#because I sit and read the comments I’ve received over and over again

[b2cute]

What’s your problem?

rough dom!matt x fem!reader

notes: this is my first smut so please lmk your thoughts!! send any requests ☁️

warnings: obv smut, degrading, pet names, fem receiving, p in v, cover it before you smother it,chocking, slapping, arguing, angst to smut to fluff, i think that’s all

enjoy 😊

word count: 2,460

*y/n’s pov*

*beep beep beep*

the loud sound coming from beside me causes me to jolt up and widen my eyes. i check the time.

3:46 a.m.

i stormed back into matt’s room after an argument we had. nick and i went out for dinner at boa and i came home to a cranky boyfriend that decided to his take anger out on me. instead of fixing the issue, we both agreed to ignore eachother for the rest of the night.

i go on my phone for about 20 minutes before my stomach growled at me. i decided to head over to the kitchen and fix up some cereal.

“look who decided to show their face to world! everyone welcome y/n to earth” matt snarks sitting at the dining table, paralleling the kitchen. i roll my eyes at the comment he made considering chris and nick went to sleepover at madi’s house leaving the house to just us.

“don’t be a brat just because you exhausted yourself in my bedroom.”

again. what is up with these rude comments?

“seriously matthew, can you act normal for 5 fucking seconds? you turned twenty months ago, act like it and quit being immature” i snap. my stomach gurgling louder as i pour cinnamon toast crunch in a bowl. i reach for the milk in the refrigerator and pour it into the bowl as i join matt across the dining room chair he’s sitting in.

silence

i bring my knees up to my chest as i eat the cereal looking up at the light flashing from my hand as i scroll endlessly on my phone. matt continues journaling and i can’t help but notice his veins appearing through his arm as he wrote quickly. his black tank top and gray sweats don’t help my imaginations, but i quickly snap out of them considering he’s being an asshole.

“hmm, so you have an attitude and staring a problem y/n?”

that’s was my final straw. i quickly slam the now empty cereal bowl into the sink and practically sprint upstairs to nicks bedroom and slam the door. i wasn’t going to spend another second with him until he sorted himself out.

i crawled into nicks silk sheets and bring the blanket up to my chest. i stayed in the bedroom with my back turned from the door. i wasn’t crying. i was frustrated. but that’s the thing with matt. he never admits he’s wrong.

*matts pov*

*slam*

she was being such a brat and i don’t even know why. it was like y/n wanted to get me worked up. i had already gotten into a shitty argument with laura and the managing team about the “lack of effort” i put into videos and her attitude made the situation way worse. i gave her a bit of time before i start to head upstairs. i knock on the door, no answer.

i slowly open the door to see y/n on her phone with her airpods in. she glances at me with an expression i cannot read.

did i seriously mess up that bad? i couldn’t have.

“cmon y/n let’s go to my room and sort this out.”

she takes her airpods out and returns them to the case. “okay.” i walk over to the side of the bed and take her forearm as i guide her downstairs, her following my steps. as i open the door to the room she enters, closing the door behind her and locking it.

*y/n’s pov*

we sit on matt’s bed, facing eachother. i could see his angry expression through his face, but he was trying to hide it.

“look y/n i don’t know what’s up with you, but you need to sort it out, okay? i’ve had a bad day already and your nitpicking isn’t making it any better.”

he’s got to be serious.

“my nitpicking?!” i say raising my voice. “from the second i walked into the door you have shown me nothing but disrespect. you’re being ignorant and selfish matt” my eyes burning from the emotions.

“im not the one who locked themselves in my room to avoid the situation now did i, y/n. now you’re going to get rid of that fucking attitude and quit raising your voice or el-“

“or else what?” i snap, raising my voice even higher.

matt lets out a sigh, almost like an “i told you so” breath. “you asked for it.”

before i could process what he meant, his tattooed covered arm reached to my throat and neck, giving it a squeeze. “you want to act like a fucking slut, then you’re going to take me like a fucking slut.” he growls pinning me to the headboard. his eyes were coated black with a small ring of blue. the hunger on his face growing by the second.

*slap*

“answer me slut, how are you going to take it?”

i was so shocked i didn’t know what to say, but i had to admit, i kinda liked it.

another slap.

“like a slut” i whimpered from the stinging on my left cheek.

“good, you’re going to listen to everything i say and don’t even think about cumming with asking me.”

i nod vigorously.

before i can speak, matt’s lip attach to mine quickly. his tounge explores my mouth as he quickly dominates me. he bites on my bottom lip as he slowly moves to my cheek. then my jaw.

soft moans are leaving my mouth as i tug on his brown locks. “fuck matt just like that” i say squeezing my eyes shut. “yea? you like it when i mark you whore?”

i nod quickly. “use your words or i’ll stop” matt growls between kissing my neck. “yes matt i love it”

i was a moaning mess. matt continued to suck, bite, and lick my neck. he left marks that were going to stay for weeks, maybe even longer.

matt quickly disregards his top and not long after comes to rip mine off. “hm, no bra tonight?” matt smirks before taking my right tit to his mouth. he swirls his tounge around and lightly nibbles it while taking the left and pinching my nipple with his long fingers.

“nnngh it feels so good but i need more matt” i whine underneath him. he pauses his movements and look back at me. “such a needy slut y/n” he replies.

before i could say anything else, he pulls me towards him using while hooking his arms underneath my thighs. matt rips my wide legged sweats off leaving me in just my panties. his face was so close to my throbbing pussy that is could feel his warm breaths on my puffy clit.

“you’re soaked y/n” matt growls.

*slap*

his hand slapped my folds. i let out a pornographic moan from the impact. “who does this pussy belong to?” “you matt, all you”

he chuckled through the whimpers i let out and finally takes my panties off. wasting no time, matt comes in contact with my clit and sucks on it so harshly. his hands came up to my tits, pinching and kneading them.

“mm-matt oh MY GOD” i screech. if he kept this up i would orgasm in no time.

matt stops sucking and lets go of my tits only to use one hand to spread my folds out more and the other hand vigorously rubs my clit.

i started to scream. it felt so good. “MATT UMPH SO GOOD” the knot in my stomach begging to release. “please let me cum” i plead getting hungrier by the second.

“go ahead let it out angel” matt says. with that i quickly release all over the sheets, but this doesn’t stop matt from continuing. “too much matt, i can’t tak-“

“whether you like it or not, you’re going to take it slut. you want to keep arguing with me, this is what you get. shouldn’t have got me so worked up y/n” matt argues. i couldn’t say anything as my swollen clit was getting thrown everywhere.

he finally lets go and i quickly close my legs together. my legs were shaking and i had tears rolling down my cheek. suddenly, i feel matt’s arms separate my legs. “did i fucking say i was done?” i nod my head no, slowly but enough to answer his question. “answer my question y/n”

“n-no you did not” i plead, my eyes and face swollen from the tears due to the overstimulation i was receiving. “yea that’s what i thought”

matt sticks his middle and ring finger into my cunt and wastes no time pumping in and out of me. he lowers his head more as he returns to my clit, nibbling and kissing it. “mmph matt” my hands tug at his messy curls. his eye brows were brushed in every direction and his cheeks were painted with a light pink. he continues pumping into me as my back arches. i was on the verge of passing out due to his movements. i felt his fingers curl up and find my sweet spot.

matt continued to hit my g-spot and i felt the familiar knot return. “C-CLOSE” i whisper being worn out. “hold it.” matt snaps. the blue in his eyes completely disappeared. i couldn’t take it anymore, but i didn’t want it to stop.

matt continues to thrust his fingers into my pussy and rub harshly on my clit as i scream. not taking it anymore, i release all over his fingers.

“didn’t i tell you that you couldn’t cum yet?” matt mumbled. “ c-can’t hold any l-longer” i say as my body is worn out. i feel my body go limp as matt removes his fingers out of my pussy. he gets up and shifts so he’s sitting on the bed. i couldn’t open my eyes but i felt his move up again, this time lifting me up. he places me on his desk chair and throws my legs over each arm chair.

“since you can’t follow simple rules like a good girl, you’re going to take it one more time, and if you don’t hold it, well… i can go all fucking night.” matt snarks. i quickly shoot my eyes open in fear. the thought of going all night sounded intriguing, but i couldn’t even handle two orgasms.

i nod slowly at matt’s remarks and feel his swollen lips come in contact with my neck. his kisses were soft, but passionate. i moan softly at the sudden sensation and my hands reach for his hair one more time. matt begins to slide is gray sweatpants off along with his dark blue boxers. his dick is swollen and his tip was a harsh pink shade, leaking with precum.

with one quick touch, matt slips right into me, considering how wet i was. without letting me adjust matt begins to pound into me. one of his hands crept to my throat giving it a light squeeze while the other hand went to my clit once again rubbing and pinching harshly. “AH i’m t-too sensitive!” i scream my hand quickly trailing to matt’s wrist in attempt to move it away from my lower half. i quickly regret the action when matt’s hand squeezes my throat tighter.

“don’t even think about doing that again” matt says as he continues to push in and out of me. “s-sorry i just can’t take a-anymore” i cry. my face was red and the tears were everywhere. “yes you can. you will.” matt says. after a couple minutes of matt’s actions he lets out a groan. “fuck y/n, i’m close” matt says. both his hands come on either side of the desk chair as he pounds into me. the brown haired boys eyes were screwed shut and his eyebrows furrowed. “m-me too” i manage to say using every last bit of energy in me. “can i please cum matt?” i beg. i’ve been holding it since he began thrusting into me. “do you think you deserve it” matt mumbles. i nod my head quickly before he says “go ahead, cum you whore.”

without waiting any further, i release for the third time that night. matt rails me through my high before he finally reaches his climax. he releases long white strings into my as he removes his cock from inside of me.

finally catching my breath, i feel matt’s present leave the room before he comes back in.

*matts pov*

i return to the room with a towel and water for y/n. she was collapsed on the chair, her legs still spread as both our cums we’re seeping out of her. i walk over and clean her up gently. she winces at the touch and grabs my biceps for support. i smirk at her struggle to open her eyes. i smirk at her struggle to open her eyes. she mumbles something but it was almost inaudible. “speak up baby” i say as i begin to change the sheets. “can’t move” is all y/n can get out of her soft lips.

i quickly finish putting the new sheets on and throw the old ones in the wash. i walk over to my drawer and take out a pair of my boxers and a ransom t-shirt for y/n. picking her up gently, i place her on the bed and lift her legs up to skips the boxers on. i lift her back up and her head quickly fad on my chest and i attempt to put the t-shirt over her head. after i dress her up i walk over and change into a new pair of boxer and blue plaid pajama pants. i grab my hair brush and walk over to y/n.

“you’re hairs a mess baby let me brush it” i chuckle. y/n lets out a soft hum as i brush her beautiful hair . once im finished, i put the hairbrush on the nightstand and lift the covers as i pick y/n up and slips her underneath them. i plant a kiss on her forehead before walking onto the other side of the bed and getting in.

after a moment of silence y/n mumbles “does this mean your not mad at me anymore?” i let out a laugh before replying to her. “of course i’m not mad at you baby i couldn’t even if i tried.” with that, i grab y/n and she throws her legs and arms over me. her head was snuggled in the crook of my neck and i leaned my face at the top of her head as i plant a kiss there.

“my sweet girl, get some rest my love”

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[ilovewomenfr]

can u do a Vi x a bullied! chubby! fem! reader where the reader gets bullied and Vi makes her feel better with taking her virginity and Vi is very experienced while reader is a virgin?

cw: virgin!r, experienced!v, fluff, pretty vanilla, soft sex, body worship, praise kink, porn with a bit of a plot, use of y/n when necessary, reader is shorter than vi, vi lokey just yaps for a bit, pet names, a bit of overstimulation (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), KNEE THING (r!receiving)(YIPPEE!!)

~~~men dni!! 18+~~~

an: i kind of played around with structure and text in this just to get back into the flow of writing. the photo of the outfit is just kind of what i was picturing the reader wearing in the video mentioned. im gonna get the requests out slowly, i havent forgotten about them i just got way more than i expected! i’ve got another one in the works rn as well as my own little ellie fic along with being in school.

You recently posted a tiktok on your pretty small account, only followed by friends and a few random people. It was just a fun little video of you and your girlfriend doing a fit check; you were wearing the cutest maxi skirt and felt confident as hell. That was until the video blew up, raking in thousands of views, which then evidently resulted in several comments about your weight. Of course some of the comments were positive: ‘you guys are so cute together’, ‘omg this is soooo butchfemme i love it’, ‘stunning!!’ But they quickly got overshadowed by all the hate: ‘ew your girlfriend deserves better’, ‘oh she’s fat… gross’, ‘this isn’t cute…’

After your classes you head into your single dorm, setting up to study and trying to ignore the comments that just keep flooding in, some homophobic and some body-shaming. Your phone is blowing up and you seriously just need to focus on school, so you go to put it on do not disturb, the last comment you see in your notifications says ‘people like you don’t deserve love’. That’s the last straw, you sit in front of your laptop as you feel tears building up for the umpteenth time today. Your phone buzzes once more; you reluctantly check it,

vi❤️ - i saw the comments on your video are you okay?

With a deep breath you answer:

can you come over?

Less than ten minutes later she knocks at your door, when you open it she pulls you into a hug, “I’m so sorry y/n” she murmurs, pressing a kiss onto your head, you look up at her, “how much did you see?” Vi shakes her head, “doesn’t matter because none of them are true.” You look up at her, bleary eyed, “how many of them did you read, Vi?” you ask, your voice breaking as you bring her to sit with you on your bed. The two of you sit down as Vi nods her head, her throat bobbing as she swallows, “I saw most of them, and they’re all fucking ridiculous.” she scoffs, “so you don’t agree with them?” Vi turns her head, “are you serious right now babe? Why on earth would I agree with them?” You sniffle and Vi pulls you onto her chest, lying down with you, “Hey, don’t pay attention to those comments, you’re beautiful.” She pulls you in for a kiss. It’s soft and gentle, her hands holding your hips, when she pulls away, she smiles fondly, “I love you, so much. Don’t let random people on the internet get in your head okay? Your body is perfect and who cares if you’ve got curves it just makes everything better.”

With a small smile on your face, your lips meet hers once again, her tongue making its way to meet your own, drawing a hum of desperation from you. Vi flips you while keeping her lips on yours, carefully slotting her leg between yours; quelling the soft ache beginning to form. You pull away, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, “Vi- you know I haven’t-” you whisper, “We don’t have to if you don’t feel rea-” “No! No, I want this, I’m ready.” Vi grins, “yeah?” You bite your cheek and giggle, “Yeah.” “You’re so cute holy shit.”

Vi’s lips crash into yours and her thigh presses against your clothed cunt, your breath hitches, she hasn’t even done anything yet and it already feels worlds better than when you do it yourself. Vi’s tongue delves into your desperately parted lips as if on a journey, swallowing the moans coming from you. Her hands are everywhere, one on your hip, on finding its way up your shirt to brush her thumb over your nipple, eliciting a whine from you. If you weren’t soaked before, you definitely are now. She smiles, tugging your bottom lip with her teeth before her lips find their way onto your neck, finding your pulse point and sucking gently, your breathing gets heavy as Vi trails her lips down to your clavicle; teeth and lips and tongue all along the skin. “Let’s get this off you” she tugs your shirt up- throwing it somewhere in your room once it’s off.

Her blue irises darken at the sight of your tits, “God you’re so gorgeous babe,” Vi squeezes them together and pulls your right nipple into her mouth, tongue swirling and sucking the pebbled skin; “H-holy shit” you gasp, hands finding her pink locks, “haven’t even gotten to the good part yet” she mumbles, a slight chuckle coming from her. Vi does the same on the other side and moves down your stomach, kissing practically every inch of skin, “You’re so pretty y/n” she murmurs against your skin, the pits of your stomach flip-flopping as she finally gets to your waistband. “Can I?” “Please.”

Vi eagerly tugs down your pants, leaving you in a soaked baby pink thong, “Holy shit you’re so wet.” she smiles, amused. You bite your lip as Vi runs her thumb along the fabric, “o-oh” your voice comes out as a breathy moan, heart racing as she starts teasing your clit ever so slightly through your underwear. She pulls her hand away and runs the both of them up your thighs, “why’d you stop?” Vi just grins, swiftly tugging down the fabric, pupils blown out. “Oh my god.” the words sound so desperate, without any warning she pulls your legs over her shoulder, “you’ve got a pretty pussy,” her breath fans across the wet curls. Vi looks up at you, ensuring to make eye contact before she licks your aching cunt from the bottom to the top then focusing her tongue on your clit, drawing a whine from you, “Viii.” You feel her smiling as she rolls her tongue perfectly against you. It feels better than anything you could do yourself. The soft licks gradually get stronger until she’s flicking your clit and your nails are digging into her scalp.

“Oh fuuck” whines are escaping you without any control and it’s only egging her on, “Fuuuck Vi!” you try to squeeze your legs around her head but she pushes them back open, her middle finger tracing around your entrance before gently curling it into you, “Holy hnghh shit!” your back arches as her slender finger pushes into you repeatedly, Vi laps at your clit again, a soft moan coming from her and sending vibrations up your body. “More pleaase babe” you beg and feel her smile against you. She adds a second finger, filling you up, and your moans become pornographic at the dual stimulation she’s providing you. Vi’s fingers are grazing your g-spot perfectly and you think you might have already came a couple times but you’re so in the moment you don’t know or care. Your pussy is squelching obscenely with every movement of Vi’s fingers, soft moans leaving her as well. “Vi I think I’m gonna cum!” you grasp onto her hair and you hips buck as you clench around her, resulting in more moans from Vi. You feel yourself shaking as she slips her hands out but keeps licking at your drenched cunt like it’s the air she breathes, sucking onto your clit like she’s never going to get this opportunity again. “Vi! I- mhh too much!” you push her head away from your pussy. She smiles lazily, her chin sheen with slick, “You taste so good, got carried away” she giggles, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. “Wow.” you breathe out as Vi wraps her arms around your waist, “You okay?” she asks as she holds your face, resting her forehead on yours as you nod, she kisses your nose softly, “I love you so much” you smile for the umpteenth time tonight, “I love you more.” After a few moments Vi sits up from the bed, “Where are you going?” “Gonna grab a towel so I can clean you up, stay here okay?” she kisses your forehead. The two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms shortly after.

[harringtonstilinski]

Armageddon It - Eddie Munson (Smut)

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 6,537 Warnings: fluff, squint super hard for angst, mentions of a jealous chrissy, Requested: no | yes; i'm gonna say yes on this. it's really a challenge i'm doing with @stevesxyellowxsweater! Smut (Minors DNI): no | yes, 18+; oral (f receiving), protected m+f, let me know if i missed anything A/N: Hi, friends! After about 4 or so months of writing, SHE'S FINALLY HERE!! Also, The Upside Down doesn't exist in this, bye! If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

eddie munson masterlist

eddie munson playlist

“Edward Wayne!!”

A smirk crossed your friend's face, his eyes never leaving the neck of his Sweetheart, his guitar. “Yes?”

Your body stood in the doorway of his room, a boisterous laughter coming from the living room. “You’re in fucking trouble.”

“Why is Wayne laughing?” He won’t lie, it was nice hearing his uncle laughing like he was. Eddie hadn’t heard him laugh like that in a long time.

“Because you’re in fucking trouble.”

Chuckling, he set his guitar down. “Okay, sweets. What’s up?”

“Can you please tell me why the hell everyone at that godforsaken video store has asked me about your hips?” Crossing your arms, you gave him the most seriously stern face you could muster, leaning your weight on one of your legs, an eyebrow raised.

Wayne laughed harder, which made Eddie cackle, his head thrown back. “And how were my hips?”

“Eddie!” you chastised. “What the fuck?” Holding your arms out to the side, you scoffed. “Do you realize what people are insinuating?”

“That we’ve had sex?”

“Hey now!” Wayne said. “Let’s not talk like that.” You heard a small squeak before the front door opened. “I’ll sit on the porch if you wanna have that talk.” He chuckled on his way out.

Sitting on his bed with your back facing Eddie, you sighed and dropped your head into your hands. “Eddie! We can’t have people thinking we’re fucking. It’s not right.”

A sort of sad look crossed Eddie’s features, his eyes casting downward, looking at a random spot on the back of your shirt. “I’m sorry, sweets.”

Sighing again, you removed your hands, turning to bring your leg up on the bed, bending it at the knee. Looking at Eddie with a somber look, you took his features. Bringing up a hand, you cupped his cheek, his eyes casting up to look into yours. “It’s okay. I wasn’t expecting it. It literally took me by surprise.”

“Just so you know,” Eddie said, seriousness in his eyes. “I didn’t start that rumor. It had to have been someone else.”

Thinking it over for a moment, you wracked your brain about who could’ve started the rumor, coming to the conclusion with a sigh, dropping your hand to a hard but soft surface as you closed your eyes. “Fucking Cunningham.”

“Chrissy started that rumor?”

Standing from his bed, you started pacing the length of the mattress, hands in your hair. “Jealous fucking ex is what she is. God, I can’t stand her. We’ve been out of school for, what? Two years?”

“You’ve been out for two, I’ve been out for one.”

“Whatever! Gah- I can’t believe she’d want to spread a rumor like that! Who does she think she is?! Miss fucking Priss, is what she is!” You were ranting so fast and almost way too loud that you didn’t notice Eddie standing in front of you until you felt hands on your shoulders, stopping your pacing.

“Hey. Sweets. Calm down. She’s just jealous. She broke up with me because I was apparently spending more time with you than her, remember?” Eddie said, bringing up his hand to brush some hair behind your ear. “No need to freak out.”

“I’m trying,” you sighed. “It’s just hard because I’ve done nothing to her and she’s just… her.”

“Jealous.”

“Hey, kids!” Wayne called out. “You two hungry? It’s almost dinner time.”

Looking off to the side, you thought about it for a moment, realizing that you haven’t eaten in a while. “Yeah, I could eat.” You looked at Eddie, shrugging before turning to walk back down the hallway to the kitchen where Wayne was now standing. “What’cha cooking up, Wayne?”

“Oh, I was thinking of either some burgers or some tacos,” Wayne answered, looking into the refrigerator.

Lightly gasping, your eyes went wide. “Can I help make whatever? I mean, I can actually make whichever one for you.”

“Oh, darlin-”

“Nope,” you said, stepping up to him, placing a hand on his back. “You do a lot for Eddie.”

Wayne grabbed the pack of ground meat from the fridge, placing it on the counter. “You too, darlin’. Don’t forget that.”

“When I’m here. Let me help. Please? You can kick your feet up, watch some tv, drink a beer or two. Just relax, Wayne, please. For me?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, bottom lip poking out.

The older Munson man just chuckled, reopening the fridge to grab a beer, tilting it at you with that Munson smirk. “You got it. Make whichever one you want. I’m good with either one of them.” Smiling, you said, “Okay,” as your eyes watched him walk to his chair, kicking the foot rest up and deeply sighing. “Eddie!”

“Yes?”

Jumping at how close his voice was, you turned to face him, hand up at your sternum. “Don’t do that.”

“Sorry,” he quietly laughed. “What’s up, sweets?”

“Hamburgers or tacos?” Not waiting for him to answer, you turned on your heel to the cabinet where you knew the spices were kept, humming when you didn’t see any taco seasoning. “Shit. We need taco seasoning.”

“I was gonna say hamburgers, but tacos works, too,” Eddie said, Wayne holding up his beer to add, “I was gonna say the same thing!”

Grabbing your keys from the small kitchen table, you sighed, “You Munson men. I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll go with you. Wayne, care if I go with her?”

“Nope. Just don’t get into trouble,” Wayne replied, eyes glued to the tv that was already on when you had arrived.

“Awesome,” Eddie smiled, turning his head to watch your retreating form move to your car. “Thanks, Wayne.” He quickly walked out of the trailer, calling out your name, your head turning at the sound of his voice. “Let’s take the van. I feel like a giant in your tiny ass car.”

Shaking your head, you snickered, moving around both your car and his van to reach the passenger side door, finding it already open for you, Eddie standing there with his hand out to help you in.

“M’lady.”

“You’re such a dork,” you softly laughed. Once he closed the door and moved around the vehicle, you buckled yourself in, looking at his collection of metal tapes lying everywhere on the van’s floor. When you found one you knew he bought for you, you picked it up and held it up.

“I’m not listening to Pyromania again.”

“It’s not that one. It is Def Leppard, though.”

Eddie sighed, taking the tape from your hand to read the title of the album, looking at you with small distaste. 

“Oh, come on! It has like three of my favorite songs on it!”

“Name them,” he said, turning the case over to look at the track listing on the back.

“Love Bites, Hysteria, and Pour Some Sugar On Me.”

He looked at you for a moment before sighing, “Fuck,” and putting the tape in after ejecting the Dio album he was listening to. Once the songs started to play and you were happy, he backed out of the small front yard to the small bit of road the trailer park provided to drive toward town. “So, I was thinking about something.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Shut up,” he chuckled. “About this rumor. Maybe we should… I don’t know, put it to bed and make it true?”

If you were drinking something, you’d for sure either choke on it or spit it out all over your part of the dashboard. “What?”

“Let’s do it! Let’s make the rumor true.”

“Well, damn, Munson, now every time we hang out, I’m gonna anticipate it.”

“Good,” he said, smirking to himself. He pulled into the parking lot of the local grocery store, the both of you getting out and walking side by side into the store.

As you walked through the aisles, you picked up what you thought you’d need for your meal; taco shells, sour cream, tomatoes to dice up, green onion to chop for garnish and cheese. Once everything was in your arms, you both dropped them onto the conveyor belt at the checkout counter to pay.

Eddie insisted on paying for everything with his ‘business money’, but you told you got it and for him to not worry about it, that it was your treat. When you paid and got your paper bags from the cashier, you both loaded back up in the van and drove back to the Munson trailer.

“Wayne! We’re… back,” you said, looking at Wayne’s sleeping form. You felt Eddie’s chest crash into your back, a hand on your shoulder.

“Sweets, wha–” Eddie started.

“Shut up, Wayne fell asleep.”

Eddie looked at his uncle, seeing that he was indeed sleeping. He walked into the kitchen as quietly as he could, setting the bags down on the counter to take the items out of the bag. Just as you set the bag from your hands on the counter, Eddie had turned toward the fridge, taking the pack of protein from its spot on the cold shelf to set it on the counter.

“If you’re gonna be in here with me while I cook, I need your hair up and out of your face,” you said, taking half of your own hair to secure it with a hair tie you always had on your wrist. After tightening the hair tie, you gave Eddie a stern look as he perched himself onto the counter.

“Alright. Do you have an extra hair tie?” he asked, lacing his fingers together to rest them in between his knees.

“Eddie, you have a million floating around here.”

“Yeah, but none of them are yours.” He gave you a cheeky grin with a wink.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, turning on your heel to walk into the shared bathroom. Right there on the counter was the hair tie you had left a couple of days prior. Sighing exasperatedly, you grabbed it and exited the bathroom, only to be met with Eddie’s hair being tied into a low bun at the nape of his neck, the younger Munson man moving around the stove. “Wha– I was gonna do that!”

“Quiet, love,” he murmured. “Don’t wanna wake Wayne up.” At the mention of his uncle, you both heard a small snore coming from the living room, quiet snickers coming from both of you once you looked at each other.

“Okay,” you said, quietly. “We need to try and be quiet. Which is gonna be… a challenge considering that when you cook ground meat– Eddie!”

As you were trying to explain to him about being quiet, he went ahead and started cooking, the sizzle from the meat growing louder with every passing second.

“It’s okay, sweets. I do this all the time. He’ll wake up when one of two things happen; I wake him up by simply saying it’s ready, or he’ll wake up on his own accord when the noises die out.”

“So, you’ve done this before?” you asked, generously curious.

Eddie looked at you, his eyes softer than what you’ve ever seen. “Every night.”

“Wow,” you whispered. “I never knew that.”

“You always dip out before when I ask about you staying.”

Following your instincts, you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle, your cheek pressed to his back. “That’s amazing of you, Eds. But I like this side of you.”

He turned his head over his shoulder, letting you know that he was still engaged in the conversation. “What side?”

“Domestic,” you replied, slightly smiling. “Super kind, even though I knew that. Always thinking of others, putting them before yourself.”

“And how do you figure that last one?”

“Putting others before yourself?”

“Yeah.”

“You just… put their needs before your own. I can’t describe it. You’re just… not what people say you are.”

“A freak?”

“Well,” you said, moving to stand beside him, your arms still around his waist as his own arm went around your shoulders. “You are a freak, but… they say you’re mean and scary, but you’re just… not. You’re kind and thoughtful. You’re always willing to help those who need it, even if other people can’t see that. You have an amazing heart. You’re helping Wayne out with money, even if I don’t totally agree with it.”

Eddie snickered, neither of you realizing that your soft voices roused Wayne from his small sleep, the man unmoving as he listened in. “Yeah, well, I’ve had help in that department.”

“No, no. You’ve always done that, even before I came along.”

Hugging you tighter to his side, he slightly smiled at you, looking into your beautiful eyes that he always got lost in. “You’ve made me want to be a better person.”

You smiled and looked at the cooking meat in the pan, taking the spatula from his hand, breaking the meat up a little more while flipping and stirring it to make sure all the pink was gone from it. “Tell me more, Eds. This soft side of you is one of my favorite sides you show.”

“What’s the other?” He was more than curious about this turn of conversation.

“Your Dungeon Master side.” You reluctantly removed yourself from his hold to grab the strainer from the lower cabinet, placing it inside the sink before taking the pan from the stove to pour the meat into it. Waiting just a couple of minutes before putting it back into the pan, you gathered the other ingredients for the meal, mixing the seasoning packet with the amount of water it needed.

Eddie leaned against the corner of the counter, crossing his arms, watching you work this time. “You like it when I play Dungeon Master?”

Nodding in response, you placed the meat and seasoning mixture back into the pan, the sizzle sounding through the trailer once more. “Yup. That’s part of your element and I love seeing that. I love seeing–”

“Go to Benny’s with me.”

Looking at him with furrowed brows, you were utterly confused. “Now? Eddie, we’re cook–”

“No, no, not tonight,” he said, shaking his hands. “Saturday. Let me take you–”

“On a date?” you asked, your eyebrows shooting into your hairline. “You wanna take me on a date?”

“Yeah, why not? Let’s start putting that rumor to bed on Saturday.”

Thinking about what he said previously about putting the rumor to bed, your brows softened, a mischievous smile crossing your lips. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

The both of you finished cooking the tacos, as well as cutting the toppings up in sync with each other. It amazed you how well you both danced around each other, almost as if you choreographed it yourself.

Once it was done, you told Wayne it was time to chow down, which he gladly but slowly got up from his chair to sit at the table with Eddie. You opted to perch yourself up on the counter that was closest to the table, being able to engage in their conversation, laughing when they said or did something that you thought was hilarious.

When the three of you were finished eating with absolutely no food left over, you told the Munson men to sit back and relax so that you could clean up, which wasn’t much. Eddie tried to help you dry the dishes, but you just smacked his hand away, telling him to sit his ass down.

Eddie had grabbed himself a beer, as well as another one for Wayne, handing it to him before going into his room, laying down on his bed, his back resting against the wall behind him, watching as you walked in.

Trying to figure out where to sit, you looked around his room, seeing it was a little askew.

“Don’t you think about it,” he said. “It’s organized chaos.”

“But can you find the heavy stuff?” you asked, raising a brow at his silence. “That’s what I thought.” You busied yourself by tidying his room, putting his dirty laundry in a pile to be washed, folding the clean clothes and putting them in his drawers… after folding them up. “Am I gonna have to come over once a week and tidy up for you?”

Eddie chuckled, setting his beer down on the table beside his bed, the contents almost gone before he moved to the edge of his mattress, mimicking your position from earlier. “Come here,” he quietly said, holding a hand out for you.

Taking it, you couldn’t help but feel the sparks shoot through your arm, but you elected to ignore them as he guided you to sit in from him. 

“I just wanted to say thanks,” he said, softly. “For helping make dinner, cleaning up the dishes as well as my room.” He chuckled at his own statement, your own chuckle mingling with his. “You’re really the best person I could’ve ever asked to be a friend.”

“A best friend?” you asked, smiling wide with your brows raised.

“Yeah,” he lightly laughed. “A best friend.”

After that conversation, you and Eddie cuddled on his bed, something you always did after you stayed for dinner, the two of you talking about anything and everything for a couple of hours. At the sound of the shower running, you sighed. 

“I guess that’s my cue,” you whispered, subconsciously drawing random circles on his shirt.

Eddie held you tighter, groaning in protest. “Noooooooooo! Don’t go.”

Laughing, you balled his shirt in your fist, your cheek squishing on his clothed chest.  “I have to! I have to work in the morning.”

“Tell everyone that comes in tomorrow that you're putting the rumor to bed.”

You chuckled a little, trying your best to sit up. “Will do, boss.”

It was Eddie’s turn to reluctantly let you go, the both of you sitting up and getting off the bed. Like a true gentleman, he walked you out of the trailer and to your car. “Thanks for staying for dinner, sweets.”

“I enjoyed it,” you replied, looking at him with a soft smile. You could feel the tension between the two of you, wanting to just plant your lips on his, but knowing you couldn’t. “Well, I, uhh, I guess I should go.”

Eddie groaned in protest, making you giggle.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow after my shift for a little while like always.”

“It’s like you live here.”

“I might as well. We all know that my home life isn’t what I enjoy.” 

You grew up like your other best friend, Steve Harrington. Rich parents, big house, always by yourself. On those days or weeks that your parents were off with Steve’s, you’d both switch off between staying at each other’s houses.

Just like with Steve and Robin, you and him were strictly platonic, if not just as platonic as they were. You liked the relationship you and Steve held. No expectations held between the two of you, other than… being best friends.

“I know, sweets,” Eddie whispered, bringing a hand up to your cheek, holding it in his palm. “Call me and let me know you made it home safe?”

“Eddie–”

“Wayne’ll be fine,” he interrupted. “He’s working nights at the moment, remember?”

Closing your eyes with a squint, you remembered what his shifts were like; a few weeks on day shift, a few weeks on night shift. You felt bad for Wayne’s sleep schedule, the man getting sleep where he could.

As if he sensed his name being mentioned, Wayne walked out of the trailer, lunchbox in hand. “Well, kids, looks like I’m heading off for the night. You two stay out of trouble.”

“Eddie? Getting into trouble? Never,” you joked.

All Eddie could do was give you a deadpan expression. “Oh, ha ha ha. Very funny.” He looked at his uncle, softness in his eyes. “Don’t worry, Wayne. I’ll be fine.”

“Same words, different day,” the older Munson chuckled. “I’ll see ya in the morning, boy.”

Eddie just smiled and patted his uncle on the shoulder, watching as he got into his rundown car and drove off to work. He was always worried about his uncle and that shitbox he drove, but at least it got him from Point A to Point B. Sighing, Eddie looked back down at you, seeing the somber look on your face.

“He’s gonna be okay,” you softly said. “He’ll get there fine.”

“I know,” he sighed, again, wrapping his arms around you. “I just worry.”

Releasing a deep breath as you wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed your face into his chest, you responded, “It’s okay to worry, Eds,” before moving your head to the side, your cheek pressing where your nose just was. “But you’re gonna worry yourself to death. He’s a grown man, he can take care of himself.”

Perching your chin on his sternum, you looked up at him as he looked down at you. “I know. Thanks.”

“For what?”

“Being here for us. He’s not very good with words, but I know he appreciates it.”

“Who knows, maybe one day I’ll move in and cook dinner for you two all the time, and make sure your laundry is kept up.” You were joking, but something in Eddie’s mind told him that didn’t sound like a bad idea. “Listen, I would love to stay and keep you company, but unfortunately, my parents are home for the next few days. They’d be pissed if I wasn’t home to greet them.”

Eddie raised a brow at you. “Can I level with you?”

“Sure.”

“They wouldn’t be pissed, and I think… you’re just telling yourself that… to try and make yourself feel better.”

He had a good point. Steve had said the same thing about his own parents at one point when you all were at a party together.

“Okay, fine,” you groaned. “I really don’t wanna go home.”

“Then don’t. Come back inside. Let’s put–”

“I swear, if you say let’s put the rumor to bed one more time, I’m gonna pluck every single strand of hair from your hair.”

Eddie chuckled, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “I was gonna say, rude ass, let’s put on a movie… and if we happen to put the rumor to bed, we put the rumor to bed.”

“Edward Wayne, you might just be a genius,” you smiled. You couldn’t deny that you had a small crush on him. I mean, who wouldn’t! Everyone in town sees him as a freak, but to you… he’s just Eddie. Sweet, fun-loving, guitar playing Eddie who adores his uncle and Hellfire friends more than anything.

You were already feeling a little tired, so agreeing to Eddie’s offer of watching a movie seemed like the next best thing. As you walked back into the trailer, you set your stuff back down on the small kitchen table before walking to the couch, plopping yourself down while releasing a deep breath before yawning, “What did you want to watch?”

“None of that rom-com shit you like to watch,” he chuckled.

“Well, none of that horror shit you like to watch,” you retorted, smiling at the end to show him that you were joking.

He chuckled, sitting down next to you after he popped a movie into the player, the remote in his hand. Putting his arm around the back of the couch, he smirked, the trailers playing on the screen, the brightness of the screen lighting up his features.

Looking from him back to the tv, you groaned, a small bit of fear crossing your features. “Eddie. I hate this movie. Why would you pick this movie?”

“What’s wrong with this movie?” he asked, tapping his heels on the floor, his legs having been spread since he sat down.

“It’s fucking creepy!” you whined. “And I feel bad for the little piggie!”

“Well, I, for one, like the Horned King.”

“Of course you would. The Black Cauldron is right up your freaking alley.” Crossing your arms, you scrunch your brows, wallowing in your discomfort causing Eddie to lightly chuckle to himself.

Not ten minutes into the film, and you were burying your face into Eddie’s shoulder, your hands up by your cheek. “Oh, fuck!” you exclaimed. This made Eddie chuckle, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, making your face go from his shoulder to his chest, your eyes peeking out from between your fingers. 

“Turn it off, turn it off,” you whimpered as the Horned King spoke on screen.

“How I’ve thirsted to be a god,” the Horned King said.

“You’re fucking creepy as shit, man! You’re no god! You’re just a devil with horns!”

Laughing, Eddie tightened his grip on your shoulders. “That’s the point, babe.” He didn’t mean to use the nickname, it just slipped out. Not that it didn’t feel good rolling off of his tongue.

You looked at him, the movie long forgotten in your mind as you looked at his profile. Bringing your hand up to cup his cheek, you moved his head to cast his eyes down at you, which he did after seeing the screen from the corner of his eyes. “Call me that again,” you whispered.

“What? Babe?” he asked just as quietly.

Nodding, you sat up a little straighter. “I think I’d rather put that rumor to bed now.”

“It’s like you read my mind, sweets.” Without missing a beat, Eddie leaned his head down just as you were sitting up a little more, your lips connecting in a searing kiss that had fireworks and butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

The kiss was everything you had dreamed it would be as you moved to straddle his hips, your hands cupping his cheeks as Eddie’s hands went to your hips. Capturing his bottom lip between yours, you let out  a soft breath before pulling back.

At the same time you moved your hands to his neck, Eddie’s hands moved from your hips to your cheeks, his big palms cupping your face as your foreheads pressed together. “Damn, sweets,” Eddie breathed. “You know how long I’ve been thinking about that?”

“Forever?” you asked, softly. Lightly rubbing your thumbs on his neck, you pulled back just a little to look into his chocolate brown eyes. “Because I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time.”

“Dreaming about what?”

Well, you can’t turn back now as you decided to just lay it all out on the table. “About you being slotted between my legs, your cock buried so deep inside of me that I could cum just from that alone. I’ve dreamt about your face between my thighs–” 

You felt yourself being lifted from the couch, your legs going around Eddie’s waist as the man in question walked towards his bedroom, making sure the door was locked beforehand as you continued, “- as your tongue and fingers work on my wet, aching core to the point where I have push your face away from how sensitive you made me.”

Eddie groaned as he kicked his bedroom door shut, laying you down on the bed to hover over you. “Keep going, princess.”

“I’ve dreamt of you fucking me from behind, me riding you, us laying on our sides facing each other, you buried to the hilt inside of me. Even me laying on my stomach with you hovering over me, making me feel so fucking good.”

“Shit,” Eddie whispered, working on the buttons of your jeans while his lips worked on your neck.

Quietly gasping at the feeling of his hand working its way down the front of your jeans, you kept up with your words. “I’ve dreamt about making you feel good, Eddie. My mouth around your tip, hollowing my cheeks as I take all that I can into my mouth, wrapping my hand around what I can’t fit - shit.”

Your words were cut off by the feel of Eddie’s finger sliding through your already wet folds, teasing your entrance. “So wet for me,” he muttered against your neck. “You always this wet when you think about me, princess?”

Moaning, you answered, “Yes. Always.” Burying your head into the mattress beneath your head, you moaned again, feeling a rush of pleasure surging through you at the feel of his slender digit finally making contact with your aching bud. Needing something to hold on to for the moment, you reached your hand up, lightly grasping Eddie’s curly brown tendrils. 

“Eddie,” you breathed. “Need you.”

“Need me where, princess?”

“Mouth. Core. Now.”

A light chuckle sounded from Eddie before a sad whimper through the air from you at the removal of his touch. Before you could protest, he placed a kiss to your lips, working on the button and zipper of your jeans. “Oh, don’t worry, princess. I’m getting there.”

Feeling his body being removed from your own, you looked at him, a pout on your lips as he sat up straight, taking your jeans with him. Eddie looked at you, a smirk on his face. “Don’t worry, m’lady. I’m getting there.”

A sigh fell from your lips as you watched him remove your panties from your hips, dropping them to the floor with your jeans with a soft thud. Gliding his hands up your calves to your knees, you closed your eyes, softly moaning with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

The next sensation had you gasping and looking down, seeing nothing but the top of Eddie’s glorious hair as he started his feast on your core. “Fuck, Eddie,” you whispered.

He leaned back just a tad to look up at you as he worked his magical tongue over your sensitive bud. Pulling off of your core for just a second, he brought his fingers to where his mouth was, softly working his fingers over your core to continue the sensation his tongue had brought. “You like that, babe?”

Nodding, you hummed your agreement, bringing a hand to his hair to thread your fingers through them softly. “Yes,” you whispered. 

Eddie leaned his head against your inner thigh, smiling up at you softly as he inserted one finger into your entrance. “Ready for your fantasy to be brought to life?”

“Fuck yes, Eddie, please,” you groaned before he chuckled. 

Without saying another word, he brought his mouth down on your clit, gently sucking on the bud as he worked his finger in and out of you at a delicious pace. Halting his sucking for just a moment, he watched himself as he brought another finger to your entrance, inserting that finger into you as well, your moans like music to his ears.

No words were exchanged as he worked his fingers in and out of your core and his tongue and mouth on your clit, groans coming from both of you; your groans and moans of pleasure, his groans at your sounds.

“Fuck, Eddie, I’m gonna cum,” you said, using your free hand to grab at his pillow. He saw that and didn’t like it, so instead, he adjusted himself before reaching for your hand that was on his head and laced your fingers with his as you brought your free hand down to his head.

Your breaths quickened as Eddie worked his absolute magic, working you to your release. With your head digging into the pillows, you let out a loud moan as your climax hit. While it felt glorious, you wanted to see Eddie’s face and the smug grin that you were sure he was wearing.

When you looked down, you smiled and chuckled, seeing that exact look on his face. “Enjoy that, babe?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled. “I think you’ve got me tongue drunk.”

Chuckling, he placed a kiss to the top of your clit before moving his lips back up your body, taking your shirt with him. As he brought it up over your head, Eddie lifted your arms, holding your wrists in place as he looked down at your breasts, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra.

“Take it off,” you whispered, watching him push it up to reveal your skin to him, his eyes having landed on your perky nipples. Before you could say or even think of any other words to say, a moan escaped your throat, your head digging back into the pillows at the feeling of Eddie’s mouth around your nipple. “Eddie!”

With a soft pop, he released your perky bud, looking you dead in the eyes. “How do you want me?” he asked, reaching towards his jeans button and zipper, the latter sounding as he unzipped his pants, pushing them down his legs the best he could.

“Inside. Now. I can’t wait any longer. I need you, Eds.”

“Shit, babe,” he muttered, standing to rid himself of his clothes and to retrieve a condom. He started to climb back up his bed to hover over you at the same time you rid yourself of your shirt. Lining himself up after rolling the condom down his shaft, he looked at you. “Ready?”

“More than ready.”

He nodded slightly, looking back down at your entrance to guide himself to your aching core. As soon as the tip of his cock touched your pussy, it was game over. You both moaned at the feeling of him inserting himself.

You gasped and looked down at where the two of you were connected as soon as he buried to the hilt as he groaned in pure pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he muttered. “I’m not even sure I’ll last that long.”

“I don’t care if you last the next four milliseconds,” you said. “I love the way you feel me up.”

With that, Eddie slowly pulled out before all but slamming back into you before doing it again… and again and again and again and again causing you to be a writhing mess under him. Eddie did all he could to hold himself above you, his arm muscles growing the tiniest bit weak.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel so good, I might cum in the next three pumps.”

“Fuuu–” Your words were cut off with a small yelp at Eddie’s fingers rubbing your clit, your walls starting to flutter around him. “Eddie, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop!”

And he didn’t. He didn’t stop rubbing at your clit until you came around his cock, and he in the condom. Eddie didn’t move for a good minute or two, panting above you. “Shit, babe.”

When he pulled out to dispose of the condom, the both of you hissed, your core feeling like he fucked you absolutely raw. “Don’t move,” Eddie whispered. “I’ll be right back.”

Nodding, you watched as his form retreated from the room, calling out Wayne’s name just to be sure he didn’t come back home early. When neither of you heard his voice, Eddie looked at you and gave you a curt nod before exiting his bedroom, a small laugh playing on your lips.

As you heard the water in the bathroom running, you sighed and closed your eyes, content with how things were playing when an overwhelming thought crossed your mind; what did this mean for the two of you? Were you two together; like boyfriend and girlfriend, or were you two just now friends with benefits?

Those thoughts scared you, as did Eddie when he came into the room, a warm wash cloth in hand. “Spread ‘em,” he said, softly. You did as he asked, gasping at the feeling of him cleaning you up.

Once the cloth was discarded, he crawled up the bed to lay beside you with a smile on his face, but when he looked at the expression on your face, his smile immediately died. “babe, what’s wrong?”

“Just–” you sighed. “What are we now?” Looking at him, you couldn’t help but feel bad at bringing this up right after he fucked you into oblivion. “I just– I wanna be with you, Eddie, but that stupid, annoying voice in the back of my head is saying that you don’t want to be with me, too, which I know wouldn’t be the case if you just fucked me like a damn god.”

Eddie chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “babe, I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” Cupping your cheek, he continued his words. “When I saw you, I said to myself, ‘damn, I want this girl. She’s perfect, even with her nose stuck in a book.’”

Laughing, you covered his hand with yours, looking into his eyes with all the adoration in the world. “You still want me even though I still have my nose books?”

With a soft smile, he replied, “Always.”

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As you walked into Family Video with Eddie a few weeks later, you spotted Chrissy in the rom-com section of the store, her head tilting up from looking at the second shelf. When her eyes locked with yours, she rolled hers and looked back down for a moment before casting her eyes upward, looking at you and Eddie once more.

Eddie saw this and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple before walking over to the horror section, which just so happened to be right behind the rom-com section.

As Chrissy turned to look at the shelves behind her, what she saw made her let out a deep, annoyed breath; you and Eddie were locking lips, not in a high school makeout session, but more of a sweet kiss.

The two of you only broke apart once you heard a throat being cleared. “Can you two please move this somewhere else?” Robin whispered. “You’re going to scare away our customers.”

“Remember that rumor from a few weeks ago about Eddie and I hooking up?” you asked, to which Robin nodded. “Well, Chrissy started that rumor, so Eddie and I put it to bed and… well, now we’re together!”

“Nice, but please, keep it to a minimum,” she asked, turning to walk back to the front counter.

Smiling, you shook your head and turned to look at the selection of tapes in front of you.

“Listen, I know horror isn’t your thing, but I brought you over here to just kiss you in front of Chrissy,” Eddie said, softly.

“So, does this mean I get to go look at comedies now?” you asked, looking up at your boyfriend with a smile on your face. 

Chuckling, he said, “Sure thing, babe.”

Walking away, you groaned, “God, I love it when you call me that.”

As Eddie walked behind you to the comedy section, he started humming one of your newest favorites songs off of Def Leppard’s Hysteria album. “Gimme all of you lovin’, Gimme all that you got, Ev’ry bit of you lovin’, Never want it to stop, Yeah but are you gettin’ it? Armageddon it! Ooh, really gettin’ it? Yes, Armageddon it!”

Hearing Eddie humming that song had you bursting out in laughter, head tilted back. The second, third, and even fourth time the two of you had rolled around in the sheets, that particular song played. Every. Single. Time.

So, Eddie being Eddie, hummed or sang it every time he wanted take in that particular activity, and you would always respond with a lyric from the song, just like you did now.

“Yes, Armageddon it!”

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Bound by Winter (Spencer Agnew x fem! Reader) Part 5

Word count: 6500+

Warnings: Language, slow burn, there are also switches from first person to third person point of views to give a glimpse of what happening in Spencer's head some, drinking and getting drunk, small mentions of throwing up (nothing graphic on that though because I can't even stand that), mentions of nudity and sex, Spencer finally falling for the reader?? MAYBE!!

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Also, the timeline in the beginning may be a bit confusing. The very beginning picks up right after the reader gets the letter from Spencer, and it's the same day that the battle happens, and Spencer receives the letter that same night. I hope that makes sense.

My breakfast had run cold as I wrote a letter back to Spencer, hoping that the storm wouldn’t delay the raven. However, I still scarfed it down quickly and dressed in my trousers and tunic once again to meet Lady Courtney in the training yard after I brought the letter to the Maester. 

I was running behind after getting the letter sent off and wasn’t paying attention as I rushed through the halls trying to make it to where Lady Courtney was surely already waiting for me. I rounded a corner and ran smack into Septa Amanda. 

“Umph, my apologies, Septa,” I said, my voice coming out rushed. 

“It’s quite alright, My Lady, but I must ask, where are you off to in such a haste?... And dressed like that? It’s not proper for a lady to wear trousers often.” She said. 

“I’ve taken up sword training with Lady Courtney. It’s quite difficult to train in heavy dresses.” I said, feeling like a child being scolded. 

“Yes, I saw you two yesterday.” She said, sounding disappointed. 

“With all due respect, are you spying on me, Septa?” I asked. 

“I’ve been watching over you. It’s not the same. But swordplay, my lady? With a bannerman’s daughter and not a proper armsmaster?” 

“Lady Courtney offered to train with me. I don’t see any of the men providing the same offer.” I pointed out, “Besides, I am not one to sit quietly while a war brews outside my door.” 

Septa Amanda fought a smile, “Spoken like a true Northern Lady. Forgive me, I wasn’t trying to sound disapproving… I believe some of Lord Agnew's old clothes are somewhere around here. I can alter them to fit you so you have more options to wear to train, if you'd like?” She offered. 

I was taken aback for a moment before smiling back at her, “That would be lovely. Thank you, Septa.” 

“Of course, now get going. Don’t want to keep Lady Courtney waiting.” She said. 

I nodded as I continued past her to the training grounds. When I got there, Lady Courtney was in fact waiting for me. 

“You’re late.” She said. 

“Sorry, got held up with Septa Amanda… got scared she was going to chew me out for training with you,” I admitted, grabbing my sparring sword. 

Courtney laughed, “Oh, don’t let her fool you. She’s like the momma bear of the keep. She’s big on tough love, but she wants you to be happy.” 

I sighed, “Well, she got me good.” 

I raised my sword and adjusted my grip as Courtney took her stance. Soon, the air was filled with the sound of our wooden sparring swords whacking against one another… and the occasional grunt from me when I failed to block one of her strikes, and the blow was delivered to some part of my body. 

We continued to train into the early afternoon. Eventually, though, we had to call it quits as I had a few duties to attend to before I went to bed. However, the next morning brought the same thing as I met her to train once again. 

Just as I was getting the hang of things and had her sword locked with mine, horns sounded. Riders were approaching. She took the opportunity of my distraction to swipe my feet out from under me, causing me to fall as she pointed her sword to my throat. 

“Tsk tsk, never get distracted, My Lady. You get distracted, you get stabbed.” She said, removing her wooden sword and offering me a hand up. 

“Sorry, but the horns… do you think?” I asked, trying not to get my hopes up. 

“Possibly.” 

Then, as if on cue, Ser Damien passed by, “The army is returning!” 

There was no time for me to change. I went off to ensure those in charge of tending to the wounded were prepared and that the stables were stocked for the returning horses. I also had to inform the kitchens so that a proper meal could be prepared for the returning men. Once everything was in order, I waited… I had intended to meet him in the courtyard, but after our awkward departure, I didn’t want to do it in front of prying eyes. Ser Damien had also informed me that Spencer preferred to stable his horse himself. So, after ensuring the glove he had given was tucked into my pocket, I headed for the stables. 

Despite his being gone for over a week, these last few minutes seemed to be the longest I had ever waited for anything. To prevent me from wringing my hands together, I went over the grey mare that had unofficially become mine. I began to gently pet her, whispering to her how pretty she was and how nervous I was. 

The hoofbeats reached me first. Then the sound of the rider dismounting before entering the stables. I didn’t turn immediately. Then, after he passed me, leading his horse to its stall, I spoke up. 

“You're early,” I said, an odd contrast to the first words I had ever spoken to him. 

“Storms broke quicker than expected,” came Spencer’s voice, lower than I remembered, like it had scraped itself raw across days of shouting commands. “Thought I’d slip in quietly.”

“Bold of you to assume you could ever do anything quietly.”

A short laugh. I watched as he leaned against the post between the horse’s stalls. He didn’t say anything, just looked at me as if he were memorizing every detail. 

“I apologize for my attire… I know it’s not proper for a lady to be seen in such clothes.” I said, referring to the fact that the trousers I wore weren’t particularly tailored like the ones I had worn riding. 

“Who am I to tell you what to wear? So long as you aren’t running about the keep with your tits out for all the North to see, I don’t care what you wear.” He said, making my cheeks heat up slightly at the bluntness of his comment. 

“Besides, I don’t think I am much to look at right now either.” He added. 

I couldn’t disagree. He was covered in mud and sweat, and travel dust. The sharp line of his jaw was speckled with stubble, and his cloak had half-frozen edges. He also had a cut that would need to be cleaned properly and soon. But his eyes were the same — watchful, steady, a little more tired than before.

“That’s fair.” I teased. 

“I brought you something back.” He said after a beat of silence. 

“You didn’t have to bring anything.” My hands fidgeted at my sides.

“Didn’t say it was good. Just a rock from the riverbed. Cracked clean in two by the ridgefall. Thought you’d appreciate a souvenir from a well-executed ambush.” He said, pulling out a rock from his trouser pocket, it was in fact split in half, revealing a sparkling, crystallized center within.

She smiled despite herself. “A romantic.”

“Clearly.”

I hesitated, then reached into my coat pocket. Fingers brushed soft leather before I drew it out — his riding glove. Worn, darkened, still bearing the faint bend of his fingers.

“I have something for you as well, actually… I kept it,” I said, holding it out. “You said you’d want it back when you returned. But…”

“But?”

“I kept it with me the whole time. In my cloak pocket. I think Angela thought I was losing my mind.”

Spencer stepped forward, slowly. He didn’t take it from my hand. Just stared at it for a moment — and then at me.

“I thought about it,” he said. “Wondered if you’d toss it in the fire.”

“I thought about it, too,” I admitted. “Twice.”

Another pause.

“You didn’t write back until the end. And then you signed as Lord Agnew,” I said, trying to keep my tone even and not make him think I was saddened by it. 

He ran a hand through his windswept hair. “Didn’t know what to say or I was allowed to be.” 

“You’re my husband,” I said firmly. 

It wasn’t quite an invitation. Not yet.

But it was something.

Spencer’s eyes softened. “You know, you look like you’re dying to kiss me right now?”

My cheeks heated up once again, but I kept my composure, “Covered in grime like that? Think again, Lord Agnew.” 

He smiled, a flicker of it, as his gaze dropped to the glove still resting between us. Then, gently, he closed my fingers over it and pushed my hand back toward my chest.

“Keep it a little longer, my wife.”

And with that, he turned toward the doors, his shoulder brushing mine as he passed.

No declarations. No confessions.

Just the familiar, maddening, aching silence of two people who wanted, but weren’t ready to name it yet.

The feast to celebrate their successful battle was set for the following day. tonight, Spencer and I ate dinner again together in the small dining hall. Conversation was sparse as usual, but it beat the silence I had been taking my meals in during his absences. I asked how my plan went, and he said it was too much to thank them for their victory, which filled me with a new sense of pride. 

“I met your uncle, Lord Link, after the battle was won,” Spencer commented off-handedly, making me almost choke on the sip of wine I had just taken. 

“You did?” I asked, and he nodded. 

“He asked if you were making me work for affection, and I informed him that his particularly stubborn niece made me work for just about everything. He was pleased to hear that.” He said, making me smile as I pictured him saying that to my husband. 

“Battles should be sparse this far north for a while. Winter is beginning, and with it comes blizzards. Southern armies wouldn’t dare attack us when we are in our element. Your uncle and father’s army are set up about a hundred miles south in case any smaller skirmishes break out. Once winter ends, the northern armies will join them, and the real war will begin. The south had hoped this sad excuse would draw us out, but the north is not dumb enough to take the bait.” He said. 

I nodded, “Do the blizzards reach that far south?” 

He shook his head, “No, they may get some snow flurries, but that’s all. Perhaps when the north marches south to join them, you can accompany me. It would give you a chance to see your family… and thaw out from your first real winter. I’m sure my father, old as he is, can manage the keep for a couple months.” 

“I would like that,” I said, smiling. 

He nodded, “I’ll write to him soon to ensure he makes arrangements then.” 

His father didn’t live here at Caerwatch Keep; he was at one of the smaller keeps further north. From what I’ve heard, his father gave Caerwatch Keep to Spencer to give him something to be serious about and mature more before taking a wife… that was nearly 6 years ago. 

After dinner was finished, the two of us made our way to our chambers together. A comfortable and familiar silence fell between us as we both went about getting ready for bed. I had made sure the linens were changed while we were at dinner to give Spencer a fresh, clean bed to sleep in after being at the camp for over a week. Snow whispered against the window glass, gentle and rhythmic — not a storm, just a reminder of where we were. That we were home.

I was sat at my small vanity, brushing out my hair. Spencer moved about behind me, methodically snuffing out the candles. It had been my task while he was gone — I never did it as cleanly as he did. He hadn’t said anything about taking it back, just moved through the room quietly, like settling back into an old rhythm.

Then, before I could even process what I was doing, the brush had been set down, and I had turned in the chair. My hands were resting on the top of the back of the chair, and my chin rested on top of them. 

“I missed you.”

Although it was said in a whisper, the words cut through the air like steel slicing through flesh. The air hung heavily as I waited for him to react.

Spencer froze halfway to the last candle. For a second, he didn’t turn — like he wasn’t sure he’d heard me right. Then he straightened and looked over his shoulder at me.

I met his eyes, heart thudding like I’d said something scandalous. In a way, I guess I had. Neither of us had expressed such emotions towards one another; it was foreign to us.

“I didn’t know I would,” I said, voice still quiet as I rose from the chair. “But I did. Every morning. Every night. I missed you.”

Spencer turned fully then, his expression unreadable — not hard, not mocking, just… stunned.

“I thought about you constantly,” I went on, stepping closer. “Wondering if you were cold, if you’d eaten, if the snow had slowed you. I kept your glove with me; in a way, it made it feel like you weren’t so far. Every day I’d tuck it into my pocket, every evening, when I would go to bed, I set it on my bedside table. It felt like I was a little girl again, taking my favorite doll with me wherever I went. It was silly, honestly, but it made me feel better.”

He stared at me, barely breathing.

“I missed you,” I said again, softly.

And that’s when he crossed the space between us.

It wasn’t rushed. He didn’t sweep me off my feet like a gallant knight in some tale. He just stepped close, raised a hand to gently touch the edge of my hair — like he was grounding himself in the fact I was real. There. With him. Still waiting.

“I read your letter,” he said, finally breaking his silence quietly. “Over and over.”

I smiled, a little shy. “You didn’t say anything when you came home.”

“I don’t think I was ready to admit it… that I missed you too.” 

There was a brief moment where the world around us seemed to freeze in place, even the fire in the hearth seemed to still. 

And then he dipped his head, slowly, like he was giving me every chance to turn away. But I didn’t.

Our lips met — soft, searching, hesitant at first. It was nothing like the sad excuse of a kiss we shared at our wedding. That one was stiff, like kissing the cold stone walls of the keep. This one was full of warmth. A real kiss. Our first true kiss.

His hand curled behind my neck, fingers sliding into my hair, as my own fingers gripped the front of his tunic. He tasted like snow and ash and something uniquely Spencer — something I hadn’t known I craved until now.

When we pulled apart, my cheeks felt flushed, and my breath trembled.

“Next time you write to me, I expect more than just, Lord Agnew.” I said after a moment, pulling a whisper of a smile from the man in front of me. 

He nodded, “I think I can manage that.” 

“Good.” 

He kissed me again — deeper this time, a promise.

Then, he stepped away and went to put out the last of the candles, besides the ones on our side tables. I went over to my side and climbed in. Nothing more was said as Spencer climbed in on his side. There were no teasing remarks about the usual distance between the two that had shrank significantly. Only the slow movement of Spencer’s arm coming to rest around my waist as if he was testing to see if that was okay. I didn’t give him a direct answer, just sighed contentedly and whispered:

“I’m glad you came home.”

He tightened his arm around my waist.

“So am I.”

The following morning, I was expecting to wake up to an empty but still warm bed, assuming Spencer would wake before me like usual. I was not expecting to be woken up by Angela and Ser Damien barging into our chambers. My head was resting on Spencer’s chest, one hand gripping his tunic as he slept on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, the other holding me close. We were both startled awake by Damien’s thundering voice. 

“Rise and shine, lovebirds! The war council waits for no one—not even those tangled in wedded bliss!”

“Oh! Oh, look at them, they’re actually cuddling!” Angela gushed from beside Damien. 

I sat up, subtly scooting away from Spencer, and untangling our legs under the furs to allow him to sit up as well. 

“Not cuddling,” Spencer muttered, whipping his hand down his face. “Just… sleeping. In the same bed. Like married people do.”

“Oh no, darling,” Damien said with a smirk, crossing his arms. “That’s not just sleeping. That’s ‘I missed you while you were off playing soldier,’ sleeping. That’s ‘I have your glove under my pillow’ sleeping.”

I groaned and threw myself back onto the mattress. I grabbed the nearest pillow and held it over my face as I let out a groan. 

“Out,” Spencer growled, voice rough with sleep and mortification. “Out before I run you through with a dull spoon.” 

“You’ll be late,” Damien sang, already turning on his heel. “Get dressed, war hero.”

I removed the pillow from my face to see Angela grinning as she offered a dramatic curtsy before retreating with Damien, whispering something like “Told you something changed,” as the doors shut behind them.

I looked over to Spencer and couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my lips. He glanced over to me, trying to hold his glare but failing, and cracked a smile as well. 

“We should get up, we’ve overslept.” He sighed, already pulling the furs off of him. 

I nodded, sitting back up and watching as he hastily grabbed a different pair of trousers before disappearing into the washroom. I stood as well and went over to the wardrobe to select a dress for today. I settled on a simple one that was easy enough to pull on quickly, so I wouldn’t be too far behind Spencer. When he exited the washroom, he was dressed only in his trousers and socks. I tried not to stare as he sat on the bed and put his boots on. Once they were on, he stood and came over to the wardrobe to grab a tunic. 

“I’ll send Angela in to help you get ready. Try to hurry, I am not sure how long I can stall the meeting.” He said, already heading for the door, tunic still in his hands as he unfolded it. 

Third Person Point of View

“Help Yn get ready,” Spencer said to Angela as he hurried out the door, still shirtless. 

He turned swiftly and began rushing down the hall with Ser Daimen hot on his trail. He yanked his tunic over his head, still grumbling under his breath as they crossed the Keep’s courtyard toward the meeting chambers.

Damien was whistling.

“Stop.” Spencer snapped at his friend. 

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re thinking things. Loudly.”

“Oh, just that I didn’t expect to find you snuggling your wife like a lovesick pup—”

“She was cold.”

“She was wrapped around you like a winter cloak.”

Spencer cut him a glare.

Damien just shrugged, unbothered. “No judgment. In fact, I’m impressed. All that ‘we’re not friends’ posturing and now look at you two. Practically warm and gooey.”

Spencer’s ears went red. “We just... slept.”

“That wasn’t just sleep, and you know it.” 

Spencer didn’t respond—just walked a little faster.

Damien jogged to keep up, still grinning. “So what happens now? Should I mentally prepare for a mini Lord Agnew running around the keep?”

Spencer shoved open the council doors. “I swear to the Old Gods, Damien. Fuck. Off.”

First Person Point of View

Angela slipped in, and as soon as the door was shut, I shed my nightgown. 

“I swear, not a word, or I’ll send for Lizzy to come help me,” I said, pulling on my dress. 

“You’re glowing.”

The reader scoffed. “I’m flustered because I am late for a meeting. That’s all.”

“No. No, don’t do that. Don’t hide behind practicality,” Angela said, guiding me over to the vanity to fix my hair. “You missed him.”

I didn’t respond right away. Just stared at the mirror. My cheeks were still faintly flushed, and the corner of my mouth refused to stop twitching up.

Angela grinned at my reflection. “So? Was it weird? Or...”

“It was comfortable,” I finally admitted. “Like... falling asleep beside someone who makes the room feel quieter.”

Angela sighed dreamily. “That’s disgustingly poetic.”

I rolled my eyes. “We didn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re fishing for.”

Angela looked entirely unconvinced. “Right. You just happened to wake up draped across him like a content cat in the sun.”

“Fine… we kissed,” I admitted. 

“That’s it?” She asked, slightly shocked. 

“What do you mean that’s it? That’s huge considering we just started conversing like decent humans with one another.” 

“Damn it… I owe Damien and Chanse two hart each… I thought for sure the two of you would finally break down and fuck.” She said. 

My mouth hung open, “You have bet?!” 

She laughed as she finished my hair, “I am sure half of Caerwatch does…” 

“I cannot believe that… Chanse and Damien, sure, but you, Angela? Really?” I asked, though I wasn’t really upset, more so shocked. 

She just shrugged before stooping down to help me put my shoes on. Soon, I was hurrying through the corridors, trying to make up for lost time. Once I got to the doors, I took a second to compose myself and catch my breath before pushing open the large wooden doors. 

The great doors of the war council chamber groaned open. The clatter of boot heels and trailing fabric echoed across the stone floor as I entered with measured calm, my posture poised despite the prickling sense of eyes tracking my every movement.

I had expected whispers. But still, the heat of them curled like smoke behind me.

“…late start,” someone muttered low, not low enough.

“…warm bed, no doubt…”

“…finally acting like a proper wife.”

I kept my chin high, gaze trained forward. My hair was swept back in a neat coil, though a few strands had betrayed me during the morning's rush. I was wearing a deep navy blue wool dress, trimmed in silver thread. A clear nod to the colors of House Agnew. 

Spencer was already at the far end of the room, leaning one hip against the long table as he conversed quietly with Lord Commander Ian and Lady Courtney. At the sound of my footsteps, he glanced up — and though his expression didn’t shift much, something in his stance sharpened, shoulders rising subtly. His eyes flicked past me to the gathered men, catching the tail end of a snide smirk and one raised brow too many.

He straightened.

“I hope everyone’s tongues are warm enough from wagging,” he said dryly, lifting his voice just enough to cut through the low hum. “But unless someone's here to discuss my bedsheets, I suggest we get back to matters of war.”

A brief, awkward silence fell. One of the older northern lords cleared his throat and looked away. Another shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Spencer didn’t look at me again, but he slid a seat back beside his own.I moved to take it, my hands steady even as my heartbeat thrummed beneath my skin. I didn’t thank him aloud. I didn’t have to. But as I sat, I let the edge of my skirt brush against his leg. And under the table, I felt the briefest press of his knee against mine — subtle, anchoring.

Let them whisper.

Let them wonder.

There were more important things to speak of. 

“With winter setting in soon, the southern enemies wouldn’t dare travel this far and fight us when we have a clear advantage. So, in the meantime, we do everything necessary to prepare. That means forging weapons, armor. Ensuring that food stocks are adequate not only for the winter but for the war to come.” Spencer began. 

“I will also taks the towns women to continue to prepare bandages as well as begin weaving canvas for tents.” I added, and Spencer gave a nod. 

“In the meantime… we have a battle to celebrate… I believe preparations for that are already in the works?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at me. 

“Yes, the chefs should already be working on preparing a feast. The large main hall will be used to house the higher-ranked soldiers, including all you men here. I have also arranged for food to be delivered to the villages for the men who have returned home to their wives and children as well.” I said. 

“That’s a waste. The townspeople join us because it is their duty. They do not need such rewards.” One of the lords, Lord Todd, said. 

“Did the townsfolk not fight beside you?” I asked him. 

“Aye, they did bu-” 

“Do you not call the men who fight alongside you your brothers?” 

“Aye, we do, however, my la-” 

“Then they will be rewarded. That’s final.” I said firmly. 

I thought I had successfully shut him down, but turns out he wasn’t finished with his temper tantrum. 

“Where does a southern bastard get the idea that she gets to call the orders in a war meeting?” Lord Todd sneered. 

I remained calm and slowly turned to Spencer beside me. 

“How many men did we lose in this battle?” I asked. 

“Less than twenty.” 

“Mhm, and if we had used another tactic instead of the one I suggested, how many men do you think we would have lost, charging head-on into the valley?” 

“More than twenty,” Spencer said, glancing at me. 

I nodded, “Lord Todd, I won’t sit here and pretend to be a soldier. I am far from it. However, two things are true about me. One, I grew up going to war councils with my father. I learned war strategies not by running my mouth and swinging a sword around, but I learned them by observing and listening. Perhaps you should take up that strategy; it may serve you well. The second truth is, I am Lady Agnew now. And you will respect me. That means, should you ever disagree with my command, you bring it properly, not by blurting out that what I have ordered was wrong. Disrespect me like that again, and I will see to it that you are dealt with properly.” I said, leaving no room for argument. 

Lord Todd’s eyes were wide, and as he shifted his gaze from me to Spencer, as if to ask him if he agreed. 

“Don’t look to me to be your savior here. You heard my wife.” He said simply.

Under the cover of the table, Spencer reached over and gently grabbed my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. I expected him to retract his hand shortly after, but he kept it there until the end of the meeting. 

After everyone had filed out, Spencer turned to me, that faint smile that I was growing to like even more present once again. 

“You should put northern lords in their place more often.” He said. 

“I think I already do that enough with my husband.” I teased. 

He shook his head, looking down, clearly trying to hide his smile. 

“You know you can smile around me. I quite like it actually.” I said, standing up. 

“Old habits are hard to break.” He admitted. 

I nodded understandingly. 

“Come, we have a feast to get ready for.” I said, offering him my hand. 

That night, the great hall was warm with firelight and loud with laughter, heavy with the scent of roasted venison and spiced squash, and sweet mead that was saved for special occasions and flowed like it had something to prove. I hadn’t meant to drink as much as I did.

Truly.

But it only took one cup to take the edge off the nerves that had followed me since the council meeting. And then another, when Angela slid her goblet toward me with a wink and said, “Tonight, my lady, we feast like queens.”

I’m not even sure when the third happened. Or the fourth.

By the time the musicians were playing their third round of reels and Chanse was halfway into a story about a goat, a bannerman’s daughter, and a set of antlers, which I was struggling to determine if it was true or not, my cheeks were warm, my words a little looser, and my legs delightfully wobbly beneath the table.

“I adore you,” I slurred at Angela, throwing my arm dramatically over her shoulder. “You’re my absolute favorite woman in this keep, perhaps in all of Virelia. In fact, I’d marry you if I hadn’t already been shoved into holy wedlock with Lord Frowns-a-lot.”

Angela cackled, leaning into me. “You’d have to fight the goat, I’m afraid. He got to me first.”

Chanse snorted ale out of his nose. “You know, My Lady, if you tire of the frowns, I’d make a dashing concubine. I’ve been told I snore less than most men.” He said, batting his eyes at me. 

I patted his cheek with a grin. “If I get tired of frowns, and Angela still chooses the goat over me, I’ll let you keep my lap warm, Chanse.” 

That was about when Spencer barked out a laugh — a real laugh, not his usual half-amused huff. I blinked, turning toward him. 

He was a few seats down the table, nursing a tankard of mead with his chin resting on one hand, watching me like someone observing a small, drunken bird who had wandered in from the cold.

“Are you laughing at me?” I demanded, pointing at him with the confidence of a war general.

“Never,” he said, smiling into his cup. “I’m laughing near you.”

I narrowed my eyes, then promptly stumbled sideways into Angela’s lap. The room swayed. Or maybe that was me. “I think I’m drunk.”

Spencer stood, sliding his chair back. “You think?”

“I’m going to bed,” I announced, trying to rise with dignity, which was difficult when your knees have conspired against you.

“I’ll walk her,” Spencer said to no one in particular, already at my side, one hand at my elbow.

Angela gave a mock salute. “Try not to let her seduce you, my lord.”

Spencer gave an exaggerated wince as he helped me stand. “Noted.”

We made it out of the hall and into the quieter corridors of Caerwatch. I still swayed slightly on my feet, looking at my husband.

“You’re very warm,” I muttered, leaning into him.

“You’re very drunk.” 

“Do you think I’m pretty?” I asked, squinting up at him.

He huffed a breath, not quite a sigh, not quite a laugh. “I think you’re going to regret every word of this tomorrow.”

“Nah…I bet you think I’m so pretty,” I whispered, poking his chest.

He didn’t answer. Just shook his head and steered me toward our chamber door.

Inside, he helped me out of my cloak, his hands steady and patient. I turned to him once he had it hung by the hearth.

I gasped and turned to him.

“Spencer.”

“Hmm?”

“Are you trying to undress me?” I asked, shocked. 

“I am trying to help you into your night gown so you can sleep comfortably,” He said, guiding me to the chair to sit down so he could take my shoes off, clearly not trusting my abilities to balance on one foot. 

I gasped again as he reached under my skirt slightly to grab my foot. 

“You are trying to undress me!” 

He looked up at me from where he was crouched in front of me, “Would you like to sleep in your gown, corset, and shoes?” 

“No.” I drew out the word.

“That’s what I thought, stay here, I am going to grab your night gown.” He said, setting my shoes off to the side before standing up. 

“You know, Spencer,” I tried to say his name seductively, “I didn’t say that I didn’t want you to undress me…” 

He ignored my comment, walking back over to me, night gown in hand, “Stand up.” 

I stood and was chest to chest with him. 

“Did you hear me?” 

“I did.” He said, carefully helping me out of the dress, then helping me carefully step over where it had pooled at my feet. 

“Turn around, let me undo the corset.” He said, hands already on my shoulders, turning me around.

He was surprisingly careful as he undid the laces and slid it off my body. 

“So… what do you say, want to fuck your wife tonight?” 

Once again, he ignored my question, “Here, can you get your shift off and put this on?” 

“Or you could do it.” 

He sighed, clearly seeing he wasn’t going to win this battle. 

“Arms up,” he said, holding the nightgown out to make sure he had it the right way before reaching over to pull my shift over my head. 

Then he carefully pulled the night gown over my head, making sure my arms went into the right holes and making sure I was covered. The whole time, he was looking up, focusing on the ceiling. 

“If you’re not going to fuck me, you could at least look at me…” I said, pouting. 

“I could have, but I was trying to be respectful to my very drunk wife, whom I’ve never seen naked, and who I would like to make the conscious decision to be naked in front of me when she’s not drunk.” He said. 

If I had been sober, I would have probably melted at that, but in my intoxicated state, all I could do was pout even more. 

“Oh, now who’s being miss frowns a lot?” He teased. 

I crossed my arms over my chest like a child who was moments away from a tantrum. 

“I’ll tell you what, we can discuss this tomorrow. Deal?” 

I sighed dramatically, “Fine.” 

“Okay, bedtime then.” He said, guiding me over to the bed. 

He pulled back the furs and helped get in before tucking me in. 

“Will you at least stay?” I whispered, suddenly very tired.

He nodded. “Of course.”

I think I fell asleep. I know I woke again, stomach turning, head pounding. I barely made it to the chamber pot in time.

He was there in an instant. Holding my hair back. Steadying me. Saying nothing.

When I was done and thoroughly mortified, he handed me a damp cloth. “You done conquering your liver, my lady?”

I groaned. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

I glared at him through damp lashes. “Don’t tell Damien.”

He smiled again — that same maddening smile — as he tucked me back under the covers. “It’ll be our little secret.”

And this time, when he climbed into bed beside me, I curled toward him without thinking.

He didn’t pull away.

He just breathed in, slow and quiet.

And stayed.

When I woke again, the fire in the hearth was the only light. The curtains had been drawn over the windows. I glanced around and found a folded piece of parchment on the side table. I picked it up and squinted in the dim light to read it. 

Good Morning, My Wife

Not sure if you remember much of it, but you had quite the time at the feast. I figured you would be at least a bit hungover this morning, so I let you sleep. I will be by around lunch to check on you. Get some rest. 

Lord Agnew

Sorry, Your Husband, Spencer 

I couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he had crossed out the first sign-off and rewritten it. I didn’t remember much of the night before, but I remember drinking a lot of mead. 

I laid back down, head pounding, and closed my eyes. It wasn’t too long before the door gently opened. I squinted in the light to see Spencer entering. 

“Good morning, sleepy head.” He teased. 

I groaned, covering my face with the pillow until I heard the door shut. 

“How late is it?” 

“You’ve slept through lunch. I can have Lizzy bring you something soon.” He said, walking in to sit on the edge of the bed. 

“Sorry about last night…” I mumbled. 

“Happens to the best of us… I’m just glad it wasn’t Damien this time.” 

I huffed a laugh, “My head is pounding.” I groaned. 

“I figured,” He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small vial, “Here, drink this, it should help.” 

I gave him a weird look as I sat up. 

“It’s not poison.” He said, seeing the look I gave him. 

I took it from and pinched my nose as I downed it. I wiped my mouth and looked at him. 

“Please tell me I didn’t say or, gods forbid, do anything embarrassing,” I said. 

“Well, I guess that depends on your definition of embarrassing…” 

“Oh no, what did I do?” I asked, already dreading the answer. 

“Well, you flirted a lot… with Angela, Chanse, and me… I got you to our chambers and helped you out of your dress and into your night gown…” 

My heart began to race as thoughts of what could have happened next popped up. 

“You asked me to fuck you… I refused. You told me if I wasn’t going to fuck you, I could at least look at you while you were changing but again, I refused. I wasn’t going to take advantage of you like that… then you passed out and woke up to hurl. And that was about it.” 

“Spencer, I am so sorry, I didn’t know what I was saying…” 

“It’s okay, you were actually quite funny. But just so we’re clear, nothing happened, I didn’t even kiss you. Just held you while you fell asleep.” He said. 

“Thank you…” I whispered, “For not taking away my first time like that… a lot of men would’ve.” 

“Your first time? Not our first time?” He asked. 

I nodded, suddenly even more embarrassed, “Yeah… I’ve never… done anything… with anyone, or even myself…” I confessed. 

“Hey,” He reached over and placed his hand over mine, “that doesn’t matter to me… and besides, it’s not something that can’t be learned.” 

I scoffed, “Oh yeah, and who do I go to to learn it?” 

“I can show you.” He said.

There was no teasing in his tone. It was honestly one of the most genuine things I think he’s ever said in his entire life. 

“Really?” I asked gently. 

His eyes softened, reminding me of the stray puppies that would wander through the villages back at Seastar Hold, and he nodded softly. 

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[roselovesbooks]

Cabin shenanigans

(Bat boys x f!reader)

Summary:

Where a game of “truth or strip” with the bat boys at the cabin, leads to a bit more…

Warnings:

18+, SMUT, oral giving!receiving, shower $ex

Mentions of alcohol

Nudity

Tropes

Poly!bat boys

Friends w benefits

Note:

Aaahhh this is my first time writing smut, so please be kind🙏🏼. I LOVE reading poly bat boys fics, like just being worshipped by all of them😩. Living my fantasy out. Also it’s mostly just reader being absolutely spoiled by them;)

Enjoy x

Y/n

I take a sip of my drink as I lounge on one end of the couch.

“Why don’t we do something more exciting?” Cassian suggest from where he sits in an arm chair across from me.

“Like what Cass?” Rhys asks looking at him questionably.

He’s sitting on the other end of the couch I’m in, also drink in hand.

“Like truth or dare” he suggests.

“That’s so boring” I whine.

“Yeah I agree with y/n. Isn’t there something a bit more…spicier?” Azriel asks from where he’s also sitting in an arm chair.

Me, Cassian and Rhys all raise our eyebrows at him, as he isn’t exactly the one to suggest these kind of things.

“What did you have in mind Az…” Rhys questions him.

“I don’t know…like maybe…dare or…strip?” He suggests.

I choke on my drink, and Cassian is just grinning widely. Of course he is. Rhys is smirking a little.

“Did you say strip?” I ask for confirmation.

“What? Are you a coward y/n?” Cassian asks me, raising his eyebrow.

I throw a pillow at him, and the other two just snicker.

“Fine I’m in” I say, chugging the rest of my drink.

Then I refill it to the top. I’m gonna need a lot of alcohol if I’m gonna be able to not get flustered.

“Okay I start” Cassian says.

“Rhys I dare you to fly around the mountains utterly naked…or strip” he smirks at Rhys.

“I do not wanna get up right now…so I guess I’ll have to lose something” Rhys answers as he puts his glass down.

Then he moves to remove his shirt, leaving him bare chested. He could have removed anything else. Seriously?

My gaze drops to his muscular torso covered in Illyrian tattoos.

“You’re drooling y/n” Cassian says, and I close my mouth that has unintentionally dropped wide open.

“Fuck you Cass” I say, flipping him off.

“It’s alright darling. Nothing you haven’t seen before right?” Rhys asks me and I roll my eyes at him.

Again he chuckles.

“Okay my turn. Cassian I dare you to…make out with Azriel” I say smirking at him.

“Say less” Cassian says as he heads over to Az and grabs his face to smash their lips together.

Azriel tumbles back but Cassian goes all the way in. I see how incredibly hungry the kiss is. Cassian is devouring him.

“Okay that’s good Cass. Looks like Az has had enough” Rhys comments.

I just smile to myself and take another sip of my drink.

As Cassian finally pulls away, Azriel seems very shocked and flustered. But not surprised. Cassian has been obsessed with him for years.

“Y/n let me ask you one” Azriel says, directing his attention to me.

“Alright” I say, putting my glass down.

“I dare you to tell us who you find the most attractive out of the three of us” he finishes.

“That is cruel” I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

“It’s the game. Do it or strip” he shrugs.

I can’t answer this question. Simply because I do not know the answer. I’ve known them since I was a child. And I find all of them equally attractive.

I don’t say anything as I just remove my socks.

All three of the boys give me an annoyed look, and I quirk an eyebrow at them.

“What?” I ask.

They don’t even answer.

“I removed a piece of clothing didn’t I?” I say knowingly before taking a large sip of my drink again.

“Alright sweetheart. Let me ask you another” Rhys says as he looks at me.

“It’s Azriel’s turn” I protest.

“I’ll do it after you” Azriel says, as I curse him for letting Rhys ask me another.

I turn my attention back to Rhys and he gives me a slight smile.

“I dare you to take off your sweater” he smirks knowingly.

“What? That’s not fair. You’re cheating” I whine as the others just grin at me.

“Do it or take off another piece of clothing” Cassian tells me, and I roll my eyes again.

So I decide to just take off my sweater, leaving me in my bra and sweatpants.

Now it’s their time to gawk. All their eyes trail over my chest, and my lace black bra.

“Hey eyes up here dickheads” I snap at them.

They live their gazes up to meet mine and I can’t help but blush a little.

“Alright Az…I dare you to…leave a hickey on Rhys’s neck” I say with a mischievous smile.

Rhys seems every eager to this dare, but Azriel just takes his shirt off instead. Now he is also bare chested. Just great.

——————

I am now only in my underwear and so are the three Illyrian males.

“I say we stop here, before it goes too far” I suggest, as I don’t need them to see me naked.

Cassian has the audacity to whine, and I roll my eyes at him.

“Why don’t we go out in the snow instead?” Rhys suggest and I just look at him weirdly.

“It’s freezing” I say.

Azriel just smiles smugly. Then Cassian grins as well.

They all look at each other, communicating somehow before they turn to me.

“What. You’re scaring me” I question them all.

Then Cassian moves over to me, lifting me up under my arms. Rhys moves forward and grabs a hold of my legs and I immediately protest.

I kick my feet and slap my hands in the air, but they don’t seem to even notice.

Then they walk me outside into the dark cold and throw me into the snow. Azriel following close behind.

“Fuck!” I yell as the ice cold snow hits my skin. I immediately get up to rid myself of it, but I’m already soaked in it. Even my hair.

“You bastards. You’re so dead” I say as I lean down to make a snowball.

As they notice I do this, they start to make their own.

I throw mine right at Rhys’s chest, and he looks at me wickedly. Fuck.

Then I’m bombarded with snowballs hitting me, as I run away screaming.

“No fuck- stop- I’m sorry- don’t- please” I manage to get out in attempts to run away.

I don’t notice Azriel as he wraps his large arms around my middle, lifting me up.

“No…Az…” I warn him, but then Cassian smashes a snowball onto my head.

I let out a moan of pain. That makes them stop what they’re doing immediately.

Then Azriel lets me down, but keeps his hands on my bare stomach.

“I’m not staying out here, it’s fucking freezing” I say as I manage to get out of his grip, and run inside the cabin again.

I hear several footsteps following me inside, as I head into the sauna.

I perch myself on one of the benches on the second step and close my eyes at the heat.

Then I hear a door opening, and immediately smell their intoxicating scents.

They all settle beside, in front, and behind me. Then I open my eyes.

Cassian is at my right side. Rhys is in front of me, his back facing my legs. And Azriel is behind me, his legs spread out beside my frame. Making my upper body stay trapped in between his strong calves.

“Hello princess” Cassian says as he tucks some hair behind my ear.

“Hello Cass” I answer him nonchalantly.

He moves his fingers from my ear, down to my shoulder, and then down my arm, along my sides resting it at my bare thigh.

I close my eyes again, trying to not pay too much attention to the three muscular Illyrians sitting around me.

Suddenly I feel a few fingers in my hair, playing with some strands. Azriel.

I lean my head back to give him more access. And he immediately takes it. He starts to rub at my scalp, massaging it. That earns him another moan from me. But one of relief.

Again all of them freeze in time, like they’ve seen death.

I open my eyes yet again, to find them all staring at me.

Rhys has turned his head around and is gawking at me. I can feel Cassian’s piercing stare from beside me. And Azriel’s gaze I can always feel. But also the fact that his hands have stopped moving.

“What is it? Why’d you stop Az?” I question him, as I turn my head around to look at him.

“You need to stop making those sounds” he says sternly.

“What sounds” I ask genuinely confused.

“Those moans of yours darling. They’re insufferable” Rhys says from in front of me.

I turn my face to him.

“It felt nice. Azriel’s hands” I clarify.

“I bet they felt extremely nice” Cassian says grinning.

I turn to him this time.

“What do you mean Cass?” I ask him innocently.

He starts to move his hand on my thigh, higher, very fucking slow.

“I mean y/n. That if you’re going to make those beautiful sounds. You shouldn’t be surprised by what that does to us” he explains, his gaze darkening with hunger.

As his hand reaches my inner thigh, right where my hip meets the top, I draw in a sharp breath.

I feel something in my stomach heating at his touch.

“What do you mean” I repeat, even though it’s not really a question.

“Look down” he answers with a sly smirk, and I do.

I look right down to his huge boner. Fuck me. He’s hard as steel. From one little moan from me?

I can’t help but gawk at it, my mouth falling open, and my lips parting. I feel my mouth dry out, at the look of it. I can’t even see his cock, but I know it’s big, from his undershorts.

“You gonna take care of that darling?” Rhys asks from, still in front of me, his hand now slowly up my other leg.

Azriel’s hand has started to move down the side of my face, towards my neck.

I choke on my spit.

“I uhm…what…I thought we were just…I should go to bed” I manage to get out, sprinting to my feet.

But as I hit the floor, Rhys wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me down onto his lap. Right onto his own hard erection. What the actual fuck.

My back is in touch with his chest, and my hands go to his thighs as a reaction to steady myself.

Then his nose moves to brush against my neck and ear, and he leans in to whisper lowly.

“Where do you think you’re running off to?”

I don’t even answer him, as his mouth trails over the sensitive skin of my neck.

I let out a moan again. But this time of pleasure.

“Fuck y/n. I said stop doing that” Azriel groans form behind us.

“She can’t help it Az. My mouth feels to good on her skin” Rhys answers him.

Then out of instinct, I turn around, grounding myself on Rhys’s lap, my thighs draping over his own, and my hands curving around his neck.

He lets out a breath of surprise, but places his palms on my hips anyways.

Then I lean down to his mouth, so that they’re brushing against his barely.

“I really should go to bed…” I whisper.

“You’re not going anywhere love” he whispers back, before smashing his lips onto mine.

I smirk as I kiss him roughly back, my hands immediately tangling in the base of his hair.

I roll my hips into his, and he lets out a feral growl.

“Fuck y/n…”

I let out a moan myself, our mouths parting slightly.

But he pushes my hips forward, repeating the action, earning another moan from both of us.

As I keep grinding my hips into his, I throw my head back, my mouth falling open.

He takes that as an opportunity to smash his lips onto my neck, sucking and biting at my skin.

“Fuck Rhys…” I moan slightly as he leaves a love bite on my neck.

“My name sounds so good coming from your lips darling…” he speaks into the skin of my neck, as he continues to leave marks.

As Rhys devours me, my hips still moving into his, I open my eyes to meet Cassian’s gaze.

He’s eyeing me with hunger. His expression says nothing but lust, and he tilts his head to look at me properly.

I keep eye contact with him, as he moves slowly towards me and Rhys. He settles down on the bench beside us, his right coming in touch with both of ours.

With that Rhys withdraws from my neck and turns his head to the side to see Cassian.

“Couldn’t wait could you Cass?” Rhys asks him.

“I want my name to roll of her tongue as well…” he answers keeping his gaze on me.

My arms are still draped around Rhys’s neck, my fingers playing with his hair. Rhys is now rubbing soothing circles on my waist unconsciously.

“Then you’re gonna have to put that mouth to other use Cassian” I speak up, and both their gazes snap to me.

“You sure you’d want that princess?” Cassian quirks an eyebrow at me.

I roll my eyes at him, and move his hand to my thigh. Rhys just smiles knowingly.

“Why don’t you get comfy on Rhys’s lap sweetheart?” Cassian asks me as he moves off the bench.

I do as he says, and turn around again, my back facing Rhys’s chest. Cassian moves to the ground in front of me, kneeling in between me and Rhys’s thighs.

I feel two large hands wrap around my waist, holding me tightly. I lean my head back into Rhys’s neck, and he gives my cheek a loving kiss.

Then I feel Cassian’s hands trail up my legs smoothly. My own hands move to Rhys’s on my waist, clasping them on top of his.

The hands on my legs move further up, tracing the inside of my thighs. I inhale a sharp breath.

Then one of Cassian’s hands traces the outline of my underwear, and I whimper.

“Shh darling…Cassian hasn’t even started yet” Rhys says comfortingly into my ear.

Then Cassian pulls back, tying his hair up in a bun. Cauldron boil me.

My legs instantly spread wider as a response and he grins widely.

“You’re gonna have to remove this pretty little thing” Rhys says again, as he moves a hand to my underwear.

I only lift my hips in response and Rhys drags them right off me and onto the floor.

Cassian’s mouth drops open, and he stares.

“Cauldron you have a beautiful cunt. And it’s already so drenched” he speaks as he moves closer.

His hands land on my thighs, keeping my legs wide apart. And then his tongue latches onto my slick folds.

I throw my head back into a loud moan, as he drags his tongue through them.

“You taste so good…” he growls into my wet cunt, and I grab into Rhys’s hands.

Rhys just kisses my neck in response, leaving even more love marks.

Then Cassian’s tongue slides into me, and I moan again.

He swirls it inside my cunt, lapping and sucking kisses onto it. Then his fingers join in, once circling itself around my clit.

“Cassian…” I moan into the open, my nails digging into his hair.

His tongue continues to play with my drenched cunt, as his finger circles my clit. I feel heat building up in my core.

My hands tangle themselves into Cassian’s hair as he pushes a finger into me.

That makes me push his head further into me, earning me a feral growl from him.

As I keep pushing his face into my dripping cunt, he lets out several vibrating groans.

I feel myself closing around him. Only a few more moments now.

Rhys notices my squirming and decides to place a hand onto my clothed bra. Running his fingers over my peaked nipples, I let out a moan.

Cassian keeps pushing his face further into me, his finger curling and twisting inside me. The other circling my sensitive bud in a rapid motion.

“I can’t hold it-“ I whimper, as my thighs start shaking.

“Soak his face darling…” Rhys motivates me, as Cassian grips harshly onto my thighs.

His fingers dig into the flesh of my skin, surely leaving bruises. But I don’t care.

I don’t care at all, as I let myself go freely. My whole body twitching with pleasure, and my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“Fuck!” I cry out in pleasure, as I spill onto Cassian’s tongue.

I keep squirting into his mouth, and he takes it all. His fingers pull out of me, drenched in my juices, and he only looks at me with lust, as he sucks his fingers dry. At that he groans.

“Look what a mess you’ve made of him y/n…CassIan’s drenched in your cum” Rhys says into my ear, as my cunt is still pulsating.

“I want…Azriel” I breathe out. Not forgetting the shadowsinger, who’s been awfully quiet the past minutes.

“You want him do you?” Rhys questions me and I nod.

Then as in command, the shadowsinger steps down beside Cassian, who’s still kneeling, and slips off his undershorts.

His swollen, hard cock springs free and I nearly moan at the sight.

I can’t tear my eyes away, and instead just get to my feet, pushing Cassian aside.

I get on my knees in front of Azriel, pinning up my hair with a ribbon. He grabs my chin softly, tilting my head upwards to meet his gaze.

“You look so good on your knees princess. Now be a good girl and suck me off” he grins darkly, and I palm him in my hand.

He only closes his eyes, as I run my hand back and forth over his long, hard shaft.

His head dips back, as he lets out a deep groan. I hear Cassian shifting behind me to settle himself beside Rhys.

I bring my tongue to the tip, as I lick around it. He groans again.

Then I decide to run my tongue over the underside of his long cock, licking a stripe.

I let my nails drag slightly over him as well, before I finally push him inside my mouth. He’s so fucking big. Bigger than both Cassian and Rhys, and they’re massive. Or at least I think they are.

I start to bob my head back and forth, my tongue running over his sensitive skin. His hands move to my hair, and he fists it in his hand.

I grip his muscular thighs, as I push myself further onto him. I take as much of his large cock as I can into my mouth, and using my hand for the rest.

He hits the back of my throat, and I gag. That makes him groan even more.

“Fuck y/n, you’re a pro” Cassian says from behind.

“Come on y/n, you can bring him to his end” Rhys encourages me.

I hollow out my cheeks, as I continue to bob my head back and forth. Azriel helps me by pushing my head forward. I gag over and over again, letting out a few moans myself, as I take him.

He continues to groan, almost like an animal.

I feel his dick twitching inside my mouth and I know he’s close.

“So close y/n…don’t stop” he motivates me and I don’t.

A few tears spill from my eyes, as he finally fills up my mouth.

“Y/n!” He comes with my name rolling off his tongue.

He squirts a handful into me, and I swallow every single drop. When I pull away, a few drops of his cum drips down my lips. I use my thumb to wipe it off, as I suck it into my mouth. All while keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

He groans again.

“The things you do to me y/n…” he says, and I stand up to meet his eyes.

He smiles a loving smile at me, as he gives me a gentle kiss on the lips. Forgetting that I just swallowed his juices.

A moan escapes his mouth, as he tastes himself on my tongue and lips. Then he pulls away, and looks into my eyes.

Cassian and Rhys comes up behind me us, and I feel two pair of hands wrap around me. I now stand in the middle of the three, tall, muscular Illyrians, and I feel tiny.

Rhys moves some hair from my neck, and leans down to whisper in my ear.

“You’re so beautiful darling…”

I close my eyes, leaning into his touch.

Cassian’s hand moves to my bra, as he traces a hand over it.

“Cass…not again…” I nearly moan.

“Relax princess…let us take care of you” he answers.

I let the run their hands over me a couple of times, let them feel their way over my body. Let them kiss and nibble on my skin. But then I push them away. They all give me a confused look.

I walk away from them, heading to the door, and opening it. Then I walk out and head for the bathroom.

I hear them following me, but I don’t stop. As I enter the bathroom, I strip out of my underwear and walk into the large shower.

I turn on the water, and stand under it, letting it fall onto my body. I soak my hair as well, as I run my hands through it.

When I open my eyes again, I am met with three pairs of eyes. Three pairs of hungry, lustful eyes.

The three bat boys are standing in the bathroom, right in front of me, as their eyes roam over my entire body.

I feel myself heat up again at that. But I ignore it, and go back back to standing under the faucet.

I hear some shuffling and footsteps, before all three of them enter the shower with me.

I open my eyes again to look at them. They’re all hovering over me, and I have to look up to meet their eyes. And they’re all naked. Great.

Just don’t look down y/n. Do not look down. But of course I do. My gaze drops to all their lower abdomens, to the three large cocks that hang there. Oh my fucking god.

I stare fit way too long, a breathy moan leaving my mouth at how they’re already hard.

“Eyes up here princess” Cassian says and my eyes shoot back up.

I swallow deeply, as I find all three of them grinning darkly.

Their own eyes drop to my naked body. Over my chest, stomach, thighs, legs and of course my dripping cunt.

I look at all three of them, deciding which one of them I wanna fuck first. Which cock I wanna feel inside me first.

I head for Rhys as I smash my lips onto his. He immediately wraps his arms around me, and I moan as his hard dick comes in contact with my wet cunt.

I bite down on his lips, my hands moving to either side of me, palming both Azriel and Cassian’s dick in my hands. They both let out groans of surprise.

I continue to make out with Rhys as I play with their cocks.

Rhys’s hands move down to my ass, grabbing a handful, and squeezing tightly. I moan into his mouth.

“I wanna fuck you…” he speaks into my mouth.

“Then fuck me…” I respond the same way.

With that he pulls away, and slams me into the shower wall. He moves one hand to his cock, and pushes slowly inside me. My eyes screw shut at the motion, and I let out a deep moan.

“Fuck Rhys…I don’t know I can-“ I start but he cuts me off, by moving his hand over my mouth.

“You can take it darling. I know you can” he encourages me.

And then he pushes himself the last inches inside of me, and I have to grab onto his shoulders not to cry out of pleasure.

“Cauldron boil me…” I moan out as he starts moving inside me.

Azriel and Cassian take a seat on the bench inside the shower, as they only watch.

My eyes move to them, as Rhys continues to thrust inside of me, and they only smirk.

I notice both of their hard, swollen dicks and I ache to touch them. Help them. Satisfy them.

Rhys moves deeper into me, his hands moving to hold my thighs, so he can thrust as deep as possible.

I try to keep my eyes on Azriel and Cassian, but I struggle as Rhys continues to destroy me.

My nails dig into his shoulders, and I feel myself clenching. I’m close.

“Rhys…I’m close” I breathe out, as he continues to thrust deep inside me.

With that he only pushes harder, his thrusts becoming slower and deeper. That means he’s close too.

“Come on darling…come for me” he encourages, and that throws me over the edge.

My walls tighten around his dick, and I spill myself inside him. He follows me right after, as his own juices leak into me.

“Fuck y/n…you feel so good” he moans as he rises out his orgasm.

As my release ends, I slacken in his arms. Already struggling to stand up from the orgasms I’ve already had.

Rhys notices, and moves his arms to my hips, as he pulls himself out of me. Then he raises his head to meet my eyes. He looks at me worried.

“Are you okay?”

I swallow deeply, and take a deep breath.

“Yes, I’m fine” I confirm with a slight smile.

He nods and gives me a slight smile back, before stepping away from me.

As he moves away, I suddenly get a glance of Azriel and Cassian again, still sitting on the bench.

My eyes dip down to their lower abdomens. Their cocks are still so hard and swollen, and I just ache to have them inside me too. But I’m not sure if I can. My legs are already wobbly, and I’m way too overstimulated.

“I…” I hesitate.

Azriel and Cassian’s gazes both soften at my tone and expression. Then Cassian stands up in front of me, the mother hen that he is.

“Princess? Are you tired?” He tilts my chin to look up at him.

I glance over at Rhys and Azriel again, and they both just look at me softly.

“I can take more…” I lie, or half lie. I do want them. I want both Azriel and Cassian before I go to bed. But I’m just so exhausted. My body feels so weak.

“Princess.” Cassian repeats, and I turn my gaze to him.

“It’s okay, if you’re tired, we can go to sleep” he comforts me.

“I do want you…I just” I don’t wanna miss this opportunity.

“It’s okay angel. We don’t wanna exhaust you. We can take it some other time” Azriel speaks up as well.

“But we had a moment…” I slightly argue.

“More moments will come. Believe me when I say that you will have the opportunity for this again” Cassian tells me with a slight grin.

I can’t help but smile at his playfulness.

“Alright then, but you’re still staying with me through the night. I will not let you leave” I demand them.

“As you command” Cassian salutes mockingly, and I can’t help but giggle.

——————

We’ve rinsed off all our sweat and scents, and I’m currently sitting at the edge of the bed, Azriel braiding my hair.

Cassian and Rhys are sitting pressed up against the headboard, ready for cuddle and sleep.

The need and lust isn’t as strong anymore, but my body is still very exhausted and tired.

“And done.” Azriel says, as he ties up my braid.

“Thank you…” I turn around.

He smiles, cups my cheeks, and gives me a loving kiss on the forehead. Then he pulls back, and sits next to the other two Illyrians.

They’re all dressed in pajama pants and cotton t-shirts. I’m wearing a cotton night gown, my hair now freshly braided.

I look down, fiddling with the hem of my gown, as I can’t look at them. I still feel bad for not letting Cassian and Azriel fuck me too. I said I wanted them, and then I just left them hanging. Guilt creeps up my throat.

“Darling, you’re still not feeling bad right?” Rhys asks, but I don’t meet his eyes.

“No I just-“ I cut myself off.

Then I lift my head to look at all of them.

“I’m sorry for blowing you off…” I look at both Cassian and Azriel.

“Princess, how many times do we have to tell you? It’s alright. We don’t care. All we want is for you to feel comfortable and safe” Cassian reassures me.

“But I-“

“No. You don’t get to apologize angel. You did nothing wrong” Azriel hushes me.

I sigh deeply and decide to slowly crawl over to them instead. I move in between Cassian and Rhys, as I tug the covers over my body.

Then I lay my head on Cassian’s shoulder, and I grab his much larger hand, fiddling with it.

I can feel all their gazes on me.

So I look up at Cassian through my eyelashes, and ask innocently.

“What?”

Cassian reaches out a hand to move a loose strand behind my ear, then he cups my cheek.

He leans down and pecks my lips softly. Then he mutters into my mouth.

“Beautiful”

I feel heat creeping up my cheeks. I don’t deserve them.

He pulls away from my mouth, but I can’t tear my eyes away from him. My lips are still parted where his were a few moments ago.

Then I decide to do something very bold. I grab his face in my hands, and smash my lips onto his.

He immediately falls a little back by the sudden action, but naturally his hands move to my waist. I move on top of him, my legs straddling his thighs.

Then I open my mouth to kiss him deeper, my tongue wanting entrance to his.

“Y/n” he pulls away. I quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Let’s go to sleep” he tells me, his hands staying on my waist.

“But I’m giving you what you want?” I look at him confused.

Rhys puts a hand on my thigh. I look to him.

“Y/n. You need to stop trying to please everyone. Take time for yourself. Rest” he tells me.

I turn towards Azriel. He’s looking at me with that same pitying face. I don’t want their pity.

“I don’t need rest. I need to give you what you want. All of you.” I protest, my hand moving for the hem of Cassian’s trousers.

He stops me, placing his own hands on top of mine.

“Y/n. Look at me” he says, and I lift my gaze slowly.

“Let’s sleep. And then we can do this tomorrow”

I sigh. I suppose they’re right. I am quite tired. And I do need sleep.

“On one condition” I argue.

“And what is that?” Azriel asks.

“These” I hint for their shirts.

“Need to go”

They all smile at me, before moving to take them off. The shirts land on the floor, and I can’t help but drool a little over their muscular forms.

“Can we go to sleep now?” Rhys asks me, and I nod.

I move off Cassian, and back between him and Rhys, lying down on the pillow. They all lie down as well, the duvets pulling over us.

I turn my body towards Cassian, and he turns towards me. My leg moves over his, and my arm drapes over his bare chest. The other arm I move over his waist slightly. I snuggle into his neck, inhaling his scent.

He wraps a strong arm around me, pulling me closer, as he kisses the top of my head lovingly.

I feel Rhys shift behind me, as his front suddenly presses into my back. He also moves a hand over my waist, his face nuzzling into my neck.

I can’t see Azriel, but I know he’s lying behind Cassian. Mostly because his hand interlaces with mine on Cassian’s waist, as I snuggle closer.

I close my eyes, letting myself rest, as I finally feel comfortable. I feel safe. I feel loved.

[swordsmans]

your fics makes me want to kill myself!!!! 🫶🫶🫶

hi genuinely thank you for reading—i’m very grateful—and i’m sorry to use your message as an example but i’ve been sitting on this for a minute because it’s very succinct so it’s the easiest way to say this—

please stop sending me anon messages or leaving fic comments like this. i know im an “angst with a happy ending” type of writer so at a certain point im basically asking for it, but these type of comments are some of the worst to receive and ive gotten so many (along with “this fic ruined my life!!” and “i hate you!!!<3333 what the fuck” and “im sobbing pay for my emotional damages 😭😭” type asks, dms, and comments) over the last two years across all of my fics with a big burst recently that it’s just. it’s not fun, it’s never been fun but it’s especially not fun anymore. it was a pretty rough year and it does not make me happy to think that art i’ve spent months at a time working on is actively hurting people, even if it’s meant as a compliment. i recognize this is a sensitive response especially after i’ve done my best to laugh and brush these things off “publicly” (idk how else to word that) or just quietly delete these, but i dunno, maybe its after midnight and im jet-lagged or maybe im just not especially thick-skinned anymore.

thank you to everyone who has been very kind and effusive since my return to fanfic—truly, you are the beloved majority and you’ve made the last two years a gift and a miracle—but i’ll be finishing up a couple of projects throughout the spring so i can close the book (heh) on my wips and then focusing on, idk, touching grass for the foreseeable future. maybe it’ll be a few months or years again, maybe i’ll post things on anon for a while or just write for friends, maybe i’ll pivot entirely and write kindle unlimited hockey dark mafia dinosaur erotica novellas. i don’t know. i love writing, and i want to write in a way that builds connections with people by exploring deep emotional catharsis etc etc etc, but it’s very hard to feel like it’s worthwhile when the more stories i post, the more comments like this come around.

[charmercharm3r]

Make Love, Not Porn

Puppeteer

HHJ

Masterlist, Story Masterlist

18+ content — minors, do not interact

Synopsis: You crave a life of normalcy, he craves you. And he'd do anything to keep you, even if you're for the world to see.

wc: 4.3k

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, barista!hyunjin x cam girl!reader, mutual masturbation, cum eating, oral (f receiving), faking orgasms, nonsexual showering together hehehe, lmk if I missed anything

Past Broadcasts : Heat Signature

Live : Puppeteer

Next Scheduled Broadcast : Hi, My Name Is

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Fuck self control. Fuck whoever’s watching. Fuck him, and fuck him hard, you’ll do it on camera…

…Is what would’ve happened if your entire livelihood wasn’t excitedly tuning in to watch you masturbate.

It was difficult to watch him touch himself to you while not being able to so much as say his name when you wanted to so badly. All you wanted was to fall to your knees and suckle his leaking cock like it was a sweet treat, make him whimper and cry and beg you to let him cum until there isn’t anything left in his body. Only then would you climb up his body and ride him until he’s a subby ball of overstimulation and dry orgasms. That’s the fantasy.

“Fuck– wait, I’m gonna cum–”

“Have I kept you waiting long?”

A rather loud slap of skin on skin and the creaking of the bed in the background made your body jolt, you obviously had to peek a glance to make sure Hyunjin was okay. And he definitely was.

Both of his hands clasped over his mouth to repress the loud strings of moans turned into muffled heavy breathing and cum shooting from his tip to leave ribbons of white decorating his chest and abdomen. Hyunjin couldn’t keep his hips from rutting into the air as he fought the urge to sob out. 

What a good boy, you wanted to say, but returned your attention to the floods of comments pouring in.

“Sorry, I just got a new pet! He might make some noise, I’m still house training him. So don’t mind the disruptions! How are you today?” You leaned your elbows into the desk and intentionally squished your bra clad breasts together. There was a small grunt that caught your attention, stealing another glance at the boy who struggled to keep a lid on his excitement. Hyunjin had let his hands fall to the bed while he attempted to regain his composure, cum dripping down the sides of his body and cock still twitching, untouched.

Back to work.

“Oh, hard day? I’m sorry to hear that… I hope what I’ve got planned will make it all better, even just for a little while. I wanna get right to it, ‘m so excited!” Times like this, you were glad the camera didn’t show your face, you caught quick looks of Hyunjin sitting up onto his elbow, reaching for his dick again, determination on his face and clearly nowhere near finished.

“We’re taking things old fashioned today. Just me, you,” you wiggled your fingers beside your chest, “and the pretty manicure mister callingherdaddy helped me pick out. I do like purple, even got a set to match because you’ve been so generous. Thank you, sir.”

The comments scrolled faster than you could read, so you didn’t bother for the moment being. Instead, you took your time to pull your hair up, keeping it off your shoulders so that the camera wouldn’t pick up you looking in Hyunjin’s flustered direction. He watched your every movement like a hawk and you were the bunny, waiting for the moment you gave him the chance to swoop in, claws first.

Gently, slowly you ran your hands across your puffed chest, tugging the bra straps to drape off your shoulders as you leaned back in the chair. Hyunjin sucked in a deep breath and lightly massaged the area around his still hard cock at the possibility that you could take a good while, while he could take a good thirty seconds to blow again. But you didn’t really have the patience. It felt like an honor that he’d been so vulnerable with you. Though, maybe that was pushing it considering he’s still a man. Men think with their dicks, and he was certainly using every brain cell he had.

“I’m feeling a little needy. It won’t bother you if I get straight to it, will you?” Hyunjin held your stare with confidence, this time you truly were talking to him. He shook his head, no. “Good. Don’t mind if I help myself, then.”

You were so eager. Eager and wet. Sopping. Before taking off the panties, you hiked your knees onto the edge of the table and pressed your fingers to the darkened gusset. The wetness gushed outwards from the point of pressure and the both of you could hear the lewd slick sloshing between your folds. Hyunjin’s eyes rolled back again for a second as his head fell to the side, pretty lips parting for a heavy sigh. 

That fucking look in his eye, like he was ready to spring up and devour you at any given moment. You wanted him to and it was so difficult to resist. The pinging of the tips going off made you check the screen and slide the panties off but leaving it hanging off your ankle.

“Sorry, lovely, I can’t wait. Feel like I’ve been waiting for this all day.” The shy giggle you let out made Hyunjin smile too, a shit-eating smirk that made you wanna tie him to the bed posts naked and leave him there all night.

As soon as your fingers made contact with your puffy clit a horny moan pushed past your lips. It was hardly any pressure aside from the intense eye contact Hyunjin wouldn’t dare let die down. His hand dwindled higher to grab the base of his cock, stroking just the shortest bit to tease himself. It wasn’t the fact that you were touching yourself that got you so worked up, it was him. The pretty face that couldn’t break away from yours because he was hanging on every word you said.

Your fingers moved a little faster to rub the bundle of nerves in tight circles, perfect pressure to make your eyes flutter. “This is already too much for me. Ha, isn’t that funny? Fuck– feels so good. Just missing– mm– one thing. One big thing.” You gestured with your eyes down to his cock and watched as his entire body tensed up, hand slapping over his mouth again to conceal a groan.

Hyunjin’s body felt on fire, like the cum leaking from him was made of molten lava and it burned in the best way possible. He loved the way your hole clenched the quicker you circled your fingers, how your toes would curl when you pushed harder, the slow rakes of your gaze up and down his lean body, how you’d linger a little longer on the way his hand wrapped around his cock like you were memorizing the way he liked to be touched. It was because you were, still jotting down mental notes of every nook and cranny of his body because you wanted to know it like you knew your own. Don’t tell him that, though.

“Look at that,” you pried your hand away to spread your fingers to show the camera the stickiness between them. Hyunjin couldn’t see it very well, but when you brought your fingers to your mouth and moaned, he got the idea and jerked his cock a little faster. “Mmm, would you taste me? I know you’d be so good with your tongue.

“I don’t think I’ll last long, lovely. It’s so hard to hold back when I think of you.”

Hyunjin matched your now frenzying speed, fucking his hand tighter when you switched hands rubbing at your clit to slide them down to your hole. Oh, you were glistening all over, sweating under the mutual heat both you and the barista were giving off. His wrist occasionally twisted while you attempted to curl your fingers at the right angle, but as well as you knew your body, you knew you’d never be able to reach unless you suddenly learned the secrets of a contortionist within the next few seconds.

Aching limbs, pussy growing more and more used to the ministrations the longer your orgasm refused to come to light, you were ready to fake one just to give your wrist and cunt a break. Even Hyunjin could see the slight difficulty, but wasn’t really sure of why. You’d seemed perfectly fine on your own during all those other live streams where you weren’t using a toy. But when he thought a little harder, the only time there wasn’t an extra source of stimulus, be it that a grinder, vibrator, dildo, there was always an extra set of hands. Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman, any person you’d collaborate with for the time being. You called it an “old fashioned” type of stream tonight, but didn’t think it entirely through.

Because you were really struggling, as in to the point where your eyebrows were furrowing and biting your bottom lip to hide the desperate whimpers that hinted to your viewers that you weren’t truly as close as you said you were.

He was right there. He was so close, pretty lips plumped ready to be used and big hands fisting his cock instead of being around your neck. How come this was suddenly an issue? Now that he’s here and you can’t have him, you can’t cum?

As you could see him visibly getting nearer to his end, you mouthed, “come here,” looked at the spot next to your desk and out of view of the camera for him to stand. Hyunjin rushed to the spot and tried to keep the sloshing, slick sounds of his jerking as quiet as possible. You could smell him, his musky scent and hint of coffee grounds that made your mind numb. The atmosphere rose a few degrees as the sweat dripped down his temple and onto his reddening chest. Fuck, everything about him made you want to cut the stream short, end it right here and blame it on a power outage or something, make up an excuse just because you wanted him so fucking badly.

It’s a problem, one that got you so frustrated that you did fake an orgasm, the whole shebang. Your body convulsed, you clamped your pussy around your fingers and let out a moan that seemed maybe a little too forced. But you didn’t care. The orgasm that was on the tip of your tongue could wait the few seconds it took to say your parting words. With Hyunjin at your side, you slipped your hand off to the side to rake your nails down his thigh, feeling him shudder beneath the touch.

“Told you, I couldn’t wait, he he he. ‘M sorry for ending things a little early today. I think that new pet of mine is very eager to play. I promise, we’ll have more fun next time. See you soon, lovely.” You took your hand from Hyunjin to do your sign off and click the ending button. As soon as you did, he rumbled a moan you could tell he’d been dying to let out.

You spun in your chair to face him entirely and spread your legs again. Just as you did, his fist sped up, no longer caring about the noise he made. Rubbing at your clit was his last straw, looking up at him with those desperate, watery eyes.

“Cum, baby. I need you.” The breathy whine, you almost begging him, Hyunjin panicked for a second until you gestured at your cunt, “but if you make a mess, you clean it up, pet.”

He didn’t hesitate even after knowing the consequences. But to Hyunjin, getting to lick his cum off your pussy was definitely not a consequence he’d ever complain about. “Ah– shit, gonna cum– fuck, you’re so pretty. Such a pretty pussy, oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Within the few inches closer he came, he couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer and initially missed the first rope or two of cum and splattered it over your thighs, the rest then spreading between your folds with every rub of your fingers on your clit, making even more of a mess than necessary. It was so warm and slippery, your eyes fluttered for a second at the sensation. But you wanted more, too needy to even think about what could come from this.

Before Hyunjin had entirely come down, you reached up to push him down by the shoulders, bringing him to his knees with his face in front of your puffy cunt. He was ready to go to town, but still waited for you to tell him that it was okay. And at just a nod and a small moan, he dove in, licking his seed off your pussy like frosting on a cake. He didn’t know he could taste so sweet when your juices mixed with his.

And dear fucking god, how warm you were. He wasn’t sure where he wanted to start and just sort of went in everywhere. Fat tongue licking stripes up and down and covering every inch he possibly could, messily lathering your bundle of nerves in his saliva just to make it sound sloppier when he finally suctioned it between his lips. He was a master at that, you knew his lips wouldn’t fail to make your legs shake. You wanted to tangle your fingers in his hair, but even that felt like crossing a line.

Was there really a line, though, now that his head was between your legs? It didn’t matter right now, he was doing too good of a job for you to worry about the after part.

Hyunjin slurped and suckled on you until you were moaning out for him, gripping at the armrests of your desk chair and borderline screaming because he was just what you needed. He looked up at you between breaths, smiling into your pussy while softly palming at his cock again. Taking a second for you to gather yourself, he licked up the leftover cum that covered your thighs, gently kissing his way back to where you wanted him.

Even if it was only a few seconds he’d pulled away, you whined when his lips connected to you again. It felt like a broken powerline, the electricity that coursed through you when he buried his face in your warmest parts.

As he sucked in, the tip of his tongue wiggled softly over your clit, and that strange, wonderful feeling made your hands shoot out to grab onto his hair, gripping onto it so tightly that the brief idea it might rip out did cross your mind. Just for a split second, though, because he didn’t stop even as you tugged him in closer, as close as physically possible without your bodies somehow miraculously phasing into one another.

“Fuck, fuck fuck– don’t stop, baby. Fuck, ‘m gonna cum. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” He hummed in acknowledgement, and that little detail is what sent you flying over the handlebars and face first into the pavement for your orgasm to clean sweep through your body. The heat overtook every one of your nerves to make you unsure of whether or not you were completely silent in bliss or screaming at the top of your lungs from the intense euphoria.

Has it always been like that? Were your orgasms always that… vivid? If that’s even the right word for it. Part of you didn’t want to let him go even after the high subsided, content with just running your fingers through his hair. Hyunjin didn’t seem to mind, he was mindlessly kitten licking the rest of his cum off the parts of you he’d missed, head contently laid in the crook of your pelvis. As your heart rate slowed, you tapped the top of his head gently so you could look at him properly.

The bottom half of his face was glistening in juices, yours, his, probably mostly yours. But also, his cheeks were a bright red to match the tops of his ears, and his gaze was no longer carnal but plainly tender, stars and warm pink mood lights making him sparkle. Kindly, you leaned forward to take his chin in your hand and swipe the lingering fluids from his lips and Hyunjin smiled.

“Did so good,” you cooed. He leaned his head into your palm. “Wanna, maybe, shower?”

“Mhm.”

You helped him to stand up and guide him into the bathroom to start the water. He was shaky without your being there to stabilize him, probably more sensitive than he was letting on. When you turned to leave, he reached out for your arm. “Just getting us some towels,” Hyunjin nodded and awkwardly waited in the middle of the bathroom until you returned. His face lit up seeing the multiple towels in your hand.

“You’re coming in with me?”

“Of course,” setting them down and opening the shower door for him to enter. “What kind of host would I be if I didn’t?”

Your apartment only had one bathroom, all of the stuff in here was yours. Your soap, your shampoo, all of your hair masks and body exfoliators, it was just you. Prospectively, Hyunjin knew he shouldn’t get his hopes up about this, about you helping him. You were just doing a service. But then again, you also contradicted yourself. He hadn’t prepared to touch you today, let alone even come into your apartment. This was unfamiliar territory. Does he thank you? Does he kiss you? God, he wants to kiss you. Does he ask what you are now?

You maneuvered him under the water first, gently tilting his head back to let the stream soak his hair. It ran down his cheeks, down his chest and body as his eyes quietly closed under the warmth of the water and your hands. Your touch was feather light, he might’ve thought he was daydreaming if you weren’t softly instructing him when you wanted him to move. Even that put him into such a dream-like, hazy state. If this was all that was to come from meeting you, he wouldn’t mind. 

The lather of the shampoo filled his nostrils to make him open his eyes, seeing you bubbling it between your hands. Hyunjin’s only thought in his head was how beautiful you were, skin damp and wet, rosy cheeks, so domestic and loving. He didn’t notice the small grin playing along his lips when you reached up to massage the shampoo into his hair. You smiled back, though. Just briefly, but he saw it. Warmth filled his chest and pushed his head harder into your hands. “Smells good,” he murmured.

“Do you like orange blossoms?”

“Is that what it is?” He didn’t care enough to look away from your face.

“Mhm.” You were finished with the task much sooner than he wanted. Just as you were about to reach for the body wash, he put his hands on your shoulders to switch places. You stood under the water with a confused expression. “You don’t have to do that,” you said softly while he grabbed the shampoo bottle.

“I want to.”

His attempt at washing your hair was nowhere near as tranquil for you as it was for him. He did his best, but didn’t put enough shampoo in his hands and had to keep going back for more, dropping the bottle a few times. It made you laugh, your sweet giggles making his embarrassment worth it. When he tried to help you rinse it out, he forgot to put his hand on your forehead to keep the suds from getting into your eyes, embarrassment rushing immediately back. Even then, you laughed and smiled and went along with the domestic role playing for as long as he wanted.

It made his heart flutter the most as it was time to cleanse his body. Your hands running up and down, feeling him everywhere, even the most intimate of places. You asked him if it was okay first before traversing further south. Honestly, he didn’t mind you touching him there, even if he was flaccid. For some reason, he trusted you. The way you spoke before about intimacy and human connections made every minute detail feel larger than it was. Like he was connected to a set of strings, being pulled in any direction you wanted and manipulating his every move, he didn’t care, not when it was you controlling him this way. Hyunjin was ready to do anything you asked. He wasn’t even thinking about sex as your fingers grazed his soft cock to get to his thighs. Not so much as a twitch when you looked down at his private area to make sure you rinsed everything thoroughly. That’s not because he suddenly wasn’t attracted to you, but because he was so fucking attracted to you that he didn’t feel the need to think about sex every second he was with you to maintain that attraction. It was a rare emotion to feel, and desperately held onto it.

For you, you were masking the little pang of hurt when there was no physical reaction to being in the shower with you. He didn’t so much as try to kiss you, didn’t try to touch you other than shampooing your hair and hardly laying a finger on you to soap.

It was the post nut clarity. It happens every time. Why did you think he’d be any different? There was one thing all men wanted. He got it, on to the next.

Men are selfish. Which is why he jumped at the opportunity to leave after the two of you were done cleaning up. It went similar to your usual interaction with male partners;

“Did you want to stay the night? In case you’re too tired?”

“No, no, I should get home. I don’t wanna overstay my welcome.”

“It’s no trouble.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

He changed, took one of your offered snacks for the road, and left.

And you weren’t planning to ever show your face in that coffee shop ever again.

Hyunjin was skipping home after leaving your place. He had a plan to get you to want to see him again. The only reason you didn’t take him up on your offer of staying the night was because he didn’t want you to think he wanted to go further. He’d snuck one of the other specially doodle cardboard cup sleeves he kept in his apron onto your cam desk with his phone number written on it, also a sweet message that would hopefully make you smile.

He’d fought the urge to kiss you all night, really kiss you. Not the “I wanna stick my dick in you,” kind of kiss, but the “I wanna make you breakfast in the morning and lend you my sweaters so they smell like you,” kind of kiss. All he thought about the whole walk home was just that, he was literally skipping down the sidewalk.

When he came home his roommates asked why he was so late and why he looked so disgustingly happy. Glowing was how Seungmin put it. Hyunjin was absolutely glowing.

But that glow faded over the next few days when you didn’t call him. You didn’t come into the coffee shop. You were still doing your usual streams, and that stung a little, seeing you but not seeing you. He should’ve asked for your phone number instead of leaving his. God, that was so fucking stupid of him to do.

Maybe he misread the entire situation. You got yours, he got his, there was no reason for you to ever speak again. That had to have been the reason you never reached out. And it fucking sucked. He hated it. He had a taste of you– literally tasted you– and was forced to quit you dead cold. It was miserable. He was miserable. The strings were cut and he was a lifeless piece of hollowed out wood. He tipped you during your streams just like before, he knew you knew it was him, but you slowly stopped acknowledging it. Hyunjin didn’t quit, he kept telling you how much he wanted you in the only way he knew how. Until you told him you didn’t want him, he was going to try.

Then Seungmin, ever the big brained menace he is, suggested that he should just stop by your place. Seungmin didn’t know details, he didn’t know who you were or what your job was, just that his roommate was sulking over a girl that was purposefully ignoring him. Hyunjin’s roommate didn’t think the barista would take it literally.

After Hyunjin got off work the next day, he made your favorite drink and even used one of his weekly free bakery items to bring as an extra apology gift. He picked up some flowers from a nearby floral shop, had them write your name in that pretty cursive and it even made the worker blush. They told him, “whoever these are for must either be very special or about to get a hefty apology.”

Hyunjin answered, “both.”

He wasn’t even sure if you’d be home, it wasn’t one of your streaming nights. Still, he hoped and prayed that you were. Hyunjin hesitated to knock, he hadn’t seen you in person in a week and felt the anxiety bubbling in his belly. But he missed you, more than he’d ever missed anyone. If he felt like this now, what was he to do if you were home and rejected him a second time? He doesn’t know if he could handle that.

Still, he found the courage to knock, barely audible but loud enough that you came to the door. Hyunjin stood up straighter, took a deep breath, and waited for the door to swing open. But it didn’t. Did you trip and fall? Did you need help? He swears that it was your footsteps he heard coming.

He stood in waiting, returning to holding his breath after knocking one more time. Nothing came. 

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[justjams2003]

Hiii! Super loved your recent work (fast pace) 🩷 I was really hooked and now it's one of my favorite Carlos fics here!

I was wondering if I could request a special part of it? Anything like their life with their kids, their life after carlos' retirement, or something domestic! Thank you 🫶🏻

Hi! I just want to apologize for making you wait for so long. I took a bit of a writing break after finishing Fast Pace. But I got inspired after Carlos won last weekend! Please enjoy:

Summary: Some domestic bliss as you and Carlos pick up your three eldest children after their first day of Grade 1 and kindergarten.

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Husband!Father!Carlos Sainz x Wife!Mother!Reader

Warnings: Carlos is aged up and is in this request now 41. Age difference. A cute happy family. Even still, manipulation, control, obsession. Carlos tampers with your birth control. Kissing. A very slight mention of alcohol.

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The first year of marriage was amazing. You spent almost every hour with Carlos. Jumping from airplane to airplane, country to country. You were attached at the hip. The media either loved it or hated it...you actually didn’t know. At some point, a PR team took over your Instagram and it was rare for you to ever actually read the comments or news. Any information you’d receive would come from Carlos and his team, after all, they’re all you really can trust.  

 That was, of course, until, mysteriously, your birth control pills stopped working. It feels like so long ago, the day Carlos picked you up in his arms, celebrating the news of a child. Now, you wait outside the school gates, seven years later, with a much older Carlos but just as excited. His eyes now crinkle up and he has a few grey steaks at the temples of his hair. But he’s not any less handsome.  

Especially when his big strong arms holds your daughter in his arms. Your little girl sits perched on his hip. The only other girl in his life, besides you. She looks so much like him. Dark toughs of hair that you’ve combed this morning with the same wavy texture as his hair. Her big brown eyes gleam up with such love at him.  

And at the same time, he carries your son in his car seat with the other arm. He’s sleeping soundly, his dummy bobbing up and down as he suckles in his sleep. You’re so glad Carlos is here to help. You were sad three years ago when he decided to retire at the end of the season. But now, you’re so grateful. You don’t think you could do this with him on the other side of the world.  

You feel like you’ve been pregnant forever now. Totally accidently five months after giving birth, now you’re 2 months pregnant again. You groan, everything hurts. Your breasts are engorged from breastfeeding and now being pregnant again. You’ve got constant heartburn and nausea. Your hair has thinned and your nails feel brittle. And yet, including all that, Carlos still believes wholeheartedly that you are the most gorgeous girl in the whole world.  

Carlos steps closer to you and places a kiss on your temples. “¿Cómo te sientes, mi amor?” When was the last time that you spoke English? You can’t really remember, because now Spanish also sounds like English. “Tired, mostly, I’ve missed the boys all day, it feels so strange without them home.” He chuckles and nods, “It’s strange for the house to be quiet... You think everything went well?”  

You smile and turn to the gates, you know Carlos is worried his children might be bullied or used for his name. That they won’t be able to make proper friends, that all the kids would just use them to get into the celebrity world. You had a meeting with the twins and Junior’s schools to handle this with grace.  

You can feel the other parents whisper, talking with each other. You feel someone tap your shoulder. You turn, it’s a woman who looks to be your age, 31. Where has the time gone? She smiles and speaks in Spanish, like everyone else where you live. “Is this your first time?” She asks with a kind smile. You return the expression, “No, not at kindergarten. But it’s still as nerve wracking.”  

She laughs with you as you begin your small talk. “But, after this we have to pick up our son at first grade, which makes our stomachs turn.” You laugh and lightly graze Carlos’ arm to show who ‘we’ are. “Is this your husband?” She asks and Carlos nods. “Hi, I’m Carlos. I would shake your hand but my hands are a little full.” He says, referring to the children in his hands. He refuses to let you carry anything while pregnant.  

“And I’m Y/N.” You shake her hand and she also introduces herself. Then your ear catches the sound of excited children screaming as the first classroom door opens. Your head snaps to the noise and then you see the teacher you had met with walking to the gate with a trail of kids behind her.  

You can see your twin boys anxiously scanning the parents trying to find you. And when the eldest of the two do see you, he grabs his brother’s arm and quickly runs over. “Mama! Papa!” They yell and excitedly run over into your arms. They wrap their arms around you, as you bend down and hug them close.  

“Hello, my loves, how was it?” You ask, combing the hair out of their eyes. They look a lot more like you than the other kids. “It was fun, but missed you mama.” Dario, the youngest of the two says. Your girl babbles and makes grabbing hands at Antonio, the oldest of the twins. “Papa, wanna hold sis.” Antonio says, Carlos smiles and puts Bianca down on her little feet. Your kids hug each other, Carlos has raised his sons to have the same protectiveness as he has over their mother and sister.  

“Come on, hold my hand.” You say taking each of their hands in your own. Carlos crosses the road first and then you. He opens the car door for you. It’s almost ironic for this retired championship formula one driver to now be the one driving a mini-van. It is his fault, he just can’t keep his hands off his wife. Carlos wouldn’t have it any other way.  

He buckles each of the kids into their car seat. The twins next to each other in the back and the two youngest in the front. Your youngest, seven month old is the best behaved. He sleeps in his car seat, that is until the twins start arguing, like always. Who had the best lunchbox, who is tallest, who mom and dad like most. Even though, you made sure they had the same lunchbox, they’re twins and thus the same height and like all parents, you don’t have a favourite.  

“Oi! Stop arguing, you’ll wake up your brother.” Carlos commands, his tongue moving fast in his home language. It still gets you all warm when he speaks Spanish. “Sorry, papa,” they say in unison. You just sigh and shake your head. “Papa?” Your daughter, Bianca calls out. “Yes, my princess?” Carlos replies. “Ice-cream?” The little girl asks, your heart melts and you’re certain that your husband is also a puddle. “After we pick up Junior, we’ll go out for ice-cream.”  

Your kids scream in excitement, causing your baby to start whimpering and then soon crying. “Ai, mi amour.” Carlos sighs and shakes his head, his eyes meet yours in the rear-view mirror while you sit next to your youngest children. You slightly lean over your seat and give him a kiss on his greying temples. “It’s okay, my love.”  

You’ve got Raúl, your youngest, strapped into your sling. Bianca sits high on Carlos’ shoulders, daddy’s little girl. Her fingers gripped into his salt and pepper hair. You can’t help but reach up and untangle her fingers. “My love, when did you start going grey?” You ask Carlos, staring into his warm brown eyes. He just laughs and shakes his head.  

“Must you point it out? I feel so old compared to the other parents...” He mutters, the other parents are around your age, some even younger. “I like it though...a silver fox.” He once again laughs and sighs. “No, mi amor.” You grin wildly at his reaction. “41 Isn’t that old...” He mumbles and again you just smirk. “I mean, Alonso was still racing at 41...” 

That really does get him, he bursts out laughing. “Yeah, you’re not wrong...” Then you feel Dario tug on your hand. “Look, Mama!” You see kids, with backpacks looking far too big for their tiny bodies, come pouring out of classroom. Then your eldest son, you can’t help but smile seeing he’s chatting with other kids. And then his big brown eyes look up and see Carlos, he begins running.  

The little boy runs up and hugs Carlos around the legs. Your twins greet their oldest brother. Bianca waves down to her brother from above. Junior gleams up, you remember when you gave birth to Bianca, Junior wanted to do everything for her. He’d carry her around every chance he got.  

“Come, papa said we can have ice-cream.” You tell Junior after he hugs you. “Really?” He asks, his eyes beaming up. Carlos winks and then nods.  

Ding! Your phone has a notification. You grab your phone on the nightstand. “Who is it?” Carlos asks, coming out of the shower. All five of your kids are fast asleep. You read the text. “It’s Alex.” She and Charles had married 3 years ago, no kids yet. “What does she say?” Carlos asks, lying down in the bed next to you, taking your phone and reading the text.  

“Hey Y/N, we miss you, why don’t we go out and party tonight? Leave the kids with Carlos.” She texted in the group chat, and Kika added. “We haven’t seen you in like years now that Carlos isn’t racing anymore.” Carlos just laughs at their antics. He hands your phone back to you. “Do you want to go?” He asks, raising his brow.  

When was the last time you went out alone? When was the last time that you weren’t with Carlos? Since he retired...there hasn’t really been a second alone? It would be kind of nice, to talk about something other than the kids... “I’d prefer if you didn’t...” Carlos mutters, he crawls down to your stomach. He gently lifts your pyjama short and kisses your stomach. “Pregnant and all...”  

You just smile, combing your fingers through his salt and pepper hair. You pick up your phone and text your friends in the groupchat. “Sorry, girls, can’t have alcohol...🙈” You get a quick reply back. “Again?!” “Didn’t you like just give birth???” Your cheeks go red at their comments. You feel the urge to send them a photo of Carlos kissing your stomach, but don’t. You do, however, take a photo, saving it for later and then put the phone down.  

“I hope it’s another girl.” He mutters, placing small kisses on your stomach. You can’t help but smirk. “I hope it’s the last one.” You mutter, playing with his hair. He pouts, placing his chin gently on your stomach. “Why? You look so fucking good pregnant.” He says, lust in his gaze. You just laugh and roll your eyes. “To you, maybe. But I’m telling you, my love, I don’t want to have to drive a limousine to their schools.”  

You can see him think for a moment. “You mean it? No more kids?” He says, jutting out his bottom lip and making his eyes gleam. It’s hard to say no to him, but you stay firm, for once in your life. You actually wanted to stop after the twins. Not that you love Bianca and Raúl any less.  

But this number six is the most difficult so far. You’re taking both pre-and-postnatals at the same time. “Yes, I mean it.” You say, stern. You’d like your body to be yours again...“Alright, I’ll get the snip. I don’t want you on those damn pills. I can’t fucking stand them, they’re unnatural.” He mutters, his jaw locking...  

Huh...Always thinking about your well-being...  

“You look so fucking good as a mom. Seeing how much they adore you. It’s hard to keep my hands off you.” He snarls, his kisses on your stomach becoming more sloppy. He trails up to your lips. Capturing your lips in his. So furious and desperate on your lips. “I love you, mi amor. You’re mine. Only mine.”  

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The Weight of Blood: Tom/Theo/Draco/Regulus/Fem!Reader (Part Eight)

MDNI, 18+, NSFW

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A/N-New Poll Coming: I can't believe we are officially halfway done with this story! Ugh, I have come to love these characters so much that it hurts. I have an idea for my next story in the works, so keep an eye out for the pairing/character poll coming soon!

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Theodore Nott x Draco Malfoy x Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

TW: Smut (p in v), Oral sex (F! Receiving), Spanking, Choking, Praise and light Degradation, Ownership Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Jealousy, Secrets, Threats. (Lmk if I missed any!)

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated 🥰😚

(Only using a Theo gif because the smut in this chapter is just him and you)

Chapter Eight

Y/n

The Next Day

“Everyone is staring,” I whisper to Tom, holding his hand as we all walk together down the corridor to transfiguration. 

Theo drapes an arm over my shoulders, only adding to the whispers and stares. “Let them stare, cara mia. They’re just jealous,” he kisses the side of my head. (my dear)

I try my best to brush it off, and it seems to work as we walk into class. I don’t have to be here today if I don’t want to, but they can’t miss another day, and I don’t want to be alone. Call me clingy or whatever you want, but I’ve gotten used to their presence from spending the entire last two days together. 

“Ms. Hunt, it’s nice to see you,” Professor McGonagall smiles politely as she greets us walking into class. 

“Nice to see you too, Professor,” I smile as they guide me to their usual row in the back. The tables are lined up next to each other but only have room for two. 

Theo and Draco sit at one. I move to sit down and I sit at an empty desk, assuming Tom or Reggie will sit down next to me, but to my surprise, it’s Cedric Diggory who takes the empty seat next to mine. 

I can feel the palpable anger radiating off of all of them as Cedric smiles at me. “Where have you been, y/n? I’ve missed you.” 

I open my mouth to speak when Tom interrupts and leans on the desk between me and Cedric, his voice dripping with venom. “Unless you want to miss your life, I highly suggest you move.” 

Cedric looks up at Tom with confusion. “I’m sorry? Y/n,” Cedric looks at me. “Are you friends with them now?” 

“We’re more than friends, Diggory,” Reggie chimes in on his other side. “She’s with us, now move.” 

I shift in my seat, uncomfortable with the tension, Cedric is my friend, even through all of the shit with Cormac, and it starts to bug me that they’re being so hard on him. “He’s my friend,” I look up at Tom and Regulus. 

Tom’s eyes flicker from mine down to the collar around my neck and back to my eyes again. “I didn’t ask if he was your friend. I told him to leave,” he leans down, slides a finger under the collar around my neck, and pulls my face closer to his. “You’re ours. So if I say you sit your little ass next to us, you do it. No if, and, or buts. Do I make myself clear, little one?” 

I nod softly, clenching my thighs together under the table. Tom lets go of my collar and backs away just enough for me to stand and take a seat between him and Theo. I give Cedric an apologetic look as Regulus sits between him and Tom. “Alright, class,” Professor McGonagall starts the class. “Today, we will be working on turning a king into a rook. I’m sure you are all familiar with Wizard Chess.” 

We all nod as she continues. “Very good,” she waves her wand and gives us each a king chess piece. “The incantation and the correct pronunciation can be found on page fifty-seven in your books. You may work alone, in pairs, or in groups. I will collect your pieces at the end of class. Please do not be ashamed if you cannot perform this spell yet. We will pick it up tomorrow if need be,” she looks at me. “Just do your best.” 

I turn to the correct page in my book and read the incantation. ‘Rex a rook.’ Seems simple enough. I practice the wand movement without saying the spell a few times before I place my King in front of me and perform the spell. “Rex a rook,” I wave my wand. The chess piece wiggles as if fighting the incantation and charges at me. “Damn it,” I shake my head and position it again. “Rex a rook,” I cast the spell again a little more firmly. 

“Your hand movement is wrong, cara mia,” Theo says next to me, holding a perfect-looking rook in his hand. (my dear)

I huff softly and try again after Theo demonstrates the movement while I watch. I do my best to copy his movement, keeping my wrist relaxed and the grip on my wand firm. “Rex a rook,” I try again and smile wide when I successfully change my king to a rook. I look up at Theo, who is smiling proudly. “I did it!” I hold my rook proudly in the palm of my hand. 

Theo chuckles and brings my free hand to his mouth, gently kissing the knuckles on the back of my hand. “I never doubted you for a moment, bellissima.” (beautiful)

“That’s our girl,” Draco winks from his other side, making me blush. 

When class ends, we all hand in our rooks and everyone in our group got it done. I see Cedric looking a little down. “I’ll catch up,” I tell them as I pull back. 

“What are you doing?” Draco looks at me with a raised eyebrow, and the others all turn to me. 

I look over at Cedric who looks sad, gathering his things. “I want to apologize,” I turn back to them. 

Regulus steps forward and grazes my cheek softly with his thumb while Tom narrows his eyes at me. “You have nothing to apologize for.” 

“I stopped talking to him when I was with Cormac. He was my best mate until then. And I want him to know I’m sorry for ditching him and that we can still be friends.” 

“Says who?” Tom steps forward. 

“Me,” I answer with a firm voice. “You have to trust me, Tom. I am yours. But I am also my own person. I have my own friends and family and my hobbies.” 

“She has a point,” Regulus looks sideways at Tom. 

“So, do you trust me?” I close the distance between me and Tom, almost chest to chest. “Because if you don’t, I need to know now. If we don’t have trust, we don’t have anything.” 

Tom stiffens, and his back straightens as he takes a deep breath. “Very well, but we will be right outside.” 

Theo blows me a kiss, and Draco and Reggie smile at me as they follow Tom out of the classroom and I make my way over to Cedric. “Hey,” I stand across the desk from him, the corner of my lips rising into a half smile. “Sorry about them.” 

Cedric looks down at me with a nervous expression. “Are you okay? I mean, I never thought you’d hang out or, I guess, be with them,” he slings his bag over his shoulder. 

I shrug and smile. “They’re not so bad. They saved my life.” 

“What? From what?” Cedric asks with furrowed brows. 

“That picture that Cormac put on the bulletin?” He nods and I sigh softly, shifting on my feet nervously. “I tried to kill myself after that. They found me and Tom was actually the one that brought me back.” 

Cedric’s eyes widen. “Merlin, y/n. I’m so sorry,” he shakes his head and looks at me with a sad expression. “I did my best to make people shut up about it. What he did was horrible, and you didn’t deserve that.” 

I smile and nod. “Thank you, Cedric. And you don’t need to be sorry, you didn’t do it, he did. And I’m sorry about them. It’s just after that they’ve been very, um,” I smirk. “Protective, let's say.” 

Cedric motions to my collar. “I can tell,” he smirks. “A collar, huh?” 

“It’s not like a dog—” 

Cedric laughs and raises his hands. “Hey, I know. I actually thought about getting Cho one,” he smiles.

I let out a small gasp. “She finally said yes to you?!” I ask excitedly and hug him. “Cedric, that’s amazing. I’m so happy for you!” 

I pull back, and Cedric smiles, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, about a month ago. Hey, um, maybe we could all meet for a butterbeer or something.” 

“I’m sure I can manage to drag one of them along,” I chuckle as we walk to the classroom door. 

Cedric laughs. “So, all of them, huh?” He smirks. 

“They keep me busy,” I quip and laugh with him. 

“I’m sure they do,” He laughs and opens the door, revealing my boys leaning against the wall on the other side of the corridor. “I’ll see you later, y/n,” he waves. 

I wave back and smile. “Tell Cho I said ‘Hi!’” I call after him. 

“Will do!” He calls back with a hand around his mouth. 

I walk over to my boys leaning against the wall, and Draco pushes off and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest. “Have a nice chat, darling?” He looks down into my eyes. 

I nod and smile softly. “I did, as a matter of fact,” I drape my arms around his neck, standing up on my tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “He finally managed to get with Cho Chang. He’s been after her for nearly three years.” 

“As long as he isn’t after you,” Draco kisses me and pulls back. 

Reggie pulls me gently to him, lifting my hand to his lips to kiss the back of my hand. “Go with Theo to Charms, and we will meet you two after.” 

“Yes, Reggie,” I tease seductively in a submissive tone that pulls a faint groan from his throat. 

I give him and Tom a quick kiss before Theo leads me up the stairs to charms class. “Finally got you to myself,” he teases, wrapping an arm around my waist and throwing me over his shoulder. 

“Theo!” I squeal with laughter as my hair falls down his back over my head. 

Theo laughs and grips the back of my thighs. “Mm, I like this view of you, tesoro,” he smacks my ass over my skirt. "Maybe we ‘ought to skip charms altogether.” (treasure)

I giggle as I blush over his shoulder. “Theo, we can’t. Professor Flitwick—”

“Will surely understand if I need to have my fill,” Theo slaps my ass a little harder, holding the inside of one of my thighs and sending a shiver down my spine as he slides a finger over my covered pussy. “I don’t hear you saying ‘no,’” his voice turns huskier as Theo pulls me back over his shoulder and sets me on my feet, his hands running over my body as he does. 

“I’m not saying no. I’m saying it’s a bad idea,” I play with his tie flirtily as I look up at him, biting my lower lip. “We could get into a lot of trouble,” I walk the pointer and middle fingers on my free hand up his chest as I hold onto his tie. “Especially if we’re caught with you bending me over and fucking me.” 

Theo breathes heavily. His hands find my hips and hold them firmly against his as his eyes darken. “Attento a ciò che desideri, piccola ragazza,” he looks down at me as his fingers dig into my hips. 

“Am I supposed to know what that means?” I look up at him with fake innocence. Fuck I love it when he speaks Italian to me. 

Theo slides one hand up my back and grips the nape of my neck as he leans down and whispers in my ear, his warm breath cascading down my neck, only fueling my growing desire. “Careful what you wish for, little girl.” 

My breath hitches in my chest at his threat, my thighs clenching and rubbing together for any sort of friction. “Careful is boring,” my voice comes out soft and tantalizing as I pull back to look up into his eyes. “Don’t you agree?” 

I gasp softly when Theo leans down and lifts me by my thighs. “Oh, I do, baby,” he holds the back of my thighs as I wrap my legs around his waist. Theo carries me to an empty classroom and waves his wand to lock the door and soundproof the room. “But I don’t necessarily want to kill someone for walking in and seeing what’s mine,” he sets me down on a desk and trails open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. 

“Don’t you mean all of yours?” I tease and moan softly as his hands slide up my thighs and under my skirt. 

Theo pulls back just enough to look me in my eyes and grips my thighs harshly at the apex. “We may share you, cara mia, but right now, you’re all mine,” Theo spreads my thighs and steps between them. “And right now, I want my name to be the only one that falls from these beautiful lips,” he pulls my bottom lip down, parting my lips with his thumb. 

“You mean like this?” I drape my arms around Theo’s neck and pull his face closer so our lips brush against each other’s. “Theo,” I breathe his name with a soft moan.

“Dio onnipotente, y/n,” he moans against my lips as his hand on my thigh grips me tighter, and his other hand moves from my chin to my throat, applying gentle pressure. “Say my name like that again,” his voice comes out husky, if not a little desperate. (God Almighty)

I look up at Theo as his hand on my thigh moves under my skirt, and he glides a finger over my covered pussy. “Theo…” I moan his name again, just as I did before. 

Any semblance of resolve Theo had snaps. In one fluid motion, he pushes me back on the desk by my throat and leans over me, kissing me passionately and slipping his tongue between my lips, battling mine with hot fervor. My fingers run through his hair as he uses one hand to rip my panties off and force a gasp from my lips as he pulls back. “Stand up and bend over.” 

My head turns fuzzy with arousal as I follow his instructions, standing up and bending over the long abandoned teacher’s desk. I stretch my arms out in front of me as my thighs rub together for any sort of friction. 

I hear Theo tsk behind me. “Ah, ah,” he kicks my ankles apart, spreading my legs for him. I feel his fingers trail agonizingly slow and soft up the backs of my thighs. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, right, tesoro?” he teases and flips up the back of my skirt, baring my bare ass and pussy to him. (treasure)

“Yes, I’ll be good,” I breathe heavily as Theo’s fingers roam around my folds, never reaching the middle or my clit. “Please, Theo.” 

“What does my baby need?” He taunts as he slides one finger over my folds, never pushing between them. 

I moan pathetically. “More, I need more,” I whimper, trying to grind against his finger to push it through my folds. 

Theo pulls his hand back and sends a sharp smack to my pussy. “Did I say you could have my fingers?” He chastises. 

I groan with pent-up frustration. “Theo, God, please. I’m sorry.” 

Theo chuckles darkly as he shifts behind me. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” 

I let out a gasp as I feel his hands hold my ass cheeks apart and his tongue between the folds of my pussy. “Fuck, yes…” I moan as my fingers grip the edge of the desk in front of me. Theo’s tongue moves expertly, precisely, as he rotates between thrusting it into my entrance and licking circles around my pulsing clit. “Theo…”

“So fucking sweet,” Theo moans against my pussy, gripping my ass harder. “And all fucking mine,” he smacks my ass and buries his face back into my pussy, thrusting his tongue inside of me. 

“Yes, yes, I’m yours,” I moan pathetically as lust and desire coarse through my veins like a raging river. “Theo,” I gasp when he thrusts two fingers inside of me, my nails digging into the wooden edge of the desk.

“Are you going to be a good little cum slut for me, baby?” He murmurs against my clit, his warm breath flowing over my skin. “Cum on my tongue and let me drink your release?” He teases as he curls his fingers inside of me, hitting that sweet spot inside that turns me into putty in his hands. 

“Y- yes,” I moan as my eyes roll back and I bite my bottom lip. “Fuck, I’ll do anything you want.” 

“That's my good girl. Now do it,” he nips my clit and sucks the pain away that his teeth bring. Theo noisily laps and sucks on my clit as he slides a third finger inside of me and thrusts them in and out at a bruising pace. Long gone is the submissive side of him that I watched with him and Draco, and present is a whole different beast. A beast that seems to want to live and breathe with his face buried between my thighs, and I can’t say I hate it. 

The held-back release inside of me breaks, and I feel a rush of endorphins as my release crashes through me like a burst dam. “Theo!” I cry out as my legs shake and stars appear in my vision. The only thing holding me up and keeping me grounded to the earth is Theo as he rides me through my orgasm. His fingers slowly pull out of me as he kisses my clit softly. 

When the wave of arousal finally secedes, and my breathing returns to some sense of normality, he lifts me into his strong arms and sits me back on the desk, standing between my legs again. “Words cannot begin to describe how beautiful you are, amore mio,” he looks down at me with tenderness, brushing my hair over my shoulder. (my love)

I cup his face in my hands and smile up at him. “I may not be fluent in Italian, but I’m pretty sure ‘amore’ means ‘love.’” 

Theo gazes into my eyes as his hands circle my waist, bringing me closer to him until I’m at the edge of the desk. “That it does, amore. And ‘mio’ means ‘my,’” he leans in and kisses me tenderly, a complete contrast to the Theo who had his face buried between my thighs. 

“I did learn one thing in Italian,” I pull back from his lips to look into his eyes. “But I want to say it with you inside of me,” I poke my tongue out to lick a slow swipe across my bottom lip, tasting myself. 

Theo chuckles and grips my waist a little tighter. “Is that so?” He arches a brow at me with a smirk. 

I slide a hand down his chest, stroking his hard cock over his pants and making him groan. “That it is, so why don’t you let me tell you?” 

“No need to tell me twice, bellissima,” he smirks and unbuttons his pants, pushing them and his boxers down to his ankles. I gasp softly when I take in his size, so thick and long I have no idea how it’ll fit. He lines himself up at my entrance and holds my thighs up and open under my knees. “So tight and wet for me,” he moans softly as he slides himself inside of me. (Beautiful)

“So big,” I moan as I watch his cock thrust into me and feel him stretch my walls as he settles into the hilt. I drape an arm around his shoulders and prop myself up with one hand behind me. “God, Theo.” 

Theo pulls out to his tip and thrusts back in a little harder, and I swear I can feel him in my guts. “Look how well you take me, baby,” he moans as he watches himself slide in and out of me. “Fucking made to take me.” 

“Yes, yes,” I moan as Theo’s eyes meet mine in a hooded gaze. “Harder, Theo. I can take it.” 

Theo growls as he holds my waist, my thighs still resting on his arms. He thrusts into me harder, faster. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you learned,” he punctuates each word with a hard thrust, driving closer and closer to a second orgasm. 

I cup his face, my palm resting on his jaw, lock my eyes with his, and tell him the phrase I’ve practiced repeatedly on my own. “Sarò tuo per sempre, Theodore.” (I’m forever yours, Theodore)

“Per sempre mio. Forever mine,” his breathing wavers as his cock twitches inside of me. “Fuck, y/n,” he moans and smashes his lips to mine. He thrusts into me again, and it’s not hard this time, but passionate. He’s not fucking me anymore. He’s making love to me. His movements are purposeful and meaningful. He breaks our kiss with a moan. “Cum for me, baby, please.” 

I tilt my head back and moan as my back arches and my legs begin to shake in his hands. My orgasm doesn’t crash into me this time. This time, it’s pulled from me, drawn out by Theo, and taken for himself as he gives me his. The empty classroom is anything but empty as our moans fill the room in a beautiful and erotic symphony. 

Draco

“Are we not going to history of magic?” I ask Tom as we pass the door and walk toward the back entrance of the castle. 

Tom shushes me as we sneak out of the castle and walk toward the forbidden forest. I open my mouth to ask what we’re doing here since me, Reggie and Theo have all but officially quit the movement, but I purse my lips and look over at Reggie instead, wearing an equally confused look to what I imagine mine is. 

We walk deeper into the forest to avoid being overheard and finally, Tom comes to a stop and turns to us. “Look, I need your help.” 

The sentence takes me by surprise. Tom never asks for help. At least, not in all of the years I’ve known him. “What is it?” Reggie steps forward, his eyebrows furrowed. “You know I’m out, right?” 

Tom nods. “Yes, yes, I am aware,” he turns to look at me. “As are you and Theodore, correct?” I nod, and he continues. “I got a response from the contact I have at Durmstrang. He’s coming here this weekend to talk about plans to meet Bellatrix over the holidays.” 

“And?” Reggie adds, lighting a smoke and handing me one. 

Tom sighs deeply. “And I need at least two of you there with me so as to not arouse suspicion,” he looks between us. “I can make an excuse for one of you not being here, but all of you?” He shakes his head. “That’d be harder to explain should anyone come around asking questions. Namely, your parents.” 

I take a deep drag from my smoke. “And when exactly are we going to tell her about all of this?” I ask the question that’s been nagging at the back of my mind. “Because she is big on trust, and if she finds out we have been hiding this from her,” I shake my head. “She could very well end it. And I don’t think I’d be able to blame her.” 

“You heard what she said. That if we don’t have trust, we don’t have anything,” Reggie blows the smoke out through clenched teeth. 

“I’m working on it. With any luck, we’ll be out before she has to know,” Tom’s jaw ticks. 

“And we, what? Keep it from her forever?” I flick my cigarette, feeling uneasy at the thought of it.

Tom looks up, his arms crossed across his chest. “If we get out before it gets bad, or even better, without anything actually happening, she’ll never have to know.” 

Reggie takes a step closer; even from a few feet away, I can see how tense he is. “You seriously expect us to never tell her that our original plan was to enslave people like her, to enslave her?!” Reggie shakes his head. “I can't do it. I won't do it."

Tom’s eyes narrow as he draws his wand. “You can, and you will. I won’t lose her because you can’t keep your fucking mouth shut, Regulus.” 

“You wanted nothing to do with her until she almost fucking died!” Reggie draws his wand. 

Tom slams Reggie against a tree, his forearm on Reggie’s chest, pinning him to the trunk. “Don’t you dare speak of that night to me. The only reason she almost died is because you didn’t have the guts to kill that bastard. You’re the reason we almost lost her. I won’t allow you to be the reason we actually do.” 

Reggie opens his mouth to speak but immediately closes it. I know he blames himself. He has told me and Theo over and over how he should’ve killed McClaggen that night, even if y/n begged him not to. But the truth is, either me or Theo could’ve as well. We talked about it and decided not to because why waste pure blood, even if it is from a piece of shit? God, the thought of letting him live that night makes me fucking sick to my stomach now.

I step forward and pull Tom off of Regulus. “That’s enough. He understands,” I look at Tom, who is radiating anger. “Me and Theo are the ones who took him to the hospital wing that night. We could’ve killed him, too. But we didn’t because he's pureblood, as if that’s an excuse to let a piece of shit like him live. It’s not just Reggie’s fault.” 

Tom swallows hard and I take a breath as he puts his wand back in his robes. “But Reggie is right. We can’t hide this from her forever. It isn’t right. I don’t know how long we will have her for—”

“For the rest of our goddamn lives,” Tom cuts me off sharply. 

I nod. “Okay, that just proves my point. If we are going to spend the rest of our lives with her—”

“We will,” Tom cuts me off again. 

I let out a frustrated groan. “Let me bloody finish!” I sigh and pinch my nose between my eyes. “My point is, if we are going to spend the rest of our lives with her, she deserves the truth. What happens if someone talks down the line and she finds out from someone that isn’t us? Hm? If the roles were reversed, I know you’d never trust her or us again. You’d probably fucking kill us, Tom. So we need to tell her. Sooner rather than later.” 

Tom seems to take in my words. His jaw ticks and he takes a deep breath before he speaks. “Fine. We’ll tell her, but not until I can be sure that we are in the clear and that none of us will get hurt in the process, especially her. So, I need you three to play along until I can make that happen. Once we are free, we can tell her. But not a fucking minute before, deal?” 

I look over at Reggie, waiting for him to answer. “Fine,” he looks at Tom. “But we are telling her.” 

“Theo will agree, too. I’ll make sure to let him know. We will play along,” I turn back to Tom. 

Tom simply nods and we start to walk back to the castle for dinner. “So, who is your contact at Durmstrang?” Reggie lights another cigarette. 

“Viktor Krum,” Tom’s voice sounds a little more relaxed but still on edge. 

“Just let us know what you need us to do, and we’ll do it,” I look at him with a nod. 

Tom clenches his jaw as we enter the castle once again, his voice low as students file into the halls for dinner. “Just need one of you to keep her occupied. Preferably away from the forest and especially away from him.”

Part Nine

[johnslittlespoon]

So, I've reread TAS about 6 times, maybe. With every read through, the story somehow gets better. Anyway, I gotta know: when Gale chooses the horror movie before their first kiss, did he do it with the intention of scaring John into his arms? I remember that cliché from media growing up. The guy choosing the scary movie so that he can wrap his arms around the pretty girl.

You write Gale really well, and he's doing the whole "we're taking this at your pace" thing. So I want to know if the scary movie was a calculated decision.

Also, thank you SO MUCH for writing this story; it is my current obsession.

okay gonna get into some TAS gale pov asks bc i have a few >:) but SIX TIMES???? i will literally never ever be able to wrap my head around anyone rereading my stuff, it’s so mind boggling and it makes me a little (a lot) teary wtf :’)) <33 that’s actually insane LMAO thank u this is so so sweet 😭💗 ok buckle in bc i had a lot to say oops

tbh i definitely had that cliche in mind while writing it, like as soon as i decided they’d be watching a horror movie, i knew they’d have the cliche ‘hold me i’m scared’ moment, because it would be a good way to ease into the first kiss. however i don’t think it was fully intentional on gale’s end, because really, i think gale would’ve been happy to sit through like a three hour documentary if that’s what john had wanted lol.

so i don’t think he was swaying john one way or another, but he definitely had zero complaints about having an excuse to hold john when he got scared ;) and obv at that point, gale’s not dumb (and john is not subtle lmfao), so gale was probably 99.9% certain john had feelings for him, and he was giving john every opportunity to do something about that, since gale was so stubborn about giving john space to figure things out for himself and make the first move. :)

another rereader i cryyyy <333 thank you, would also run thru a brick wall for u 😭💖 YES gale’s pov very much interests me, i’ve got a whole section for it in what i call my TAS masterdoc lmfaoo. i have a stupid amount of oneshot ideas now in his/other character’s povs that i’d love to get to at some point!

but also hey ouch thanks for hurting my heart <3 😭 i do feel like there were probably a few “oh no” moments for gale after meeting john, like the classic ‘i’m fucked’ realizations, and i think seeing him smile properly for the first time would be one of those. john’s so caught up in his own head half the time that he probably didn’t notice the way gale stopped breathing the first time he was on the receiving end of his sunshine smile :’)

i genuinely think gale’s internal monologue during that moment would just be ‘fuckfuckfuckfuck’ because really, what else can he do but fall head over heels? i’m sooo excited to dig into gale’s pov eventually, to get into how much he wrestled with himself and how he’d told himself never again after losing johnny, and then in walks this gangly, sweet, loud–mouthed college kid, and gale’s never been so happy to have his life turned upside down.

(john and gale actually do have a little bit of a conversation about this in ch11 because i couldn’t resist, but until that’s up, i leave you with the assurance that gale was smitten from day one and just trying to repress it for a multitude of reasons, but then the incident happened where gale saved him from the blind date, and it was all over from that moment on. the urge to protect john and to keep a smile on his face hasn’t left gale since that moment <3)

LOLL. definitely an admonishing “gaaaaale” moment. 

i’ve had so many questions in AO3 comments asking if i’ll write gale’s pov of the conversation he has with marge, and i 100% want to, it’s the first gale pov oneshot (aside from the smut i posted lol) i’m planning on writing for this fic. i’ll try to answer some of those other questions here just to keep them in one place:

i think marge definitely had her suspicions about gale’s feelings for john — she knows gale too well to not know when something’s up, but she also knows that gale comes to her about things on his own time, that she just has to be patient, it’s how he’s always been since they were kids. but there’s no way she wasn’t squinting at gale when she found out john had spent the weekend (multiple times) at his house.

the first time is one thing, because when gale explains that john had gotten wayyy too drunk and seemingly had some situation he didn’t want to go home to, she’d understand gale letting him crash at his. she sees how gale is with john at the beach after that, and it probably gets the wheels turning in her head, but she also knows gale to have a big heart and to be prone to taking strays in, so it could just be written off.

when she finds out that john’s been staying at gale’s every weekend after the incident with his mom, at the very least she had to have asked him who takes the couch just to watch gale squirm, which then confirmed her suspicions lol. after that it’s only a matter of time before gale spills it all to her, and her reaction will eventually be detailed in one of those gale pov oneshots :-) 

[vikkisixxpixx]

Originally wrote this as a scenario for my Motley Crue DR (shifter rep), decided to post it since there's a severe lack of this kink in bandfic

To clarify, I am a cardiophile. UrbanDictionary describes cardiophilia as "the act of being obsessed with the heart," though personally, I prefer the term "fascinated." Depending on the person, it can be sexual or nonsexual (it's both for me), however, since this is a smut, this will be focused on the sexual aspect. Now, as the song says, on with the show.

Dr. Feelgood

(Source)

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Suki Taylor (my DR self), is in first person from the perspective of Suki Word Count: 1,236 Warnings: MINORS DNI (18+ content), cardiophilia/heartbeat kink, medfet, fingering f!receiving, piv sex (protection not mentioned because I forgot, could go either way in your imagination), multiple orgasms (on the part of Suki), explicit language, mentions of alcohol (in passing), nicknames, a very corny joke mid-tango, lmk if I missed anything. Don't like? Don't read. Extra Notes: we needed more of this kink anyway. also Quiet Riot's Cum On Feel The Noize came on shuffle when I wrote the second orgasm and I still find it hilarious Based on: Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crue (in name), the horny thoughts I got after viewing the attached photo No beta, we die like real men

Nikki sighs as he sits next to me on the tour bus. Tommy’s at a payphone calling Heather, while Mick and Vince are having a few drinks on the bus.

“If I don’t have one night away from Tommy, I’m gonna fuckin’ scream,” Nikki breaks the silence. “He’s about to drive me batshit crazy!”

I stifle a giggle. “Do you wanna get a hotel for tonight?” I ask. “You have another show here tomorrow.”

He presses a kiss to my cheek. “That is an amazing idea.”

It’s about an hour later that the two of us are checked into a room at some chain hotel; not sleazy, but definitely not the Ritz.

“It’ll look like shit after we’re done anyway,” Nikki says with a shit-eating grin on his face.

I snicker, rolling my suitcase to the corner of the room. “I wish the show wasn’t so soon. Then we could…”

He stalks over to me before lightly brushing his fingertips down my arm. “I don’t have to go.”

I laugh slightly. “You’re in one of the most popular bands in the world. You’re not missing a show!”

He plants a sloppy kiss on my lips. “Maybe later I can do something special for you.”

I smirk. “I’d love nothing more.” I give him a quick kiss before saying, “Now, you need to go.”

He kisses me again before walking out the door.

The show, like usual, is very loud and very successful. But, for the first time I’ve ever seen, Nikki is ecstatic to get off stage.

As we’re walking out to the car the venue lent us, he throws an arm around me. “Ya know, babe, I think that was my best performance yet.”

“What makes you say that, honey?”

“Because I played the best I could so I could go back to the hotel as fast as I can.”

I laugh at his comment as the two of us get in the car.

The drive to the hotel is largely quiet, though the sexual tension is palpable.

“I’ve got a surprise in my suitcase,” Nikki speaks in a singsong voice as we enter our room.

“You do, do you?” I ask with my eyebrow quirked.

“Mhmm. Go in the bathroom and don’t come out ‘til I say so.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply with a smirk. He chuckles and smacks my ass as I walk away.

It’s a silent moment later that I hear, “The doctor will see you now, Miss Taylor.”

“Dr. Feelgood?”

I walk into the room to find Nikki wearing a white coat—and only a white coat—with a stethoscope around his neck.

“Yeah, I heard you’ve been under the weather, Miss Taylor,” he says with a devious smirk.

I giggle. “Yes, Doctor, I’ve been feeling very, very sick.” I fall onto the bed dramatically with a hand on my chest.

“What seems to be the trouble, Miss Taylor?”

“My heart just feels all sorts of funny, Doctor.” I blush when I realize what I’ve said.

Without wasting a second, Nikki walks over. “Hmm, sounds like I should check that out.” In one swift move, the stethoscope is gone from his neck and has found a new place, with one end on my chest.

A few silent seconds pass before I blurt out, “That thing’s not even real, is it?”

Nikki chuckles. “You bet your ass it is.” He smirks as we both feel my heart rate skyrocket. A blush makes its way across my cheeks as he says, “Now that is interesting. Take a deep breath for me, would ya, babe?”

My stomach does flips at the way it sounds when he says that sentence, but I obey nonetheless.

He listens silently for a moment. “Miss Taylor, could I get you to be my guinea pig for a second?”

“Of course, Dr. Feelgood,” I reply. “What do I need to do?”

“Just stay still for me.” He plants one of his signature sloppy kisses on my lips, listening to the effect it has on my heart. “Hmm, just like I thought. I gotta operate, Miss Taylor. Now. With your permission, of course.”

“Oh, absolutely, Doctor. Is there anything I need to do?” I ask as dramatically as I can.

“Let me do all the work for you.” He kisses me again before slipping my battle vest off to hit the floor, followed by my tank top.

With more of my chest exposed, he starts placing kisses on every inch of my bare skin, occasionally just above my heart, which is the only time he moves the stethoscope. Each one earns a moan.

“Beautiful sounds, baby,” Nikki says between kisses. “From your mouth and your heart. Got one more in you?”

He slinks a finger past my shorts and underwear after his words, curling it inside me; an action which elicits the loudest moan I’ve let out so far.

“Good girl. Mind if I take these off?”

My brain is already so foggy from pleasure that the only thing I can do is release an affirming noise before my shorts and panties join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. With them out of the way, another slender finger joins the first one.

“Fuck, Nikki!” I shout.

He chuckles. “I will, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.” His white coat falls to the floor before he removes his fingers to put them in his mouth. “You are delicious.”

Before I can even think about his statement, he’s got me in a new position on the bed, before thrusting himself inside me.

I let out another “Fuck!” as Nikki starts finding a rhythm. I can only imagine the sounds filling the earpieces of the stethoscope as he’s fucking the daylights out of me.

“How does it feel, Princess?” he growls. “How does it feel knowing I’m fucking your pretty pussy to the beat of your own poor little heart?”

“Feels good!” I manage to moan out, my body bouncing with his every move.

He chuckles. “And that’s why they call me Dr. Feelgood. Because I’m the one to make you feel alright.”

Normally I would’ve laughed at his joke, but I’m so cock-drunk by this point that my only response is to throw my head back and mewl.

It’s hardly even a second later that I feel the telltale knot of an orgasm building in my stomach. “Fuck, I’m gonna— Aah!”

Nikki chuckles once more. “Go ahead and let yourself cum, Miss Taylor.”

A scream of “Nikki!” comes out as I give in to the pleasure.

As my body quivers beneath him, his thrusts start to become unsteady.

“Nikki, I wanna listen to your heart while you cum,” I whine.

He smirks and quickly switches the stethoscope around. Now my ears are filled with the beautiful sound of his heartbeat. A moment of counting reveals it to be at 130 beats per minute.

“Fuck, Nikki, your heart’s racing,” I blurt out.

“It’s cuz I love you so much.”

His unsteady thrusts paired with the sound of his heart in my ears is enough to send me over the edge again, and the two of us climax in sync.

Panting fills the air as neither of us say anything at first. After a moment, Nikki takes the stethoscope and puts it back on me.

“Your heart sounds like a fuckin’ jackhammer, babe.”

I slap his arm playfully. “Shut up!”

[sillystappen]

me again… can’t get enough of those

🥺🧠🤩🛒 💖 ❌

I realise six asks is a lot, so I’ve kinda just figured it might be easier to just give you this all at once,,, I’m a bit eager sorry

We got more lads lets fricken go.

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

To read? I absolutely when Max and Daniel FINALLY FUCKING TALK. I swear those two usually do anything but that. It gets me in my feels every time because it can be all sweet and lovely in some cases, angsty and sad in others, and well sometimes it can be very sexy ;)

But to write, I love writing moments where they don’t say anything and get all introspective. They always put me in the feels because they are comfortable in each others company and sometimes dialogue isn’t always necessary to convey what they feel and mean to each other.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favourite headcanon for them.

You didn’t pick so I will rattle through my top five drivers

1: Max Verstappen. This mf is not a morning person. You will have to drag his ass out of bed unless he has a serious commitment and even then he thinks about skipping it. A good day will start at 11am earliest, and even if he is up before then he will not contact anybody unless it’s an emergency. Even Daniel struggles to get one word answers out of him until he has either had a Red Bull or passed 11am. Max does this to himself though, as he doesn’t usually sleep until ungodly hours in the night.

2: Daniel Ricciardo. Despite his goofy extra outgoing personality, sometimes the simplest, most mundane tasks give him anxiety. There’s no real reason, but he will be standing in line at the checkout of a grocery store with his completely normal stuff and suddenly think “what if the cashier will judge me and look at me weirdly as I’m paying for this?” then beeline for self service and even then he doesn’t like the weird feeling of “what if everyone is looking at me?” Rationally he knows nobody is even given a single shit but he can’t shut it off. This doesn’t happen often, only on really bad mental health days, and not even Max can put him at ease until he’s in the safety of his own home.

3: Jenson Button. Fiercely protective of those he cares about. He’s all kind and loving and funny but if you hurt someone he loves then that’s it game over you’re done. Don’t come near him or anyone he cares about ever again (well for maybe a month then if you apologise Jenson may forgive you but don’t count on it). James Vowels is not in his good books right now.

4: Oscar Piastri. Touchy, but subtly. You may think of someone who is touchy as someone who gives a lot of hugs or pats and clings to people but Oscar will brush hands, let his fingertips graze someone else's as he passes things, stand or sit close to them even if it’s not crowded just to feel the person next to him etc and do these things so often. Never too invasive or suffocating but enough for the person to know he is there and he cares.

5: Sergio Perez. If he’s in a good mood and just pottering around doing little tasks, he will be humming or singing Mexican songs to himself. It’s a trait that started when he moved to Europe to just remind himself of home before it became a subconscious thing he does when he’s happy and comfortable. It’s never loud, but quiet mutterings of the song as he goes about his day. He also has a playlist of all these songs in case he feels extra sad or homesick.

🤩 What's the most meaningful comment you've ever received?

I know just the one because I think about it often. MPVettel commented on ch1 of Lonely Harmonies:

Ahhhh, I absolutely love this kind of AU with all my heart! I’m so happy you decided to write a follow-up. Your characters are incredibly well-developed, and it doesn’t take long before we completely fall for Siren Max. His story is heartbreakingly sad, and argh, I adore him so much. There’s this beautiful naivety about him—how he would follow Daniel anywhere if he could, always wondering what the human world is like.

What I find so captivating is the contrast between their worlds. Daniel seems so isolated in the human world, and Max feels equally alone in the underwater one. It’s like they each hold a piece of the other’s longing, making their connection feel that much more meaningful. There's a delicate beauty in how you've written their loneliness, yet they somehow find a home in each other. It’s bittersweet and heartwarming all at once 💙

This comment was amazing to receive as it just filled my heart with yes, this is why I write. To see someone love something I wrote and be content with what I put out as a sequel was absolutely amazing to hear, especially since I was so nervous about the reception of Lonely Harmonies in case it didn’t live up to the expectations of the people. And they read into what I wrote perfectly and saw every theme and message I tried to convey. It’s like I bared my soul and this person saw exactly who I am. I go on a bit about the feeling of being seen in the ATEOH universe and you really cannot compare such a feeling to anything else.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I LOVE COLOUR. I don’t like whittling on about this was this colour and that was that colour but if I mention a colour it's for a reason and the scenes and locations are chosen specifically for the colours they have. In Broken Melodies, we start on a dark beach where Daniel can’t see the true colour of Max’s eyes, his hair, his tail etc. I chose this because Daniel doesn’t quite yet see the opportunity in front of him as what it could be yet. He also does not see a way out of his situation and his world is very dark, as per the horrors of McLaren 2022. Later, Daniel can see how Max not only looks like the ocean itself (which will come in to play later ;)) but also just how their souls seem to speak to each other. The sun sets, and orange from the sky (Daniel in McLaren) bleeds into the blue of the sea (Max) as they kiss - their two colours coming together. Then, when the sun is gone, the orange disappears and Daniel leaves. See? I could go on and on about why I chose what location for a reason for a lot of my fics but it’s just some subtle worldbuilding to help you feel into it.

💖 What made you start writing?

Ah this takes us back to before I even had ao3. I have always written shit as a way to process how I was feeling but also to live in worlds that weren’t this one because I never liked the cards I was dealt so to speak. Escapism was what it was. Even now, there’s always a tidbit of sillystappen projection bleeding into the characters. My imagination helped me cope with my childhood by daydreaming and sometimes it gets maladaptive. I didn’t want to forget about the worlds I would create so I wrote them down. Worlds where I would be with the person I liked, worlds where I could run free and worlds where I could kick ass. Fanfic came when I was a young teen learning all about the wonders of the internet after my parents turned off restricted access. I started writing fanfic for the same reasons I did writing my original stories as a child, but this time I wasn’t in it. I was obsessed with what ifs and also discovering my own inherent gayness and coping with some lovely trauma and well… it spiralled into what we have now. I have been publishing fic on ao3 since 2020 when I was 15, starting on a different ao3 account and my first bunch of works are deleted so don’t go looking for it hehe. Sillystappen is who I am now and I am proud of myself for how far I have come.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Don't ask for any pregnancy, it will never happen. Not even if I ever write omegaverse. Kids will either be preexisting or adopted end of.

[unanswered-stars]

Hey hope you are doing well!

I was wondering do you plan on continuing Shadows of Regret and Redemption? I’ve really been enjoying it and I know you were updating regularly but now it’s been over a month with nothing new.

First of all, I am so glad you have enjoyed the story!

Secondly, I am only answering this because you asked so kindly. I have three other less than kind asks(more like demands) sitting in my inbox, that’s not even to mention the comment section which I’ve avoided for weeks because I’m scared it will just be iterations of what I’ve received in tumblr. So thank you for actually expressing your interest in my story and not simply demanding the next chapter.

To be quite honest I have not been doing fabulous and am currently on a break from writing while I get my crap together. You can read here for a little more on that.

I do love the story and definitely plan on completing it once I get back to writing I am just not in a mental space that has room for that right now. I had actually started to write chapter 7a few weeks ago and it just went in the complete wrong direction in the worst kind of way. So, I’m giving myself and the story the space we both need until I’m in a place where I can find joy in continuing Eris and Azriel’s story.

Again I am so glad that you and others have enjoyed the story thus far and I’m excited to get you the next chapter whenever that may be. You can subscribe to Shadows of Redemption and Regret on ao3 if you want to be sure you don’t miss when I update, or I can add you to my tag list here on tumblr if you comment below.

To everyone who has left love and comments of my little brainworm so far it seriously means the world to see other people enjoying my writing 🤍

[tarotofhope]

Hey there ❤️

Okay, this might be long cuz I’m typing this side by side as I’m reading it. I hope that’s okay. I might have a lot to say 😅

Feedback:

I received two Moon readings- a shadow side reading and a 2025 reading. Thank you for including the picture of the cards and the astro-dice you got. 

Shadow side: 

I haven’t interacted with you personally or through asks (except maybe saying how I love your readings). I was trying to think of any possibility of having had conversations before cuz I had chills at how accurate it was. 

At first, I was like- “but this isn’t saying anything new” but as I went more into it, I was able to get slapped in the face as I wanted when I ordered this reading lol. But you weren’t harsh at all. And everything you mentioned resonates with me and it’s not new information but it’s facts that I find difficult to deal with and end up conveniently ignoring. It's not all positive but it wasn’t hard to accept because I do introspect a lot and I am in fact aware of a lot of my negatives. Perhaps I’m only aware of my negatives instead of my strengths. And whatever you said weren't random pieces of info. It felt like my story.

A suggestion is that I hope the advice part in the conclusion wasn’t phrased in a general way. I understand that it's the message I received based on the cards and the astro-dice but it (that specific part) didn’t provide me a sense of understanding of the situation or what I can do. I think I would like to read something more specific. 

For anyone considering getting this reading, I would say GO AHEAD! Especially if you’re familiar with their PACs and it resonates with you. And, keep in mind that it’s not gonna be all pleasant and hence prepare yourself to not be defensive as you read it. 

Overall, I think this has to be the best reading I’ve received over the years. And is the one that resonated the most with me! 

It’s definitely something I like to go back and read again and again. 

2025 reading:

This resonated too but since it’s more of info that I wouldn’t know of, it's a bit tricky to comment on it. There were a few things that I didn't connect with. I requested this to get any hints of my 2025 that I should be worried about or look forward to. But I don’t think I felt any major insights or messages. But that's again more of a me thing. It’s my 2025 after all.

I cannot say anything more on this here because it would be personal information.

General highlights: 

GPay/ INR payment! I’m so glad that I found you because it’s not easy to find a reader here that I resonate with who accepts GPay. 

Beautiful presentation: It's obvious just by looking at your blog and PACs, how gorgeous the format is. 

Content length and genuineness: I love that you didn't strictly restrict any messages from coming through because of the said word limit. And also didn't charge me extra for it. 

Resonance: I could really connect with the messages written more than I have been able to before.

Timeliness of delivery: I received it on time or actually in advance because it hasn’t been a week since I ordered. And it was not one but two readings as well. Received both at once!

Payment: It was affordable. I also love that I didn't have to pay immediately after requesting and anxiously wait for it. It's because, sometimes the readings might not arrive on the promised date (for genuine reasons) and it’s slightly worrying cause you already spent money on it and now you start to get a bit worried if you’ll be scammed. I know it's a risk from your side and I really appreciate the gesture. ❤️

Easy request process: The entire process of requesting the reading and receiving it was all formal and polite and it made me feel comfortable and at ease while talking to you. 

I did not see the time omg. I think just the fact that I wanted to take the time to sit and write down this in detail by itself, shows how much I love and appreciate this. I had high hopes for it because of my experience with your PACs and you did not disappoint at all! I definitely want to request more from you! The shadow side reading is undoubtedly my favorite!

~~~ Daisy

Paid Reading Feedback ♡

Hii dear,

First of all, Thanks a lot for your most genuine feedback, I appreciate it so much.

I'm so glad you resonated with the reading. I understand you cannot resonate with a future reading but shadow side, yeah, that is totally personal so one can say if they resonated or not.

I will definitely try to take in all your suggestions too, my advice section part especially, which you mentioned. Also, thanks for trusting me with your reading and allowing me to read for you. It's always a unique experience. I also appreciate how you bought the shadow side reading, really! Not everybody likes to read about their shadow side.

And as far as the process of sending and receiving is concerned, I wanted it to be hassle free and simple. I didn't charge you for the extra words because I let the messages flow while writing, let the number of words go double because then what's the use of providing a reading if I don't write everything that I'm getting. If there's something I missed, and if I remember later, I'll message you, I just can't keep that in.

So, many many heartfelt thanks for the feedback. Thanks for helping me grow..💗❤🌼🌻

Love, Light, Peace and Hope to you..❤🌼🌻

[pmpmyread]

2024 in Two Half Steps: Thoughts from a new writer on Tumblr

An end-of-year reflection on the pmpmyread x Tumblr experiment thus far, in the form of some yapping absolutely no one asked for, "for posterity".

While the creation of this Tumblr blog predates June 29, when I published my first JJK fic, I consider today to more or less mark six months since I joined the platform in earnest, as a writer.

A few days after sharing that first fic, once the high began tapering off, I vowed to make the conscious effort to refuse to play the engagement numbers game, judging it to be too slippery of a slope for the little it would yield, particularly for someone who is prone to slipping into the mindset of a mentally exhausting day job ruled by OKRs and KPIs as a measure of success.

"Watch number go up" would certainly not be the energy I'd bring to this endeavor.

Having said that, I did quietly hit a few neat milestones over the last few weeks, both on here and on AO3, and these little quantifications of how people received some of my writing over the last six months, modest as they may be, are only incredibly encouraging to me. Even after the recent cleanup I conducted on my followers list for what appeared to be bots/ageless blogs, I was surprised by the number of people I was left with on my tiny island of the internet.

If you follow me, if you’ve ever commented on, interacted with, or even just took the time to read something I wrote, thank you! I appreciate it more than words could ever convey.

Now, here’s a numbers game I'm willing to play, as someone who was struggling to get anything down on paper this time last year:

25-30 is the number of original/non-reblogged posts I shared this year. I didn’t know how to tag when I first started and I don’t really have it in me to hunt them lol. They were likely yap anyway. 17 of those were fanfics, 3 were meta posts/character analysis 11 Nanami fics (rookie numbers tbh lol), 2 Gojo fics, 2 Geto fics, 1 Nobara-centric story, and 1 Yuji and Sukuna-centric thing 5 gifted written works total, 3 of which I haven’t shared here. The presence of this metric is mind-blowing in and of itself because there was a time in a not so distant past when I would not dream of being confident enough to gift anything I wrote to someone. 6 Destiny fics, 5 of which were re-shares and 1 that I actually wrote this year. This is also an achievement on its own considering the terrible writer’s block and general dissatisfaction I’ve had with this game this year. I’m grateful for this small but mighty fandom and its talented artists that keeping it alive, in spite of everything. $17.15 is the yearly hosting fee for the OC writing blog I registered a couple of years ago. Now that I’ve finally found my spark to write OC again, thanks largely to my fanfic endeavors, I can finally justify its expense LMFAO.

If you’re a writer or really just any kind of creator on here, I encourage you to take a short trip down the soon-to-be memory lane that is the year 2024 and take stock of what you’ve created this year. Zooming out to view your broader personal progress and accomplishments is crucial for maintaining motivation, reminding yourself of the “why” and of the passion behind your efforts. We truly only do this for the love of the game!

If you’re a reader and you’ve made it this far (here’s a medal lol), thanks again for being here, I hope this can serve as a small glimpse into the journey behind this account. I admittedly run this blog a bit like my social life lol; long periods consisting largely of keeping to myself, punctuated by short bursts of high social energy. That said, I’d definitely like to get to know you more in 2025!

Finally, if you’re someone who sits in between these two categories, here’s some food for thought: In the initial six months of 2024, I was only silently reading the wonderful works others bravely posted on here, hovering in that awkward area between a desire to share my writing again and an aversion to being perceived.

It was exactly halfway through the year that I took a chance to post something for the first time, and though I was nervous in the moment, it was the most freeing thing. Mainly because I did it and I didn’t die lol.

If you feel that nagging from an idea you have, and that flame of creativity, if you’ve been eyeing that half-completed outline, or even just have some scenes replaying like a movie in your mind, I hope you know that you already are a creator.

At the risk of sounding corny, I’d invite you to consider this upcoming new year to be a blank page and try putting pen to paper for some of your ideas, and see where it goes. If you’re so inclined, create a post, tag it and send it off to the world, whether here on Tumblr or elsewhere. It may feel daunting or even a bit scary, but I promise you’ll feel accomplished and relieved to have finally tried it. And when you do it once, it’s always easier to do it again.

Just please do remember to do this for yourself and for your enjoyment first and foremost, to find your own voice and style and to resist the urge to compare your journey to others’. The best way to dismantle the thief of joy is to prevent it from sneaking onto the premises in the first place. The rest will follow. 🩵

As for 2025, I do have some aspirations for this blog, though I refuse to label them as resolutions LOL. I want to explore some more ideas for JJK and D2, I want to incorporate my underrepresented identities into my stories, I want to start cross-posting my original content over on another dedicated Tumblr page, I want, I want, I want...

I don’t know how much I’ll realistically get to, because life is life and I am also looking to make some rather big moves next year. Tumblr is only a small piece of my writing journey which itself is only a small part of my busy day to day, but all in all, I am so pleased to have re-engaged with this hobby on this platform.

For all of its flaws, Tumblr has a distinct flavor in its interactive element that I have yet to see elsewhere, it’s connected me with wonderful people, provided a much-needed creative outlet, exposed me to wonderful works, and helped to keep me grounded during what was an otherwise pretty hectic year.

Thanks for reading, and I wish you a safe, healthy and very happy New Year!

(I listened to the Comic Bakery Title song while writing this. My future self will get the reference hashtag posterity)

[mikaela-granger]

The Long Wait (Season 5) Chapter 19

Skin Deep

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

A/N:  Nick questions Sean’s involvement with Black Claw and how much he knew before Dixon’s assassination. Sean comes to a decision about the offer he received.

***Nick’s POV***

“Are you smiling? Are you smiling?” Nick cooed at Kelly. Nick was enjoying some one-on-one time with his son. He was laying on the floor with his son sitting up on his stomach. Nick couldn’t believe he was four months old already. Kelly gurgled at him. “Yes, you are. I think you’re smiling. What are you thinking? I know you don’t have any language skills, but that doesn’t matter. You’re gonna have to talk to me sooner or later, so enough of this silent treatment, ok?” Kelly smiled at him, gurgling back at him. “Can you say ‘Daddy’? How about Mama? Can you say Grimm?”

“I think he’s a little young for the last one.” Adalind commented as she stepped out of the bathroom following her shower. Nick smiled at her before looking back at Kelly. “How’s he doing?”

“Pretty good.” Nick replied picking up the toy fox beside him and showing it to Kelly as his phone rang.

“Well, he must be getting hungry because I am getting hungry.” Adalind commented. “That’s your phone, you want me to answer it?”

“Yeah. He’s holding me down right.” Nick told her before turning his attention back to Kelly. “Aren’t you holding me down?”

As Nick continued to play with his son, Adalind answered his phone. “Nick Burkhardt’s phone…. Juli—ah Eve.” Nick looked over at her, the smile having disappeared from her face. “Uh, I’m fine, how are you?” Adalind covered the speaker of the phone and looked at Nick. “It’s Eve.” She said, moving towards him and Kelly. “I think we should trade.”

Nick carefully stood up, Kelly in his arms and passed him over to Adalind while taking his phone from her.  “Yeah.”

“I have more information for you. Can you come here now?”

“Can’t it wait?” Nick asked her.

A moment of silence. “No.”

Nick sighed. “Alright. I’m coming over.” He said before hanging up the phone and turning back to Adalind and Kelly.

“Well, that was creepy.” Adalind commented. “Is that how she is now?”

“Yeah. She talks about as much as Kelly.” He sighed again. “Look, I have to…”

Adalind nodded. “I heard. Guess we’ll sleep well tonight.”

Nick arrived at H.W and Eve met him at the entrance before leading him down to the command centre. “You weren’t in Portland when Andrew Dixon was assassinated.” Eve said. “You don’t know what you need to know.”

“And you’re gonna tell me.” Nick said sarcastically.

“That’s why you’re here.” Eve said, pulling surveillance footage on the big screen. “We identified Marwan Hanano from a surveillance camera on West Broadway at 3:57pm, 17 minutes before he gained access to the building that overlooked the park where the political rally was being held.”

“Yeah. I’ve read the reports.”

Eve looked at him. “They don’t tell you this.  Seven minutes later, he fired the shot that killed Andrew Dixon. I located Hanano as he was exiting the building and caused an injury so that he would be taken to the hospital. I took his cell phone and accessed his SIM card. We had access to every contact and every phone number. With the information from his phone, we would have been able to disrupt Black Claw’s operations in Portland…as long as Marwan Hanano was still alive.”

“And Renard killed him.”

“He was supposed to.”

Nick looked at her. “What do you mean?”

“Renard received a call about Marwan Hanano being in the hospital.”

“So what?”

“Marwan had no identification on him. His hair had been dyed blond. No one in the hospital could have known who he was. Only someone who knew Hanano could have made that call.”

Nick faced her. “You think Renard was involved?”

“If he wasn’t, they were using him.”

“So, you’re saying he was set up?”

“Renard is going to run for mayor.”

Nick glanced back at the screen. “There’s been no official announcement.”

“There will be.” Eve told him. “And we better know who he’s involved with.”

Nick sighed. “If you’re right and I make a move on him and he finds out, he’s gonna know we’re onto him.”

“I don’t want you to do anything. Except tell me where he’s gonna be.”

“When?”

“Soon.”

Eve turned away, silently dismissing him. “Wait, so that’s it?”

“For now…thank you for coming.”

The next morning, as Nick was explaining his meeting with Eve to Hank, Sean arrived and asked them both into his office. Glancing at each other, they followed him in there.

Letting out a breath, he faced them. “As you know, I was supporting Andrew Dixon for Mayor. I truly believe he would have won. And Gallagher is not the kind of guy you want sitting in office. Now, I’ve been asked to take Dixon’s place by his campaign organisation.”

“You’re talking about running for Mayor.” Nick confirmed, arms crossed in front of his chest.

Sean nodded. “I am. Now, I haven’t made up my mind yet. I just…I’d like to know what you guys think?”

Nick was surprised that he cared to ask what they thought. “When do you have to make up your mind?” Nick asked him.

“Soon.”

Hank came around to lean against the bookshelves beside the desk. “This is a little sudden.”

“I know. But would you back me if I said yes?”

Nick and Hank exchanged a look. “If you win, what happens to you here?” Hank asked.

“Well…I’d have to resign.”

“Well, however replaces you won’t know how we handle things.” Nick pointed out.

Sean shook his head. “No, they would not.”

“You know what you’re getting yourself into?”

“I just know that we can’t have Gallagher.”

Nick glanced at Hank, who’s phone let out a tone indicating a message was received. “Well, if this is what you want, we’ll back you. What does Lorelei think?”

“I appreciate that. And as for Lorelei, she supports whatever decision I decide on.”

Hank was looking at his phone. “It’s Wu. We got a body.” He told Nick.

They exited Sean’s office. “Eve was right.” Nick said quietly.

“Yeah, he’s gonna run. But it doesn’t answer the question. Was he in on the assassination? Now, if Black Claw was behind this, they’re gonna want him in a position of power.”

“The Captain was with us when we were attacked at the warehouse. He could have been killed.” Hank said as he pulled on his jacket.

“Unless he was in on that too.”

Hank shook his head. “I think he’s getting played.”

Nick sighed as they headed towards the elevator. “Or maybe he’s just taking advantage of the situation that’s coming his way. Until we know for sure, we don’t say anything.”

***Sean’s POV***

Before heading to work, Sean stopped in at Nick and Adalind’s. Adalind let him in, looking confused by his presence. Despite living next door to each other for the past month, Sean had not visited once. “Is everything ok?”

“Yes. Everything is fine. There is something I need to discuss with you.”

Adalind looked suspiciously at him. “About what?” She asked as moved into the kitchen.

“I’m not sure if Lorelei told you, but I have been asked to step in and run for Mayor in Andrew Dixon’s place.”

Adalind looked surprised. “Uh, not, she didn’t mention that.”

“Well, I haven’t said yes yet. However, I realise if I do run that the public may find out about Diana’s existence. I thought to mitigate any rumours that may swell, it could be beneficial to stop hiding Diana from the world.”

Adalind frowned. “We’ve been hiding Diana for her safety. And now you want to, what? Parade her around in front of the media.”

Sean sighed. “Diana is getting older. Her accelerated ageing has also slowed down. How long are we going to keep her from the world? And I have no intention of parading her around anywhere. I just don’t want to have to hide her.”

“What does Lorelei think?”

“Lorelei does have her concerns; however, she feels like Diana is missing out by being confined to these two houses.”

Adalind sighed. “I feel the same way. I want to protect Diana, but I also want her to live her life.” As Adalind reached for her coffee mug, it jumped into her hand.

Sean raised an eyebrow. “Wow. That’s interesting.” He commented. “Does Nick know?”

“No.”

“You gonna tell him?”

Adalind sighed. “I don’t know. And you can’t tell him.”

Sean rubbed his temples. “Oh, this feels very familiar.”

Adalind glared at him. “I’m serious Sean.”

“If Nick finds out that you’re a hexenbiest again, things may not turn out so well.” He told her. “Don’t forget what happened to the last hexenbiest he lived with.”

“We have a son together and I’m not Juliette.”

Sean sighed. “I know.” He placed his hand on Adalind’s. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“And I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Sean stepped back, the expression and tone of her voice almost threatening.

“Understood.” He said slowly smoothing the wrinkle out of his jacket. “I’ll leave you to it.”

After his discussion with Nick and Hank, in which they gave him their support, Sean felt he was closer to making a decision. If he said no, his family could be in danger and Gallagher would most likely take the position of Mayor. If he said yes, it should keep his family safe. But it would mean working with Black Claw. Who Sean did not trust.

By the end of the day, Sean had decided that saying yes would be the best course of action. He didn’t really feel that he had much of a choice. When he called Rachel, she had been happy to hear that he had decided to be on ‘the right side of history. A part of Sean felt like he was more likely to be on the wrong side. Rachel was going to get the ball rolling, stating they should hold a press conference in three days’ time to announce the start of his campaign.

Sean was somewhat surprised when Rachel mentioned wanting to meet with himself and Lorelei to prepare for his campaign. She wanted Lorelei to stand by his side when he announced that he would be running for Mayor. Sean supposed that made sense. He wasn’t sure what he had been thinking. Of course, Lorelei would have some involvement. He did confess to Rachel that Lorelei didn’t know about Black Claw’s involvement. “You will need to tell her eventually Sean. You can’t hide it from her forever.” Rachel had commented. “But, if you don’t want me to say anything for the time being, then I won’t.”

Of course, Sean knew that he had to tell his wife. He was just hoping to have a better idea what Black Claw was planning to do, so that he could answer any questions she would have. He was also afraid of what her reaction may be. She wouldn’t be happy, that he was sure about. Perhaps when she was further along in her pregnancy and the twins had a stronger chance of surviving if they came prematurely.

***Nick’s POV***

A couple of days later, Nick, Hank, and Wu joined the media and other members of their department to watch Sean’s press conference as he announced he was running for Mayor. Lorelei was there on stage, standing just behind her husband and beside Rachel Wood.

“Andrew believed that Portland deserved a mayor that was willing to fight for its people. Now, I’ve been asked to take Andrew’s place and after long consideration, I’ve realised that the only way to support Andrew’s vision of the city is to take his place. And so today, I am formally announcing my candidacy for Mayor of Portland.”

Nick joined in when everyone started applauding all though his heart wasn’t really behind it. Did Sean know he was aligning with Black Claw? Did Lorelei? Even if Sean did, Nick didn’t think he would have been upfront with Lorelei about it. Hank leaned over and whispered in Nick’s ear. “Here we go.”

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