He had been talking pretty much since you met him but this was the first time you had ever found him speechless. Taking his hands in yours, you turned away and pushed your ass into his groin. “Aw. Master reallylikes it.”

As you swiveled around to face him again, your nose grazed his as you reached over to turn off the music. Growing up you never really felt like you had any control over your life. Your parents had a strict mindset on what they wanted for you and how you should be. At school you always felt stuck at the bottom, constantly bullied and ridiculed by the student body. In relationships, you always wanted more, always feeling stifled and hidden. An outsider would think your relationship with the boys was the same; that you had no control. But the truth was you had all the power here.

As you heard Steve’s breathing pick up and watched Eddie’s eyes slowly darken with need, even they knew you could turn away from them and leave. You could say the safe word and decide that tonight you weren’t in the mood. You could rile them up and leave them wanting…and they would respect that still crawling into bed with you as they cuddled you till you fell asleep.

You chose to surrender that will to them because you loved them and wanted them to have that control over you. 

As soon as you nodded, the metalhead’s hand shot out to bring your lips to his for a passionate kiss as his other palm reaches between your legs making you mewl as the lacey fabric presses into your clit.

“Please. Touch me.”

“Show me. Show me what you need.”  His gruff tone turns you on more knowing that when he speaks like that they don’t plan on being gentle. Sliding your fingers into your panties, you moan at the sound of your slick as you thrust two of them into your core. Eddie licks his lips as he watches your face contort with pleasure, quickly throwing off his clothes and spitting in his hand as he strokes his cock. 

“Please, Sir. I need you, baby.”

Grabbing your hair, he roughly turns you around, raising the blinds as he presses you to the window. You guys were pretty high up so not a lot of eyes should be on you but you were in a city filled with buildings that practically touched the sky. 

Kicking your legs apart, you whimpered as he pushed himself into you before reaching for your wrists and pinning your hands to the window. 

“Always so needy, baby. Fuck me. Master’s going to give you what you want. How…how can I deny you when you look so fucking delicious in this outfit.”

Your breath fogged the glass as you panted out moans. Gripping your throat, his hips loudly smacked into yours as you looked out in front of you. 

“Cum for me, pretty girl. Hawkins already know how well we take care of you. L-Let’s show New York to.” Eddie’s fingers glided between your legs and he firmly pressed circles into your nub causing you to roll your lower half meeting his movements. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Y-yes, Sir!” Your pussy clenched tightly around him as you came, whimpering when he didn’t slow as he fucked you through it.

“Goddamn.” Wrapping his arms around you, he yanked you away from the window and threw you to the bed where a naked Steve was stroking his length as he watched you two. You gasped as Eddie’s tongue abruptly flicked against your clit as he shoved three of his long fingers inside of you. 

“Eddie!”

His head shot up at his name but Steve was faster as his palm aggressively grabbed your neck. 

“Color?”

“G-g-green, Daddy. Fuck, I’m sorry! I wasn’t rea—”

“I don’t care. You show us the respect we deserve, right little girl? Right?!”, he snapped as the metalhead pumped into you while his tongue moved faster making it hard for you to focus. 

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sir.”

Lifting up your legs, he guided his cock easily into your dripping entrance and began thrusting into you slowly, grunting as your walls sucked him in. Eddie’s hands roamed the material around your calf as he pressed his cheek against it.

“Mmm…fuck. Our sexy, beautiful girl. All ours.” A loud growl left his chest as he pried your legs open wide and pumped into you at a faster, harder pace. Hands above you suddenly took hold of your ankles bringing them back ever so slightly allowing Eddie to hit deeper inside of you. Your eyes briefly found Steve’s as the rolled back and closed. 

Feeling his cock brush against your nose, you tilted your head so you could run your tongue along the side. He maneuvered his hips to give you better access while still being able to hold you for his friend. 

“That’s it, baby. Fuck. Still a little slut for our dicks, huh? I think we spoil her, Ed.” Eddie barely heard him as he was lost in you trying to pull another orgasm from your body. “I’m not gonna lie, honey. Seeing—mmm—seeing that thing around your neck move every time I touch the back of your throat is driving me fucking crazy.”

The metalhead pushed Steve lightly against his stomach and the boy backed away as Eddie fell forward against and slammed his hips into yours. Your fingers clung to his shoulders as you moaned his title; the louder you were the harder he thrust into you. His hand covered your mouth as you screamed and came. He didn’t slow as he chased his high until his pleasure filled grunts filled your ear as he released inside of you.

You held him tightly as you began to cry.

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey, princess. Color?”, Eddie cooed as he leaned up to caress your face.

“Green. Green I swear. You just…it was so good.”

He smiled as his lips landed on yours. “Cry baby. Do you think you can handle Steve?”

You nodded and as his brown eyes met yours he knew you were still in the right place mentally. You were actually in Steve’s favorite part of your subspace, the overly sensitive little girl that needed her Daddy. 

He climbed in beside you and you rolled on your side so you could face him, humming softly as he ran his fingers through your hair. 

“You had a hat on at some point.”, he mused, grinning when you giggled as he pretended to look around.

“I think it fell off when Master pushed me against the window.”

“Bastard.”

“My bad.”, Eddie sighed playfully.

His large palm slides down your back, over the ass, and to the back of your thigh as he guided your leg over his waist.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me if you don’t want to, Daddy. I can handle it.”

Steve blinks a few times before he smirks in your direct and tugs your body a bit close to his. “Hey, Ed?”

“Stevie?”

“I think we may have to start setting up a particular punishment when it comes to repeating ourselves because little miss here still seems to struggle hearing us when it comes to what she and we can handle.” His hand spanks your behind hard making you yelp. “What has Eddie told you?”

“That you know your body and mine. You would never put me in a position where you or I would be hurt or uncomfortable but if something happened, Daddy, where I did feel uncomfortable I would say our safe word.”

“Good girl, honey.” You happily exhale when he kisses your forehead. “You trust us to know how to take care of you right?”

“Yes, Daddy, I trust you both.”

Bringing his lips to your own, you mewl at the taste of him before a gasp escapes you as he slides his cock into your cunt. This is what Steve was good at, the slow and rough. As he flipped you on to your back, he pulled himself back till just his tip was inside of you, and watched your face as he punched back into you. Just like Eddie, he hit every button inside of you the right way till you were a trembling mess. 

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“See? Daddy knows how to take care of you.” His tongue traced the valley between your breasts to your neck where he sucked at skin making you groan as your ran your fingers through his hair. “Fuck, baby girl. I love how tight you get after your cum. If I could I’d make you cum again and again but I don’t know how much long I’m going to last. You just look too fucking good in this.”

As much as you loved how they both made you feel, you were grateful he couldn’t give you more. You could barely handle the one you currently hurtling towards. 

“Maybe your Master can help me.”

It almost as if they had planned it beforehand. Steve lifted up on his arms as Eddie slid his own between you two so his fingers could massage your clit. They barely gave you time to breathe as they worked in tandem to build you up. The leg you had wrapped around him fell as your body shook and your vision was blinded by white.

“There she is. That’s our good girl. Fuck and your pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight.”

“Daddy…please… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can, honey. Eddie don’t stop until she cums again one more time.”, he commanded. 

“Wasn’t planning on it unless told otherwise.”

Their pace didn’t let up and you were so sensitive you knew they’d get another orgasm out of you at this rate. 

“Come on, baby. Daddy needs you to cum again. You can do it.”

“I-I-I can’t…I need…”

Steve caught it in your voice as he looked down at your scrunched up, pouty face. Putting all his weight on one arm, he reached up with his other to wrap around your throat.

“Stop pouting, little girl. It doesn’t sound like to me we were asking. Maybe we’ve spoiled you too much, huh?” Steve hissed through gritted teeth. “Stop acting like you don’t want to cum again. You love the way my cock and his fingers feel, you little whore. Now…fucking…cum.”

Between each of his words in his last sentence he smacked his hips aggressively into yours. That mixed with everything else he was saying was all you needed as Eddie covered your mouth once more and you came hard around Steve’s cock.

That was all he needed as well as his rhythm faltered and he grunted as he thrust his seed inside of you. 

“So yeah, this will be coming home with us.”, the metalhead proclaimed as he lightly slapped your thigh. You and Steve laugh as he tried to carefully pull out of you and fell to your side. “Not that you need to hear this but I’m proud of you for taking the initiative to buy it and wear it. It was only, what, a year ago that you were blushing while wearing a nightie thinking you looked unattractive.”

“You really do look gorgeous in stuff like this, honey.”

“Thank you.”

Eddie turned to glance over at you realizing you were half awake with a glazed over look of bliss. “Op, Steve, we may still be dealing with little miss here.”

“She’s always little miss, Ed.”

You giggled at their banter as you rolled over to face Eddie. “Sir, I’m sleepy.”

“You’re sleepy? Alright, so no shower then but I want to get you out of thing here. Wait, Y/N, baby, you have to stand to take the make-up off.” Your eyes fully open as you look at him quizzically. “Right? I thought you told Steve once it’s bad to leave it on overnight.”

“I love you.”, you grin as you lean towards him to kiss his lips. 

“Pfft, ok. I love you to, cry baby.” He rises from the bed and tugs at your hands to bring you with him as you groan. “Come on. Let’s do this quick so you can crash.”

While you stand in front of the sink in the bathroom, both men scurry quickly around you to get you out of your outfit and help you wash your face.

“So beautiful.”, Steve smiles as he looks down lovingly at your now make-up free features. 

After bringing you back, they climb under the covers with you and tenderly run their hands along your skin, murmuring praises and “I love you”s till you fall asleep. 

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hiii! omg i haven't been here in so long but can i please request a sfw oneshot with elijah but make it angst? like he cheats on y/n? oh btw it's for the valetine's celebration!! thanks :)

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Fractured

pairing(s): elijah mikaelson x f!reader

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warning(s): angst? cheating? idk.

author’s note: oh hi, yes it's been a while. thank you so much for the request! i hope you enjoy it 🤍

The Mikaelson mansion buzzed with the muted conversations of its supernatural occupants, the air thick with tension that Y/N initially couldn’t pinpoint. Hayley, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, strategically wove her tale of passion and betrayal, casting her words like a spell in the room. 

Y/N, engrossed in her own thoughts, overheard fragments of Hayley’s conversation that seemed oddly familiar. “Passionate encounters in secret locations,” Hayley boasted, a sly grin dancing on her lips. Unbeknownst to Y/N, these details mirrored stolen moments shared between Elijah and Hayley. 

As the conversation unfolded, Y/N’s patience waned. Irritation flickered in her eyes, but she dismissed it, thinking Hayley was merely recounting tales of her own romantic escapades. Little did Y/N know, she was the unwitting audience to the unraveling of her own relationship.

Klaus, ever observant, raised an eyebrow as he noticed Y/N’s growing discomfort. The room’s atmosphere shifted, charged with an undercurrent of betrayal, setting the stage for a revelation that would shatter the illusion of the perfect Mikaelson family. Klaus, seated in a corner, closed his book with a deliberate snap, his eyes shifting between Y/N and Hayley. A subtle smirk played on Klaus’s lips as he observed the unfolding drama, aware of the tension building like a storm about to unleash its fury. 

Y/N’s patience snapped, her frustration evident as she shot Hayley a glare. “Shut up, Hayley. I’ve had my fill of your tales,” she retorted, her tone laced with a mix of annoyance and disbelief. The room held its breath, the silence pregnant with unspoken truths and a brewing storm. 

“Why don’t you make me? Oh wait, your boyfriend already did,” Hayley taunted, her words cutting through the air like a dagger. The girl, undeterred, merely smirked in response, relishing in the chaos she had ignited. Klaus, ever the provocateur, observed with a knowing glint in his eyes. Y/N, her mind racing to make sense of the cryptic words, couldn’t shake the feeling that the storm within was just beginning. 

Haunted by Hayley’s words, Y/N stormed off to the family library, seeking solace among the ancient books that lined the shelves. The soft glow of lamplight illuminated the room as Y/N found Elijah engrossed in a tome, seemingly unaware of the turmoil outside. Without preamble, Y/N confronted Elijah, her eyes searching for answers that his gaze initially avoided. “What is Hayley talking about?” she demanded, her voice a mix of hurt and frustration. Elijah, attempting to maintain his composure, closed the book with measured calmness. 

“It’s not what you think,” Elijah began, choosing his words carefully. Y/N’s eyes, filled with hurt and suspicion, bore into him. Elijah, a master of control, tried to downplay the situation, insisting that the indiscretion occurred during the early stages of their relationship. 

Y/N, however, was not appeased. Her emotions, a tempest within, erupted into a torrent of questions and accusations. “Don’t brush this off, Elijah! I deserve the truth,” she exclaimed, her voice breaking with a vulnerability that Elijah had seldom witnessed. 

As the library walls absorbed their heated exchange, the room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of betrayal hanging in the air. Elijah’s attempts to placate Y/N fell short, and the realization that the firm foundation of their relationship was fracturing slowly intensified the emotional turmoil within the library’s silent confines. The echoes of Y/N’s confrontation with Elijah resonated through the Mikaelson mansion as the library door swung closed as she stormed out of the room, unable to be in his presence any longer. The confrontation, however, was far from over. 

The tension lingered in the air as Y/N, fueled by a mix of disbelief and anger, retreated to the family room. Elijah followed, his attempts to pacify her met with a wall of resistance. Y/N, unwilling to let the betrayal slide, demanded accountability, her voice rising with each passing moment. Once in the family room, the air crackled with the intensity of their argument. Klaus, drawn by the escalating commotion, appeared in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. He recognized the signs of a lover’s spat on the verge of unraveling, and with a subtle nod, acknowledged that action was needed. 

Y/N’s accusations grew louder, her pain transforming into fiery anger. Elijah, usually composed, struggled to maintain his facade in the face of Y/N’s justified rage. The room became a battleground of conflicting emotions, everyone’s reaction teetering on the edge of a precipice. 

Klaus, no stranger to familial discord, stepped forward, intervening in the chaos. “Elijah, you cannot dismiss this. Why don’t you just apologize and accept the consequences of your actions,” Klaus’s voice rang through the room, his eyes fixed on his older brother with an unwavering intensity. 

Elijah, resistant to airing his dirty laundry, met Klaus’s gaze with defiance. He stood firmly in place and glared at his younger brother who dared to call him out on his not so insignificant mistake. Even with Y/N’s demand for honesty and Klaus’s insistence for acknowledgment, Elijah remained the perfect picture of poise and silence. 

The two brothers locked eyes, the air thick with tension. Klaus, known for his unyielding honesty, refused to let Elijah evade the repercussions of his betrayal. “Do not pretend this is insignificant. You’ve wounded more than just Y/N’s trust,” Klaus asserted, his words cutting through the emotional haze. 

“Why yes Niklaus, please turn this to you. Exactly how have I managed to wrong you here?” The older original questioned, sarcasm dripping from every word uttered. 

Without a retort ready, Klaus huffed in silence. Elijah, torn between defending his actions and facing the reality of the situation, hesitated. Y/N, a silent observer in the middle of the room, watched as the brothers clashed, her gaze shifting between them. The family room that was normally a sanctuary, now bore witness to the unraveling bonds. Y/N watched as her world crumbled, the man she grew to know and love was not the same one standing before her now, stubborn to console her. She knew the foundations of trust between them was now shattered and the fractured cracks of her relationship were getting deeper. 

Coming to no explanation or resolution, the night concluded with tensions at an all-time high, leaving Y/N and Elijah on unstable ground, the echoes of their argument reverberating through the house. Hayley, the instigator of the chaos, reveled in the drama she had ignited. Her smirk widening as the chaos she initiated reached its zenith. And Klaus, the unforeseen knight for Y/N. 

The aftermath of the explosive confrontation left the Mikaelson mansion draped in an unsettling silence. Y/N, emotionally bruised and seeking refuge, retreated to the confines of her room. The weight of betrayal, a heavy burden on her shoulders, pressed down as she grappled with the shattered pieces of her relationship with Elijah. The home, once a sanctuary for him and her, now seemed foreign as Y/N navigated the emotional wreckage alone. Elijah’s betrayal echoed in her mind, his attempts at justification ringing hollow. The flickering candlelight in her windowsill cast shadows on tear-stained cheeks as Y/N succumbed to the pain that had taken residence in her heart. 

Klaus, ever perceptive, had sensed Y/N’s anguish. In a moment of unspoken understanding, he became a surprising source of solace. He approached with a genuine concern, acknowledging the pain that Y/N bore. They began to share moments of quiet vulnerability, forming an unlikely bond in the wake of the upheaval. In the hushed conversations and shared glances, Y/N found a temporary escape from the chaos that surrounded her. Klaus, offering a sympathetic ear and a genuine understanding of betrayal, became an unexpected anchor. The emotional turmoil within her created an atmosphere of uncertainty, leaving Y/N torn between the shards of a possibly unmendable relationship and the newfound connection with Klaus. 

As Klaus and Y/N’s connection deepened in the wake of it all, Elijah’s ever watchful eyes couldn't escape the pangs of jealousy that gnawed at him. The realization that Y/N sought solace in Klaus’s company stirred an unsettling emotion within him, a sentiment he hadn’t expected to confront. He was torn between pride and the undeniable truth of his own mistakes, struggling to reconcile. The flicker of jealousy, usually masked by his stoic demeanor, now danced in his eyes whenever he witnessed Klaus and Y/N together. Unspoken tension lingered in the air, each stolen glance and shared moment adding fuel to the fire of Elijah’s inner turmoil. 

Yet, when confronted by Klaus about the brewing jealousy, Elijah brushed it off with a dismissive wave. ‘She is free to seek comfort where she wishes’ he would claim, masking his true emotions beneath a façade of indifference. Klaus, however, saw through the veneer, recognizing the complexities that Elijah refused to acknowledge. 

Days after Hayley’s uncaring revelation and Elijah’s denial, Klaus and Y/N found themselves drawn together in the moonlit courtyard of the compound, seeking solace in the quiet refuge of the Mikaelson mansion. They had left the house for the night, Y/N couldn’t handle being within the same walls as Elijah. Seated on the window ledge, the soft glow of the night seemed to soften Klaus’s typically composed exterior. 

Klaus, his eyes reflecting an uncommon tenderness, broke the silence, “Y/N, you carry the weight of betrayal with such grace. It’s a testament to your strength and resilience.” His words held an unspoken admiration for the woman before him. There was something about her that turned him into a poet. A man he once was over nine hundred centuries ago. 

Y/N, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and confusion, met Klaus’s gaze. “I thought what we had was real, Klaus. I believed in us,” she admitted, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. 

Klaus, seizing the opportunity to express his sentiments, reached out to gently cup Y/N’s cheek. “Swee Y/N, sometimes, we place our trust in the wrong hands. But I’ve seen your strength in the face of adversity, and it speaks volumes about the remarkable person you are.” Their conversation unfolded like a delicate dance of shared confessions. Klaus, choosing his words with deliberate care, hinted at a depth of feeling that lingered beneath the surface. “You deserve more than a love tainted by betrayal,” he remarked, his gaze unwavering. “Perhaps, in the most unexpected places, we find the connections that truly matter.” 

They settled into a comfortable silence; Klaus admired her whilst Y/N’s mind raced with thoughts of her relationship. As the night went on, Klaus subtly contrasted the qualities of Y/N with a touch of criticism toward his brother. “My brother, blinded by his own ideals, fails to recognize the gem he has in you,” he confessed, his voice breaking their silence momentarily as it carried a hint of envy. “But my dear, your resilience shines brighter than any illusion of nobility.” 

Their connection was slowly blooming, much to Y/N unawareness and Klaus’s hopefulness in the quiet of the courtyard, the moonlight casting a spell on the burgeoning emotions between them. Meanwhile in the aftermath of the tumult, Elijah found himself drowning in a sea of emotions. The growing connection between Y/N and Klaus weighed heavily on him, stirring a jealousy that clawed at the edges of his usually composed facade. He had snuck away to follow them, curious to know what they needed to speak about that could not be mentioned in their home. He stood below the balcony, privy to every word shared between his girlfriend, if he should even still address her as such, and his younger brother. The two didn’t speak further, only remained in each other’s presence in a comforting silence. Elijah retreated back home, a plan hatching in his intellectual mind. 

One evening, Elijah sought Y/N in her dimly lit bedroom, desperation etched on his face. He knocked gently and was met with a small voice granting him entrance. “Y/N, please,” he implored, his voice laced with regret. “I never meant for things to unfold this way. I need you to understand, to forgive me.” 

Y/N, her eyes still raw from the pain of betrayal, met Elijah’s gaze. She was sitting on her bed, typing away at her laptop. “You broke us, Elijah. Trust shattered is not easily fixed,” she responded, her voice a mix of anguish and disappointment. 

Elijah, usually the epitome of control, crumbled under the weight of Y/N’s words. “I beg you, forgive my transgressions. I cannot bear the thought of losing you,” he pleaded, a vulnerability in his eyes that Y/N had never seen before. He stood by the foot of her bed and quickly dropped to his knees. 

As Elijah bared his soul, Y/N felt the tugs of conflicting emotions. The man before her was not just the one who betrayed her trust, but the one who had once been the keeper of her heart. The room was a silent witness to their emotional turmoil, it became the stage for a gut-wrenching plea for forgiveness. Y/N sighed and placed her laptop aside, looking for a semblance of dishonesty, it was then that she noticed his disheveled state. She didn’t have any words for him, she thought she would by now. It had been almost a week and still, her mind came up blank each time she thought of confronting him again. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on you. She thought and resumed her click clacking on her laptop. Elijah stayed on his knees, watching her dismiss him without uttering even a breath. He stood up and slowly made his way out of her room, taking one last glance at her then he closed the door. 

In another corner of the mansion, Elijah sought out Hayley, his composure somewhat regained. He found her in the library surprisingly, perhaps she should pick up a book on the art of tact. No greeting necessary, he cleared his throat and looked squarely at her. “Whatever happened between us will never happen again. It was a mistake,” he declared, the coolness in his tone a stark contrast to the emotional plea he had made to Y/N. 

Hayley, upset and feeling the sting of rejection, lashed out, “Whatever games you’re playing Elijah, I won’t be part of it. Don’t think you can dismiss our connection so easily.” 

Elijah, unyielding in his resolve, replied assertively, “Do not mince my words Hayley. You were a mistake and I’d be damned to repeat it. Accept it and move forward.”

The girl scowled, her eyes bore into his. “What the hell do you even see in her? You don’t need to pretend with me, we both know that night was unforgettable.” 

“Was it now because I seem to have forgotten.” He retorted with a slight smirk. 

Hayley huffs and shakes her head. She knew he was teasing her but no matter, she’d find a way to remind him and what better moment than now. “We practically tore each other’s clothes off. I was in a navy linge—” 

“Oh come now, I’m a gentleman.” He quickly interrupted her, uninterested to hear the rest. “But I’ll take your word for it. Something tells me you look far better in the dark where you remain unrecognizable and quite forgettable.” The girl’s mouth hung open, appalled at his gall and rendered speechless. With that, the noble gentleman sauntered away. 

After Elijah’s heartfelt plea, Y/N remained in the solitude of her room. The memories of their shared love, now tainted by betrayal, haunted her thoughts. Klaus, sensing her distress, sought her out in the quiet corridors leading to her. With a soft knock, he entered and stood quietly in her room for a moment. 

Y/N raised her head, her eyes still clouded with tears, and met Klaus’s gaze. “I never expected to find solace in your company,” she admitted quietly, a vulnerable confession escaping her lips. 

Klaus, his eyes revealing a depth of emotion, responded, “Sometimes, the heart seeks refuge where it’s least expected.” He took a seat on the edge of her bed, unsure of whether to inch closer or not. As they shared a quiet moment, Klaus’s words hinted at a profound understanding. “You’re navigating a storm of emotions, Y/N. But remember, strength is often born from the most painful of struggles,” he whispered, his voice a comforting melody in the midst of the chaos.

Y/N was caught between forgiveness and moving on, facing the daunting task of reconciling her heart’s conflicting desires. Klaus’s comforting presence offered a glimmer of hope, Elijah’s…didn’t. Amid the echoes of discord, Y/N approached Elijah in his bedroom after several hours of deliberation, her eyes revealing the fight within. “We need time, Elijah. A break to reassess what we want,” she murmured, the weight of her decision hanging in the air. Elijah, though reluctant, nodded in understanding, realizing the gravity of their situation. If he could run back in time and alter his words, he’d be gone in an instant to mend it all. 

In the shadows, Klaus listened in keenly then quickly sped away. As Y/N and Elijah took a step back to work on their fractured relationship, Klaus lingered in the periphery, his feelings urging him on. He later found Y/N in the kitchen, eating her feelings away. His gaze reflected a mixture of empathy and an unspoken yearning. “If you ever need someone to lean on, Y/N, I’ll be here,” he offered, the sincerity in his voice cutting through the emotional haze. 

Hayley, still quite bitter and determined, approached Elijah who had sought to return to his office for some much needed distraction. The girl was nothing if not tenacious. “I’m not giving up on us, Elijah,” she declared, her tone a challenge that hung in the air. She stood in the office’s doorway, watching him as he ignored her. 

Elijah waved a dismissive hand without sparing her even a glance and calmly said, void of any emotion, “Close my door behind you.” 

It was all a labyrinth of half resolved emotions. The fate of the Mikaelson brothers hung in the balance, with Y/N’s heart serving as the compass for the intricate dynamics that would shape their destiny.

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Across the Room

Pedro Pascal x Reader

A/N: I was asked to write a fic based off this gif... so here ya go. Enjoy.

Warnings: Light smut (oral F receiving) 18+ ONLY | Minors DNI

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You didn’t want to be here; not at some fancy party with a bunch of “fancy” people you didn’t know. You would rather have been at home, curled up on your couch with your nose stuck in a book, or even better, relaxing in a hot bath with candles lit, but your friend Veronica (Ronnie for short) had gotten you to come out with her. She had begged, bargained, and even bullied you a little bit. She needed company, she had told you as you got dressed. You had rolled your eyes at her as she went on about only being invited because of a friend of a friend, so she was sure she wouldn’t know anyone there. 

Yeah right, you thought.

But nevertheless you pulled on the dress she had brought for you and followed her out to the waiting car.

Now here you were, dressed up and in shoes that pinched your feet, causing you to shift from foot to foot ever so often. Not wanting to mingle, you chose a spot near the wall, where you could just watch the crowd of people milling around talking and dancing to the music. And Ronnie, who had claimed she wouldn’t know anyone there, moved between each cluster, mingling.  

At least she is having fun, you thought as you heaved a sigh and took another sip of your drink, she was in her element: being surrounded by people. You, on the other hand, had been ready to go as soon as you had stepped out of the car. 

When she looked over at you and jerked her head to try to get you to join her, you just frowned slightly and shook your head. She decided then to head over to you, which prompted you to roll your eyes at her.

“Don’t give me that attitude, Y/N!”

“I don’t have an attitude,” you argued.

“You do,” she said. “Why are you still standing here?”

“I told you I didn’t want to come! These are your friends, not mine!”

“Listen, all I'm saying is that you look too good to just stand against the wall here all night. I made sure of that.”

You looked down at the dress she had had you put on. It was gold and white, sleeveless and - something Ronnie made sure of - fitted to your body to perfection. You had to admit (reluctantly and to yourself, of course) that you looked good.

But you wanted to be stubborn. “It absolutely means that!”

“Y/N!”

“Veronica!”

It was her turn to roll her eyes at you, as she let out a sigh of frustration “So what are you just gonna stand here all night?”

You shrugged. “Maybe.” 

“Hmph,” Ronnie grunted. “Well, I've seen a lot of people eyeing you.”

“No,” you said in disbelief.

“Yep, like that man over there at the bar,” she said, and nodded in that direction. You followed her gaze and when your eyes met his, you felt your heart leap.

“So, again I ask, are you just gonna stand here?”

ACROSS THE ROOM

As Pedro stood at the bar waiting for his drink, he sighed to himself. Another boring ass party. He didn’t know why he kept coming to these things. Because you were bored, he told himself. At least the drinks were free and he planned to take full advantage of that.

Once he got his drink, he thanked the bartender and turned to look out over the crowd of people there. He smiled and nodded to a few people he vaguely knew but couldn’t quite place. He headed out into the crowd and chatted to a few people for a few minutes, although he couldn’t exactly remember their names, before heading back over to the bar to freshen up his drink. As he was waiting on the bartender he scanned the crowded room for the host, all the while thinking of a viable excuse to give them to leave early. This party was a bust as far as he was concerned. 

He got his fresh drink and took a sip, still scanning the crowd, when something caught his eye. He stopped and took a good look. He saw you standing there in deep conversation with your friend. The gold in your dress seemed to make you glow in the lights. He noticed your friend nod in his direction and then you looked over at him. 

Once your eyes met, everything around him seemed to slow down. He couldn’t hear the conversations around him; there was a rushing sound in his ears. He felt his heart skip a beat.  If he hadn’t known better he would have thought he was having some sort of attack. He was rooted to the spot, unable to take his eyes off of you. 

Something deep, and urgent took hold of him.

Back on your side of the room, you could barely hear what Veronica was saying to you.

“Hellooo, earth to Y/N!” Veronica waved her hand in front of your face. “Are you even listening to me?”

You jerked your head away from the man at the bar. “Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. What were you saying?”

She laughed. “Damn, you weren’t even paying attention to me.”

“Yes, I was.”

“No, you weren’t. You were too busy drooling over that guy at the bar.”

“I wasn’t drooling,” you said, turning to look at the bar again.

“Anyway,” Veronica said, grabbing your hand to make you look at her. “As I was saying: are you gonna stand here all night?”

You shook your head slowly. “Nah, I’m not,” you said, grabbing your drink and shaking your hand from her grip. You took one more look at the man who was still staring at you, and headed to the doors that lead outside to the terrace. Something about the way he looked at you, his gaze, made you feel… not, exactly uncomfortable, but unsettled. 

Pedro’s eyes followed you as you took one more look at him before grabbing your drink and heading to the doors leading outside. He downed his drink, before ordering another, and quickly drank that one too; then he found himself heading over to you, pushing through the crowd. He was filled with a nervous, but oddly determined energy. 

Before you could push the doors open to head outside, he caught up with you. 

“Excuse me…”

He reached out and grabbed your arm. Normally, a strange man grabbing you would have caused you to make a scene, but as soon as his hand made contact with your skin, you felt a rush of heat flood your body. You stopped and turned to him, your eyes locking onto his. They were a gorgeous, sweet dark brown, reminding you of warm coffee, which made your breath hitch in your throat.

You cleared your throat. “Yes?”

The both of you stood there, unsure of what to say, but totally captivated by each other. You felt his hand slide down your arm to your hand. Before you knew what was happening, you felt him pull you back near the center of the floor. You barely registered the music that was playing as you felt him rest his other hand on your waist; you took your free hand and placed it on his shoulder as you both began to sway to the music. 

Neither of you said anything, but you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. It felt as if no one else was there; it was just the two of you in your own little world. No words were needed. It was just  the heat and electricity passing between you. You never wanted to let go, to let this moment end. Right then, you were in your own personal heaven. You and this complete stranger, who somehow felt like someone you’d known forever. All you could focus on was the feel of his hands: one in yours, the other on your waist; and you began to wonder how those hands would feel touching you in other places.

Somehow, sometime, between songs, you had stopped dancing, tugged on his hand, and led him outside to the terrace. The fresh air cleared your mind, but only slightly. He still had your hand in his and he pulled you away from the cluster of people that were out there. You stopped around a corner, eyeing each other. You smiled shyly under his gaze which caused him to grin. You felt your breath hitch again, his smile seemed to light up the darkened corner you were in. 

“So…” he began, his voice, even with that one whispered word, sent shivers down your body. 

“Yeah…” you whispered back.

You don’t know what came over you, but before he could open his mouth to say another word, you had grabbed him and pulled him close. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. All you could think about was him and what you so desperately wanted, needed, to do with him. Your hands slid up his strong arms, to his broad shoulders, before tangling in his hair. Your fingers tugging slightly on the dark chestnut locks. 

With a small grunt, you felt him take a step forward, causing you to bump against the wall. His large hands on your back, sliding down to your hips, before reaching around and grabbing your ass. You let out a small gasp, and he shushed you, before biting you lightly on your neck. You have to bite down on your lower lip to stop another, louder gasp escaping your lips. You had to settle for grinding against him, wanting him more and more.

He bunched up your dress. It was over your knees before he stopped for a second.

“You sure?”

You nod and let out a single, breathy “Yes.” Looking into his eyes to drive home the point. 

You wanted him, right then, right there. Never before had you felt this. Needing no other reassurances, he pushed your dress up over your hips. He trailed his lips from your neck, down to your exposed cleavage, before sinking to his knees in front of you. You felt him kiss then bite at your stomach, then up one thigh, then the other. When you bucked your hips, you could swear you felt him smirk, before sliding your panties to the side. Then you felt his tongue make contact with your soaking wet core, you had to cover your mouth with your hand, because the sound that would have escaped would have definitely brought attention to you two. 

It was all you can do to keep quiet, as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. Your upper back was flush against the wall, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs as his tongue worked his magic on your pussy. He licked a stripe up your exposed pussy lips before swirling his tongue around your clit. He then began sucking on your sensitive nub, while sliding one finger, then another inside you. Pumping them slowly in and out of your wetness, you hear a soft squelching noise. When did you get this wet? The thought was chased from your mind when you felt him remove his fingers and slip his tongue inside you. 

At the very back of your mind, you were sure someone could hear the light slurping noises he was making, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you could focus on was his hands on your thighs, his head between your legs, and his mouth and tongue alternating between your pussy and clit. And that pressure building in the pit of your stomach. 

You heard yourself let out a slightly audible “Fuck!” when he wrapped his lips around your clit again and started sucking as he curled his fingers deeper inside you, finding that sensitive area deep inside you. Your legs started shaking as you felt that pressure build into a heat that then spread from your core to the tips of your fingers and toes. If he hadn’t been holding you up, you were sure you would have collapsed on the ground. He held you up as you rode out your orgasm. 

When your breathing evened out, you looked down at him, who was smiling at you from under your dress. You smiled back then stuck your hand out to pull him up. He grabbed your hand with a slight wince, he stood up. 

“You okay?” he whispered.

“Fantastic,” you breathed out, before pulling him against you and kissing him deeply again. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue as he slid his into your mouth.

Your hands were close to undoing his pants when you heard someone calling your name.

“Y/N? Y/N where  are you?”

“Shit.” 

“What is it?” he asked you, only half paying attention since his hands were busy pushing your dress back up.

“Someone’s looking for me.”

“Y/N?” It was Ronnie and you could hear her footsteps coming closer to the corner where you were. “Are you out here?”

With a frustrated sigh, he reluctantly pushed himself from you and you both straightened your clothes. Shyly you stepped out of the shadows and around the corner.

“There you are!” Ronnie said, hurrying towards you. “What were you doing back there?”

“I…” you started but didn’t get a chance to finish because she kept talking.

“Listen I saw Jared, I gotta go.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I’m in no mood to be in the same place as him,” she ranted as she grabbed your arm and began pulling you away.

But your feet were rooted to the spot. “Ronnie, slow down. What’s happening?”

“Y/N, didn’t you hear me? Jared is here…”

“I heard that…”

“And I don’t want to be in the same place as him. Now come on!”

“But I…”

“You’ve been wanting to leave all night, so let’s go!”

She gave your arm one harder yank and you stumbled forward. 

“But…” was all you could say as you looked back at the darkened corner. You saw him standing there, leaning against the wall, watching you be pulled away. You gave him an apologetic look before you let yourself be pulled away.

—

A WEEK LATER

“Are you still upset over that guy?” 

You gave your friend a look. “Yes. Yes, I am Veronica!”

“Ouch, okay, I get it. I fucked up. I’m sorry.”

“So you’ve said.”

“Can’t you forgive me?”

“I already have… I just wish you hadn’t pulled me away before I even got his name.”

Ronnie nodded. “Understood… I still can’t believe you did that before even finding out his name, let alone in public. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

You had to admit that it was very out of the ordinary for you. You were more of a wait-til-the-third-date kinda gal. But there was something about him, something you couldn’t shake even still, after a week. You had thought about him everyday (and night) since. The way he had made you felt, was something so unreal, so deep, it still had a grip on you.

Ronnie saw the look on your face, the look you would get lately that meant you were thinking about him. She shook her head. She had never seen you like this before and she wished that she could do something to help you, but she had no idea where to start. 

She led the way down the hall to your office. “So, what do you want to do for lunch?” 

“Hmm? Oh, I don’t know, you decide.”

Ronnie gave you a look and pushed your door open. “Well I was thinking about that place… woah!” 

You looked up at what had caused her to stop talking. There on your desk sat a bouquet of red roses.

“Where did those come from?” she asked you.

“No idea,” you said, as you walked towards your desk. 

 You looked at them and inhaled their sweet perfume. 

“Oh, look at the card,” Ronnie said, and she picked up an envelope and handed it to you.

You opened it and read the short message:

Y/N,

I hope the flowers are a nice surprise. I have to say I had quite a difficult time finding you since you didn’t give me your name, but luckily I heard your friend say it. I did some asking around through the host, and found you through a friend of a friend. I’m hoping that this doesn’t come off as creepy, but I had to find a way to get in contact with you and hopefully see you again. The way you made me feel was something I never felt before. 

So, how about dinner Friday at Gino’s at 6? If you don’t come I’ll understand, but I hope to see you.

-Pedro

“Pedro,” you whispered, as you looked up at Ronnie. “That’s his name.”

“These are from him? Oh my goodness! The man’s got taste,” Ronnie said, glancing at the flowers again with approval. “So what did the note say?”

“He found me through a friend of a friend and wants to meet for dinner on Friday at six.”

“I take it from the look on your face, you’re gonna go.”

All you could do was nod, smile, and sniff at your roses again.

—

Friday after work, you rushed home to change. Your boss had decided to hold a last minute meeting and you were running late. You cursed as you ran back out to your car after a quick shower and change of clothes. It was 5:53 when you got in your car and Gino’s was at least 20 minutes from your place. 

As you drove as fast as the law allowed, you prayed to every single god you had ever heard of to please let Pedro still be there at the restaurant when you got there. You pulled up to the place and spent five minutes driving around to find a spot. Once you got one, you hopped out of your car, straightening your dress and patting at your hair. You glanced down at your phone. It was almost twenty after six. 

“Shit!” you said as you walked as fast as your heels would allow you to the entrance up to the hostess’s stand. 

—

Pedro sat there at his table, silently cursing himself, of course the roses were too much. He probably scared you off. He looked down at the time. 6:16. Maybe you weren’t coming. He pushed his chair back with a sigh and was about to get up, when he took one last glance at the door. 

He saw you rush up to the hostess’s stand. Once again he froze as he felt his heart skip a beat. All conversation around him seemed to go quiet as he heard that rushing sound in his ears again. He couldn’t help but smile while watching you presumably tell the hostess you were looking for him. He stood as she led you to him.

“Thank you,” you said softly to her.

Pedro made his way over to your side of the table and held out your chair for you to sit.

Once he sat back down, the two of you just stared at each other for what seemed like hours, just drinking each other in.

You broke the silence first. “Sorry I was late. Meeting at work ran long.”

“Think nothing of it.”

“I’m glad you’re still here, I thought I had missed you.”

“I didn’t think you’d come,” he confessed.

“There’s nowhere else I'd rather be,” you told him, which caused him to smile, lighting up his face, and, you could swear, the area around you.

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[hxney-lemcn]

The Fall — Connor x gn! demi! reader

summery: Connor asks a personal question which leads to reader explaining their sexual orientation. Which ends up in a confession and fluffiness.

tw: anxiety attack, mentions of being invalidated

a/n: Super self indulgent. I may be aroace but I will live in this fantasy as long as I want.

wc: 1.5k

Master List

I felt frustrated. Oh so frustrated. I typically would spend my spare time reading. No, not reading novels or books like I probably should. It was kind of embarrassing to admit, but yes. I read fanfic. It’s not a crime, okay. But recently, I couldn’t pay attention to it, my mind drifting off to someone else instead. Every time too. I would be reading about my favorite characters and then think about him instead. Which led me to stare at my phone when I had free time and come up with scenarios that would potentially befall us. Not only did it waste my phone battery, but it also makes me look dumb just staring at nothing. 

I found myself in a similar situation at the moment. The t.v. droned on, some video or show, I wasn’t completely sure. I let out a small huff, tossing my phone gently onto my stomach. I turned my gaze to Connor, who happened to already be staring at me. 

Connor invited me out to Hank's house today. Just to hang out. I accepted, deeming that I need to socialize with people more…and maybe because that meant I could hang out with Connor. Hank was off who knows where, telling Sumo to watch over us. Which led us to sit on the couch and watch something. I was curled into one side of the couch, a light blanket keeping me warm.

“May I ask a personal question?” Connor asked, head tilting to the side in that cute puppy-like manner. 

“Shoot,” I replied, putting my full attention on him. 

“Have you ever been in a romantic relationship?” He asked, curious brown eyes boring into me. 

A range of emotions washed over me. Nervousness as to the implications this could mean, but also nervousness to what I was going to have to explain. I’m demiromantic, which meant that I had to get to know a person real well before even thinking about entering a romantic relationship with them. But I never really liked anyone like that for years…until now. 

Which meant that I had little to no experience when it came to dating. And I honestly believed that it would stay that way. Which I didn’t mind, don’t get me wrong. I was content on my own with my pets…but I always wanted something more with someone. To be special to someone. Which led me to reading fanfic. 

“No,” I replied hesitantly. 

Connor’s brows furrowed, a slight frown settled on his lips, “I don’t understand.”

I frowned in confusion as well, “What don’t you get?” His stare moved back to me and it was intense, some feeling I couldn’t put my finger on was swimming through his eyes.

“How someone as amazing as you haven’t found anyone yet,” Connor stated. 

I felt my heart rate accelerate and I tried to hide how flustered that statement made me, but I also knew he could scan me and find out without me even realizing. How could he say something like that so unabashed? He thinks I’m amazing? Does that mean he admires me? God, the thought alone made me feel all warm and fuzzy. 

“It’s…hard to explain,” I shrugged, looking towards the t.v. only to notice it was shut off. Connor stayed silent, eyes pleading for me to continue. I let out a small sigh, ready to fall into the usual spiel, “I’m demiromantic. I need to get to know someone real well before even thinking about anything more than friends, and the people I start to like never really saw me as anything more than a friend so I’ve never dated or anything.”

“How long does it take for you to gain these romantic interests? If I may ask,” Connor asked, his body moving closer in curiosity. 

Once again I just shrugged, trying to not think about how surprisingly quick I found myself falling for the handsome android sitting next to me. It still took longer than what the media portrays, at least a month, but that was quick for me. 

“It depends,” I finally answered. “I haven’t been interested in many people, I could probably count the amount on one hand.” I let out a small chuckle at the thought. “Why do you ask?”

My eyes were drawn to Connor’s led as it spun yellow. It even blinked red for a second and I grew concerned. Did…was he going to invalidate me somehow? Tell me I’m just trying to label myself and that what I felt was normal? It’s happened more than I’d like to think, but I trusted Connor, so if he said anything like that I wasn’t sure what I’d do. 

“I don’t wish to make you uncomfortable,” Connor finally managed to speak out. I moved to sit more upright, scooting closer to him. I gently placed a hand on his shoulder, and he seemed to relax a bit under me, the artificial muscles moving under my hand. 

“I trust you, Connor,” I spoke up. “I know if something comes out wrong you don’t mean it in a bad way.” 

“That’s not,” Connor huffed, shaking his head. My eyes fell onto that small piece of hair on his forehead, but I ignored the urge to push it back into place. His led once again blipped red before settling on yellow. “You produce these feelings inside of me, things I haven’t felt around anyone else. Hank has made some comments…and I believe this feeling is love, or strong attraction at the very least, but with this newfound information…”

Connor’s concerned, fearful look along with all the words he just spoke put my brain in overdrive. What? He…no. No…I…do I like him like that? I mean, yes I’m attracted to him, and yes, the idea of being in a relationship with him makes my heart pound faster. 

I pulled my hand away from him, scooting away slightly. I clenched my fists against my knees, staring down at the carpet floor like it would give me all the answers. I barely recognized his honeyed voice call my name in concern. I didn’t notice how his led settled on a deep red. I was too wrapped up in my own feelings, suddenly overwhelmed by everything. 

Scared, I was scared. Isn’t this what I wanted? Someone to like me? But was I in love with the idea of that? Or did I actually like Connor? I don’t want to start a relationship with the wrong intentions. Connor doesn’t deserve to be hurt. But I really really like him. Yeah, I like him. As a person. I like spending time with him. I like talking with him, I like helping him with his still newfound deviancy. 

Oh god, what if he only liked me because I was the first person to be kind to him? No, no it’s not my place to question his feelings. It’s all new to him as well. This is new to both of us…the thought alone made me relax a bit. I took a deep breath, and then another. Would it hurt to just try out a relationship? It’s Connor after all, and if it doesn’t work I don’t think it’d end too terribly…

With one last deep breath, I opened my eyes, feeling a lot calmer than I did a few seconds ago. I felt guilty as Connor fidgeted with his quarter, led bright red, eyes searching for something in mine. 

“Sorry,” I apologized nervously. “I…just got a bit overwhelmed.” Connor looked scared, he opened his mouth, but closed it. He seemed afraid he’d say something wrong. 

“Like I said, I’ve never been in a romantic relationship,” I explained. “And…I guess I kinda thought I’d never get a chance. So you saying that you…” The word felt heavy as it sat on my tongue. “...are strongly attracted to me…I guess it kinda scared me. I’ve never dealt with this before, and didn’t think I’d have to. Not that it’s bad or anything! Because I like you too, I’m just…scared.”

Connors led spun yellow, processing what I had just said. Finally it settled on a serene blue, his face morphed from fear, to relief, to settling on pure joy.

“I also don’t have experience in this field,” Connor replied. “I was built with a social programme, but it didn’t include anything to do with romantic human relations. I would like to learn with you.” 

Heat simmered through me, heart beating faster and I felt inexplicably happy. So happy, I had no idea what to do with this newfound energy bursting through me. I stared at Connor, his cute freckles, deep brown eyes, perfect eyebrows, full lips, to that damned piece of hair still out of place. It was hard to believe someone who looked so perfect would want to be with me. 

Trying to calm myself from doing something I’d regret, I lifted my hand up and brushed that piece of hair up and into place. Connor closed his eyes, tilting his head closer to my hand. I couldn’t help but marvel at how soft his hair felt. 

Continuing to brush his hair gently, I finally replied, “I wouldn’t want to learn with anyone else.”

Connor opened his eyes, his smile seeming to split at the seams. My heartrate spiked once more as I finally could put a word to the look in his eyes when he looked at me. Love.

[alexsoenomel]

Adrenalize Me (Sam Winchester x Reader smut)

Summary: You have a lustful sinful thing for Sam and well so does he so stuff happens 

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: rough sex, degrading king, praising kink (I’m going to hell)

Word count: 3403

Note: I wrote this while I was sexually frustrated lol based on THIS song.  Enjoy! Like/Reblog or both if you like it! :)

I wanted him to show me exactly what he was capable of. I wanted him to take me right there in the library and fuck my brains out. Sadly, he wasn’t a mind reader so I had to find a way to tell him in a subtle way what I wanted; HIM NAKED IN VARIOUS POSITIONS. I have known him and his older brother for years, ever since I started hunting with them after my family was killed by a demon. I was very aware they were both blessed with good looks, but damn I couldn’t predict that I will eventually fall for Sam fucking Winchester. I wasn’t thinking about love, hell I have never been in love, it was lust running through my veins. I just knew I wanted him close to me.  

Ever since I started hunting with the Winchesters few years ago, Sam was the one occupying my mind 24/7. Why? Well, lean, tall, strong and smart Sam was a hunk for sure, and pleasure for my eyes, but there was also one thing when added to the mix created chaos in my head. One night at around 2am while we were in Milwaukee working on a case ,Dean was out drinking and probably trying to get laid and I was in my room sleeping, before I was woken up by the noise and banging in Sam’s room next door. Walls in this motel were pretty thin and I don’t think Sam thought this one out.

“What the fuck?” I mumbled to myself as I turned on the night light. I could hear the girl, loud as day, screaming and moaning Sam’s name over and over again while the bed was banging against the wall which separated our rooms. It was like he did this on purpose, wanting me to hear them.  

That was when Sam had poured gasoline all over me and started the damn fire. I tried not to listen, I tried to go back to sleep but curiosity go the best of me. Instead I was lying in bed, listening carefully as he was pounding into her and I must say it was so fucking hot. Who knew he was so rough and violent in the sack, he was moaning, cussing and groaning, sending me into a fucking trance. I have been with fair share of guys and I’ve never really gotten what I wanted from them. They would treat me like I’m some sort of a glass doll, broken princess, they would always go slow; and I didn’t want that. It was boring to me, I have never been interested in vanilla stuff, I was more of a fuck me until my face falls off kind of girl. Naturally when I heard Sam through the thin wall call that lucky girl whore followed by good girl I completely lost it. My panties were soaked as I shoved two fingers inside of me, pumping in and out as fast as I could, listening to what probably was the hottest music my ears had the pleasure to hear. That night I saw stars as I had the most amazing orgasm. That night I figured out what I needed- Sam Winchester. I imagined that girl saw whole galaxies that night. I knew I had to do something, especially when I haven’t had luck in the sack department for months now.

***

   We were in the library trying to find us a case and I was losing my mind. I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than Sam. He was wearing his red and black flannel, with sleeves rolled up; showing off hands and veins......GOD FUCKING DAMN IT. I clenched my thighs as I was trying to stop myself from staring too much. He was looking something up on his laptop while Dean and I were balls deep in books and documents. Well Dean was...

“I think I found us a case. Milwaukee, five found dead in the woods, hearts missing.” Sam said.

“Milwaukee? Oh memories.” 

“Werewolfs.” Dean said.

“You guys wanna go?”

“I’m in and I think Sammy here is too, considering the fact his lady friend is from Milwaukee.”What Dean said and with a damn smirk made my heart drop and my body as stiff as a statue. I thought Dean didn’t know about her. I faked a smile and turned to Sam who was kind of blushing. What if they were more than one night stand?  “A lady friend Sammy?” I asked pretending to be completely oblivious. 

“Uh...that was one time Dean. And how do you even know about her?” He said to his little brother clearly annoyed. “Yeah...some random girl I met in a bar after a case. “ He added but not looking at me at all.

“Well, you see, that night I went to a bar hoping, like you, to get lucky. I got back drunk and with no luck and the wall was thin so...even drunk I could still hear you. I’m surprised you didn’t hear them too (Y/N), that chick was mad loud I had to cover my face with a pillow. Gross.” He said giving his brother a clear look of disgust.  

“Oh no, I was in deep state of coma.” I lied.

Sam was clearly uncomfortable. His cheeks turned red as he closed the laptop immediately. “ONE TIME DEAN! I’m gonna go get ready and advise you to do the same.” He then said and went to his room. I didn’t know what to think. It was clearly a meaningless one night stand to him and he clearly wasn’t going to see her again which was awesome...WHY WAS I SO GOD DAMN JEALOUS THEN?  

“Awww you made him blush.” I told Dean smiling a little. As much as I was angry/ jealous, seeing Sam blush like a school girl was adorable.

“It’s because of you.”

“Me?”

“Why me?” I asked.

“He kind of has a thing for you.”

And that ladies and gentlemen was the moment when I went into a deep state of shock. I know I sound overly dramatic, like I’m 15 again, but you know those butterflies you would feel whenever your crush would look at you? Well multiply that by 100 and spread them all over my body because that was what I felt.

“What?”

“You haven’t heard of me, but he kind of does have heart eyes for you.”

“HOW DO YOU KNOW?” I asked in a loud whispered kind of tone.

Why now? And if that was true why did he sleep with that girl few mounts ago? I have never seen him stare nor do anything that would make me think oh, he likes me...

“I’ve seen him stare at you in a way...” He started but stopped himself due to a little wave of cringe; his disgusted face said it all...

“DEAN?”

“He wants to bang your brains out. Trust me.”

As I was about to tell him to stop talking bullshit Sam yelled from his room asking us if we were ready to leave. When we told them no he proceeded to yell back to hurry up because the sooner we leave the better. We left the bunker in about 15 minutes and all I could think about was Dean’s “He wants to bang your brains out.” sentence. I decided I have waited long enough and so the hunt for Sam Winchester has officially begun.

**** 

 While we were on the road I was trying to think of the way to tell him “Hey I kind of heard you bang a girl and now I want you to do the same to me.” Without sounding desperate of course, but then the stupidest idea came to my head. Maybe just send him a text...

I knew it was better for me to wait until we finish the job but my lack of patience couldn’t let that happen. A long drive was ahead of us and if Dean’s observation was true I needed to know....NOW. I took my phone from my pocket...

“I know this is kind of weird but I can’t wait and I want to ask you something without Dean knowing...”

I clicked send. Sam was listening music on his phone so he responded right away.

“Ask.”

Should I be straight forward or....

Yes...

Always being straight forward.

“Dean told me you have a thing for me. Is that true?”

Click.

Sent.

“CRAP.” 

My eyes kept staring at the screen as the bubble showed 3 dots telling me he was still writing... If Dean wasn’t right there were only 2 options you could do:

Bury yourself alive

Kill Dean and then bury yourself alive

“I don’t know how he knows, but I do.”

Dean was right...well then... I was relived I didn’t embarrass myself, my lack of patience hadn’t ruined my mood nor made the situation awkward like it tended to do almost 99% of my whole adult life. 

“He told me you were looking me in a “I want to bang you” kind of way.”

“If I told you I wasn’t, that would be a lie.”

“Jesus, Sammy why didn’t you say anything? And why bang that girl if you want me?”

“Because I didn’t know if you want the same and I have needs...wait, do you?”

“Sam, ever since I have heard you bang that chick I have imagined you in various positions doing the same to me...Yes, you can say I want the same.”

“You heard us?”

“Yeah and to be 100% honest it was the greatest orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“You were touching yourself?”

“I couldn’t help it.”

“So you liked it?”

“Very much.”

 “God, I’m so hard. I want you, NOW.”

I was suddenly feeling a wave of heat rush over my entire body as I gather the strength to respond.

“After we finish this, you can have me...whenever and however you want.”

“And Sam, please don’t let Dean see you with a boner <3.” I then added.

I could hear a chuckle leaving Sam’s mouth as his brother looked at him for a second before turning his gaze on the road again. “What’s so funny?” Sam immediately put his backpack on his lap pretending to look for something until he calmed down.

“Nothing.” He said.

“Is it your lady friend?” Dean said looking at me in the review mirror. I just gave him a blank stare.

“How many times do I have to tell you it was a one night stand, Dean?”

“I took some pictures of you sleeping so I sent it to your brother.” I said.

“Not cool (Y/N).” Dean said as I just ignored him. I started to feel tired so after a while I feel asleep to the sound of Led Zeppelin blasting through the speakers.

****   

   “Hey (Y/N) wake up.” I heard Sam’s voice. “We’re here.”

I slowly opened my eyes only to see Sam smiling. I remembered the texts and immediately had an urge to kiss those beautiful lips of his. But that had to wait... Right now all I wanted to do was take a shower; being stuck in the car for almost 11 hours wasn’t fun at all. We went to the motel and asked one room with three beds and because it was 5pm we decided to wait until the Sun goes down and then go to work. Dean said he was going to take a nap while Sam and I decided to go and eat something. After we both showered (sadly not together to save water) we left leaving Dean snoring under the covers. That man was so adorable while sleeping it was sometimes hard to believe he was able to kill monsters. If a baby rabbit had a gun...that was Dean.

Anyway, when we left my lust for Sam was slowly reaching its climax. I was clenching my thighs again, biting my bottom lip and sweating like I had a damn fever. I was nervous, so naturally when he didn’t stop the car at the diner the nervousness got worse. We haven’t spoken a word; he just drove until there were no more houses or people in sight...just trees, the road and us, parked between them. He unbuckled his seatbelt and lean on his side to look at me as I did the same.

“So, I’m guessing you’re not hungry?” I asked trying to sound confident but in reality I was slowly turning into a pile of goo.

“I am, but for something else.” He said with a smirk stroking my cheek with his thumb. I’ve never actually felt his touch until now, and it was intoxicating to say at least.

“Real Smooth Sammy.”

I could see his pupils were huge as he leaned in and kissed me. “FUCKING FINALLY!”  My mind screamed as I took his face, pulling him closer. He wasn’t shy or gentle; he slid his tongue almost immediately when I opened my mouth. After I couldn’t breathe anymore I broke the kiss and pushed him back to his seat. Then I went and sat on his lap legs between him and facing him. There wasn’t enough room so he went for the lever and pulled it as hard as he could as the seat moved back, making room for both of us.

“So I’m guessing we aren’t going to wait after the hunt?” Sam asked me.

“You’re the one who didn’t stop the car at the diner so you tell me.”

His hand went on my cheek. “I couldn’t help it.”

“I’m glad you couldn’t.”

I kissed him this time, hard, as my hands went in his hair pulling slightly and his went on my hips. I slowly started to grind against him, feeling how hard he already was, making me weak by second. I always had a thing for gridding; maybe it was because you are so close to get what you want yet so far. My pace was slow, taking my time, feeling him but my kisses were fast and hungry. I bit his lower lip, sucked his tongue, driving him crazy... I was trying to tell him not to be gentle with me and I think he had picked that up because when he pulled my hair breaking the kiss, forcing me to look at him, my heart jumped from joy as my pussy got wetter.

“I see you like to play rough.” He whispered into my ear as he bit my earlobe.

“Very.” I responded trying to catch my breath. “Like Dean said I want you to bang my brains out.”

“Never thought of you as someone who likes it rough.”

“Same goes for you; until I heard you bang that girl.” I told his as I cupped his face. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

With a huge ass grin on his face Sam locked the car and started unbuttoning my flannel. Me, feeling like a horny teenager again, kissed him like my life depended on it. It was intoxicating; I became more addicted with each and every kiss... As my shirt went on the floor of the car, with ease Sam took off my bra as well, as his lips attacked my neck. He was kissing, licking and biting along the way, until he reached my left breast and stayed there for few second. His hands were on them squeezing hand while his mouth left a hickie. I threw my head back as my hips were still grinding against him. I was growing impatient, needy even... 

“Take off your shirt.” I said. Sam just unbuttoned two buttons before taking off the flannel and shirt he was wearing underneath it. His body...god his body. It was firm, strong and carved by God himself.

Suddenly he took a good chunk of my hair and pulled, forcing me to look at him yet again. I gasped in surprise. “Happy?”

“Y-yeah.” I managed to say. I was addicted to this.

“You’re such a bad little thing, did anyone tell you that?”

“No.”

“Well, you are and do you know what happens to bad girls?”

“They get punished?” I sounded like a child that was about to get their present for Christmas. God I was desperate.

“Exactly.”

Sam was growing impatient with me and my shenanigans. We talked enough. I stood up and managed somehow to take off my booths and jeans. He didn’t tell me to get in the back seat so I just waited in the passenger seat until he got his jeans and boxers off as well, so I can be on top of him again. As much as I wanted to be under him, to feel his weight and pain in my crotch as he pounds into me, we couldn’t fit in the backseat, this was more comfortable. When he took off his boxers my mouth started to water. He was big, hard and beautiful. I pinned him against his seat, positioning myself and finally sat.

“My God!” I whispered.

“Feels good, huh?”

“So, so good.” I said.

As I was slowly starting to move and speed up the pace, Sam’s hand found my neck slowly tightening his grip to the point where I couldn’t breathe. “Faster.” He demanded. I moaned and did what I’ve been told. My head was occasionally hitting the roof of the car but I didn’t care. He was sending me to the place no man has ever been capable of doing. He wasn’t playing games. As I was jumping on him with my hands on his hand which was around my neck I was moaning and cussing feeling him hitting the G-stop.

“My little slut.” He mumbled. “Do you like being called that?” He asked as his breathing started to speed up. I nodded as much as I could, when his other hand went between my legs to my clit. He was actually trying to kill me.

“If you make a sound I will stop.” He said and started rubbing me with his thumb. Two slow circles later and I was having an urge to scream. I was already feeling my orgasm approaching and keeping my mouth shut was close to impossible, but I managed to do it somehow even when he was rubbing me faster than before. Pretty sure I was going to have a bruised bottom lip for a while, because biting it was the only way to keep my mouth shut.

“Good girl.” He said letting go of my neck. I pulled on his hair and kissed him feeling a smirk on his lips as I was starting to lose control over myself. He pulled me closer and bit my shoulder as I was jumping onto him. It was like he was reading my mind; he knew exactly what to do.

“ Fuck! Sam I’m...I’m close.”

“Don’t you cum until I tell you!!!” He yelled. “HOLY SHIT!” 

“But-but please Sammy! I need it.” I cried out. “I really need it...FUCK!”

In a split second his hand grabbed my chin. His thumb was on my lips before I decided to open my mouth and suck on it. I was a mess, covered in sweat, hair all over my face and trying not to cum. So far I was controlling myself but for how long? I shut my eyes and bit his thumb slightly as he was hitting all the right places over and over again.

“NOW!” He said making me the happiest girl alive. I came all over him, moaning and screaming and after so did Sam. Seeing him in that state cussing and being completely lost in me was beautiful. I stopped moving as my chin went on his shoulder and hands around his neck. We were both panting and not saying a world. I could feel the pain in my shoulder from his bite, pain on my scalp from the pulling and it was fucking awesome. It was the good kind of pain.

“Holy shit!” I finally managed to say.

“Dean’s gonna kill us.” He said.

“I don’t know about you, but I can die happy now.” I said making him laugh.

“We should definitely do this again when we get back home.”

“All day, every day Sammy. Now let’s get back to the motel until Dean wakes up and realizes we took his Baby.” I said.

Turns out we didn’t have to worry, because when we got back to the motel, Dean was still fast asleep.

[l-starlight-l]

Brothers and Books

A/n: this is a female reader one, and it’s on the longer side but I hope it’s still good. A few batboys and Steph pop up.

Warning: light swearing

Description: you get invited to a gala at the Wayne manor but you spend it reading with Jason

Pairings: Jason Todd x fem!reader

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—————————————————————————— One of you favorite things about going over to the Wayne manor is that the library is one of the biggest you’ve ever seen. You could spend years in there and would still have books to read. You and Jason spent a lot of time in there together. Reading was his favorite thing to do, so you made it yours. Most days with him were spent quietly sitting together noses deep in a book. It may sound boring but it made you happy.

Bruce had invited you to one of his famous galas and you happily accepted. Jason talked shit about a lot of people but you never heard him talk bad about Bruce. After everything he had been through you could tell Jason respected Bruce and loved him, even if he would never admit it. “Hey babe, you excited for tonight” you asked as you heard footsteps walk closer to the bathroom where you were getting ready. “Yeah i guess” a deep gloomy voice answered. “You guess?” You asked with worry while coming out of the bathroom, struggling to put an earring on. You walked over to Jason who set a motorcycle helmet on the kitchen counter. He reached over to your face and fixed your earring. “You look amazing love” he said smiling down at you, hand lingering by your cheek. He pulled you face close to his “why don’t we stay here and have a fun night” he seductively whispered against your lips. You pushed him back, “this is the first fancy party I’ve been invited to, there’s no way im missing it” you argued. “so you choose those rich snobs over me, I see how it is” he pouted, acting offended. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your purse and coat. “Yeah I really do, sorry babe” you kissed his cheek and made your way to the door., he whined but followed you out.

When you arrived at the Wayne manor it was packed. You and Jason locked arms and made your way in to find Bruce, who was surrounded by women “He’s such a playboy” Jason said shaking his head. “Seems to run in the family” you said chuckling, Jason put a hand to his chest and gasped “how dare you”. “Excuse me lady’s but I must attend to my son and his lovely partner here” Bruce  announced while parting the sea of ladies in front of him. “Thank you so much for coming” Bruce said while hugging you. “Thank you for inviting us” you said smiling, “shes been talking about it all week” Jason whispered to him. You elbows him lightly, embarrassed. They both laughed and Bruce said “well I hope you two can enjoy yourselves, I’ve got a party to entertain so I’ll be leaving you”. He left and the women swarmed him again. As you were walking away a cat ran in front of you, almost knocking you over. Just as you found your balance a younger boy came running by you pushing you over again. “Todd have you seen a back and white cat” the boy said with urgency. “Watch it demon brat you almost ran her over” Jason said while you fell back. “Your useless” he says while running in the same direction of the cat.  A shorter dark haired man caught you. “You okay miss” he asked looking down at you. “Oh um yeah thank you for catching me” you muttered embarrassed. “anything for such a beautiful women such as your self” the amn said trying to charm you. Jason grabbed you, “she’s taken dick beat it” he said angrily. “Oh calm down dude, I was just being polite” dick said winking at you. “Yeah whatever” Jason muttered pulling you away from him. “Is that your older brother, i don’t think I’ve ever I met him” you questioned. “That’s probably for the best” he said frustrated. You two walked over to the opposite side of the ballroom. “Jesus if we see anymore of my siblings we’re leaving” you giggled and Jason went to grab you guys some drinks. You felt awkward just being by yourself. You looked around for a familiar face and saw Tim also standing by himself. You walked over to him and said hello. “Hey I didn’t know you were gonna be here” he said excited to see you. “this is my first gala, it’s been quite fun so far” you grinned. A blonde boy walked up to him and Tim smiled “hi I’m Bernard Tim’s boyfriend” he declared. you shook his hand and looked over at Tim who was blushing. “Oh well hello, I didn’t knwo Timmy here had a boyfriend”, you looked between them. “You two make a cute pair” you added. You guys talked for a little until Jason came back. The boys left so you and Jason talked for a bit.

Jason noticed that you looked uncomfortable, “what’s wrong” he asked, “oh nothing I’m fine” you brushed him off. “you sure?” He pushed, “You can’t lie to me I’m a detective”. You rolled your eyes “these shoes are hurting my feet” you admitted. “I have an idea” he said with a mischievous smirk. He took your hand and the two of you snuck out of the ball room. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to a very familiar door. “Up for some reading babe?” He asked looking down at you. “always” you replied. he pushed the doors open and set you down on the sofa in the library. You took you heels off and began to search for a book. By the time you found one Jason was already on the couch reading. You crawled up to lay on he chest. He slightly moved his book so you could fit. You two sat there reading for the rest of the gala. After a while you noticed Jason had fallen asleep. You set your book down and cuddled in to him, falling asleep a few minutes later.  A certain blonde vigilante had found you two the next morning and snapped a few pictures. Now Jason would never hear the end of it form his team, although he didn’t mind to much.

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[she-karev]

Pregnant (One Shot Request

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of Two

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

AN: Hey guys I see you liked my last post and I got a one-shot request to do another time skip for Amber and DeLuca. I hope you guys like it and I’m up for one shot requests if you have any. I'll try to post part two by Wednesday.

Summary: Amber gets bored during maternity leave and texts Andrew who comes over.

Words: 1741

October 20, 2022

I sit crisscross on the king bed making a lazy raspberry sound as I flip through the pages of Watchmen. Graphic novels aren’t what I usually read but I got desperate after finishing the whole shelf of books in the study. I’ve read everything from classics like Jane Eyre to new releases like Iron Widow. After that I asked Levi for a recommendation and he immediately dropped off this huge comic book. The art is good, the storyline is surprisingly relevant to society’s political landscape and the characters are interesting. But it has barely kept me from chronic boredom that comes from maternity leave or as I like to call it, maternity prison.

My little sidekick is in her eighth month of gestation and it’s pretty evident to anyone with eyes given how I look like Pluto. If Pluto had boobs and was wearing her husband’s Harvard shirt with gray sweatpants. After the New Year I told Andrew that I was ready for us to start trying to have a baby. The pandemic was over, I was caught up in my residency thanks to Webber and Andrew was finally back in the O.R. as a general surgery attending. The timing couldn’t be better and around March we found out we were pregnant and then a few months later we found out we were having a girl. There was a bump when the residency program shut down for a bit but it restarted with a new batch of interns and me being promoted to Chief Resident.

Unfortunately, that joy was short lived, I had to go on maternity leave about a few weeks later when the exhaustion kicked in at 35 weeks and I’ve been glued to the bed ever since. And to make matters worse Levi was assigned temporary Chief Resident so that was another cloud looming over my head. The only thing that keeps me somewhat sane in this bed is my husband and baby daddy coming home and detailing every step of his surgeries so I don’t become dumb. Which is why I sent an impulsive text that I’m sure will make Andrew angry at me.

I hear running out in the hall and the door bursts open revealing Andrew in his navy scrubs and blue fleece telling me he came straight here the second he got my text. He looks around worried until he finds me criss cross in the middle of the bed looking healthy as a clam despite my text saying 911. I grin at him trying to look innocent so he doesn’t get too mad at me for worrying him because I was bored and needed contact with the outside world.

“Hi honey.” I greet him normally and he looks at me in shock before confusion sets in his face and I explain, “I might have possibly fibbed in my text don’t be mad.”

“You-” Andrew groans frustrated before laying it out, “You texted me 911.”

“I know.” I take a sip of my water bottle as Andrew walks to the edge of the bed staring down at me clearly peeved.

“I came straight here from work because my very pregnant wife texted me 911 and I was afraid she was in labor or bleeding out. But instead, I find her in bed chilling and acting like she didn’t almost give me a heart attack!” I wince at the exclamation, “God Amber what is wrong that you have to scare me like that?”

“I can’t be held accountable.” Andrew scoffs at my excuse and I continue, “I can’t be held accountable for my misguided actions because your baby and me have gone insane from bed rest and boredom. Will it make you feel better if I said sorry for almost scaring you to death?”

Andrew’s face softens slightly, “Well I think the knots in your hair are punishment enough so yes.”

I look in the vanity mirror to my left and see that my normally composed blonde hair is all over the place due to laying on my pillow for 10 hours. I look back and see my husband grinning amused already past his anger and I frown at that, “Yeah that’s right laugh at your pregnant wife who has permanent bed head let’s see how that ends for you.”

I stand on my knees and crawl over to the edge to face Andrew who chuckles while I pout, “Okay in all seriousness is there a logical reason why you texted me 911 when there is nothing emergent?”

“I’m bored out of my freaking mind.” I explain bordering on yelling while Andrew is looking at me affectionately with his bright green eyes, “I’ve been at home for five weeks, five weeks, do you have any idea what that is like?!”

“I have a feeling your gonna tell me.” Andrew puts his hands on my hips to keep me steady.

I hold up Watchmen to prove my point of how bored I am, “I’ve read all the books in our shelves I always say I’m gonna finish, I tried watching Netflix but you know it just makes me miss human contact more and to top it off while I’m shackled to this bed like that lady in Gerald’s Game my husband is at work saving lives and actually making a difference because unlike me he doesn’t have a big bowling ball under his shirt. And I think the baby is bored too and she sent that text because she’s hungry for more of your surgery stories and a reminder that there’s a world outside this bed. She’s very stubborn about what she wants.”

“She takes after her mother.” Andrew quips in amused and I narrow my eyes at him causing him to chuckle, “Look I know it’s hard being cooped up in here but you heard what the OB said bedrest is important and you were reaching your limit. I had to practically carry you out of the on-call room when I found you passed out after your lap chole.” I groan at that memory because it’s when I admitted I was exhausted and ordered to go on leave until after the baby was born, “You were doing the work of eight people it’s not good for your stamina and it would’ve affected the baby too.”

“You don’t know that.” He raises an eyebrow at me and I continue, “I’m like an M1-A1, it’s a tank and it can survive anything and get the job done.” I look down at my huge belly pouting at my changing body, “I mean I’m already as big as a tank right now and my bikini days are getting narrower by the minute.”

“I never really liked bikini’s anyway.” He’s trying to console me again which he always does when I complain about how big I’m getting, “You look way better in that sweater than some tacky string.”

“Stop being nice, you know my hormones make me unpredictable.” I remind him again, “The nicer you are the more it makes me want to choke hold you.”

“In that case you look like a bloated whale.” Andrew jokes and it doesn’t amuse me at all, “Better?”

“Not in the least.” I sigh and wrap my arms around the back of Andrew’s neck and say sweetly, “Just stay here and tell me stories about life on the outside.” I run my fingers through his wavy hair to add effect but it doesn’t work. He looks enticed but he’s gotten stronger against my seductions over the years.

“I can’t, I have a surgery this afternoon.” He steps back to my disappointment, “Plus I gotta help Marsh with the skills lab for the interns while Hunt is in the ER. And as much as I want to, I can’t stay here because your bored or Grey will reprimand me. Find something to do while I’m working so the time will pass by and you won’t be so bored.”

Suddenly a light bulb goes off in my head on how I can keep myself busy, “Your right.”

He exhales in relief and turns to leave, “Thank god I’ll see you tonight, I love you.”

“Oh no I’m coming with you; you’re taking me to work.” I get off the bed, go to our closet and put a black coat over my clothes and slip into my black crocs. I can see Andrew turning to face me again with an annoyed look.

“That is not happening babe.” He tells me bluntly but I don’t listen as I grab my purse, “Okay you and the baby need to listen to me. I am not taking you two to a hospital with the germs and blood and diseases it’s not happening I’m putting my foot down.”

I widen my eyes at that and he emphasizes by crossing his arms against his chest, “I’m just gonna watch from the gallery and catch up with my friends and see if Schmitt is still alive. It’s not like I’m getting a scalpel come on man.”

Andrew stands his ground, “Nope still not happening, if you want new books order on Amazon and get express, I don’t care about the price as long as it keeps you in bed and following doctor’s orders.”

“I’m a doctor, you’re a doctor, our siblings are doctors and all of our friends are doctors. I’m pretty sure we both know what’s safe and not safe for me and the baby too.” I remind him, “A hospital is the best place for me to kill time because if I go into labor, I just have to walk five steps to a bed in OB. Please take me with you, think of it like take your daughter to work day.”

He looks at my belly and back up at me, “I think we’re a little early for that.”

“Take me with you.” I sternly command.

“No.” Andrew says with finality causing me to narrow my eyes at him as he keeps a composed face. I mimic his stance crossing my arms across my chest and glaring at him to assert dominance. Even in my condition I stand as his equal and he knows it, he knows I won’t go down without a fight so he has to do the same. We stand there silently for a few moments, me in my pajamas and him in his scrubs, waiting for one of us to budge.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Monster!AU Kalim Fic: Whistle a Little Tune

Yaaaaay I finished this within two days! That’s a personal record wooooo!!! :D

Man, this was so much fun to write! On another note, it was so sweet as I was writing this that I gave myself a sugar rush. 😂 Hope you guys enjoy the cuteness that was inspired by this post!

@fantasy-dating-sim-trash (since you asked to be tagged once it was done 💖)

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“Are you sure this’ll work, Ace?”

“It’s gotta work, Grim. No one else has been able to get that whistle away from Yuu so far—unless you’ve got any bright ideas?”

“Mrrgh…I just don’t wanna hear that noise anymore. Coach does it enough in PE already!”

It had been a week since Yuu was given a whistle from Coach Vargas to encourage the students during PE classes, and over the last few days the toddler had been using it almost every second of the day. Aside from nods and head shakes, Yuu had completely reverted to using tweets and trills to “communicate” with everyone—not even the staff or the researchers could coax them to go back to using words. Anyone who tried to forcefully take it away was met with a wailing toddler, while trying to sneak it away when they were distracted or napping resulted in Yuu becoming distressed and crying. That left only one option:

Try and bribe the whistle away with something better.

“Okay, here goes nothing.”

“Good luck, Ace!”

“Don’t screw this up!”

Hiding his hands behind his back, Ace smiled as he walked over to where Yuu was lying on the floor. They were whistling a few quiet, airy trills as they focused on their coloring book, Cater—who was on babysitting duty at the moment—was sitting on the couch nearby. The hippogriff noticed Ace’s approach and—knowing what was coming—held up his phone and hit record just as Ace began to say, “Hey, Yuu! I’ve got a surprise for you~! Wanna see?”

Yuu’s eyes went wide and they nodded, immediately sitting up and trilling on their whistle. Fweet! Fu-fwoo-fwee-fuu?

“Okay, but first, how about a little game? Which hand: right, or left?”

Fuuu…fweet!

“Hm? Right hand, huh?” he said, rolling his right shoulder a bit as he followed Yuu’s pointing. “Is that your final answer?” Yuu nodded and trilled again, insistently pointing at his arm again. “Okay! You get…” Pausing for a moment, he swung his hand around and held up the prize as he said, “A cookie! Triple chocolate chip—a Trey specialty~!”

Fweeeee!! Fee-fwee-foo-fweet! Fwee!

“Oh, you really want it huh?”

Fweet!

“Well, if you really want it, I gotta hear you say the word ‘yes’ as loud and clear as you can first. Then I’ll give you the cookie, okay?”

Fuu……FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!

“Gah!?! Right in my ears!!” Ace–who had fallen over with his hands covering his rabbit ears–heaved a heavy sigh as he held out the cookie and said, “Here. It’s yours.”

Fwee-fwoo~!

“Well, that could have gone worse,” Deuce said, watching the toddler claim their prize and run over to climb in Cater’s lap to enjoy their snack. “I don’t think Yuu’s going to give up that whistle so easily though.”

“Ugh…gee, ya think?” came the disgruntled response as Ace sat up. “Anyone else got a bright idea?”

“Maybe we should just leave it be,” Trey said as he walked up to the first years. “Little kids tend to have odd quirks like that, so it’ll be best to just let them get bored on their own and move on to something else.”

Fwoo-oo-ooop~!

“Great…”

“Here, I picked up some earplugs from the shop for some of the others with sensitive hearing…just in case.”

////Later that day////

Twee-foo-fwoo-fweet?

“Oh, uh…here you go,” Epel said, holding out a couple of apple slices to Yuu, who was barely able to see over the table. Instead of accepting them, however, Yuu gave a frown as they shook their head, patting the table and trilling again. “No? Um…what about this chicken tender?” Again, Yuu shook their head with a warbling trill. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you want…”

Fwee! Twee-foo-fwoo-fweet!

“Augh…this is so frustrating,” Ace grumbled. “It’s been a guessing game ever since Yuu’s been using that whistle. Why can’t they just tell us what they want?”

Fwee? Fuu…twee-foo-fwoo-fweet! Phoo-phweet?

“Well, there’s not much we can do,” Jack said with a sigh, rubbing his aching ear. “At this point, we just have to do our best.”

“It’s impossible,” Sebek said, a frown on his face as his tail thumped heavily against the ground in annoyance. “Not even Lilia can understand what the small human wants! How are we supposed to–”

“Here you go,” a new voice said cheerfully, Kalim appearing and setting down a juice box in front of Yuu. “One juice box!”

Fweet! Fwee-fwoo~!

“You’re welcome,” Kalim answered with a beaming smile as Yuu pulled it closer to them and working to stick the straw in the hole. “Did you want anything else?”

Fwooo…fwee-fu-fu-fwoot?

“Sure thing!” he said, oblivious to the multiple sets of eyes from various tables staring at him as he scampered over to the cafeteria line. After retrieving a bowl from the offered selection, he returned and placed it–and a spoon–in front of them and said, “Here you go: one bowl of yummy pudding!”

Fwee!

Kalim chuckled as Yuu—after letting the whistle fall to dangle on the lanyard around their neck—eagerly sipped their juice box and dug into the pudding with the biggest smile on their face. It was then that Kalim noticed everyone staring at him and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“...how…how did you know that’s what they wanted?” Deuce uttered.

“Huh? Because that’s what they were asking for,” Kalim said. “Didn’t you hear what they were saying?”

“What? How did you get that out of all those whistles?” Ace asked. “They didn’t even use words!”

Tilting his head in confusion, Kalim shrugged and said, “I guess I’m just used to it since I have so many siblings back home.” Reaching out to pat Yuu’s head, he said, “A few of my little brothers and sisters would sometimes talk to everyone with their toys or instruments. Haha, so I guess it’s just second nature for me!”

“...you can seriously understand what Yuu’s saying? With the whistle??” Grim asked.

“Yup! Is it that weird?”

The first years glanced at one another in shock and disbelief, Yuu oblivious to this revelation as they finished their dessert.

////Later////

Fweet! Fufu-fwee-fwoooo!

“I know right? Jamil’s cooking is the best! Thanks, Jamil~!”

Fwee-fwoo Fufwoo~!

“Um…you’re welcome,” Jamil responded, slithering over to set another tray of food between the two. “I have to say, this is…not what I expected.”

“I know right? Who would’ve thought that Kalim would’ve been the one who understands our lil’ Chickadee~!” Cater said, happily recording the two interact. Somehow, Kalim was able to carry on a conversation with Yuu and provide feedback, as though he wasn’t just listening to the sounds of a whistle.

“At least that makes one of us,” Grim uttered, munching on one of the meat buns that Jamil had brought. “Shoulda thought of this earlier! Then we wouldn’t haveta guess what Yuu wants.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t exactly solve the problem,” Jamil said quietly, the naga sitting back on his coils away from where Cater’s phone was pointing. “At some point we need to have a serious conversation with Yuu about that whistle, otherwise they may not speak to anyone again.”

“Ah jeez…you’ve got a point,” Cater said, stopping the recording and sighing. “As totes adorbs as this is, I do miss hearing their voice.”

“Hm? What was that, Yuu?” Kalim’s voice broke in, catching their attention.

Fwoo-fwee-fooo?

“Sure, we can play a game!” Kalim said excitedly, his tail wagging and wings quivering excitedly.

Yuu’s eyes shined as they eagerly turned to the others and began whistling at them. Fweeeee! Foo-fweet fwu-fweet? Phweeet!

“Oh…sure, you guys can play a game!” Cater said, a cheerful smile on his face.

…fwee?

Before he could respond or ask Kalim for a translation, the einfield turned to Yuu and said, “You know, I think they’d really like to join us if you asked them in your own voice.”

Fweet?

“Yeah! Everyone really misses hearing you talk to them, Yuu,” Kalim continued. “The whistle is fun and all, but it kinda hurts everyone’s ears when you use it, and that’s not very fun for them.” With a sad smile, he asked, “Don’t you miss being able to chat with them? Or when you get to tell stories to Lilia or Rook and how they tell you how much they love hearing what you have to say? Or even singing songs with Vil? I know everyone misses hearing you laugh too…don’t you wanna talk to everyone and have fun like before?”

Yuu looked contemplative for a moment, the whistle silent—much to everyone’s surprise. Then, to their shock, Yuu pulled the lanyard off and set the whistle down on the counter before turning to the others and asking, “Can we play together, please?”

“S-sure!” Cater said. “Whatever you wanna play, Chickadee!”

Beaming, Yuu raised their arms up and asked, “Upsies?”

“You got it~! Aaaand…we have liftoff~!!” Cater cheered, making a ‘whoosh’ sound as he hoisted Yuu up in the air. “Lookit you go! Soon you’ll be flying high like your big brother Cay-Cay~!”

“Yaaaay!!”

“Come on, let’s get the others!” he said, shifting Yuu onto his back as the toddler wrapped their arms around his neck. “We’ll meet you guys in the courtyard, okay? Hang on tight, Yuu! Whoosh~!”

The tiny human’s giggles and squeals of joy echoed down the hall, Cater’s wings partly open as he trotted with his passenger while Grim followed after them. With the three gone, Jamil picked up the whistle and said, “No one’s been able to get them to take this off since they got it. How did you know that would work?”

“Well, kids are smart, and Yuu’s a smart kid,” Kalim explained. “I just told them how everyone else has been feeling since I heard Cater mention he missed hearing them talk.” With a shrug, he added, “My brothers and sisters can understand things when my parents and I talk to them like they’re adults. They may not understand certain words sometimes, but they can still understand the concept of things better than we give them credit for, you know?”

Jamil blinked at him in response before he huffed, a small smile on his face. “Huh…well done,” he said. “Hopefully with this out of the way, we won’t have to worry about Yuu picking up some other noisy habit.”

“Oh! That reminds me, Lilia wanted to bring Yuu to the next Light Music Club and teach them how to play a musical instrument. I was thinking of showing them how to play the drums!”

“No.”

[illfoandillfie]

Kinktober Day 28: Can’t Get To Sleep

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Words: 754

Warnings: implied sex but thats it

A/N: its somft bitch hours

You were tired, exhausted really. Work had been extra busy and the time you had at home was interrupted by tradesmen that Roger had hired to landscape the back yard and revamp the second bathroom. And that wasn’t even mentioning the regular daily minutiae that you had to deal with. Roger shared all the chores of course but his job was hardly strenuous since they were between tours, and he had more time at home than you did. It was no wonder that you were completely drained by the end of the week while he seemed as chipper as usual. But Roger did notice your state. After dinner he pulled you into a cuddle on the couch, encouraging you to just relax. And then, when TV got boring, he sent you up to bed early with a sweet kiss.  

You headed up to bed gratefully, looking forward to finally getting some sleep. But when Roger came up himself over an hour later, you were still awake. You felt tired and like you should have dropped off easily but for some reason sleep had not come. You’d tried just closing your eyes and waiting but you’d ended up just lying there in the dark, which was relaxing to some extent but not in the way you wanted. You mostly just ended up thinking about work. So, when you heard Roger carefully opening the bedroom door you hoped that his presence beside you would help you actually get to sleep. When he’d settled under the covers you wriggled closer so you could bury your nose in his neck, and prepared to finally sleep.  

It was nice for a while but when Roger began to snore you rolled back to your side of the bed, groaning in frustration. For a moment you just pondered your problem. It seemed that, as tired as your body felt, your mind had not yet switched off. But you figured that you could wear it out a little by counting sheep. So you rolled over and began trying to list every character from your favourite tv series. When you were certain you’d completed the list you moved on to trying to list every track off your favourite album. At the end of that you were no closer to sleep so decided it wasn’t helping. Instead you got up, taking your book off the nightstand. After a short detour to the kitchen to make a warm milk, you settled into one of the lounge chairs and turned on the lamp to read until you felt your brain had been exhausted. It went well, after a little over a chapter you could feel your eyes drooping and it became harder to focus on the words. You pushed it a little longer before taking your mug back to the kitchen and settling back into bed. And yet, as soon as you were laying in the dark room, you seemed as far from sleep as possible. With a frustrated huff you tried to get comfortable, tossing and turning, until you heard a voice rough with sleep. “Y/N?” he mumbled, “what times it?” “Late. Go back to sleep Rog.”   Roger shifted onto his side to face you, cuddling up to your side as you stared up at the ceiling. His hand came up to your sternum and he began rubbing soft circles with his palm which didn’t really help but felt kind of nice.   “You slept at all?” “No.” “Aw love.” “I don’t understand Rog, I feel so tired, why can’t I sleep?” Roger was quiet for a moment, his moving hand the only sign he hadn’t gone back to sleep. When he next spoke, he sounded a little more awake. “Maybe I can help.” “How? I’ve already tried everything.” “Not everything,” his hand slipped down to squeeze your breast and you could picture the grin he’d be wearing. But it did make you laugh, “Alright.” “Yeah?” He sat up, sounded more awake than ever. “Hey, I’m willing to try anything at this point. What position?” “He thought about it a moment, “You should be on time. Since we’re trying to tire you out at all. But if you’re still awake after you cum we can try the other way around.” You laughed again, “Trust you to turn my insomnia into a ploy to get my kit off.” He chuckled, “You had to know I would.” “Yeah,” you laughed, already wiggling out of your pants, “just hurry up and get your dick out, I want to sleep.”

[callmedanquixote]

Blooming even in the shadows - Chapter 2

~ Blooming even in the shadows ~

Pairing: Gryffindor Hyunjae x Slytherin Fem!Reader x Slytherin Younghoon (feat. a bubbly Ravenclow Juyeon)

WC: 5.5k

Synopsis: Synopsis: Almost all of the Hogwarts student body had made your stay at the school a big nuisance. Just a couple more of years to get out of that place, expecting to go unnoticed and staying away from bigger problems. Unless the popular and obnoxious Bermuda Line (whom you had avoided at max for five whole years), decided out of the blue one day they were going to walk into your life, which for sure, more than one person wasn't going to like.

Genre: hogwarts au, fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers (in no particular order)

TW: swearing, injuries, school violence, mention of insecurities + (I’ll be adding more in the future probably)

A/N: Hello! It’s a me, the most inconsistent writer ever hehe. I’m sorry that this chapter took so much time to finally be posted. Being an adult and having my work it’s really hard sometimes and I don’t have a lot of free time as I would like. But I definitely won’t abbandon this fic, much less when Hogwarts Legacy is around the corner and will give me so much inspiration for it.

I haven't double checked for grammatical errors, but if I notice any, I'll edit it.

Series Masterlist: Blooming even in the shadows

What were you thinking? Yesterday was such a crazy day. Why did you let Younghoon walk you to the common room? Of course, he hadn't accompanied ONLY YOU, he also lived there. But anyway. You felt very nervous as you walked in silence.

It wasn't an awkward silence, but it felt suffocating. As if you both wanted to speak, say something, but neither dared. You walked with your head down that now you knew every stone on the floor from the clock tower to your bedroom.

You honestly didn't want to get in any more trouble, so you tried to prevent anyone from seeing you together.

Near the entrance of the Slytherin common room, one of your classmates looked frustrated and bored. When he saw you arrive, his face lit up and he quickly approached you.

"Hoon! I left very quickly early in the morning and forgot that today was password change. Let me in with you. I've been waiting for hours for someone to come in. Seems that everyone is far away from here." Said the new boy while he took his arm and pouted at him.

While your classmate was distracting Younghoon, you took the opportunity to go unnoticed, you went ahead and practically ran to your room without saying goodbye.

And today, you wanted to hit yourself so hard on the head. You asked for it by being careless. You could've wait for Younghoon to return your books and then run to your room. But you didn't. Now, surely he was going to look for you again to return them to you.

And it was exactly like that. Younghoon had no idea what happened since it was so fast. One minute he was walking with you, and the next one his friend Seonghwa was hanging from his arm like a little kid asking for the new common room password, and suddenly when he wanted to talk to you again, you were gone.

You definitely disappeared faster than the ghosts in the castle.

He first felt disappointed because if you saw each other again, he didn't know how to aproach you to talk again. Finding you in the tower had been a good coincidence, but he knew he couldn't be that lucky. Does he?

Probably yes, because a smile returned to his face when he realized that he still had your books with him. The books that you necessarily needed for your classes the next day. So Younghoon thought it was really nice to be able to have a golden excuse.

Only he didn't think that the next day it would be so difficult to find you in the morning.

The best plan that your silly head could think of was to sneak out very early in the morning to avoid running into that blond boy. It was so early that there weren't any students in the common room yet, so you left with the utmost peace knowing that you were free.

Or so you thought it would happen, if it weren't for the fact that outside, leaning against one of the walls, radiant and forming a huge smile when he saw you, it was Lee Juyeon. That boy really didn't give up, but at the same time, it was very hard to feel truly uncomfortable in his presence.

Apparently his silly head had the same idea as you. Leaving so early in the morning to be able to find you and accompany you to your class even if you didn't have the same schedule. So not wanting to fight, you reluctantly let him stay by your side.

As you headed to the classroom, you noticed that everything was noisier than usual. And it was because while every day you walked quietly and calmly on your own, going with Juyeon, was like making lumos in a completely dark corridor. You both inevitably called (no, shouted) the attention of others. Students from all the houses and all the years greeted Juyeon and wished him a good day at school, and the boy kindly smiled and exchanged a few words with everyone.

It looked like the fucking spring witches parade. And since you weren't used to it, you felt very uncomfortable. Especially for having the curious and not very good stares of people on you.

"I didn't think you were such a morning person. You have too much energy." You complained in the middle of a sigh, avoiding his gaze.

"You could get used to it from now on. The others will also get used to seeing us together because we are going to be friends." He spoke softly.

"According to whom?"

"Destiny. Never judge fate, YN."

Inadvertently, your chest heaved with excitement. But it was something you wouldn't even admit to yourself in thoughts. Don't flatter yourself, YN. You repeated to yourself not with much conviction. What bullshit and nonsense was this guy saying?

"Merlin’s pants! How fucking cheesy you are.

Arriving at your classroom, you quickly entered without looking back and Juyeon stopped at the door while he waited for you to take a seat (away from the entrance, but close to where the professor would be) and you listened to him saying –more like yelling- words of encouragement to you.

"Enough, Juyeon. We'll see each other in the next class." You yelled in a whisper with your head down and you felt a little embarrassed. It looked like the scene of a proud father dropping off his daughter on her first day of school.

Lucky you, there weren't many people yet. Your classmates laughed because Juyeon was like a walking vitamin. You ignored him so he would go away once and for all.

You weren't going to deny that it was nice to hear words of support from him. It was like being given a big gift on a day that wasn't your birthday.

When the blue haired boy left, you finally noticed the place. You started to feel very anxious but excited at the same time. Your heart was beating fast just with the anticipation, and you smiled inadvertently as you thought and thought. You were determined that today would be a good day.

Damn Juyeon with his good humor and all that contagious shit. 

You were so engrossed that you barely noticed that someone sat behind you and gently touched your shoulder.

When you turned around, you didn't expect to see him so happy and confident. It wasn't very common to see that young Slytherin being like this. Much less, talking to someone who wasn't part of his elite few friends.

"YN, yesterday Hwa distracted me. That dummy forgot the password." He told you as if it were daily bread to tell you about his life or something as banal as that. "I didn't even realize you were gone. I have your books, but I can give them to you in the next class so you don't have to carry them and you'll be more comfortable."

Observing that strange exchange of words, Lee Jaehyun, who was sitting next to his blond friend, was perplexed. When had you two been together? Were you close enough to lend each other books?

Jaehyun inevitably thought about what happened the day before. He wasn't going to deny that he was embarrassed by the way he acted and by what he said to you without understanding what was happening.

He had to accept that he was deeply upset by what his Slytherin friend had said the day before. How come you didn't feel comfortable in his presence? You practically didn't know him well enough to say that. And then the situation where he found you later with those girls, he definitely didn't know what happened, but they were on the floor crying, and you just looked upset. He had no idea of what happened. It wasn't coherent that you alone had hurt five girls.

Something in all of this was off. But Jaehyun was too proud to ask you about what happened and much more to apologize for his attitude. He didn't owe you anything.

But Jaehyun was curious.

Without thinking, the Gryffindor boy took his stuff and moved to the seat across from him. Right beside you. Right at the moment when Professor Lupin entered.

You quickly turned to look at him with a frown as if he were a three-headed creature, and before you could say something and ask him to leave, you locked eyes with the new Gryffindor boy who was accompanying the professor to his desk. As soon as he met your stare, he gave you one of those huge smiles you always saw on him and waved at you as he helped set things up.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Lee Sangyeon. A sunbae who was a year older, prefect of the red house, and captain of his Quiditch team. He too, was one of the kindest and most attentive people you knew, and one of the few people you talked to in good terms at school. And that's not to mention that he was incredibly handsome and looked spectacular with that cute dimple and his perfectly pinned caramel hair.

Your hands trembled a bit and you closed them tightly to calm yourself down. You felt your cheeks burn and inevitably a smile formed on your face. A gesture that didn't go unnoticed by either of the two boys around you. Younghoon looked thoughtful and Jaehyun was quite surprised.

They both knew (from Jaehyun) that Sangyeon would be going to be a "helper" in Defense Against the Dark Arts class since the boy was excellent at non-verbal spells and that was what's going to happen in your class that school year. Basically any student in the class with the Slytherins and Gryffindors could come up and ask him for help so that the professor could pay better attention to everyone.

Younghoon frowned as he realized what his friend wanted.

"Yah, why did you change seats? A few minutes ago you told me not to leave your side and now you're leaving me." The other boy just gave him a mischievous smile. "At least consult it with YN first. Who told you that she wants to work with you?"

You thought irritably (because of the Gryffindor next to you) that he was right. Ever since Sangyeon mentioned to you last year that you would see each other in this class, you had been waiting impatiently for it. There was a reason you had chosen a seat so close to the professor's desk. Maybe not for anything you had taken a few extra minutes in the morning when you were getting ready. What was this guy doing?

"Juyeon said that his 'girl friend'" he said with a mocking tone the last word. "was very intelligent, wasn't she? This year I need to raise my grades, so with her it'll be easier. You can serve me for something YN." He finished speaking with a haughty air.

Wow, what a despicable guy. You closed your eyes to keep calm and not curse him out in front of everyone.

Younghoon on the other hand, had a lot to say.

"Dude, wtf? Jaehyun! It…it's for a long time." Poor boy looked quite frustrated. "Jae, you know I don't want to work with someone I don't know."

"Tell any of your fellow Slytherins. You get along with some, right? Didn't you say that you were even with Seonghwa yesterday?"

You looked at Jaehyun and thought surprised how was he able to abandon his friend like that. Younghoon clearly talked to a lot of people, but that didn't mean he was an open person. His seatmates had always been either Jaehyun or Juyeon and you had never really seen him during classes with someone else.

"What the hell are you planning Lee? Come back to your seat."

"This is my new seat." Jaehyun suddenly turned around and motioned for Sangyeon to come over. You wanted to hit this guy so fucking hard. "Hyung, will you help Professor Lupin in general, or will you work alongside someone else?"

"A bit of both, Jae." The Gryffindor captain gave you all a confused smile. He didn't knew you three talked to each other. When did you become close? "Hi YN." He gently caressed your head while smiling. You looked at him nervously but you also smiled and greeted him nervously.

"Hyung, do you need a partner?" Jaehyun insisted again towards his captain. Sangyeon looked at him and then directed his gaze at you looking determined. However, Jaehyun interrupted again. "No YN, hyung, you can work with Hoonie. Younghoon, stop complaining, you already have a new partner. And it's the assistant's professor, who better than hyung to be with in this class?"

You, Sangyeon and Younghoon look at him surprised. Why was he so bossy? Younghoon even wanted to tell him then why didn't he pair up with Sangyeon but he already knew, what Jaehyun wanted was what was done. And he knew that this had nothing to do with him or Sangyeon. It was a nuisance. No one there felt 100% satisfied but they didn't say anything else since Professor Lupin began to explain to the class that this course was in pairs because you would practice just non-verbal spells.

The first few classes he would teach you how to cast attack spells and defense spells, and then you would have to practice using them against your seatmates only inside Hogwarts.

"Sangyeon is a sunbae who will be helping whoever needs it in my class. Don't be shy, if you find him outside the castle and have any questions, you can also ask him, or come find me in my office." The professor spoke calmly. "Non-verbal spells are difficult to perform and control, they take a long time, so I encourage you not to lose hope during the class. I hope that maybe you manage to execute one at the end of the course, or at least, I hope that you can avoid the antics of your seatmates."

"Miss LN, I look forward to seeing your performance. I have heard very good things from the other professors about you and your use of non-verbal spells. I hope that Mr. Lee knows what awaits him in the following months, 'cause if not, Mr. Lee, you can consult the infirmary whenever you like. –The students in the class laughed at the professor's joke.

Jaehyun immediately turned to see you.

"So you know how to make potions that Slughorn likes and you're good at this too?" He asked surprised.

"You have no idea Jae, she's more than good." The captain Interrupted before you could answer.

"How come you two know each other?" asked the youngest of the Gryffindors with some suspicion.

Without even looking at him, you answered under your breath, "It's none of your business, Lee."

But it was his business, Jaehyun thought. He didn't understand his curiosity about you, but he was grateful when Sangyeon spoke again.

"Usually we met in nearby places when we studied in the library. YN always has her head buried in all kinds of books; some even very advanced. So there were some things that I needed help with for a class, and she explained them too well." Sangyeon spoke with a smile as he remembered how you had met. "She really is brilliant! And I really wanted to come back to this Lupin class to see what YN knows how to do."

Younghoon watched that exchange silently but his eyes looked very curious. It was to be expected that Sangyeon would have such a facility to approach and make anyone feel comfortable, including you.

"How can it be possible? I thought you were like an outcast who had no friends. Juyeon and Younghoon said it." You heard Jaehyun say with zero shame.

"Lee Jaehyun! What's wrong with you?"

"Yah Jaehyun! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Sangyeon and Younghoon yelled in annoyance at their inconsiderate friend. You felt your cheeks burn with anger and humiliation because, okay, maybe he hadn't told any lies, but honestly, why did he care? You knew that there were rude people with you, you knew that that Gryffindor was rude, but it was completely different when he said it in front of a person whose opinion you did care about. And to you, Sangyeon wasn't just any person. Even if there was no chance, he was still the guy you liked and made your heart flutter.

"YN, you don't have to listen to something so silly… Jae has no manners." The older one whispered under his breath.

"YN, it's not true what he's saying, we never..."

Both boys were trying to caught your gaze, but you didn't want to see his pitying expressions.

You decided to close your mind and thoughts in a black box and ignore everything that happened in that class from now on. You concentrated on listening to the professor's words and pretending that the three boys around you didn't exist.

Jaehyun didn't stop moving the whole time in his place, but he didn't say anything. And even if he had, you wouldn't have listened to him either.

When Lupin announced the end of the class, your seatmate looked with every intention of opening his mouth again, but you took your things and left immediately without waiting for anything.

Jaehyun was bewildered. Not because of how you had reacted (cause honestly, who would want to talk after something like that?), but because of himself. He was a joker, and he knew some of his jokes were very heavy, but that hadn't been a joke, it had just been a nasty, rude and insensitive thing. Besides, he was like that with his friends, not with a person he didn't know or didn't have some trust in him.

Therefore, what was questioned the most was why he was being like this with you? Was it because you were the first person that didn't feel comfortable with him and it bothered him? Was it because he distrusted you because of what those girls told him a day before? Was it because on the contrary, with Juyeon, Younghoon and Sangyeon you were fine? Or was it because all of his friends were sticking up for you and they clearly liked you and he didn't know you?

Before he could leave the classroom, he felt a very strong gaze on him and without having to actually see, he knew that it was a very, very angry captain.

"What you said was really disgusting, Jae. You can be a bully to your friends, you can be a bully to our Quidditch mates cause that's how you all get along, but you can't be like that with her." The older one scolded him while frustratedly touched his temples. "Do you know how much she endures every day? YN is a really good person who doesn't deserve to be treated like this." 

And without thinking, like a terrible verbal vomit, Jaehyun only managed to answer. "What do I care about a Slytherin who's an orphan and a mudblood? Or do you LIKE her, Sangyeon, and that's why you defend her so much?

Sangyeon looked at his hoobae and friend just disappointed. "I've seen too many things about you Jae. Too many. As many good as bad. But I never expected to hear you talk like that one day. Do you realize how unpleasant it is?" The brunette let out a tired sigh. "We can be friends, Jaehyun, but not cause we're close I'm going to let you talk to me like that. And I'm not only your captain, I'm your prefect and my duty is to take care that no student behaves like this. Those are not our values as Gryffindors. It doesn't matter who you are."

Jaehyun felt heavy. And yes, he felt very embarrassed. But since he was in a streak with unfiltered replies, he said: "Ok then, where were you yesterday when YN attacked five students with magic?"

Immediately Sangyeon's countenance changed to a surprised one and he asked. "What happened to her?"

Stupid Jaehyun, can't you keep quiet? He berated himself inwardly as he regretted having said too much. He was no fool, Sangyeon was a very good person, but as a prefect he was quite strict because he played by the rules very rigidly. And he knew that this could bring you a lot of trouble.

"Jae, explain to me what happened with YN."

"Hyung, it's getting too late for my next class, see you in practice."

"No practice today. Not all week. You're grounded so you can reflect on your attitude."

"What the fuck, Sang?! We have a game soon, I can't stay without practicing."

"Tell me what happened with YN and I'll only give you 3 days."

The younger of the Gryffindors remained grumbling but stayed silent and left angrily without saying goodbye to his captain.

He was looking like a complete fool. And on top of that he was grounded. He couldn't help but think that these consequences were because you were meddling in his life, and he wasn't going to sit idly by.

As soon as you flew out of the classroom, Younghoon took his things more than quickly and ran after you until he caught up with you.

"YN…"

"I don't want to hear justifications on behalf of your stupid friend." You answered defensively without letting the blond say more.

"I'm not here to justify him. In fact, he is stupid. YN, you really, really, don't have to feel bad about anything that comes from Jae's poisonous mouth." You heard him say firmly while he searched for your gaze.

You turned to the opposite side and remained silent. You didn't want to talk about it.

You kept walking towards your potions class and while looking at the floor you saw that Younghoon was still next to you.

"Don't let Jae get to you… it's not worth it."  You heard him say in a pretty low voice that sounded sad.

"I… I receive comments like this, some much worse, every day. What Jaehyun said just joins to the huge list as one more."

The Slytherin boy probably didn't mean anything bad, but when he insisted on speaking again you looked at him and not knowing why, you spoke.

"Younghoon…"

He was startled to hear you say his name so softly.

"It's humiliating for me to have to acknowledge the way other people treat me. I don't want, I really don't want, to hear condolences of someone who has everything so easy in his perfect life." Your chest felt very heavy as you kept talking without thinking. "Juyeon doesn't understand that getting close to me has consequences. And not for him, for me it becomes worse! And if anyone else gets to hear the way Jaehyun is making fun of me, then they're all going to give themselves another free pass to tease me to death. And I… I'm just fed up.”

You felt your eyes sting but you tried not to blink so that no tears would fall. Younghoon was petrified in his place feeling all the sadness that emanated from you without you realizing it. It was heavy and gray. A very dark grey. And he didn't know why, but he just wanted to do something so you wouldn't feel like this anymore.

"You have no idea how horrible it is to hear something like that in front of one of the few people who speak well to me in this castle." You thought of Sangyeon and his worried face. "Mostly I'm afraid that he'll change his opinion about me… because then what will I have left?" You ended up whispering. You were so lost in thought that you didn't even know you were saying it all out loud.

Aloud. You started to panic. You shouldn't have said anything you just practically threw up. You stayed silent.

The two of you kept quiet and you panicked about everything you just spilled so you leave quickly. Younghoon stood there surprised and overwhelmed by the strong feelings of heaviness and sadness that he felt from you. He didn't get into your thoughts, but it wasn't necessary to know that you were feeling very bad even if you put up a strong front every day. And he knew it because he had been watching you from afar for years.

When Younghoon came to Hogwarts, he was even more shy and reserved than he is now. And not precisely because he didn't like to talk to people. On the contrary, he would rather talk to people than have to listen to them ALL the time in his head. But from a very young age, the young Slytherin developed strong abilities as a legilimens and it was very difficult for him to stop feeling or silence others. Also, his parents had constantly warned him about not being able to tell anyone how easy it was for him to get into people's minds because that information in the wrong hands could put him in danger.

So it was never his intention to get into any relationship with anyone other than his lifelong friends Jaehyun and Juyeon. This two guys who even though they knew about Younghoon's ability, always kept this knowledge only with them. And not only that, but they never treated him as someone different or showed that they had any hidden interest in what he could do.

Therefore, he had no idea why since his first day in Hogwarts, as his house prefect took them to their common room after the welcome dinner, he had been interested in the little girl who was frowning and stayed away from her other classmates.

Younghoon had felt something very strong when he met you and he didn't know how to identify it because it was very different from previous times with others. It had never happened to him that he didn't know the emotion emanating from a person, but he thought the easiest way to make it work was to name it after a color that was close enough. And because of that, most of the times he saw you, he subconsciously called you dark gray.

Throughout the years of the boy seeing you from a distance, he had realized how serious, scared, shy and annoyed you felt towards your peers.

He was no fool, he had soon realized the way they treated you, and sometimes he listened to what they said about you or even about your family. And he would always see how you "ignored" all that gossip, but he, far away and secretly, knew that you weren't immune to those attacks.

He also didn't understand the fact that someone genuinely enjoy spreading rumors with no idea where they came from or calling you names.

One of his favorites was the mudblood trash, cause they said you grew up in an orphanage without knowing who your parents were. He had also heard on other occasions that your parents had been drug-addicted Muggles who left you on your own. And still others said that your parents had died in the wizarding war for supporting the dark lord.

But Younghoon simply didn't think there was any truth to all those rumors.

After all, people liked to make up too much stuff about each other just to have something to talk about. They always thought it was okay, as long as it wasn't themselves. He knew it firsthand, and he kind of related because Younghoon wasn't the person everyone said he was.

Just like Jaehyun and Juyeon, but at least they knew each other and had each other for support, and it was still hard sometimes. So he didn't know how you'd put up with it for so long alone.

At first he didn't mean to poke around, and sometimes, even though he didn't like to admit it or was told it was wrong, he would dig a little inside for something he called "curiosity" because he wanted to know how you could look so composed and unruffled with so much on your shoulders. But inadvertently, that marked him when he began to notice your pain deep down when people annoyed you, he felt your loneliness, he felt your sadness, and he felt your anger almost as if they were from himself.

He had never felt a person like you.

But also, by observing you so much, there were moments he had seen that you smiled when you thought no one was seeing you, like when some difficult spell worked out for you, when you drank mint chocolate in winter or when you were in front of the windows of the common room and you saw the giant squid. And in those moments, dark gray didn't exist.

Nor did he think you were a bad person as many wanted to believe, because no one had to tell him that when he had seen you -while reading in the trees that overlooked the entrance to the forest- several times going in alone to play with some animals and to bring them food.

Or how you sometimes helped people behind their backs. Like when Ronda Patkins spent days crying in the common room because she couldn't find her cat and he accidentally looked when you found it and left it near her to make sure it came back to her. All so that days later he would hear the same girl talking bad about you.

He was very angry with people.

Younghoon didn't know why he cared so much about you, but he did and he had decided long ago that it was better to stop questioning him. In the end, no one but him knew and it was his own secret.

Now he knew that he had the opportunity to get close to you, the boy genuinely wanted you to feel safe and content in the company of someone. So you could have what you secretly yearned for inside.

The blond knew that he and Juyeon meant well, but with Jae being more of a jerk than usual, it was going to be hard for you to let them in.

You walked aimlessly just feeling panic. You were debating whether to get into your next class, where Juyeon would obviously want to talk to you, and you didn't feel confident enough to pretend nothing was wrong. And you couldn't see Younghoon either, who would also be there, after having blurted out everything you said to him. Damn, why did he have to be another stupid Slytherin.

So the most "prudent" decision that occurred to you was to quickly leave the castle and hide with a book in front of the black lake. At this time not many students would be in the area and it would help calm all the anxiety you were feeling.

You didn't even know where that explosion of words had come from and you felt too ashamed. For you, for a long time, having real human emotions had felt like something forbidden and wrong for you to do. And the worst thing is that you had dropped this whole facade in front of nothing more and nothing less than one of the members of the bermuda line. And not just any of the trio, but the quietest, most serious and most intimidating boy of them.

You didn't stop over analyzing the situation and probably right now he was thinking about how pathetic you were.

Your chest felt contracted, heavy. Your anxiety was still going at thousand miles. It was like you stripped naked in front of Younghoon and you just wanted to cringe the more you thought about it. And in the humiliating words of the stupid Jaehyun. And in the condescending face of Sangyeon, the boy you admired the most in that place.

As you walked along the shore of the lake, careful not to trip, going over a thousand conversations in your confused head, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You were so absorbed that you hadn't heard that someone was following you and you were so startled that without thinking twice or contemplating the consequences, you took out your wand and with a non-verbal spell (which you definitely couldn't use outside of class) you threw the person to the lake.

Oh no! Shit, shit, shit. What trouble did you just get yourself into? And if you ran from there? Did they know who you were? Have they seen your face? Would they accuse you? Of course they was going to accuse you. Would you help that person to get out of the lake? Of course, you weren't a murderer and you didn't even know if that person knew how to swim. What if one of the creatures in the lake hurt them?

You got as close as you could to the shore, squatted down, and stretched out your hand. Long fingers closed tightly around your wrist as you pulled and you heard:

"The fuck is wrong with you, YN!"

This couldn't be happening to you.

[the-savage-garden]

ACOTAR Romance Sucks

I’m back to talking about this book series again, I had been sick so I wasn’t in the mood to delve into it.

I’ve been mostly focusing on the worldbuilding but there is something I should be analyzing about with this series; and that is the romance. The thing is that romance can be subjective so it’s difficult to discuss it, like my idea of a romantic relationship could come across as boring to someone else and vice versa so it’s tough but I do want to go over it.

It’s been awhile since I read ACOTAR and ACOMAF so I don’t remember things very well. I might make more posts about this if I ever decide to go reread them (I really don’t want to though but it can help me figure out why I have problems with this series).

I’ve been trying to avoid being too harsh on the romance but honestly, I think it’s garbage. Like, I had bought into the Feyre/Tamlin romance at first, but then the 2nd book introduced Feyre/Rhys which is just the exact same relationship as the first one and I started to realize just how both of them were just hot garbage.

So, both of these relationships is set up as a enemies-to-lovers with forced proximity thing. Honestly that does sound fun, problem is is that it’s not written well. Majority of the time it was just the male love interest lecturing Feyre on how to live her life and it got frustrating to read that. The supposed “romantic tension” is really just sexual tension instead. The “enemies” part is just Feyre’s love interests controlling her, both of them!

What I consider an enemies-to-lovers relationship is when characters have completely different personal values but realizing that they’re differences complement each other well because of circumstances. Both Feyre/Tamlin and Feyre/Rhys doesn’t read like that at all that I’m still confused by what kind of relationship it’s supposed to be.

I was hoping that reading ACOWAR would give me some context but reading 6 chapters of it still leaves me confused on what the fuck is happening.

What also doesn’t help is that the worldbuilding really ruins the relationships so it makes it difficult to even be invested in anything. Since we’re in Feyre’s POV she’ll think one thing and then not even a page later her thoughts will contradict earlier ones and I’m starting to think that’s not on purpose either (I think SJM rambles too much).

I’m sure I’ll probably come up with more if I scour the books for other problems with the romance but I’ll do that some other time.

[sunasrintarhoe]

For All the Nights I Lost to You p.t. 3

pairing: elliot x reader

warnings: drugs, jules

a/n: i’ve decided to post the parts i already have written then deciding my posting schedule

word count: 2154 :):

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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After that incident, Jules and Rue didn’t let you out of their sight. Elliot stayed distant, but when was he not?

Graduation was approaching and Jules wanted to go shopping. You’d all be graduating high school, it was a monumental event in her book.

So you let her drag you around the mall. Rue was with you two, but she had already picked what she was going to wear for graduation. Elliot was nowhere to be found.

Maybe he was done with you.

You didn’t tell jules and rue what happened after the party. All they knew was that Elliot was in the restroom while you showered to make sure you didn’t fall. They didn’t know about your self deprecating thoughts and Elliot’s inner war.

Well Jules didn’t know about Elliot’s war.

Rue had been putting the pieces together. Elliot was rejecting them a lot lately and he seemed more distraught about your rejection than her or Jules did. She finally cornered him in the hallway one day and asked him what was wrong.

He sighed and admitted that ever since you had started coming around, he’s been feeling less like spending time with them and more like spending time with you.

“I don’t know… She just makes my heart jump and my face hot. I don’t know why.” Elliot murmured and Rue’s eyes grew wide. “You like her… YOU LIKE Y/N!” She yelled and Elliot jumped to cover her mouth.

“Literally what are you talking about? I don’t like her. She's quiet and she hates me. Besides, Jules and her like each other, so even if I did like her, I wouldn’t have a chance.” Elliot sighed again and started walking to class.

Rue smiled to herself and followed him.

Ever since then, Rue had made it her plan to get you and Elliot closer and you and Jules further apart. The only problem was that you seemed more enamored by Jules than ever. Happy to do whatever she asked, how ever she asked.

Jules seemed to be the center of your world. However, Rue didn’t know that you were only acting like that to keep yourself from thinking about that night.

He treated you so warmly, like he cared.

But you couldn’t think about that right now. Jules was pulling you from store to store, looking for the perfect dress for you.

“Don’t you like anything?” Jules was frustrated at this point, everything she picked seemed to be too short or too long or too much. To be fair she was picking dresses that she would wear and not taking your style into account.

Rue rolled her eyes, “Of course she does, you’re just picking the dresses you would wear, babe.” That made you pause. Babe? When did she start calling Jules that? You shook your head and agreed with Rue.

“I love your style, don’t get me wrong, but Fairycore isn’t exactly my style.” Jules pouted, but immediately smiled again when she looked behind you.

“Ellie!” Jules waved at him to get his attention. You froze again. Why was he here?

“I have to go to the bathroom.” You rushed out before briskly walking out of the store and towards the restrooms.

“I knew she would do that.” Rue sighed. Elliot hadn’t actually been there. He was in the mall, but he wasn’t in the store the three of you were in. Rue had texted him to come when he complained to her that he was bored.

Jules looked back at Rue and shrugged. “She’s been avoiding him, so that much was obvious.” She began looking through the dress rack again.

-

You were basically running at this point. You couldn’t talk to him right now. Too many thoughts were running through your head and you weren’t paying attention, causing you to bump into someone and falling.

“Fuck, I’m so-“ “Y/N?” Elliot’s voice cut you off. Fuck, this was bad. You felt your face heat up and you quickly got up and ignored him. You brushed past him and continued your quick pace to the restroom.

Elliot frowned and moved to stop you, but decided against it. There was no point. He wouldn’t be able to say what he wanted to. There were too many people around. So he shook his head and walked towards the store that rue said her and Jules were in.

-

You had made it to the restrooms and locked yourself in the family restroom. Leaning onto the sink, you took a deep breath. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine…” Your heart, that had been racing the whole time, finally calmed down.

He was here. In the mall. And you had saw him. Touched him even. What could you do now? He saw you, recognized you, then proceeded to say your name. He knew you were there.

Could you make an excuse? You were tired and just wanted to go home or your parents had called demanding that you get home now? They wouldn’t believe you, you had basically ran away from Jules and Rue and you bumped into Elliot, so he would probably tell the girls and if the girls knew what happened then they would think that you went home because Elliot was thereandifyouwenthomebcauseElliotwasthere-

Your thoughts were all over the place. You took another deep breath and walked out of the restroom. Again not paying attention, you bumped into something, or rather someone.

Nate didn’t remember what really happened that night. All he knew was that you guys had gone to the party together and left alone. Or at least he thinks you left alone. He left with some short chick with black hair that was seemingly drunker than him. She looked like Maddy, in his drunken state and she giggled at him so nicely, so he said fuck it and took her home.

He kicked her out of his house the next day.

But now he was looking down at you with a belittling smirk on his face. “What are you doing walking out of the family restroom?” He was a pervert and you hated it.

“None of your fucking business, Jacobs, mind your own.” You pushed past him. You remembered everything. How he promised you that he would take care of you, the way he got drunker than you and was practically humping you in the kitchen, the way he let Elliot drag you out of the party. You were angry with him.

He quickly reached for your arm, but you hit his hand away. “Leave me alone. I don’t want to speak to you right now.”

He let you walk away and he stared at your retreating form. He chuckled and shook his head. He was gonna make you regret that.

-

Elliot was still processing what had happened.

His mind was reeling. Were you avoiding him like he was avoiding you? Why didn’t you talk to him? Why were you running?

He was so stuck in his head that before he knew it, he had made it to the store. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and walked in.

“Ellie~.” Jules sang to get his attention. The girl had made it to the front of the store again and hadn’t found anything good.

“Why didn’t you tell me Y/N was here?” He questioned. “Why do you seem so upset about it?” Rue made a face. Was he really getting mad that you were here? “ I’m not upset. I just would’ve liked to know.”

“Well, it sounds like you’re upset.” Rue walked away. She needed to find you and make sure, you were okay. You had walked away so quickly, that she thought something was wrong.

Elliot groaned, he couldn’t deal with this, so he just stayed quiet and followed Rue out.

-

You were about 15 feet from the store when Rue walked out with Jules and Elliot in tow.

“Are you okay?” She asked. She was clearly worried about you and you just nodded. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Elliot again, so you kept your mouth shut.

Instead, you hurriedly told her that you had found a dress that you really liked on the way over to them. Jules piped up and pushed you in the direction that you came from. “Finally!” She said, exasperated.

You smiled and took her hand to lead her to the store.

Elliot softly smiled at the sight. You looked happy. Rue took notice of the fond look in his eyes and smiled to herself.

Things were coming together.

-

After that was all said and done, Jules made the executive decision to make you all pile into Elliot’s car and go back to his place. You tried protesting, but she was having none of it.

“We’re gonna go smoke and play games, you’re going.” She wouldn’t let you decline, so you reluctantly agreed.

That was a horrible idea.

This was another intervention. Exactly like the last one. Same questions and everything. Except this time, you were high.

Meaning everything was going to come out.

Jules and Rue made sure to get you and Elliot as high as possible. They were high as well, but a lot less than you two.

They sat both you and Elliot in front of the wall and you instantly knew, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

The thing about weed is that it made you feel free. Free from negative feelings, free from the world. It was almost like a truth serum for you.

Rue knew that. Rue also knew, if you didn’t like what you were going to say, you wouldn’t speak at all.

But here you were, once again. Light shining on the wall behind you and your eyelids slightly drooping. You were so relaxed, you felt boneless.

“Y/N, you feeling good?” Jules giggled and you hummed affirmatively.

Elliot was smiling at your relaxed state. He loved seeing you like this. “Ellie, you okay?” Jules turned to him.

“Yeah.”

“Alright then. Which one of you wants to go first?” You perked up at this and raised your hand. Rue chuckled and asked her first question.

“Okay… What happened today?”

You hummed, “I freaked out when Jules said Elliot’s name, then ran to the bathroom, then I bumped into him, then I ran away from him, then I bumped into Nate, then I ran away from him and then I found a dress I liked.” You smiled dopily.

Elliot was shocked to hear this. You were freaking out because of him? Why? He wanted to ask, but he kept his mouth shut. What was the point? He’d only get his feelings hurt.

Rue furrowed her eyebrows at this. “Why were you freaked out though?” You sobered up a bit at this.

“I-“ You cut yourself off and looked at your phone. “I gotta go.” You stood up.

Jules was sick of this, you were always running from the situation.

“Sit down.” She grabbed your arm and pulled you back down. “We’re talking this out.” She was tired of this happening.

You couldn’t fight her, so you sat and stayed quiet. The tension was suffocating. You wanted to speak, but you couldn’t find the words. How could you explain that all you could think about was Elliot? In front of Jules, in front of Elliot, himself? She liked you back, finally and you were about to ruin it.

“Why aren’t you talking? We just want to help…” Rue said softly.

You sighed.

“Y/N-“ “Why did you call Jules ‘babe’?” You cut Rue off.

She looked taken aback at this. She didn’t think you had picked up on her words. Jules looked at Rue expectantly, as if she wanted Rue to reveal everything to you.

You looked between the two of them and scoffed. “Are you two back together?” Jules and Rue jumped at the volume of your voice.

“You just told me you liked me and you’re back with Rue? What the fuck, Jules?” You were raising your voice. You felt confused. Jules, the girl you like, said she liked you and is now back with her ex? Why didn’t this hurt as much as you thought it would? Why are you kind of relieved?

Tears sprung to your eyes and Jules panicked.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Y/N! I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She rambled on and Rue looked stunned. She didn’t want to you to find out this way.

Elliot saw the tears in your eyes and pulled you to sit closer to him, so he could hug you. He didn’t like that you were crying. You needed to smile. He hadn’t really been paying attention to the conversation, his mind was still stuck on the fact that you were freaking out about him.

He focused on you and calming you down, but he glared at Jules and Rue while doing so.

This was gonna suck later…

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Tower of Dawn

3/5 stars

Spoilers for Tower of Dawn by Sarah J. Maas.

This book is one that I like to refer to as an 'amnesia book' because it's one that you don't like at all while you're reading it, but once you're done, you look back and think of it as an an okay story overall. That's why I'm giving this 3 stars, but really, it was 2/5 while I was reading it.

I'm going to start with how I feel about the ending because it just didn't sit write with me. I don't understand what the problem would have been if Chaol would have just stayed in a wheelchair. This is my biggest issue with this book: SJM created a ridiculous plot line at the end, just so Chaol could walk again. Was it really necessary to bind his life and leg strength to Nesryn? Was that really the better option compared to just letting him be disabled? There's like a million main characters in this series. What would be so wrong with one of them being in a wheelchair? It annoys me that the plot was stretched like this just to avoid that outcome.

A lot of this book was descriptions and the thoughts of the characters, rather than actual plot. It felt veryyyyy dragged out. I read this after the full series was complete, but I’d be annoyed if I’d read Empire of Storms and then had to wait two full years to get answers from Kingdom of Ash since this book takes place at the same time as the events of EoS.

SJM said this was originally intended to be a novella and I think she should have kept it that way. So many words and sentences were unnecessary. It felt like when you’ve said you all you need to in an essay, but still haven’t met the word count, so you ramble. It was frustrating to read. This could have been 400 pages at most. It took so long for any sort of plot to pick up and I don’t even know if it ever did get interesting for me. Bearable, maybe. It got okay around 75% but at that point, I had the audiobook on 1.7x speed because I just wanted it to be over with. I literally couldn’t get through more than a page before wanting to put the audiobook on. My mind would just drift elsewhere and I’d end up having to reread the page. I appreciate ‘setting the scene’ but the descriptions were too much. I don’t want to read an interior design textbook. I’ve seen design proposals with less detail.

I wanted to experience the series how the author intended, so I didn’t do the tandem read, but in hindsight, the tandem read would have made ToD go by quicker and I should have done that.

I kept confusing all the siblings at first. They just weren’t introduced as well as they could have been, so it felt skimmed over and drowned by the information of how the Khagan’s worked. Lots of information very fast. For a lot of Chaol and Nesryn’s interactions with them, I had to go back to the start to remember who they were.

If I look at this from a perspective of us seeing the aftermath of Chaol’s injury and him coming to terms with his disability, it’s an okay book, but I don’t care about Chaol or Nesryn and having to read this book after the cliffhanger and fast pacing of EoS is annoying. We’ve had 6 books of plot and then we have to get through this book of descriptions. Reading ToD felt like when I was younger and my parents would host dinners with relatives I didn’t know and I had to sit through the boring dinner before I could go back to my room and play Nintendogs.

I will say that I enjoyed the cultural aspects of this and the city itself is portrayed beautifully, but there is such a thing as too much description.

I really thought Nesryn and Chaol would stay together so the introduction of new love interests surprised me and I really like Yrene and Chaol together. Not a big fan of them as characters but it was probably the most interesting aspect of this book.

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LEGENDBORN READING LOG

I’m almost 100 pages in and I’m a bit frustrated. I’ve heard so many good things about this book, I’ve seen it everywhere so my expectations have been very high. What I’d heard about it sounded awesome, I thought I’d hate myself for leaving this on my TBR for so long.

The writing is good, I really like Bree as a main character and I can relate to her pain and grief. I also think it is awesome to finally have a perspective where these white-centric groups, foundations…societies? (Idk the right word) are so , like Bree states, fundamentally not made for her, but rather BY people like her. And having her in a way, reclaim it, which I am interested to see where that goes.

However. The world building is leaving me incredibly disappointed. I think that might be my fault for not being fully aware of what I was getting myself into story wise, and built up another idea in my mind. There is so much infodumping, and I still don’t get any of it. The pacing has been extremely slow, and I’m going to give it time to take off, but there are mentions of a sort of, tournament, and I’m gonna be honest, tournaments especially in book form bore me so I’m a bit worried.

I also am struggling a bit because everyone’s name is being shortened to one syllable which is annoying me to no end, and one of the love interests (he clearly is a love interest. I know one when I see it) is 18, to our main character’s 16. Two years isn’t that much later in life, but put into the perspective of a high school graduate dating a person just learning to drive isn’t great. Many books do this though, not just this one, I’m just tired to see this trend continuing. Also, the poor kid’s name is Selwyn, I don’t think his parents ever loved him. (He’s a brooding angry emo boy so I might actually be right about this)

there’s gonna obvi be a love triangle between Nick, Bree, and Sel (lord have mercy) which im not looking forward too.

I enjoy tropes! I enjoy overused tropes. Maybe I’m just not in the mood for this book right now. I’m gonna try to continue, and who knows, maybe I’ll grow to love the world and it’s characters.

Tomorrow I might be crying about how Sel was never loved by his parents. Who can say?

EDIT: I feel like I was being harsh cuz I’m looking through the tumblr tag and people seem to love these characters !!! I want to as well !!! But I’m worried !!!