#so my dream didn’t immediately start with a and f talking to each other

[merrygomp3]

just had a free therapy session in my dream with an old middle school classmate (not even a friend) about a friendship that went from 0 to 100 to -100000 last last year. it was so intense and felt so real that it woke me up earlier than expected

[bratzforchris]

Moonlight, M. Sturniolo

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Summary: Matt's favorite way to unwind after a long week of work is to smoke and enjoy the benefits that come with having you as his girlfriend. Songfic; loosely based off of "Moonlight" by Kali Uchis

Pairing: Matt x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, drug use (marijuana) and sex under the influence, p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, masturbating (m), cowgirl, marking, dirty talk, pet names (baby girl, doll), really long

Word Count: 3k

A/N: This is not a want...it's a need. Anyway, enjoy some smut to start your Monday the right way ;)

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Friday nights were Matt’s favorite night of the week. After a long week of work and the Friday video going up, he could finally enjoy true, quality time with you. You two would make dinner together, talking about each other’s week and sharing both your high points and low points. That was nice, sure, but he enjoyed what came after far more. You would sit out on the back deck together, passing a joint back and forth and gazing up at the stars. Sometimes these nights were quiet and would end with you both tucked up into bed, passed out before midnight. Other nights, the weed would loosen your tongues, leading to playful banter and clothes strewn across the living room. 

✧˖°.

“Hey sweetie,” You smiled as Matt stepped into the kitchen, holding a brown paper bag. “How was your day?”

“It was fine,” Matt shrugged, coming around the island to wrap his arms around you as you stirred the pot on the stove. “Nick and Chris were good. We got the video up smoothly so…successful Friday, I guess.”

You turned towards your boyfriend’s chest, spoon still in hand. “That wouldn’t happen to be my favorite salsa, would it?” You asked, gesturing towards the paper bag in his hand. 

“Oh, I dunno,” Matt kissed your forehead playfully. “What do I get out of it if it is?”

“A kiss? Best boyfriend of the week award?”

“I’m the only boyfriend of the week,” he grumbled, a smile dotting his face. “But yes, it is your favorite salsa.”

You squealed as Matt set the bag down, immediately tearing into it. Your favorite salsa was locally made, only sold in the small bodega near the triplet’s old house on the outskirts of LA. Ever since you and Matt had gotten your own place in favor of furthering your relationship, the salsa had become more of a rarity, making you cherish Matt even more every time he went out of his way to get it. 

“The tacos are done!” You exclaimed proudly as you began to set out the spread. 

“I’m more interested in this spread,” Matt snorted, landing a smack to your ass. “Are those new leggings?” he had gravitated towards your kitchen table, sitting down in one of the chairs with that cursed manspread that would’ve looked humiliating had it been on anyone else. 

You looked down at the black leggings you had put on earlier in the day for this sole purpose. You’d just gotten them in the mail yesterday, and you knew they would drive Matt absolutely wild. He had a slight obsession with you in black. Nevertheless, you decided to have a bit of fun with him, smiling with a blush. 

“Later, Bernard. We’re about to eat.” You knew Matt hated his middle name, and you could only dream of the ways he would get back at you later for it. 

Sure enough, Matt groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I hate my middle name. It’s so stupid.”

“I disagree,” You giggled, fixing Matt’s plate. “I think MaryLou picked a lovely name.” You smiled, setting his plate in front of him and planting a kiss on his plump lips. 

You quickly fixed your own plate, setting down in the spot across from Matt. Taco Friday was a weekly tradition in your small household, as was sharing the week’s highs and lows. You listened as Matt talked about a recent milestone he had hit on his personal YouTube channel, but your eyes were more fixated on his lips. It’s not that you didn’t care about what he had to say; rather, you were just so overwhelmed by how purely handsome your boy was. 

“What was your favorite thing this week?” Matt asked you kindly after a while. 

“Oh um,” You blushed, pushing your empty plate away and standing. “Does this count?” You hummed seductively, straddling yourself across Matt’s lap and tangling your hands in the hair at the nape of his neck as you kissed him. 

Your boyfriend moaned into the kiss, grunting and shifting as your leggings brushed over his sensitive cock. “What happened to later?” he teased, a small smirk tugging at the edges of his mouth. 

“You’re just hot,” You giggled. “That’s all.”

You usually weren’t as bold as you had been just now, normally opting to let Matt take the lead on affection and sexual encounters. Something was different about tonight, though. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him as you two cleaned off the table, or when you stood side by side at the sink, tag teaming the dishes. 

The air thrummed with the sparks that were flying between you as you changed into one of Matt’s big t-shirts and comfortable shorts and him into a white shirt and plaid pajama pants. Even though it was early, you always liked being in comfortable clothes to smoke; it made the experience more enjoyable. 

You didn’t miss the way Matt’s eyes rinsed over your body in his clothes. Even after over two years together, it still made his head spin that you were all his. Every inch of your body belonged to him, and him to you. He loves your body, how smart you were, your adorable face, and the way you lit up from the inside with joy whenever you were happy. Like right now, as you grabbed your rainbow striped pouch from your nightstand and grabbed his hand, tugging him out onto the back deck. 

“This is probably my favorite time of the week,” You announced, smiling as you plopped down in one of the deck chairs. “I love the view.” You hummed quietly, gazing up at the darkening sky as the stars began to peek out. 

“I love this view more.” Matt cooed, tapping your nose. 

“You’re so corny.” You giggled, but blushed nonetheless. 

You opened your pouch, pulling out a blunt and lighter while Matt turned on the speaker, playing Mac Miller’s Swimming album. The lighter in your hands was a special one; it had become a custom gift your boyfriend had given you for your most recent birthday, with a picture of you both on the vinyl wrap. It had been a gag gift at first, but Matt smiled every time you two used it, simply because it reminded him of all the times you two had shared. 

“You want first hit?” You asked him. 

“Nope,” Matt told you. “Ladies first.”

“Such a gentleman.” You laughed, hanging the joint between your lips as you lit up. 

You inhaled for a moment, letting the sweet smoke fill your lungs, before exhaling and passing it to Matt. Even though there were only two of you, you had to say that this was your dream rotation if you could call it that. Matt was perfect in so many ways. He was in tune with all your moods and now was no exception. He had his eyes trained on you as he took a long drag, before turning his head and blowing a cloud of smoke towards the night sky. 

“I’m so fucking lucky.” he hummed, staring up at the moon as you took another hit.

“Me too.” You smiled, scooting your chair closer to him as the joint dangled between your lips. 

“Like…I live this fucking amazing life. I get to have fun with my brothers for a living and then I get to come home to my own house at twenty years old. I have my own house and a beautiful girlfriend,” Matt paused to look at you, suddenly shy. “And you support me more than anyone else ever has and I just…I’m really lucky and I love you.” he whispered, the weed already loosening his tongue, despite only having one hit. 

“I love you, Matty.” You whispered, pecking his cheek and passing the blunt back to him for another hit. 

Normally, Matt would protest anyone calling him Matty, but he loved you, and when you said it, it made his heart swell. He smiled, taking another long hit and blowing the smoke towards the stars. “I think I love you more.”

You smiled, curling into his side. You and Matt sat in silence for a while, passing the weed back and forth and enjoying the night sky and the music until Matt suddenly turned his head, looking at you. 

“You’re really fucking beautiful.” he smiled, voice and body overall more relaxed than they had been an hour ago. 

No matter how long you and Matt had been together, his words about how gorgeous or perfect you were never failed to make your cheeks heat up and the butterflies in your tummy take flight. You carefully put the lit joint out on a small ashtray that was laying on the outdoor table and then crawled out of your chair and into Matt’s lap, laying your head against his strong chest. 

“And I think you’re really handsome,” You hummed. “And sexy. Definitely sexy.” You giggled, still high from all that you had smoked. 

Your boyfriend held you on his lap by your hips, whispering sweet nothings to you as he kissed your lips softly, then moved along to your jaw. Each kiss was slightly more intense than the last as the moonlight shone down on you two, until Matt finally hit the sweet spot behind your ear, where he suckled softly, the scent of weed hot on his breath. Moaning involuntarily, you ground your hips against his lap, the ache that was blossoming in your growing as you felt his boner. 

“Do I turn you on? Making you need to get off on my leg, baby? Or is that weed talking?” Matt asked you, sneaking a hand inside your shorts. 

Just as he had suspected, you weren’t wearing any panties under the soft cotton, which allowed him to easily slide a finger between your folds. You whimpered as Matt left a trail of hickeys down your neck, rubbing soft, slow circles on your already-dripping clit. In between each new mark he added onto you, your lover would speak of all the things he loved about you and your body. Some of them were unintelligible in his smokey haze, others were little quirks you  didn’t even know he had noticed.

“Matt,” You whimpered, holding yourself steady against his shoulders as he fingered you. “Don’t be a teas…” Your words were cut off when he hit a particularly sensitive area, causing you to hiss with arousal. 

“I think we need to take this inside.” Matt chuckled, easily picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. 

He knew that he wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer. As much as Matt had grown in his letting go of anxiety over what other people thought, he really didn’t want your neighbors to watch you get fucked. That was for his eyes only. His cock was already threatening to burst with the need to just fuck you and feel every inch of your skin, of all of you, against him. 

Once he had successfully made it inside, still carrying you, of course, Matt began to kiss you with fervent need, not being able to hold back any longer. He didn’t break the kiss as he carried you into the bedroom, sitting down with you against him. 

“Oh doll,” he moaned, marking his love for you on your collar bone. “I can’t wait to eat that sweet little cunt until you’re absolutely dripping. Show you what happens when I get high, yeah? How much I think about you and your pretty pussy.”

You whined, gripping Matt’s hair in your hands as he pulled your (his) shirt over your head, admiring your bare breasts. He loved your tits, he really did, but that wasn’t what he was here for. Your boyfriend nipped at your boobs gently, making sure to leave enough of a mark for tomorrow. The soft flesh was turning pink with his hickeys as he sucked his way down your chest and tummy, laying you back against the bed. 

You were already arching and wriggling against the sheets before Matt had even gotten your shorts off. The sheer tone and implications of his teasing were making you wildly horny, eager to feel his tongue and fingers inside of you. Matt smirked when he finally, finally pulled the fabric off, eyeing the feast before him. You were already dripping, your thighs slick with arousal. 

He took his time to continue circling your clit slowly, teasingly, enjoying the way you whimpered and grunted. Once he began to pump a finger inside of you, it was downhill from there. You were grabbing onto anything you could; his hair, his biceps, his shirt, eager to just have him touch you more. Matt smirked at your eagerness as he thrust another finger inside of you, causing you to wiggle and whine. 

“Think you can handle my mouth, baby?” he asked you. “You know how much I love dessert when I’m high and this? This is the perfect dessert.”

Without another word he thrust his head between your thighs, eating you out at such a rapid, dizzying pace that your cunt was already clenching within the minute. Matt didn’t stop at just his mouth, though. His tongue was gliding over your clit while he pumped his fingers in and out of you, creating a sinfully filthy symphony of your little moans whimpers combined with him enjoying all that your pussy had to offer. 

“Matt…” You whimpered, panting with the need to climax. “Gonna cum.” you groaned, back arching. 

“Go ahead, baby,” he cooed in such an obscene way, it just turned you on more. “Cum all over my fingers and tongue.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You immediately let go as your orgasm took you over, legs shaking and near-screams leaving your mouth. It was one of the strongest climaxes you had had in a while, leaving you greatly exhausted as white-hot heat released from your core. You fell back against the pillows, panting, as Matt lifted his head from between your legs. Your cum was dripping down his chin and his hair was a mess, but he didn’t seem to mind. He just licked his lips, a coy, wolf-like smile on his face. 

“You think we’re only going one round, baby girl?” he chuckled. “I haven’t even gotten you to cum on my dick.” 

Despite the roughness of your words, Matt placed a kiss on your forehead and lips, before pulling his own shirt and pants off. Not speaking again, your boyfriend began to jerk himself like there’s no tomorrow, head thrown back and eyes closed as his wavy curls fall across his sweaty face. You could tell by the look on his face that sinful fantasies of you were playing through his head, and that excited you as well, giving you more vigor for another round. 

Matt reached over to his nightstand, still palming his dick, and grabbed a condom. You heard the unmistakable sound of foil ripping, before your boyfriend rolled the rubber onto his cock. However, he didn’t immediately slam into you. Instead, he laid down beside you, looking up at you with lustful eyes. 

“Get on top. I wanna see that sexy face when I cum.” he groaned, his boner absolutely aching. 

Slightly nervous, but also excited, you climbed atop Matt’s legs and lined yourself up with him. You weren’t very versed in riding him, but when you did, it was always an experience. Matt nodded at you kindly when you began to pick up speed, whining with his eyes screwed shut as your hips bucked against his own. 

“Is this okay?” You asked seductively, but a hint of nervousness laced your voice. You were still rather high, and you didn’t want to do anything to make the wonderful night you two were having thus far miserable. “I don’t wanna ruin it…”

“No baby…” Matt hissed, throwing his head back. “This is perfect–oh god, right there, Y/N. Good girl.”

With his encouragement, you rode Matt faster, knowing he was close to his own orgasm by the look in his blue eyes. You were already sensitive from your first orgasm, and you always came quicker the second time. 

“Oh god,” You moaned. “Matt, I’m gonna…” You didn’t get a chance to speak again before you were clenching around his dick, your release taking over your body. 

The sound of you climaxing just revved up Matt’s hormones and he immediately came right after you, completely filling the condom. It was quiet for a bit, save for the sounds of you both coming down from your literal and sexual high, as you slid off of his cock, laying down beside him with a great sigh. Your boyfriend removed the used condom, tying it off and throwing it into the trash beside the bed, before scooping you into a spooning position. 

“That was great,” he yawned, naked body pressed against your own. “Can I say something?” he asked you shyly. 

“Always.”

“I feel less insecure when we have high sex…” Matt admitted shyly, voice trailing off at the end. 

“Honey,” You said firmly, but not unkindly as your head cleared. “I understand, but you know I love you regardless, right? You’re the best romantic and sexual partner I’ve ever had.” You smiled kindly, yawning as well. 

“Really?” Your boyfriend asked, a hint of hope in his voice. 

“Really,” You nodded. “I love you, Matt. You’re my sun, my moon, and all of my stars, babe.”

Matt blushed under the weight of your words, pulling you closer to him. “That makes me feel better, actually. Thank you.” 

“Don’t worry, hun. We’ll never lose our Friday night routine.” You placed a kiss on Matt’s cheek and the snuggled into his hold, ready to enjoy the rest of your favorite night of the week. 

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[thetriumphantpanda]

I'll Crawl Home To Her | Marcus Pike

Fic Summary | Marcus Pike had been the man of your dreams until a promotion tore your away from him. Four years later, a wedding brings you back together, but it the bubble you've built over this one weekend going to crash and burn just like it did before?

Pairing | Marcus Pike x Bridesmaid F!Reader

Fic Warnings | Explicit. Exes to Lovers, themes of second chance love, references to food and alcohol, descriptions of a wedding, Marcus Pike being a dirty talking menace, talk of contraception, unprotected PiV sex, creampie, semi-public sex, oral sex (F), overstimulation if you squint, allusions to oral sex (M) and mentions of a facial cumshot, mutual pining, flirting, two idiots in love, a touch of angst, basically two idiots who never got over each other have a lot of sex over a weekend.

Word Count | 7.9K (I can only apologise lmfao)

Authors Note | So, two weekends ago I was a bridesmaid and spent the entire time messaging @undercoverpena about how I wished Marcus Pike would whisk me away to the bathroom, tell me how pretty I was and give me a good time.... and this is what's come of this. Entirely self-indulgent but we love that for me sometimes. If you enjoy this, please consider commenting or reblogging - I'd love to know what you think of it! And if you'd like to support me further, you can donate to my Ko-Fi.

Moodboard is for aesthetic purposes only - reader is a blank slate. Although if you're interested in the dress I chose for her - it's this.

Divider by the amazing @saradika

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“I’m sorry, Mike,” Marcus is still out of breath as he clutches the champagne flute in his hand, chest heaving as his sucks in air to his lungs, “I didn’t mean to be so late.”

“Marcus, buddy, it’s fine,” His friend puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder, he knows Marcus gets anxious when things outside of his control happen, like the delay to his flight from D.C. to London, and then the delay in getting from London to the wedding venue, “You’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

Marcus nods, chugging down half the champagne in one go, hoping it’ll calm his anxiety a little. He had cursed Mike and Cassie for choosing to have their wedding in England, but Mike’s family, most of them ageing now and unable to make the long trip to D.C. had insisted on it. As he looks around the large reception room, he muses internally to himself that it was beautiful. A huge room, semi-decorated for tomorrow’s reception and dinner. It’s a smaller affair tonight, immediate family and friends for the rehearsal dinner, but he can imagine that tomorrow, once all is said and done, it’ll be the perfect backdrop for their wedding.

“Where’s Cassie?” Marcus asks, looking around the room, finding a distinct lack of the bride and the bridal party Mike hadn’t shut up about over the last few months.

“She’s just sorting the last of the decorations for the ceremony room,” Mike explains, waving a hand to the waitress currently doing the round with a refilled tray of champagne, “She’ll be here soon.” He finished with a wink, which, although is odd, Marcus doesn’t question, just picks up another glass of champagne and stands talking to his friend and whoever is milling around offering their congratulations.

There’s a flurry of conversation that has Marcus turning around a few minutes later, he can see Cassie and her mother, who are pulled to the side by someone from the venue holding up two different types of ribbon, asking which one they want to drape around the columns and which one to tie around the chair backs. It’s not Cassie that Marcus is interested in though, it’s the bridesmaid that follows behind her.

He can feel his throat constrict, a small pit opening in his stomach that’s somewhere between the feeling of dread and excitement. He can feel the palms of his hands starting to get clammy, so he drains his glass and sets it down on the nearest table to avoid an accident. Then, he thinks he might actually pass out when you finally look at him, eyes searching his face and then the glimmer of recognition that you know exactly who he is, remember exactly the last time you’d seen him, and exactly what had happened when you had.

Your leg is bouncing underneath the dining table, food somewhat eaten regardless of the fact that it’s your favourite. You’ve dug half-moon shapes into the palms of your hands and bitten the inside of your mouth enough to taste blood.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” It’s Marcus, sitting across from you, plate cleared, completely oblivious as to what’s about to come.

“I got offered a promotion.” You tell him simply, running one hand up and down your opposite arm in an attempt to soothe yourself.

“Darling!” He exclaims, “That’s amazing!” He doesn’t move to get up, but reaches his hand out, palm up for you to take, which you do, letting his hand softly clasp yours in his own, “Why are you so upset then?”

Taking a deep breath in, biting your bottom lip, you decide it’s best to rip the band-aid off sooner rather than later, “It’s not here, Marcus,” You sigh, “The job is in D.C.”

The smile, the light of his eyes, everything on his face that had just seconds ago been showing joy, had faltered. Much like you imagine your face would have when you’d been offered the job. A significant pay rise, governmental opportunities, bigger clients, a shot at being a proper lawyer for once, but with the caveat that you had to uproot your comfortable Austin life for D.C. and with it, Marcus Pike.

“I don’t have to go,” You follow up with, “I haven’t accepted yet, I’ve got some time to think.”

You feel him squeeze your hand, his other palm coming out to rest on your wrist, slowly tracing the blue veins he can see there, “Look at me,” He asks softly, which you do, the tears that had been forming in your own eyes starting to spill down your cheeks when you find Marcus’ eyes glassed over too, “Baby, this is such an amazing opportunity, you can’t say no because of me.”

Because that’s what you would be doing. Marcus, brilliant, funny, intelligent Marcus, wouldn’t be able to follow you to D.C. There had been some talk about his work in the Art Crimes team with the higher ups, people who were impressed at his success rate, people who wanted to keep him here, send him off to California even. He was at too much of a crossroads to be able to follow you to D.C.

“I don’t want to lose you though,” You sniff, free hand coming to wipe away some of the tears that are falling from your eyes, “I love you.”

Marcus hums, finally pushes himself off his chair, letting the legs scrape across his kitchen floor, until he’s sat right in front of you, knees touching, his palms on the tops of your thighs, warm and soothing, “I love you too,” He says, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek, making sure you’re looking at him, “But this is what you’ve wanted, you’ve been working so hard baby and I’m not going to let you stay here just because of me.”

It’s killing you inside, because you want so badly to ask him to follow you. To drop everything and come to D.C. You’ve been together two years, you’re comfortable together, he makes you so happy, you’ve talked about moving in together, starting a life together, but you know deep down you’re asking him to do something unfair.

“So, I guess your stance on long-distance relationships hasn’t changed?” You ask, tone soft and sad, tears falling down your cheeks.

You watch him as his own tears fall, his hands clutching your own so tightly as he gives you a soft smile, “Baby, I wish I could say yes, I wish I could drop it all and follow you, or promise you we’d talk on the phone every day and see each other every weekend, but you know we can’t do it.”

Biting at your lip, you nod, because you know he’s right. You’re a lawyer, you barely have free time as it is - weekends more often than not spent sat on the couch with him, tapping away at your laptop whilst he looks over case files. It would never work.

Marcus leans forward, presses a kiss to your forehead, then pulls you into a hug. You clutch your hands to his back, inhaling the smell of him on his shirt , watching the light blue turn darker as it catches your tears.

“When do you go?” He asks quietly into the crook of your neck, soft kiss placed to the skin right after.

“A few weeks, probably.”

“Well, let’s enjoy them while we still can, hey?” You nod silently, “And maybe one day, we’ll find each other again.”

“And maybe one day, we’ll find each other again.”

Those words still echo in your ears four year later, like they have at various different points since you last saw Marcus Pike. Leaving had been hard. He’d helped you pack everything up, driven you to the airport, kissed you before security and promised he wouldn’t forget you. You’d text a for a few weeks before life dragged you in one direction and him in another. No-one had quite been able to live up to him either. Sure, you’d tried dating, seen people for a few months before deciding they weren’t quite the man who had almost been able to give you everything you ever wanted.

And now here he is, standing in front of you, pale as a ghost as if he’s about to keel over and have a heart attack. You want to run to him, to fling yourself into his arms and make sure he’s real. You want to press your lips to his, let him kiss you like he always used to, to clutch you to his body and whisper sweet things into your ear, but you have no idea what he’s been doing these past four years - for all you know, you could get closer and find a wedding band across his left finger.

It’s a blessing when Cassie’s hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you over to the side.

“Do you prefer the dusky rose or the blush pink?” She asks, holding up two ribbons that look identical to your eye.

You want to tell her does it really matter, they both look exactly the same. You want to tear your wrist away from her and go to Marcus, but instead you settle for a warm smile and “It’s your wedding Cass, you choose what you want.”

And when you turn around, looking back over to Mike, Marcus Pike is nowhere to be found. Like he was a mirage. A figment of your hopeful imagination. Something conjured up after your mother had set you down at the airport and said, “Bridesmaid’s always get lucky at weddings, you might find your own husband.”

When everyone is called to sit down for the rehearsal dinner, you jump at the opportunity to let Cassie sit down and eat, whilst you get pulled away by the staff to advise on which candles to use for the ceremony room and where exactly to place the flower arch for the best photos tomorrow. When you make it back, everyone is standing, milling around, getting drinks from the bar, which you decide you desperately need.

“A negroni, please.” You ask for after taking a few seconds to peruse the cocktail menu set out. The stronger the better.

“I see your tastes haven’t changed in the last few years.”

You’re pretty sure that if there was a mirror in front of you, the look of shock on your face would be comical, as Marcus Pike sidles up to the bar next to you. Up close, he’s just as handsome as he always had been, except now, he’s got a beard and more fine lines in the corners of his eyes, which means he’s been happy, smiling, whilst you’ve been gone. It makes your heart swell that he’s been happy.

“I wonder if yours have.” You counter, tilting your head towards the bartender who is waiting for him to order.

“Just a beer for now.” He smiles, but at you, not the bartender.

“That’ll be a no then.”

There’s a moment of silence between the both of you as you sip the cocktail given to you, and Marcus takes a swig of his beer. His left hand is wrapped around the bottle, no sign of the wedding ring you were convinced you’d find. You want to say something, anything, but when you go to open your mouth, he beats you to it.

“You look well.”

You can’t help but chuckle. Of all the things he could have chosen to say to you, you hadn't thought it would be that.

“So do you.” You compliment back.

There’s another silence, the two of you just looking at each other. You’re soaking him up, committing him to memory to replace the old Marcus you knew so well.

“Are you here alone?” You ask, playing with the glass in your hand.

You watch as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, “Are you?”

“I asked you first, Agent Pike.”

He tilts his head towards his shoulder in a movement that says he’ll give you that one, “I’m here alone.”

You can’t help but smile a little, biting at your bottom lip to try and hide how pleased you are, “So am I.”

Looking up at him through your lashes, you notice the exact moment those brown eyes that you’re so used to getting lost in darken, watching you as you sip your drink, tip of your tongue jutting out to catch a drop from your bottom lip.

“Is your room completely over the top?” You ask, watching as he swallows deeply, “Because mine is, I’d love to know what the honeymoon suite must be like.”

“Depends what you mean by completely over the top?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“Do you want me to show you?”

He doesn’t even respond. He sets his half-finished beer down on the bar, takes your almost-empty negroni from your hand and does the same. Then he’s taking hold of your hand, lacing your fingers together like he always did, dragging you out of the room. You turn to find Cassie and Mike, looking at you both as you have to jog to keep up with Marcus’ pace. Both of them are winking, smiling, and Mike even throws a thumbs up your way. You can feel heat rising on your cheeks as you turn your head away from them.

“Which floor?” Marcus asks then you reach the grand staircase in the lobby.

“Second.”

He doesn’t let go of your hand, but takes the stairs two at a time, meaning by the time you reach the second floor, you’re out of breath from running behind him, trying to keep up.

“Which room?”

It’s your turn to lead him now, stepping in front of him to walk down the hallway to room 212. You fish the keycard from the back pocket of your jeans, wasting no time in pushing the door open when the tiny light turns green.

It’s dark inside, but you don’t care. Marcus Pike pins you against the wall, his thigh between your legs, both hands on your waist, and then his lips are on yours. The way he kisses hasn’t changed a bit. His mouth slants over yours, softly at first, but when you open your lips against his, hands clutching at the collar of his shirt, it’s just like you remember from all those years ago. He tastes the same, mint from the gum he always chews, the tang of the beer on his tongue, and that distinct taste that’s just him.

He swallows a groan from you as your pitch your hips down, denim rubbing on denim as he devours your mouth. His hands on your waist trail down just a little, finding the top of your jeans, floating under your shirt just a little to touch the bare skin underneath. His hands are warm and strong as they start guiding you to move against his thigh as his tongue works against yours.

Marcus pulls away from your mouth just as a particularly breathy moan leaves your mouth. It makes you both stop. Stand still. Eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room as you both realise exactly what’s happening. You know you should stop, talk about what’s clearly about to happen, but when did talking ever help anything.

“Don’t think about it,” Marcus sighs, leaning down to trail kisses along your jaw, “We talk after.”

“We talk after.” You say, mainly to the room more than anything else.

Your hands are still clutching at his shirt when his fingers find the button on your jeans. Still as adept at it as he’d always been, he pops the button open and pulls down the zipper, letting his hand trail down, settling across the lace of your underwear, cupping your pussy, letting his fingers trace along skin through lace.

A hiss leaves your mouth as you work your body in time with the slow, teasing movements of Marcus’ hand, “You’ve changed,” You manage to breathe out, your hand coming to the back of his neck to pull his mouth nearer to yours, “When you were desperate for me you’d never tease.”

You can feel his lips smile against the skin of your neck where he’s tracing wet kisses along the skin, hand still feather-light between your legs, “I’ve learnt to be more patient, honey.”

“And if I asked you not to?”

“In all the years I knew you, never once did you beg for it.” He pulls back, your eyes now accustomed to the dark, able to see him better, his voice is low, “Unless you’ve changed, you’ll have to put up with it.”

You grasp his cheeks in your palms, his hand still teasing you, pull his attention to you fully, “Marcus Pike, I swear to all that is holy that if you do not spread me out on my bed and fuck me in the next five minutes, I will die.”

He makes a ‘tsk’ sound, his head shaking in your hands, “That’s not begging for it honey,” He coos, “You gotta ask nicely for it.”

You let out a grumble of frustration, but you have to admit, this new version of the man you knew so well before is enticing. You can feel the way wetness is settling between your thighs, you’re sure if he dipped his fingers down he’d have some smart comment about how soaked you were for him already.

So you swallow your pride, you know it’ll be worth it in the end, “Please.”

“Good girl.”

It all happens in a flurry. One moment you’re against the wall, the next your back is against the mattress, Marcus’ hips pressed to yours as his hands work to push your shirt up and off your body. Your back hits the mattress again and his mouth is on you almost instantly, his lips trailing down your sternum, between the valley of your breasts. Pushing himself back on his knees, he brings his hands to the cups of your bra, pulling them down. Your nipples pebbling against the cold of the air.

His lips are back on you almost immediately, nipple enveloped into the warmth of his mouth, tip of his tongue flicking at it, making your back arch off the bed, pressing further into his mouth. Your hand comes to tangle in the curls at the back of his head, anchoring him to your body. As his mouth works across your chest, you can’t quite believe what’s happening to you. The man of your dreams, the person you always thought you were destined for, back, right here between your thighs, the bulge in the front of his jeans all too familiar to you.

Head tipped back in pleasure, you breathe out into the air, “I can’t believe you’re here.”

He tears off your breast with a wet pop, looking up at you through his lashes, mouth kissing down your body, across the soft of your tummy, he taps at your sides, lifting your hips up to drag your jeans and underwear down your legs, flung behind him and forgotten when you plant the flat of your feet onto the bed and let your knees fall open.

Marcus isn’t a religious man, he never has been, but knelt between your thighs, hands flying to rid himself of his clothes, watching as you gingerly trail your hand between your thighs, eyes on him as you play with your clit, he thinks he might have to start believing. As he stands to take the last of his clothes off, standing at the foot of the bed, naked with his cock in his hand, watching your face, he thanks the Lord for whatever mischief they had to concoct to get you back here with him.

He crawls back up your body, kissing from ankle to thigh, settling himself between your thighs, cock sliding through your slick folds as he lays his body down against yours, one of his hands slipping under your neck, cradling the back of your head, the other cupping your cheek, moving your face to look right into his eyes. He’s so fucking close to you, lips barely a hairs breadth from your own.

“I have to be inside you,” He pants against your mouth, “I promise I'll spend hours between your thighs later baby, but I have to be inside you.”

He doesn’t give you any time to respond, just shifts his hips a little, sinking himself into your aching cunt. You arch up into him, moaning against his mouth as he stills. The hand clutching at your cheek trails down your neck, thumb flicking against your nipple as it travels to rest on your hip.

“Stop squirming,” He pleads, “Please.. Just stay still a minute.”

He feels so right, nestled inside your pussy. The weight of his body pressed against yours takes you right back to all the nights before, locked away in his Austin apartment in the dead of night, making each other feel good, making promises at the height of your combined pleasure to each other that never materialised. You can feel tears settle in your eyes as he starts moving, pulling himself out of you slowly, pushing back in even slower.

Marcus leans down, kissing the salty tears from your cheeks, shushing you, “Don’t cry baby,” He whispers into your ear, “I’ve got you now.”

Your hands are clutching at his shoulders, nails digging small, half-moon shapes into his skin there. He feels just as incredible moving inside you as he always did, but there’s something settling in your tummy, the feeling that you knew so well with him, that you’ve only really known with yourself since.

“I can feel you baby,” Marcus groans into your ear as the thrusts of his cock get a little faster, a little harder, “Clenching all perfectly around me,” He takes hold of one of your wrists, dragging it between the both of you, resting it right where you need it, “I won’t last baby,” He admits, “Touch yourself and we’ll do it together?”

So you do, you rub tight, precise circles over your clit as Marcus pushes himself up, takes your thighs in his palms, pushing your legs back as far as he can. The change in angle makes you cry out as he really starts fucking you now. The only sounds in the room are the slapping of his skin against yours, your whimpers and his groans. You can feel the tightening coil across your abdomen, breath hitching in your throat, you’re so fucking close to coming undone on him.

“Marcus,” You whine, “I’m gonna-” You trail off as he shifts a little more, pressing your legs further back, cock hitting that unholy sweet spot inside you, “Gonna come.”

“Go on baby,” He encourages, “I’ll be right behind you.”

And that’s how it ends. Eyes shut so tightly you can feel tears pooling at the corners, cunt clenching around his cock as you cry out his name. It’s so familiar, the way it feels, the way he sounds, like no time has passed at all and you’re exactly the same as you’d both been four years ago. He’s pounding into you as your body convulses underneath, thighs shaking and toes curling as his hips start to stutter.

“Where?” He manages to choke out, his tone reminiscent of all those times before when he was holding on, teetering on the edge, wanting to know what you wanted.

“I’m s-safe,” You manage to choke out, head reeling from your own orgasm, “The pill.”

He doesn’t need to hear anymore, finally giving in, knowing you’ve fallen apart for him, he’s groaning your name into the dark, you can feel him spilling into you, claiming you, marking you as his own in a way only the two of you could ever understand. He lets go of your thighs, letting your legs drop back into comfort as he slowly drags himself from you, collapsing onto the bed next to you.

There’s a few moments of silence. Your arm is draped across your face, chest rising and falling as you try to suck in enough air to calm your breathing, Marcus doing the same across the bed. You roll over, putting yourself on your side so you can look at him. He’s led on his back, head turned to look at you in the dull light of the room - the moonlight through the window the only thing illuminating the two of you. He reaches out, traces your face with his hand.

“I can't believe you’re real.” He speaks softly, rolling over to face you, pulling your warm body to his.

“I know we said we’d talk after,” You whisper, hand trailing over his waist to rest across his back, “But can we just stay like this for a while?” It’s a soft plead, you don’t want to be reminded that this was probably a bad idea, you want to hold this man in front of you and forget that in a few short days it’ll all be over, he’ll go back to wherever he is now, and you’ll go back to D.C. lonelier than ever.

“I’ll stay here as long as you’ll let me, honey.”

Marcus, against his better judgement, stays with you all night. You don’t talk. You curl up into his side, settle against his body as he wraps his arms around you. It’s inevitable that he casts his mind back to how things used to be. To the history you share with each other. He still, to this day, hasn’t stopped thinking about you, about what would have been if you’d stayed. Would you be married? Probably, he thinks. He’d thought of it often towards the end, before your promotion. Stopped outside jewellery shops, tried to imagine which kind of ring you’d want – he’d even slipped one of your rings onto his own finger, figuring out where it stopped so he could pick the right size when the time came. Would you have children? He isn’t sure, neither of you had ever spoken about it, you’d never expressed a want to have them, but he’s certain if you’d have asked, he’d have given them to you.

He falls asleep, waking up hours later, darkness still pervading. He turns on his side, spooning his front to your back. You’re half-awake when you press yourself back into him, bring your hand up to clutch at his head as he slips inside you once more, his hand holding your thigh up. He breathes into your ear, whispers filth to you as he rocks his hips against you. When you feel his teeth trail over your shoulder, he chuckles when you tell him off.

“I can’t walk down the aisle with bruises on my shoulders, Marcus.”

It’s soft, and he tips you over the edge, feeling you clench around him as his fingers trace circles over your clit, following just behind you, filling you up once more. He doesn’t pull away from you, just settles your thigh back down, resting himself inside of you as you both fall back to sleep.

Then, he’s awake before your alarm. He wakes you with a kiss to your forehead, tells you to go back to sleep when you protest and try and coax him back to the warmth of your sheets. He has to shower he says, has to help Mike get ready, but he’ll be waiting for you, watching you all day. Marcus smiles, really smiles, when you curl over back onto your side, soft breaths and mumbles as you fall back to sleep, and as he walks to his own room and stands waiting for the shower to warm, there’s a feeling of content that spreads through him – should he have fucked you last night? Probably not. Should he have encouraged you to talk more? Probably yes. He knows he’s got his cards hidden, he’s not letting on that this might not have to just exist here, but he’ll keep that to himself for just a little longer.

“So,” Cassie smirks from her place in the make-up chair, artist flitting around her, pressing all number of products into her face, “You and the groomsman?”

“Shut up,” You mutter to her, trying not to scratch at your face, make-up already settling uncomfortably across your skin, “A momentary lapse of judgement.”

She hums, and then moves her focus back to the make-up artist who is tilting her face to put on some blush, “You don’t have to lie to me, you know,” She says to you as you pass her a mimosa, “I know that was Marcus. The Marcus.”

There’s a moment where you feel like a deer in headlights, like you’ve been caught being up to no good, even though you know that’s not the case. Then you turn slowly to her, eyebrow raised, and see her smirking, much to the chagrin of the make-up artist who urgently wants to get her lipstick on her so she can move onto the final bridesmaid.

“He’s Mike’s friend, they went to school together, see each other quite often these days – apparently he always talks about a girl from Austin, no-one could ever compare, he’s tried moving on, done this, done that, but always came back to thinking about the one who got away,” She stops talking to take a drink, “Which sounded oddly familiar to someone else I know.”

She’s not wrong really – Cassie had been a lifeline when you’d moved to D.C. a work colleague turned best friend, who has been the shoulder to cry on whenever dates had gone badly, or even when they’d been good, but you just couldn’t get Marcus Pike off your brain. She told you, like most good friends would, that it would take time, you’d find someone right for you, someone who would take your mind right off Marcus, but it never happened.

“You did this on purpose!” You accuse, but its friendly, because really, her and her soon-to-be husband have only done what you had always wanted to do yourself, pick up the phone, no matter how long it has been and tell the man you still loved him.

“Of course we did,” She chuckles, “Don’t think about it too much,” She adds, “Just enjoy this today and most of all, behave yourself.”

When Cassie walks down the aisle, it’s not her that Marcus is looking at – it’s you. He hadn’t thought it possible for him to find you more beautiful than he had before, but in your dark green dress, slit cut into the fabric to show off one of your legs as you walk, dress cut perfectly to sit on all the curves of your body that he always did love, he can’t deny you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He spends the entire ceremony making eyes at you, smirking when you meet his gaze. He wants to tell you how lovely you look, lean down and plant a kiss to your lips in front of everyone, but he doesn’t get a chance until cocktail hour, once you’ve had your pictures taken and Cassie has insisted on you finally having a drink and enjoying your day instead of flapping about whether she needs anything from you.

“Has anyone told you how beautiful you look today?” He asks, hand settling on your waist as you lean against the bar waiting for your drink.

“Funnily enough, it’s not me most people have been looking at.” You quip back, taking the margarita from the bartender when it’s handed to you.

“I’ve been looking at you.”

“I know,” You smirk, “Pretty sure I ruined my panties stood at the top of the aisle.”

“Because the ceremony moved you so much?”

“Because I couldn’t stop thinking about your face between my thighs, actually.”

He looks exactly like he always used to when you flirt with him like this. Eyes low and dark, mouth slightly ajar like he can’t quite believe you’ve just been so forward. He’s not thinking straight anymore, and much like he had done last night, he grips around your wrist and starts dragging you from the reception room, this time there are considerably more people so you manage to slip out unnoticed.

Instead of heading up the stairs, taking you to your room or his, he turns left down a hallway, tearing open the door to one of the bathrooms. It’s a single stall, lock clicking behind him. You press your back against the wall, setting your drink down on the sink.

Marcus takes three steps towards you, hand slipping around your waist, pulling you flush against his body, lips so close that you can feel his breath on your skin.

“Do you know how sinful you’ve looked all day?” He asks, “Walking around looking all innocent, but I know you’ve been begging to get fucked all day, haven’t you?” You whine at him in response, trying to chase his mouth as he pulls back, “Don’t think I didn’t see you rubbing your thighs together during the ceremony.”

“It’s only because you wouldn’t stop looking at me.”

His hand finds the skin of your thigh, the slit of your dress making it easy for him to trail up to the hem of your panties.

“If I put my fingers on you,” He breathes, “Will you be wet?”

“Why don’t you find out?” You cock your head to the side, biting your lip as you look at him, his hand pulling your panties to the side, thick fingers slipping between your folds.

“Baby,” He moans, finally taking your bottom lip between his, nipping your skin with his teeth a little before he pulls away, fingers slipping inside you, pulling a groan from your throat, “Soaked for me?”

“Always, Marcus.”

He drags his fingers from you, spins you around, and reaches down to bring your palms up to rest against the wall in front you. He puts his hands on your hips, dragging your ass backwards until you can feel him through his trousers. His hands shuck your dress up to your waist and instead of tearing your panties off, he pushes them to the side. You look over your shoulder at him, as much as you can, and watch as he undoes his belt, pulls the zipper of his trousers down and reaches in, pulling his cock out. His trousers are pushed down just enough to let him free himself, and you don’t think you’ve seen such a beautiful sight in your life, than Marcus Pike with his fist around his cock, running his hand up and down himself as he moves to nudge the head of his cock at your soaked core.

Unlike last night, he isn’t gentle when he pushes into you. He’s buried inside your cunt in seconds, setting a pace that punches the air from your lungs. You know that even though you’re locked in here, away from the party, there’s still every chance someone is going to walk past, try the door handle, and hear exactly what’s going on in here, so you’re trying your best to keep the noise to a minimum.

“Needed you so badly, baby,” Marcus chokes out behind you, hands gripping your hips hard enough that you’re sure you’ll have his fingerprints embedded onto your skin, “Always so pretty for me, aren’t you?”

He’s hitting that sweet spot inside you, over and over again, and you have to bite your lip to keep yourself from crying out. You feel one of his hands trail up your spine through the material of your dress, coming to rest with a grip around the nape of your neck, his fingers itching to slide up into your hair and grip it.

“You can’t,” You plead, “Don’t mess my hair up.”

“I won’t baby.” He pants out from behind you, trailing his hand down just a little so he’s not tempted to take a fistful of it to pull you back, arch you into him even more.

It’s fast and it’s hard, everything Marcus never really used to be. He liked to take his time, spread you out and have you crying for him before he slipped inside you, slowly, watching every contort of pleasure on your face. You think you like this new version of him, the one so desperate to have you he couldn’t make it up the stairs, couldn’t even pull your panties down your legs.

“Marcus,” You moan out, “Please.”

“What’s that, baby?” He asked, mouth right by your ear, “You begging for something?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“What do you want?”

“Make me come?”

You think maybe he might try and tease you some more, but mercifully he takes the hand he’s got resting on your hip and snakes it down your body, letting his fingers find your clit - he had always been good at that. He drags the gathered slick where he can, cock still moving into you, pulling whimpers and moans whenever you feel his skin slap against yours, circles your clit quickly with the pad of his finger. You can feel your walls tightening around him, your thighs starting to shake as he continues doing exactly what he’s doing.

It’s no secret to either of you that making you come always took time. He’d never shamed you for it, always been more than happy to do whatever it took, for as long as it took, to get you there. But the mix of desperation for him, elation that he’s waltzed right back into your life, and the fact he’s fucking you in a public bathroom, have that coil tightening inside you quicker than ever.

“Can feel you getting tight around me baby,” He groans into your ear, “You gonna let go for me?”

You don’t have time to tell him yes. The tight coil snaps inside you, your eyes closed so tightly you’re sure the make-up around your eyes is dragging down your cheeks on tears. You can keep your voice down now as you flutter around his cock, you cry out his name, feeling his hands holding onto your hips to keep you steady as your legs threaten to fall out from underneath you.

You’re only half aware of him speaking into your ear, telling you he’s close. You can feel him start to pull himself out of you, so you reach behind you quickly, fingernails digging into the part of his thigh you can reach to keep him inside you.

“I swear to god if you get cum on my dress Pike, I’ll kill you.”

He lets out a deep, throaty chuckle behind you, slams himself back into you, “You just want an excuse for me to come inside you, don’t you?” He hisses into your ear, teeth nipping at the skin behind your ear, “You just have to ask nicely for it.”

“Please, Marcus, please.”

Never one to deny you, he does, having held out as long as he could, he thrusts once, twice and then he’s moaning your name into your ear. You can feel him spilling inside of you, filling you up, then you can feel him dripping down your thigh when Marcus starts pulling away from you, not quite quick enough to put your panties back on. He tells you to keep still, fumbling behind him for some paper he can use to clean your thighs up.

He speaks to you as he lets the material of your dress fall back down over your legs, “Walking around full of me for the rest of the night.” He coos as you turn around, reaching out to pull his mouth to yours in a chaste kiss.

You stay like that for a moment, both attempting to fix the others clothes. Marcus brings his thumb to his mouth, letting his tongue jut out to wet it, before he drags it under your eye, getting rid of the worst of the black marks he’s caused.

You reach behind him, unlock the door, but take hold of his hand as you push the door open. Thankfully there’s no-one waiting outside to use the bathroom as you drag him back down towards the party.

It’s late. Or early depending on how you look at it. Marcus had dragged you from the dance floor at midnight, walked you slowly up to his room instead of yours. He’d helped you out of your dress, let you shower and wash yourself clean, then, before you could put your robe on and insist on going to sleep, he’d taken your hand, led you to the chair near the balcony doors and he’d made good on his promise of last night to spend hours with his face between your legs.

“I can’t,” You whine, Marcus hand’s pinning your legs open, his tongue flicking against your clit, “It’s too much.”

He pulls off you just enough to speak, “Believe in yourself baby,” He says, sinking two fingers into you, curling them upwards, “I know you can, just one more for me.”

Your whole body feels like its on fire. You’ve lost count of the amount of times he’s made you come tonight. There had been a small reprieve when you’d begged to suck his cock, Marcus obliging, painting your face and your tongue, before he settled right back to his knees. It’s almost as if he thinks if he stops you’ll disappear.

Your fingers are tangled in his hair, battling between tugging his face closer and pulling it away as he sucks your clit into his mouth, the added pressure along with the flicking of his tongue setting your skin on fire even more than before. Your hair is sticking to your forehead and the back of your neck, rivulets of sweat gathering at various points across your body as Marcus tips you over the edge once more.

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream, body feeling boneless as your whole body convulses at his touch. Almost like he knows, he pulls himself away from you gently, knowing that any more would be too much, saving you the need to beg him to stop. He presses soft kisses to the skin of your tummy, kissing up your body until he’s sitting up on his knees, kissing into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on him.

Marcus clambers to his feet, takes hold of your hand and pulls you to your feet, guiding you over to the bed to settle you under the sheets, the air peppering your sweaty skin with goosebumps. It’s a sad realisation that you have to go home tomorrow, that the bubble you’ve caught yourself up in over the past few days is about to burst. You think this might break your heart even more than the first time around.

“What are we going to do?” You ask against the skin of his chest as he pulls you into him.

“What do you mean?” He asks back, kiss pressed lightly to your forehead.

“With us, after this?” Your fingers are tracing over his skin, trying to map the feeling of him before he leaves.

“Well, I thought maybe we could go for dinner sometime?”

You look up at him, face contorted in confusion, “You’re going to come all the way from Austin to take me for dinner?”

“No baby,” He chuckles a little, “I don’t live in Austin anymore, I live in D.C.”

You push yourself up in bed, one hand on the mattress to keep yourself upright, looking down at Marcus, who reaches up to cup your cheek in his hand, thumb rubbing soft lines across your skin, “Since when?”

“Two years?” He offers, “I would have-” He trails off a little, “I would have told you but I wasn’t in a great place when I first moved, had no idea what your life would have even looked like either, I didn’t just want to turn up out of the blue if you’d moved on, found someone else.”

Your hand comes up to clutch at the wrist of the arm cradling your face, “I’ve waited so long for you,” You sigh, “I tried, tried to find someone else, but none of them were ever you Marcus.”

“I tried too,” He admits, because Lord knows he did, and for what? “I promise I’ll tell you everything one day, but right now, I want to fall asleep with you right here.”

You settle back down in bed, curling up against his side, arm draped over his waist, “Where in the city do you live?” You ask, sleep starting to make your eyes heavy.

“I’m on 4th street, in Petworth.”

You can’t help but laugh, because of course he fucking does. Marcus Pike has been living four streets over from you for the past two fucking years.

“You’ve been living four streets over from me for two years, Marcus.”

He runs his hands up and down your spine, gently, soothing you, “Well, that’s convenient, isn’t it?” He asks softly, “I can be at your front door in five minutes.”

“You want to be my booty call, Marcus Pike?”

“If that’s what you want,” He speaks, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

“What are you doing Wednesday night?”

“Nothing, as far as I’m aware.”

“How about you take me on a first date?” You offer, “Let’s learn each other all over again and take things from there?”

Marcus colts your chin up to his face with a finger, leaning down and giving you the softest kiss you think you’ve ever received, “I would love nothing more.”

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Chapter 8: Truths too hard to speak/// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: At the Hewn City, traumatic memories start to bubble, but thankfully Lucien is there to help.

Word Count: 2,7K

Warnings: Mentions of trauma and anxiety attack.

Notes: This is one of my favorite chapters so far...

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Lucien knocked on her door, waiting to escort her to the living room. He heard the rustling of the fabrics on the other side, a loud thud and a string of curses following right after, making him giggle. She opened the door, and the two stood there for at least a minute in silence, looking at each other.

She wore a beautiful sparkly dress, like the stars hung from her body, hair in curls over her shoulder, some eyeliner and red lipstick. Earrings with a deep blue stone matching her eyes, high heels that made her a considerate few inches taller, almost just as tall as him. She pressed her hands over the fabric, her claws in display, it made her feel safer with this new outfit.

“Does it look okay?” She asked and Lucien could see the insecurity in her eyes. Gently grabbing one of her hands, he lifted it to his lips, placing a chaste kiss.

“You look beautiful.” She blushed under his gaze and he let go of her hand, spinning in place. “How do I look? A good match for such a beautiful companion?”

Lucien looked good wearing green, but he looked so mysterious in black. A pair of very tight pants and dark brown leather boots, a sleeveless black tunic with golden details to it. His hair was parted on the side, one cascaded over his shoulder in soft waves and the other side was braided, braids glued to his scalp and following the length of his hair, golden accessories adorned the braids.

“You might want to change, or I'm sure the healers of that place will be busy all night tending to the fainting females.” Lucien laughed, his chest moving with it.

“Then we shall give them a good show.” Y/N nodded and the two headed for the living room together.

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Cassian kept rambling about the same problems in the war camps while Azriel lazily sipped on his wine, the sweet grapery taste making the night a bit more unbearable. Elain was distant, he didn’t have the balls to talk about their relationship with her, and he was still thinking about what the whole ordeal with the dreams and the witch meant.

He took another sip, the liquid going down the wrong pipe as Y/N stepped in the living room with Lucien, she looked like a goddess. Her waist hugged by the dress in a way that left his fingers itching to touch her. Her breasts spilling from it, making his mouth water. She held Lucien in an iron grip, like she was afraid of showing herself to them.

“I knew you would look so hot.” Nesta squealed, running towards her and pulling her in for a hug, Azriel thanked her mentally for pulling the female away from Lucien for him.

“Says you, if Cassian doesn't watch out, I might steal you from him.” She joked, making Nesta blush. Cassian immediately got up, pulling Nesta towards him by the waist, a wing protectively wrapping around her.

“Just over my dead body.” He joked back, gasping as Nesta slapped her way out of the cocoon.

“I would never destroy such a beautiful couple.” She lifted her hands in the air.

“You look really good.” Feyre intervened. “But it’s time to go.” She felt a pair of eyes burning holes on her side, slowly locking eyes with Azriel before Feyre winnowed them away.

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The Hewn City was inside a mountain, making her shiver with the thoughts of Morath, and those dungeons that if it wasn’t for Asterin and Manon managing to reallocate her to the Ferian Gap, she would be still stuck, her corpse underneath the rocks as Kaltain Rompier exploded the place.

Lucien felt her shiver, placing a friendly hand on the small of her back, heat emanated from where he touched her, making her go still and bask in the feeling to calm herself down. She wasn’t down there, Morath didn’t exist anymore, they had won the war and she was safe.

“Are you okay?” He whispered in her ear as he felt her steps faltering.

“Places like this bring memories I don't particularly enjoy.” She took a deep breath. “I’ll be fine.”

“If you feel like it’s too much, just say the words and I'll take you somewhere else.” He reassured her.

“Thank you, Lucien. You’re an amazing friend.” The male smiled at her, and the door opened. Rhysand and Feyre entered first, followed by Nesta and Elain, then Azriel and Cassian, lastly by the two of them.

Faes gathered around in a ballroom, bowing to their leaders. Lucien held her by the side of her waist, as she still shivered, feeling the walls closing on her. Rhysand’s voice commanded them to rise and enjoy the feast. A few of them approached his throne, wanting to talk to him.

Y/N watched with curiosity as a male approached her and Lucien instead, he looked like an older version of the male by her side. Red hair falling to his forehead and an undercut. His eyes danced around the figure of his brother and the unknown female for a while.

“Brother.” He nodded his head, eyes quickly turning to Y/N. “And who’s this beautiful lady?”

“Y/N Blackbeak.” She introduced herself.

“Eris Vanserra, delighted to meet you, my lady.” He bowed his head a little, his tone slow and sensual in a flirting manner. That male reeked of confidence, he knew he was beautiful and took advantage of that to his own gain. A lazy smirk formed on his face.

“Look at them, all over her like a bunch of hungry foxes.” Azriel mumbled angrily and Cassian leaned onto him, patting his shoulder.

“What did you say, brother? Couldn’t hear you over the sound of your jealousy.” Azriel shoved Cassian to the side, prompting the male to laugh. “I know she’s the female of your dreams and shit, but you still have a real female to deal with.” He nodded towards Elain.

She had barely spoken to him, and he hadn’t made any efforts to talk to her either. He looked over at her, her arms crossed over her chest and a frown as she watched the three talk. He turned his gaze back to the female surrounded by the two autumn princes, she had her nails digging the skin of Lucien’s arm and her eyes scanned the crowd uncomfortably.

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“I can try, but I don't promise I'll succeed.” Eris said. Lucien and her had told him a very shortened version of what had happened and who she was, the male had agreed to help find whatever information he could back in the Autumn Court. Under the condition that he and Lucien met more often.

Eris missed his brother everyday, ever since he sneaked Lucien away to Spring. They tried exchanging letters but it was too risky, Beron had almost caught them a couple of times and things wouldn’t end up well if he discovered them. Lucien had immediately agreed to this, he also missed his brother dearly and was willing to do anything to mend their relationship to what it was when they were kids.

“Thank you for risking yourself, i have a debt with you, whatever you need, i’ll be there to help and clear my debt with you.” Y/N nodded, and the male shook her hand in a mutual agreement, he would help her and she would help him in return.

“See you around, brother.” He said, giving a pat on his shoulder and leaving towards the throne Rhysand and Feyre still sat.

“Do you want to dance?” Lucien asked, and Y/N found herself agreeing, why not? Everything to take her mind away from the fact she was trapped underground and the building anxiety.

This was different from the library, maybe it was because of the atmosphere, because of the threatening aura surrounding the people, the harsh gazes and the gossip. But this place looked exactly like Morath and she didn’t like that one bit.

She let Lucien guide the way to the dancefloor, one of his hands placed on the small of her back and the other holding her hand. Music filled the space, making people dance. He spun her around, their feet moving in synchrony. She hated that she knew how to dance because Ruvyn had taught her, but she closed her eyes, reminding herself that this was different.

Lucien kept guiding the dance, his hands held her waist, spinning her in the air, making the fabric of her dress fly around them. People stopped to watch the two of them dancing, the muscles of his arms contracting as he lifted her once more. Lucien looked at her with care and admiration, he was glad he had met her, a true friend.

The dance ended too soon, and Lucien excused himself to go get something for them to drink, leaving her alone on the dance floor. Someone bumped on her, and then she felt cold fingers wrapping themselves around her arm, forcing her to look at the unknown male.

“Come.” He commanded. “Dance with me.”

But the rest of his phrase fell to deaf ear, as her vision got blurry and suddenly she was back to that horrible place, the guard smirking disgustingly at her, his black eyes piercing her in place before he started to drag her towards the lower levels of Morath, to where those witches never got away from.

She heard the screams and saw the witches laying with their big bellies, forced to breed demons. It was going to happen to her, being locked there forced to conceive their babies for them. But then Manon came, flanked by Asterin and Sorrel, telling the guard that Y/N was being solicited by Duke Perrington to go to the Ferian Gap and prepare the witches there.

The male had quickly shut the door so the three wouldn’t see what was inside, and she was too stunned, too afraid to even say anything. He had shoved her against Manon, who quickly handed her back to Asterin. They stayed with her until she and her alliance were mounted on their wyverns and heading back to Ferian.

Y/N pushed the male, his hands burning her skin, she turned back on her heels, feeling her eyes heavy with tears, bumping against Lucien on the way to anywhere.

“Please, take me out of here.” She had begged, clinging to his tunic with both hands. The male nodded, grabbing her hands and pulling her with him towards one of the empty offices nearby.

Elain saw them leaving, their hands intertwined as Lucien urged them outside. She hadn't even registered that she was moving, but in quick steps she was close to him, her hands clutching his biceps harshly. He stopped, whipping his head towards her.

“Don’t leave with her.” Elain asked and Lucien’s face changed to a serious one.

“Not now, Elain.” He said, removing her hand and getting out of the door.

It stung, crushing her heart, tears welled in her eyes as she watched her mate leave with another female to do Mother knows what. Azriel was by her side in a second, pulling her closer to him, but he was not the one she wanted, so with tear filled eyes, she turned to him.

“We need to talk.” Azriel just nodded, escorting her out of the ballroom.

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Lucien kneeled in front of her, holding her face in between his hands, his thumbs wiping her tears as he guided her into breathing normally again. He had seen the male grabbing her, ready to tell him off when she bumped into him. The first empty office was where he had shoved her, locking the door behind him.

She was hyperventilating when he turned to her, squatting on the floor, hugging her own frame and shaking like a leaf in the wind. She had begged him to not let her end up like the others before she started to cry. He sat on the floor, pulling her against his chest, while she sobbed. He had no idea how long they sat there, in silence.

“The Matron always hated the bond I had with Asterin.” Her hoarse voice sounded, Lucien kept quiet. “It wasn’t something she had planned, neither something she could control, and she hated not being in control.” She pushed away from him, sitting in front of him with her knees pressed to her chest.

“She tried for years to destroy it and never could. I carry the marks of her attempts and Asterin did too. When we went to Morath, she chose me as one of their incubators. The witches that were chosen never saw the daylight again. They bred them somehow, and the same was about to happen with me if it wasn’t for Manon and Asterin going to Duke Perrington himself and telling him I would be of better use somewhere else.”

“I hate places like this cuz they remind me of what was about to happen to me, the sight of those witches, laying there. It’s something I'll never be able to forget, as hard as I try to…” Lucien couldn’t imagine the absolute terror of knowing your body would be used to carry babies until you finally died.

“I have no words to tell you how sorry I am that this happened to you.” He started. “I can’t imagine being put in that position, but you are safe now, nothing like this will ever happen to you again, you have my word.” Lucien promised, holding her hand in his. She looked at him, closing her eyes for a moment.

“You have my eternal gratitude for everything you’ve done for me in these past few days.” Lucien could live happily with that.

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“What is wrong?” Azriel had sat on one of the plush chairs of the empty office while Elain paced around in the room, the motion making Azriel dizzy.

“I don’t even know how to tell you this…” She began and deep in his heart he knew what was coming and despite expecting this sooner or later, it wasn’t less painful.

“You love him, don’t you?” He asked and she stopped on her tracks, her sweet brown eyes carrying a storm of despair in them.

“I don’t know.” She breathed.

“Please, don’t lie.” He rubbed his temples and Elain swallowed past the lump on her throat.

“I do.” He closed his eyes, letting the words sink in his heart, and it hurt, not as much as he thought hearing them would, but it hurt still. “Seeing him with her, and what she told me… I can’t keep lying to you neither to myself.”

“What did she tell you?” He asked and Elain sat in front of him.

“Either I claim him as is my right as his mate, or I let him go. I have pondered her words everyday since that day and she is right, but the thing is…” She took another deep breath. “I can’t let him go, I don't want to let him go. I refused him because I thought he would just be another thing forced down my throat, but he respected my boundaries, never tried to force anything I wasn't comfortable with, he even went away to the other side of the world to give me space and…” She stopped once more, tears falling down her eyes. “And I love him and I want to get to know him, open up my heart to him and accept him as my mate.”

Azriel was quiet, absorbing her words with care. He felt happy she felt comfortable enough to share them with him, he loved her like a friend, he knew that now, and all he could ask for was her happiness, whoever she chose.

“Thank you for being honest, thank you for loving me.” She got up, wrapping her hands around his neck and bringing him in for a hug.

“Thank you for helping me heal and showing me that I own my destiny and my life.” He smiled sadly at her.

“Are we still going to be friends?” He asked and she nodded.

“Of course, I would hate not having you in my life.” He hummed in agreement. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” Elain cleared her throat.

“Do you have feelings for her? I see how you look at her, it’s different. It’s yearning for something.”

“Honestly?” Elain nodded her head. “I have no idea.” And he was sincere in every word.

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Hello!! I went back

I would like to ask Rhysand something, I imagine something where maybe in the store where the reader works some people don't like the reader and make fun of her, and the reader always stays quiet about it, not fighting back, and maybe her bond with Rhys is recent and they are still getting to know each other, so no one respects the reader and Rhys doesn't know anything, but after a while, maybe one day when Rhys goes to visit the reader in the store where she works, Rhys sees people making fun of his partner and gets angry and defends her?

High Lady.

Rhysand x f!Reader

Warnings; swearing, scary Rhys.

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Hiii welcome back in my requests I'm so happy to see you again! I had so much fun writing this! Hope you enjoy it!

“Hey Colin have you heard what Y/n says?” Ivy your coworker shouted.

“What?” Colin quirked a brow, amusement flashing in his eyes.

“She told one of her friends that came here earlier that she went on a date with the High Lord” Ivy burst into laughter with Colin following suit.

“Is that true y/n? Did you dream about being Lady Night yesterday?” He exclaimed making your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“I wonder what our High Lord would say if he heard the rumors this peasant spreads around. I mean have you seen him? He would never waste his time with someone like her.” Ivy looked at you with an arrogant expression.

You lowered your gaze to the ground and gritted your teeth trying to hold back the tears. “Aww you’re making her cry” Colin cooed with a smirk.

“She deserves this for disrespecting our High Lord.” She scoffed and turned her attention to the customer that walked in.

That was your daily life ever since you started working in the jewellery store. The first day on the job you managed to sell the most expensive necklace of the store and the owner immediately became quite fond of you. Your coworkers though feared that you would get a promotion and decided to make your life a nightmare in hopes you would quit. It hurt you deeply, but you decided that the job was more important, so you didn’t give up, you just tried to ignore their comments.

You focused on the costumers and once again you sold more jewels than everyone else.

Great, tomorrow they will treat me even worse. You mentally groaned.

“Bye” you mumbled as you grabbed your bag and left the store.

“Look at her, she is in such a hurry. Is the High Lord waiting for you?” Colin howled.

You shook your head and quickly walked away. You wanted to scream “Yes he is” but you knew they wouldn’t believe you. Usually, they liked to mock you for your looks and intelligence but now they found the perfect topic. You cursed your self for talking loudly with your friend, you didn’t mind when they made fun of you but making fun of your relationship? It hurt you deeply. You only met Rhysand two months ago and the insecurities of not being enough for him were still on the surface, so their mockery cut you like a knife.

With a sigh you unlocked the door of your apartment and walked in. You hanged your coat in the closet and hurried to the kitchen to cook dinner.

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A knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts and you smiled. You quickly took off the apron and checked your self on the small mirror next to the door before opening.

“Hey beautiful” Rhysand’s deep voice filled the silence. He gave his signature feline smile and offered you a bouquet of roses.

“Hi” you chirped and stood on your tiptoes to give him a soft kiss. “It smells so good.” He murmured into the kiss, and you giggled.

“I’m kissing you and you’re thinking about the food?” you feigned a hurt expression. “I have to stop spending so much time with Cassian.” He chuckled and let you guide him inside.

After dinner you sat in front of the fireplace with two glasses of wine, talking about your days and stealing kisses from each other.

“I feel like something is wrong” Rhys said softly.

“What do you mean?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Like something is bothering you… you usually smile more” he explained.

“Oh I’m okay just tired.” You avoided his gaze.

He stared at your face for a few seconds and sighed “you know you can tell me everything, right?”

“Yes my love. I’m okay.” You smiled.

You spent the night in his arms, sleeping peacefully as his warmth made you feel safe.

Morning came and you slowly got up without waking him up. You got ready for work and left a note on the counter before leaving.

Off to work, I left a key so you can lock the door.

Have a nice day ♡

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The moment you stepped into the store Colin raised a brow and smiled mischievously. “How’s the high lord?”

You rolled your eyes and placed your stuff in your drawer.

“Oh come on, we care about our High Lord… is he okay?”  he continued.

You had hoped that he wouldn’t make fun of you today that Ivy isn’t working.

The day went by painfully slow, your hands shook by the constant mocking and even some customers looked at you with pity. Colin was telling everyone that you are so desperate for attention that you started rumors about dating the High Lord.

The sun was setting, and you started cleaning the counters and preparing for closing when Ivy walked in.

“Oh hello Lady Night” she chirped and exchanged looks with Colin.

“Hi” you replied and continued counting the money you made.

“So, are you really dating the High Lord or he’s just wetting his dick?” She howled.

“Is this the way to speak to your future High Lady?” a growl sounded from behind you.

“Rhys?” you gasped and turned around. Your mate was standing in front of the door looking more intimidating than ever. His night-kissed power shook the floor making some of the jewels clink against each other.

“My Lord…” Ivy gaped “I’m so sorry I- I didn’t know.”

“Who do you think you are to treat my mate like that.” He snarled, his voice was different, more intimidating, more terrifying and it made your knees tremble. You quickly understood that this voice was filled with authority. This voice didn’t belong to your mate but to the High Lord of the Night Court. The most powerful High Lord in Prythian. Thus, your colleagues fell on their knees, bowing their heads and shaking in fear.

“You’re both done here. If I ever see you again near my mate I will fucking end you. I will turn your brains into mist.” He smirked as both got up and sprinted out, nodding their heads repeatedly.

“Rhys, what is my boss going to say? He will fire me.” You spoke.

“He wouldn’t dare.” He replied and moved closer wrapping his arms around your waist. “And even if he did, you wouldn't have time for this job anyway. You will have a court to rule my High Lady.”

Your eyes watered and you pressed your forehead on his chest.

“Thank you for defending me.” You whispered.

“Anything for you my mate. I love you.” He said softly and you gasped, you had never said it until now.

 “I love you” you replied.

He cupped your jaw and lifted your face so you could stare into his eyes.

“My High Lady.” He whispered and captured your lips with his own.

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Naughty or Nice

Summary: It’s holiday season and your best friend is hosting a christmas sleepover! Oh, and her older brother will be there too ;).

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!! oral (f!Recieving), f!ngering, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, choking, overstimulation, mentions of alcohol.

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Walking up the driveway to your best friends house, you were careful not to slip as your feet made contact with the icy pavement. A feeling of nostalgia overwhelmed you as you walked up the steps to the front porch, decorated in an array of colorful christmas lights.

Christmas music and conversation filled your ears as you knocked on the door. It only took a few seconds, but you knew Ronnie was coming by the sound of her bare feet hitting the ground. The door swung open and you were immediately engulfed in a big Ronnie bear hug.

“Y/n!” “Ronnie!”

Ronnie had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, and these sleepovers were something you did together annually. After moving away for college, you rarely spoke to Ronnie, so to say you were excited would be an understatement.

“It has been way too long, I was starting to think you forgot about me.”

She crossed her arms and gave you a sassy look. You couldnt help but laugh, always having adored her spunky personality.

“I’d never dream of it.”

You pulled her into another hug, unable to contain the excitement you were feeling, finally being reunited with your other half.

“Mhm, come on, the others are waiting.”

She grabbed you by your wrist and lead you inside. It looked and smelled exactly how you remembered it, and it warmed your heart.

Making your way to the kitchen, you were able to see a group of your old high school friends sitting around a table, entranced in their own little conversation.

“Guys, look who’s here!”

Ronnie announced. You exchanged a series of “hello’s”, “so good to see you’s”, and so on, before taking your respective seat next to Ronnie.

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Hours felt like minutes as you reminiced on your high school days with the girls. Angela, a friend of yours you’d known since 6th grade, was currently on the topic of her obsession with Jake.

Jake was one of Ronnie’s older brother’s and was totally gorgeous. You’d never admit it, but you’d secretly also had a crush on Jake during your adolecent years. How could you not? He was a rockstar babe, gorgeous brown hair and a smile that would make you melt on the spot.

Unfortunately for Angela and yourself, Jake always had a girlfriend. Not that you’d had a chance with him anyways. There was always this unspoken rule between Ronnie and her brother’s that each other’s friends were off limits, so you were forced to admire from the side.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Ronnie’s gagging and wretching.

“If I have to hear one more thing about my brother I will throw up on all of you.”

You all laughed as she rolled her eyes and sipped at her empty budweiser.

“Y/n would you be a doll and get me another drink please?”

She bat her eyelashes at you and pouted.

“Why me?” You retaliated, crossing your arms.

“Because you love me, and this is basically your second home so it makes more sense for you to do it.”

You pretended to ponder, already set on doing it for her. You finally agreed, earning a slobbery wet kiss to the cheek.

“Thank you! Love you! You’re the best!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You rolled your eyes at her playfully as you got up out of your seat and made your way to the garage, where the alcohol was stored.

Approaching the garage door, you could hear the soft melody of a guitar playing from the inside and you stopped dead in your tracks. ‘I didn’t know he was here.’ You thought to yourself.

You stood outside the door like a deer in the headlights. You considered turning around and telling Ronnie they were all out of beer, and you almost did until the sound of a raspy laugh interrupted your contemplating.

“Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna come in?”

You wanted nothing more than to disappear. You’d been caught. Awkwardly opening the door, you made eye contact with him. Jake Kiszka. The Jake Kiszka you were just daydreaming about a few minutes prior.

“Hi Jake, uh sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

You mentally cringed at yourself for feeling like a teenage girl all over again, but he was gorgeous. Even more so than before. He’d grown his hair out, so it reached his collarbones, and the shirt he was wearing left a good portion of his chest exposed. He looked older, he looked good, and you were practically drooling at the sight of him.

“Ronnie didn’t tell me you were coming.”

He wasn’t looking at you, but you knew he was talking to you because there was no one else in the room.

“Hm thats weird.” You responded as you made your way to the fridge.

You didn’t know how to act around him, and it was apparent in the way that your hands trembled while holding the fridge door open. He was staring at you, you could feel him.

You found the pack of budweisers resting on the bottom shelf and you bent down to retrieve them, arching your back ever so slightly. You stood up slowly and turned back around to face him, a smug look plastered on his face.

The way his eyes scanned every inch of your body sent shivers down your spine. He’d never looked at you like that before and you didn’t know how to proceed. You felt the need to say something, anything.

“So uh, how are things with Hannah?”

Stupid question. You wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. He watched you with a look you’d never seen before, and opened his mouth to speak.

“We broke up.”

The bluntness of his voice was like a strong gust of wind. You felt like a mouse in a snake cage with the way he was looking at you.

“I’m sorry”

You genuinely were. As much as you envied the girl, and spent hours on end daydreaming about being in her position, Jake seemed to really love her, and you could imagine the split having some sort of affect on him.

“I’m not, she was a bitch”

He shrugged and placed his guitar next to him on the couch. He stood up and began to approach you. You could practically see your heart beating out of your chest as he got closer. He made eye contact with you as he began to reach behind you to open the door.

“After you.”

He motioned for you to exit and you did, him following close behind. You made your way back to the house and he followed you, the only thing breaking the silence was the sound of feet hitting the snow that rested on the ground.

The door to get back into the house was a glass sliding door that liked to get stuck sometimes. Praying that this time would be different, you slipped your fingers into the handle and gently tugged. Your prayers went unanswered and the door didnt budge. You continued to tug in hopes of it giving in but it just wouldnt.

“Here let me help-“

Jake placed one of his calloused hands over yours and the other on the glass. You were boxed into him and your breath got caught in your throat. You tried not to think about how close he was as you continued to pull at the door, but the feeling of his breath on the back of your neck made it difficult.

He had to press up against you to get the door open, and you made your way inside with flushed cheeks and a burning sensation between your thighs. Walking back to the kitchen, you tried your best to compose yourself as the group of girls looked at you.

“Took you long enough” Ronnie complained as she took the pack of beers from your hands. She gave you a weird look as Jake entered from behind you. You averted your gaze, careful not to look at either Kiszka while the other girls giggled and whispered amongst themselves.

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You hadn’t seen Jake for the remainder of the night, and you honestly didnt want to. That didn’t stop you from thinking about the interaction you’d had with him though.

Laying on the floor of Ronnie’s bedroom, you found yourself unable to sleep. The room was filled with the sound of soft snores and shuffling around, but that wasn’t what was keeping you up.

Giving up on trying to sleep, you quietly got up from where you were laying and went to the kitchen, hoping a drink of water could calm your racing mind.

As you faced the sink, allowing yourself to ease into the feeling of the cool water rushing down your throat, you caught something in the corner of your eye. You turned to see Jake rummaging through the fridge for something and you jumped, sending yourself into a choking mess.

He watched and laughed at you as you tried to recollect yourself and you flipped him off in the process.

“Jesus Jake you scared the shit out of me”

You managed to get out in between coughs. He mumbled a quick apology, still smirking at you as he pulled a slice of cold pizza out from the fridge. He leaned against the counter next to the fridge, wearing nothing but sweatpants that hung low on his waist.

“What’re you doing up?” He questioned, taking a bite of his cold pizza.

“Couldn’t sleep, you?” You lifted yourself onto the counter opposite of him. Little did he know he was the reason sleep refused to come to you.

“Couldn’t sleep either.” He shrugged, chewing the last of his food before swallowing. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He laughed, and you realized you’d been caught yet again. You laughed too, you mustve looked so ridiculous fawning over him like that.

“You’re cute, you know that?”

You started blushing profusedly. The boy you’ve wanted since you were a little girl just called you cute. You were internally screaming.

“I must be if it’s coming from you.”

You weren’t sure where your sudden confidence came from, but the near incoherent hum that escaped his lips let you know that he liked it. He approached you, placing his hands on either side of the counter where you were sitting.

You made eye contact with him, and he held it, a smirk threatening to form on his lips. He let his eyes flicker to yours, but only for a moment before looking back up. You couldn’t tell if you were dreaming, but if you were, you never wanted to wake up.

You don’t know who made the first move but before you knew it his lips were on yours. The kiss started slow and hesitant. This was new territory for the both of you and it was dangerous. You let your arms rest on his bare shoulders while his wrapped around your waist.

You deepened the kiss, parting your lips for him to enter. He wasted no time in exploring your mouth with his tongue, grunting into the kiss. He slid his hands up and down your thighs a few times before taking hold of your hips and pulling you into him.

Your bodies were flush against each other and you could feel his growing erection against your clothed core. You wrapped your legs around him, wanting to feel more of him, and he practically moaned. He pulled away from you, and struggled to catch his breath before he spoke.

“Fuck y/n, you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that”

His confession made you smile and you pressed your forehead against his, running your hands through his hair. He pecked your lips roughly before moving down to your jaw, and then your neck, making you moan softly.

“I need you Jakey.”

He moaned into your neck. It was as if he’d never heard anything so beautiful before. He swooped you up off of the counter and carried you up the stairs to his bedroom.

He quietly shut the door with his foot before placing you down gently onto his bed, climbing on top of you and caging you in between his arms, returning to his spot on your neck.

You were growing needier by the minute, and he was taking too long. You arched your back into him and moaned out of frustration.

“Needy are we?” He teased, as he placed wet kisses down your neck.

He toyed with the hem of your shirt and began to lift it before looking up at you, silently asking for permission. You nodded slightly, and he wasted no more time in yanking your shirt off and tossing it somewhere behind him.

He paused when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra, and if he’d allowed himself to stay frozen like that for one more second, you wouldve grown self concious. He didn’t though and instead dove down to explore the newly exposed skin.

He started lapping at your left nipple while using his calloused fingers to pinch and rub at the right one. As good as it felt, you needed him, and you couldnt wait much longer.

“Jakey please.” The desperation in your voice was pathetic, and under any other circumstance you’d be embarrassed. Tonight you didnt care though, you wanted him, and you wanted him badly.

“Tell me what you want baby, what do you want me to do?”

You could listen to him call you ‘baby’ forever. You whined as he continued to leave open mouthed kisses down your body, stopping at the waistband of your shorts.

“I- fuck Jake, just touch me, please.” You choked on your words. You were about to cry and he was starting to feel bad for you.

He pulled your shorts down to your ankles along with your underwear and groaned at the sight of your soaked pussy.

“Fuck y/n, you’re dripping.” He was in awe at the sight of you. Fully naked and soaked, sprawled out over his bed, eagerly waiting for him.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good baby. Gonna make you cum so hard you’ll forget your own name. You want that pretty girl?”

He began rubbing small circles over your clit and you cried out, finally getting some sort of friction.

“Answer me y/n. Is that what you want?” His motions started to slow and you began to panic, gripping his wrist to keep him there.

“Yes, Yes! Fuck yes Jake I want that, just please dont stop.”

He hummed, satisfied with your answer. He began running his middle and ring finger through your folds, collecting some of your wetness before sliding them into your entrance.

He pumped them in and out of you, gradually picking up the pace with every thrust as he placed gentle kisses over your swollen clit. You moaned softly trying your hardest not to wake your friends, who were completely unaware of what was going on.

He began sucking and licking at your clit while he quickly pumped his fingers in and out of you. It became harder and harder to control your moans as he quickened his pace. It didnt take long for a familiar knot to form in the pit of your stomach.

“Jake i-“

“I know baby, I know. Be a good girl and stay quiet for me yeah?” He cut you off before you could finish, and started pumping his fingers into you even faster than before. You had to cover your mouth with your hand to silence the ungodly sounds that were escaping you.

Your legs began to shake and you threw your head back as the long awaited orgasm washed over you. You expected him to slow down, or stop, but he didnt. He maintained his same pace and lapped at your clit more aggressively than he was before.

You started to squirm under him, and couldn’t hold back the loud moan that escaped you as he sent you immediately into your second orgasm.

He lifted his face up to look at you, his chin glisening in your release. He had a cocky smirk plastered across his face as he licked his lips.

“Sorry baby couldn’t help myself. You just taste so sweet, taste yourself.”

He removed his fingers from your throbbing pussy and placed them into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his fingers, humming as the taste of your release hit your tastebuds.

He let out a shaky breath and chuckled. “Naughty girl, enjoying the taste of her own release.” He pulled his fingers from your mouth and put them into his own, sucking the mixture of your release and your saliva off of his fingers.

He kissed you roughly, his erection rubbing against the side of your thigh. You reached down and began to palm him through his sweats, causing him to moan into the kiss.

He was painfully hard and you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you. You tugged at the waistband of his pants, signaling you wanted them off. He slid them down to his ankles, cock springing free and resting against his lower stomach. It was thick, tip swollen and leaking pre-cum.

He pumped himself a few times, then aligned himself with your entrance, running himself through your folds a few times.

“Are you sure you want this?”

You thought it was cute that he constantly asked for consent, even after he’d already been in you. You nodded, but it wasn’t enough.

“Words baby girl.”

‘Fuck, could he get any hotter?’ You thought to yourself.

“Yes Jakey, please”

That was all he needed to hear, and he began pushing himself into you. It stung a little, and you winced. He haulted immediately and searched your eyes for any indication that you wanted to stop, but there was none.

Once he was all the way in, he slowly thrusted in and out of you, allowing you to adjust to him before picking up the pace. You moaned silently, never taking your eyes off of him. Strands of hair were stuck to his forehead and he was flushed a bright red.

He pounded into you suddenly and roughly, causing you to let out a high pitched yelp. His hand immediately flew to cover your mouth, eyes wide and body stiff.

“I thought I told you to be quiet.” He was pissed, you were in for it now. He removed his hand from your mouth and wrapped it tightly around your throat. He started pounding into you rough and fast, using his free hand to rub vicious circles around your clit.

The sensation was too much, and if it werent for his hand wrapped around your throat youd’ve woken everyone in the house. You started to cry from overstimulation and you were becoming lightheaded due to the restriction of air.

“Aw is it too much for you? Shouldve thought of that before you tried to get us caught you little slut.”

His change in demeanor was unexpected to you. You’d never seen Jake so mean before, and you certainly didnt expect to like it as much as you did.

Your third orgasm came crashing into you like a wave from the north sea. Your vision went blurry and your brain forgot how to function, you’ve never came so hard in your life. You squeezed around him hard and his rhythm began to faulter, signaling his own approach.

“Fuck y/n, i’m close. Where do you want it?”

He was panting heavily, face scrunched and fully concentrated.

“Inside.” Was all you managed to get out, still coming down from your high.

Within seconds he was filling you up with his warm release, collapsing on top of you. You both were panting heavily, sweaty and high on sex. You ran your hands through his messy hair as he caressed your side.

It hit you then, you just fucked your best friends brother. Your childhood crush that you could’ve sworn you had no chance with, was laying on top of you with his cock still burried inbetween your legs.

Wet kisses on your collarbone pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked down at him. He was already staring up at you with a smirk on his face.

“What’re you thinking about?” He looked into your eyes, genuinely curious.

“You.” You brushed a strand of hair away from his face and he kissed your hand.

“What about me?”

The look in his eyes gave you the sense that he knew, but you decided to humor him anyways.

“Just that i’ve spent a good portion of my life convincing myself I’d never have a chance with you, but here you are.”

“Here I am, and i’m not going anywhere.” He smiled and kissed you, a silent reciprocation of feelings.

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The ray of sun shining across your face pulled you out of your sleep. You were still in Jake’s arms, and you looked up to see the peaceful boy still asleep. You’d gone another round after your confession, though it was much gentler the second time. To say you were sore was an understatement as you slipped out of his bed and gathered your clothes off of the floor.

You struggled but managed to get your clothes on and snuck out of his room. Tiptoeing your way down the stairs, you quietly opened the door to Ronnie’s bedroom.

You slipped into the covers of the bed you were supposed to stay the night in and let out a relieved sigh, no one knew a thing.

You heard the sound of shuffling coming from Ronnie’s bed and you shut your eyes, pretending to be asleep. The movement continued for only a moment and then it stopped. Pure silence took over the room.

“Whore.”

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A/N: Hey guys! This was my first fanfic ever, so i’m sorry if it sucks. I actually had so much fun writing this even though it’s my first smut so it’s probably bad. I love feedback so feel free to tell me anything I can change or do in the future :)) xoxo

[sanjoongie]

Morning Glory

🏖My submission for the Written in the Sand Event held by @cultofdionysusnet

🏖Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader (f) 🏖Genre/au/trope: Smut, vacation au, s2l/one night stand 🏖Word Count: 2,146 🏖Summary: you're bored to tears during a destination wedding so you download the glory hole app and see if you can't find a good time 🏖Rating: 18+ MDNI 🏖Warnings: glory hole, dirty talk, sex with a barrier, auralism, verbal instructions, oral (m), fingering (f) 🏖Dedication: @anyamaris you got caught in the crossfire that is my brain. Thank you for yeo’s username 🤣 @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii for beta reading like speed demons

You were b-o-r-e-d bored. This destination wedding was starting to become a drag. At first, you had been excited to hop on a plane and go somewhere hot with sand. And now, after several hours between lounging at the pool and reading, you had quickly become antsy with nothing to truly do a day before the wedding.

You texted a friend and they immediately replied with a solution: The Glory Hole app. You scoffed at the horrible name but it was quite literally that. You signed up with the username VxctionFxk and left it at that. You had to fill in some personal information, that would remain confidential but it worked like this: you would be matched with someone in your area, you would have twenty-four hours to "connect" aka flirt with your match, then you would arrive at the designated location for the "appointment" and then your messages, and ability to contact each other, were deleted.

You entered your height with a nose scrunch in distaste but realized they probably needed it to set up the glory hole. Once everything was complete, you matched almost immediately. Interesting, considering you were in a gated vacation spot but you didn't argue when you saw who you were matched with.

His profile picture, faceless as per the app rules, showed some very muscled arms. Did that mean he was a gym rat? You glanced at his username YourProteinShake and that confirmed that. You shook your head. That didn’t really matter considering the point of the app but it did make you wonder…did working out so much make veins in his dick more visible too? Perhaps you’d get unhinged enough to text him that.

YourProteinShake: hello ^^

Okay, he was already kinda cute, maybe this wouldn't be that bad after all.

You flirted, he flirted back. You sent suggestive photos, he sent you half his face. If anything, you were the pushy one. You wanted to know everything! Was he expecting pussy or mouth? Was he usually rough with his partners? What about pet names during sex? To his credit, Shake, as you started to fondly call him in your head, kept up with all your questions.

VxctionFxk: you're such a sweetheart, can I call you Honey? YourProteinShake: ^^ I'd love that VxctionFxk: I'm starting to regret this is anonymous YourProteinShake: why? ^^"" VxctionFxk: kinda wanna see your full face and feel your hands on my body YourProteinShake: these hands?

Honey sent you a photo of his hands and you groaned out loud, letting your phone fall to your chest. Suddenly this app was torture. You checked your phone and it was roughly an hour or two before your glory hole appointment.

You got a separate message from the app, informing you of the location of your appointment. The photo of a shower house where guests go to get the sea water and sand off of them was perfect. It was early morning, and most guests would still be sleeping off their alcohol induced sleep from the night before. It was perfect.

VxctionFxk: See you soon? YourProteinShake: don’t flake on me now ^^’’ VxctionFxk: Wouldn’t dream of it <3

You don’t bother to get dressed, you’re about to have sex with a stranger through an anonymous hole, why dress up? So you remained in your bathing suit and cover up. You paced once you were on your side of the wall, eyeing the hole. It seemed gratuitous. Did that speak about Honey’s size?

“Bee?” A deep, rich, LOVELY voice came from the other side of the wall. Was that your date?! His voice almost made your knees buckle. You should have requested for a voice note from him to prepare you for this. If that had been allowed, of course. The app was very anonymous.

“Hon?” You replied back tentatively.

In hindsight, the new nicknames were actually smart, because then you could be sure you were fucking the guy you had been talking to. “It’s me,” Honey replied back.

Goosebumps appeared all over your body and you rubbed your hands up and down your arms to calm yourself. You weren’t scared, you were getting turned on. Mental flashes of half of Honey’s face and his hands tightened your nipples. You wanted this so badly.

“I’m gonna… get ready, Honey,” You informed him, voice slightly higher because of the nerves.

“We… are you sure you wanna do this?” Honey replied, sounding unsure himself.

“Are you sure?” You shot back, worried he didn’t want this now either. “I said I wouldn’t dream of flaking on you. I’m firm.”

“I bet you are,” Honey replied off-handedly.

You bit down on your lip. “You saw my ass. Pretty firm, I’d say,” You giggled.

Honey moaned on the other side. “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m sorry you can’t touch it while we…” You paused, unsure of your next word, “...fuck?”

“Gonna fuck your hole so good, Bee,” Honey said without fail and it sent another wave of goosebumps over your skin.

It was the first time Honey had been truly vulgar and you loved it. The sound of his voice only enhanced it. You fumbled with your bottoms, moving them out of the way and you began to touch yourself. “Wish it was you playing with my clitty right now, Hon.”

“Wait, are you touching yourself?” Honey sounded strained, “Tell me.”

“I didn’t even need to suck on my fingers, I’m already wet,” You revealed, “The sound of your voice is driving me up this wall.”

“Yeah? Like the sound of my voice?” Honey purred.

“Are you touching yourself?” You wondered.

“Playing with my head through my shorts,” Honey admitted, “I’m wet too.”

“Fuck,” You groaned and pushed a finger in you. “You said I should scissor myself, right? Stretch myself out for you?”

“Can we…?” Honey paused to swallow, “Think you could suck on my dick while you fuck yourself with your fingers?”

“Sounds like my type of foreplay,” You flirted back.

You crouched in front of the glory hole and resisted the urge to peak. “I’m here, Hon.”

Before too long, Honey’s dick pushed through the hole and you gasped. “Too big?” Honey asked and you groaned in response. Confirmed: the veins in his dick stood out wonderfully.

“You’re so fucking thick, Honey, jesus, no wonder I gotta--” You moaned as you worked your fingers in and out of you, “Shit, two isn’t gonna do it, I’m gonna need-hnnnnnnn-three fingers.”

“Lick my tip,” Honey requested.

You began to kitten lick his slit while you were busy with scissoring yourself and preparing for a third finger. Honey cursed lightly under his breath and encouraged you to do exactly this. You wanted the both of you to enjoy this so when you took him finally in your mouth, you introduced your third finger. The both of you made noises of pleasure at the same time and it almost made you laugh.

After only a few minutes, with the lewd noises of you sucking off Honey and fingering yourself at the same time echoing in the shower house, Honey withdrew from the hole and you protested. “Wait--!”

Honey let out a shuddering gasp from his side of the wall. “No, I need to be inside of you, Bee. Please.”

Always so polite, your Honey was. Wait…your Honey? Claiming him already?

You stood up and bent over, genuinely surprised the hole was the perfect height for Honey to just… “Condom?” You wondered.

“Oh, yeah, shit.” Honey fumbled and then you heard the noise of a condom coming out from the package. “If we ever get matched again…”

You felt a little melancholy, actually. You had been so fucking bored during this trip but chatting with Honey had really perked you up. Not only was he not a dick but he was a gentleman but a dirty one at that! What were the chances…? You shook your head. You could not go down this route. This was a one time thing.

But you couldn't let Honey down right now. “If we ever get matched again, I’ll show you the neat trick where I put your condom on with my mouth only.”

It was silent for a moment, like Honey needed some time to absorb your words and then he said 'please' in a desperate tone.

Soon your gentleman, and fellow glory-holer, was pushing that thick dick inside of your waiting hole. Even with your three finger prep, it was still a stretch, but a pleasant one that had you wishing you had something to brace against. The best you could do was push back against the wall and hope Honey kept on pushing, despite your resistance.

“Shit, you’re so wet and soft. Bee!” Honey’s tone took on a whine. You were dying for his hands on you now. You could only imagine how tight his fingers would be on your hips.

“It’s all for you, Honey, all for you,” You said wistfully.

“This tiny, tight hole is all for me,” Honey repeated, “My sweet Bee.”

This fucker was about to romance you when this was all about strangers fucking without seeing each other. As it turned out, you two were definitely on the wrong app. “I’m ready, Hon, you can start fucking me.”

Honey began to move in and out of you and you groaned as his dick dragged against your walls. “Oh god, you’re clenching. Is it good, Bee? Is my dick good to you?”

“So good,” You gasped. “You’re so thick. I still can’t decide if you’re better in my pussy or my mouth, fucking hell, Honey.”

“Oh don’t even start with me,” Honey groaned. “I want everything and more now that I've gotten a taste of both. I wanna come all over your ass and tits. I wanna fuck all your holes and then some. Your cunt is--” Honey halted his words suddenly. Had his brain caught up to his dick now? “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t--”

You panted, Honey’s thrusts becoming shallow and less frequent, making you whine. “It’s okay, Hon. We knew what we were signing up for. Please, keep going.”

A knock on the other side made you think he either banged his head or his fist in frustration. “Maybe Woo was right, maybe I am too romantic for this.”

You swallowed some saliva yourself. That was a name that seemed familiar. Could Honey be a part of the groom’s party? Shit.

“Honey, sweetheart, come back to me?” You begged, “Let’s finish this, yeah? Don’t leave my pussy weeping like this.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” It sounded like Honey shook himself out of whatever thoughts he was having. “We’ll come together. At least we’ll have that.”

Honey’s thrusts became more sure and harder, making you cry out. “Fuck, yeah Honey, just like that, mmmm that’s hitting the spot baby, oh yeah, fuck me just like that!” Words were falling out of your mouth but you didn’t even know what you were saying right now, you were just chasing your high.

“Fuck, this cunt is everything, fuck you’re taking me so well, Bee. Wanna fuck this pussy all day and all night. And I’d still be coming back for more.” Seemed like Honey was babbling as well.

With both of you struck dumb by the good sex, you came and you came hard. Your hands were braced above your knees, nails digging half-moon marks into your palms. You were gasping in air as Honey let out a grunt and stilled inside of you. You could feel your creamy juices dripping down the back of your thighs and winced at how fucking wet this scenario had made you.

All you could hear was your pulse after your climax had hit. You pulled forward and Honey slipped out of you. If you had bothered to look back, you would have seen that he was still rock hard and had not cum. Honey quickly pulled out of the hole, wondering how he was going to be able to make it back to his room with a raging hard-on while tying off the condom.

Yeosang aka Honey, pressed his sweaty forehead to the makeshift wall. "Bee, do you think--?"

You cut him off with a laugh. "I have literally no thoughts, Honey, you were fucking amazing."

"But, I mean, we could--"

"I gotta meet some friends for brunch," You made up a lie on the spot. "I gotta shower first. Thank you for the mind blowing orgasm." And then you were gone with a fwap of your flip-flops.

Yeosang breathed in deeply and let out a sigh. This was what he signed up for. He felt stupid, falling for you, but he had. It WAS stupid, he barely knew you for twenty-four hours but you were something else. He didn't even care what you looked like, he just wanted you. And now he had just lost the chance to find you again.

[chaoticbardlady99]

Darling, Never Stop Haunting Me (Spawn! Astarion x F! Ghost Reader) MDNI 18+

Chapter Six: Four Clerics and a Vampire Spawn Enter a Tomb

Synposis: Astarion is struggling to adjust to not having you around for a little bit, but he amends this quickly. Astarion takes a moment to explore his own wants and needs while you are asleep.

CW: Mentions of torture, gore, m! Masturbation, Astarion being a lovesick mess I just had this, “oh Astarion and Tav were never together so he has no baseline for sexual touch.” And my brain went, “HE DOESN’T HAVE A BASELINE FOR SEXUAL TOUCH” and well- here we are. I hope you enjoy! I have put markers for when smut starts and stops for anyone who isn’t into it :)

Disclaimer- put together the picture for the banner, but I do not own any of the pictures. I did take the picture of ‘Birdie’ and Astarion on my PS5

Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are always appreciated! Thank you for all your support and love!

Chapter 5: Chapter 7 : AO3

Astarion sits and stares at your broken, crumpled form. He had closed your eyes already and he had dug a hole to bury the cat that so graciously let you inhabit it for so long. 

  He recognizes the country bumpkin arrow as one of Leon’s. How could this happen? Astarion had searched the area high and low for signs of the Bastard and didn’t find a thing- where the fuck did he come from!?

 Astarion lets himself cry as he buries the cat. 

  He can’t feel your presence around him and that terrifies Astarion to no end. He can’t lose you- you are both supposed to be ‘stuck’ with each other forever. 

  Astarion has hopes, dreams, and stupid fantasies about what kind of life you could live together once they were able to resolve your incorporeal person problems. He really just knows that, as long as he’s around you, life will be fun. Hard sometimes, but nothing that couldn’t be talked about or handled. 

 You have given him a rather large lesson in communication and the importance of it- after about six months, you had both celebrated Astarion directly telling you that something you said bothered him instead of lashing out. 

  It had been something stupid- he can’t even remember what it was. He was jealous of some man that you said was very attractive as the two of you peered over the railing of your inn in a small town around Amn. 

 That all feels so trivial now. You could be with anyone if it meant Astarion could have you back right now. He may kill the person and cry, but that’s beside the point. <

  The sun is suddenly embracing him and Astarion feels his body become reinvigorated. 

 You never gave up on him or finding a cure so that he could walk in the sun. You also expressed having hopes and dreams amongst other what-nots. You wouldn’t give up this easily on him and he sure as hell won’t give up on you. 

  You have to be out there somewhere. If you aren’t around him that you had to be teleported somewhere else and if that means storming the Heavens- so be it.

  Astarion immediately begins flipping through Volo’s book- rubbing the stupid pink tulle tutu material between his fingers. 

 It’s a stupid thing to keep- he admits it to himself all the time- but it was such a hilarious sight to see and you had said you hope one day he sees how much you mean to him. Astarion will mess with the crappy material whenever he needs the reminder that he has worth and you are busy doing something or sleeping. It’s helped him a significant amount during the night time- the happy memory soothing his soul. 

  And he desperately needs that reassurance and soothing right now.

 Thankfully, Volo’s book wasn’t totally filled with bullshit- the back detailing a City that is not that far from his current location.

  It’s about two and a half days away. That’s entirely doable and you are more than likely perfectly safe, exploring the city and, with any luck, you are hoping he’s trying to get back to you. 

   He can’t get himself to stop- not even for a moment. He finds himself absentmindedly humming various violin pieces you have played for him since you learned you could be an incorporeal person. 

  He feels border line delirious and he’s pretty fucking hungry if he’s being honest with himself- the creatures he’s finding as he goes aren’t filling enough, but he doesn’t have time to properly hunt. 

   You would be worried and upset with him for not taking care of himself, but he won’t feel okay again until you are back in his sight and within arms length again. 

  The trek is horribly boring- he has become so accustomed to even your little snores during travel that the silence is uncomfortable and wrong. Astarion can’t even begin to imagine how his heart would feel if he tried to fall asleep and stay asleep without you near. 

  The hour he tried to trance out of sheer exhaustion had been full of every nightmare imaginable, but it was a dream of Leon killing you- taking away the only person in the whole world that Astarion would gladly lay his life on the line for. 

  He should have killed Leon the moment he suggested you become a sacrifice for him to get Victoria back. Astarion would sooner go back in time sacrifice him and the other spawn than hand you over if that’s what it took to keep you safe.

 At least in that reality, you could both be together and he would never have to worry about losing you because he wouldn’t have to worry about fucking Leon. 

  He just knows Leon is involved- he can feel the irritation in his bones grow with each minute he walks. 

  Astarion races through the forest- being mindful enough to not go barreling through some poor soul just minding it’s own business. 

 For once, he isn’t looking for a fight. He just wants to get to you and leave- get far away from this Gods awful place and begin your lives together somewhere far, far away.

  The second day feels even worse than the first- twenty four hours was far too long and he was growing more worried by the second stint of his journey.

What if Leon finds you before Astarion does?

 Astarion is worried that Leon will convince you to sacrifice yourself for his daughter if he gets to you first- something he knows you would do without a second thought. 

  Astarion finds himself begging the universe that, for once, he is good enough for someone to stay for him- wait for him. 

 Worth someone being a little bit selfish for once.

 What if he isn’t? What kind of life could a transient vampire spawn offer you? Would you willingly remain a ghost if you had the choice or would you pass on?

 He attempts to trance again when his thoughts become overwhelming. He continues, however, to refuse sleeping for very long or take the time to properly hunt. 

 He knows what his needs are and he will take the time later. However, time isn’t a luxury he thinks he can afford right now.

 Astarion needs you- he’s doing this for himself more than anything.

 His second hour long trance is much better. He dreams of you in his arms, held tightly to his chest- your hair fanning out on a plush pillow while he leaves gentle kisses on your face and you giggle happily. You are here again and everything is okay. 

  Astarion wakes up crying when he realizes it’s only a trance- a trick of the mind. His lips yearn to know how your skin feels underneath them.

 Astarion needs you back by his side yesterday. One day was unacceptable as is, but two? His world feels tilted. 

   He feels like he can breathe again when he spies the massive Watch Tower in the distance- the black, oddly shaped tower looms over the other buildings and it’s presence demands to be seen. 

  His feet lead him through the gates of the City of Manifest and he makes a B-line to the Hall of Farewells. There are people everywhere enjoying their loved ones, but no sign of you yet. 

  Astarion goes to the front of the line- ready to knock whoever over so that he can talk to the teller. Your life very well could be in danger- Astarion hasn’t seen any signs of Leon in the Underdark, but you can never be too careful and that arrow was definitely one of his shitty homemade ones.

 “Hey! You can’t just cu-“

 Astarion gives the man a menacing, unblinking smile. The man gulps nervously.

 “You were saying?”

 “Ha, uh I was just saying, go right on ahead! You can cut me anywhere, anytime.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, my Boy,” Astarion says with a sneer, “otherwise you may not live to see the light of day.”

 A dawning realization of horror crosses the man’s face.

“That’s not what I-“

 “NEXT!”

  Astarion waves, “that’s my cue- I will find your delicious self later.” 

 He snickers to himself after he turns around- the man was positively green-, but when he goes to look down next to him to be chastised by you as you begrudgingly laugh- he’s reminded once again of his current twisted reality. 

  It’s only been 56 hours and he misses you so much- there is a massive hole in his chest with every step he takes and he is praying to every God that you are here. 

 “Hello! Welcome to the Hall of Farewells,” an elderly woman stands behind the counter, “who are you looking for today, young man?” 

  If you were here? You would have busted up laughing. 

“Young man, my ass!” 

  He can’t help, but smile slightly to himself as a tear begins to fall from his eye. 

“I’m looking for Althaeastra Rothwell? She goes by Birdie,” he gestures to show your height, “about this tall, beautiful, kind, hilarious, plays the violin really well.” 

 “Well- that is more than enough information for me to help you!” The elderly woman states while beaming, “she must be a very special woman and how lucky of her to have such a wonderful partner.”

 “I’m the lucky one, actually,” the words slip out of his mouth before he can stop them. 

  The woman smiles even brighter and Astarion has to try very hard to keep himself from blushing like a smitten school boy.

 Good Gods, he thinks, stop being a grieving, emotional mess and focus. You can be weird and dissect your feelings later once you find Birdie.

  The woman claps her hand and performs some kind of magic on a book that flips pages with the intensity of a storm. Names are jumping from the pages- sorting through nicknames, letters, dates of death, etc. until a bright DING alerts the elderly woman that the spell is complete.

 “Ah yes! Miss Rothwell! She hasn’t been here too long- only a couple days,” the woman muses, “hmm well, it looks like your brother already went off to find her. My guess is that you will find her with him.” 

 Astarion feels his entire body become significantly colder than it already is. 

 No- Leon couldn’t have bested him this time. How did Leon get here ahead of him? He did so many perimeter checks before entering the Catacombs and Leon was nowhere to be found. There should be absolutely no reason for him to be here- unless he had planned to kill you so you are a ghost again? That would make sense and it would force you two apart. 

 “Which brother?”

  The woman cocks her head at him and then a realization seems to be forming in her mind.

 You weren’t supposed to be going anywhere with Leon and it’s likely this woman just directed you to your actual death. 

 “His name is… Leon,” she reads the name uneasily, “she wrote only your name in the registry- specifically put ‘WAITING FOR ASTARION’. Brayden tried to tell her it wasn’t necessary, but she insisted. Your brother came in shortly after and checked the registry.”

 Astarion damn near loses it- screaming profanities inside his head and desperately trying to keep from exploding all together. He can’t protect you from prison so he needs to play nice. 

 Afterwards? Well, let’s just say Astarion may be creating a list of people he wants to Falcon punch in the throat after you are safe and with him again. You most likely won’t approve, but he told you not to go wandering off with strangers! You do not have the combat experience or street smarts to be able to protect yourself. 

  Astarion goes to ask another question when a man comes racing in with a very mutilated, but living ghost. An insignia with a boot print and compass rose is on the front. The man’s black, curly locks are mangled and blue stained.

  The older man is hysterical- begging someone to save his son as pieces of him begin to fall away and disappear. Astarion feels a wave of panic go through his body. 

 “Brayden,” the elderly woman gasps, “Gods help us!” 

  A group of clerics descends on the men and tries to help the man who was evidently giving you a tour. Another group goes racing out the door in the direction the body was found. Astarion makes note of this “Tombyard District” and begins to leave. 

  His body, however, freezes as he approaches the young Ghost laying out on the floor- wheezing painfully and his eyes meet Astarion’s a look of recognition. You must have talked about Astarion a lot.

 Brayden’s eyes seem to scream back at Astarion, “she’s in danger! You need to save her!” 

 Astarion would know that magic and knife work anywhere- Leon got to you and this poor man probably tried to defend you. It disgusts Astarion that he is grateful for a perfect stranger, but anyone who has attempted to keep you safe is okay in his books. 

  He will not lose you to this place and he will make sure Brayden’s suffering was not in vain or yours for that matter. 

  Astarion leaves the Hall of Farewells- realizing that the more he sits there and listens to that man wail for his adult son to stay with him, the more and more hopeless and scared Astarion becomes. 

  Leon was Cazador’s best hunter, but it was because he was an aggressive meathead about the whole thing. It irritated the piss out of everyone. He wasn’t subtle and was more than happy to swoop in and steal your mark if it meant he could get back to the Palace faster. 

  It doesn’t take very long for Astarion to track Leon, but he’s alarmed when the faint scent of his other siblings begins to tickle his nose. The guard at the entrance of the Tombyard warned him against going in this late, but Astarion has a feeling he doesn’t have much time. 

 He stole a Ring of Manifesting on the way there so that after he finds you, you can both run straight to Waterdeep. Astarion had used one of his sending spells detailing what is going on to Tav and Gale just in case you both go MIA, but they are expecting both of you to be there. Admittedly, Astarion is quite proud of himself- you are always on him for not having a plan and this time he actually has a plan!

  The smell of rotting flesh and the sound of people crying over their loved ones rings through his ears. There are multiple funerals occurring at once- mostly Drow and a few Humans. 

 The area is not cozy nor is it an aesthetically pleasing place to rest, the buildings look like warehouses for the bored and lonely and the statues along the streets are even graveyard-esque. It makes him uncomfortable- he doesn’t necessarily care for graveyards anymore. Not that he ever did, really.

 There are alleyways here and there, but only one has Leon’s scent and the other scent is Lavender and something else he can’t pick up on. It has to be you which makes Astarion feel even more sick.

 What did he tell you about following random strangers places!? One time you followed a man with white hair because you thought it was Astarion and you had been missing for an hour and a half. 

 Now you have been missing for probably two Gods damn days!

 The scent leads him to an alleyway and the stench of rot becomes worse- Astarion can practically feel the pull of the weave in the air and the dark art of Necromancy.

 Wonderful, just wonderful. 

  Astarion creeps along the wall- grateful that he listened to your suggestion about wearing solely black armor. It made sneaking around much easier and if he’s about to face a necromancer without a Cleric around then he’s going to need every advantage he can get. 

  A few new scents are in the air- much cleaner than the heavy must that threatens to suffocate him. 

Think before you act, Astarion reminds himself, being irrational is not going to bring Birdie back to you any faster. 

  As he comes around a corner as slowly as he possibly can, he pulls his daggers out with the pointed ends against someone’s throat- he is met with a set of piercing blue eyes and earthy brown eyes. Both individuals appear to be clerics and they both gesture for Astarion to be quiet- that they are not a threat. Two other people become more visible to him. 

 Astarion recognizes the individual symbols on their chest as Uhanam- a lawful neutral God that is about law and intelligence-, Durann- a Lawful Good God that is about healing and listening to laws, and Aluvan- protector of Ghosts. He doesn’t recognize the other God, but she has the same symbol as the poor Cleric who had been severely injured trying to protect you.  

  A door appears further down an alley and a man that smells of Undeath with a beating heart comes walking down the alley. Astarion recognizes him as a Shadar Kai almost instantly. 

  Much to his irritation, the individuals let him pass by them, but he watches one use sleight of hand to maneuver the keys off his belt. The Shadar Kai doesn’t even so much as flinch. It’s rather impressive and Astarion enjoys the shit eating grin the Wood Elf flashes at their fellow clerics. 

  You would really like these people. Astarion will like them as long as none of them attempt to take you away from him. 

 “Alright,” one of the clerics, a blonde halfling woman, releases a sigh of relief before continuing her whispering, “hello- are you friend or foe?”

  “Depends,” he whispers back, “are you going to kill everyone-including the people they have held captive- or are you on a rescue mission.”

 “Rescue and revenge mission- actually,” the half- elf woman with the same insignia as Brayden says, “they tried to kill my fellow Cleric, Brayden- my husband in fact, and they kidnapped the person he was showing around. We just hope she’s still alive- this Lich doesn’t hang onto people very long.”

  Of course it’s a fucking Lich. 

 “For all of your sake,” Astarion snarls, “you better hope she is alive.” 

“Your loved one, I take it?” the halfing says.

 Astarion nods- they need to know there is someone here for you and if they so much as look at you funny, he will kill them with absolutely no remorse to show for it. 

 “That settles it then,” the Wood Elf says, “let’s go save some folks and kick some ass!” 

 It was like being around Karlach- the cleric has a goofy grin and an even goofier vibe.

  Astarion follows them- trailing behind so that he can take more time to search and see you before it becomes a bloodbath. 

 You just have to find her and get out of here, Astarion repeats like a mantra in his head, she is alive, she is safe-ish, she is okay. Everything is going to be fine because it has to be fine.

  The place is filled to the brim with various undead creatures haunting it’s halls. Some creatures he has never even seen before and others look like they are stitched together with mismatched parts. 

  Astarion tries to swallow his panic- no sign of you yet so you may just be caged some-

 “NO PLEASE!” your voice screams through the air and the sound of you struggling against someone rings alongside your voice, “PLEASE! I- DON’T WANT TO BECOME THAT- PLEASE!!!!!!” 

   You cry out in pain and Astarion begins barrelling past the Clerics who are trying to stop him, but they can figure it out. He needs to get to you. 

 Astarion pushes past every individual who comes by him- some try to attack him and he is quick to rebuke them or kill them with one blow. Your screams are becoming more and more panicked- you sound like you are fighting for your life and Astarion wishes you were aware that he is right here- nothing will happen to you.

 He just needs to find you and then you never have to come to this horrible place ever again.

“ASTARION!” your cries are coming from down the hall, “ASTARION, HELP! PLEASE!” 

   Your voice has begun to sound gargled, but he knows he’s on the right floor- the scent of Lemongrass hanging in the air like a blessing. 

  When he finally finds the room you are in, he watches as some kind of magic tries to contort you into something else entirely. You are fighting to prevent it- tears streaming down either side of your face.

“Astarion- please hurry,” your anger and your voice being reduced to a tearful whisper, “I’m not ready to die.” 

  And he’s not ready for you to. In fact, Astarion feels positively homicidal. 

  Within a millisecond, Astarion is shoving his daggers between the Lich’s ribs and it cries out in surprise- Astarion uses an arrow of Thunder and sends the Lich crashing into the wall- one of it’s arms dislocating in the process. 

 The Shadar Kai descend on him and you struggle against your restraints- trying to get away from the ones that are trying to hold you back down and keep him from getting to you. They are unlatching your restraints and dragging you towards another hall. The Lich waiting like a coward behind it’s soldiers. 

 “ASTARION!” you scream, “BEHIND YOU!”

   He sends another Shadar Kai to the Shadowfell thanks to your warning, only to have one of the Shadar Kai holding you cut your throat, an angry growl leaving Astarion,and he cuts through every creature his blade can get it’s sharp edge on. 

   A crash from behind him and the horrific creature that comes racing into the room distracts Astarion and he’s grateful that the Clerics had caught up with him because he wouldn’t have been able to save himself from the oncoming Ghoul running towards him otherwise.

  He makes eye contact with Dalyria, but it’s not her eyes. The sight of his siblings and their fate makes Astarion feel ill- the Lich gestures and suddenly they are collapsing to the ground in a ball of red magic. The blood curdling scream of anger that leaves Astarion’s mouth scares him.

  The Lich looks like he’s about to shit himself.

 Not only had this horrible, unnatural creature taken you and harmed you significantly- it had destroyed his family. The only one he knows and remembers. The only people in the whole world who know what it means to suffer just as well as he does.

  The creature gets back up and the Lich doesn’t have time to dodge before one of it’s unnaturally strong hands grabs it’s face and sends it’s flying away from the hall- it’s skull begins to crack the moment he makes impact with the wall.

  The Lich uses shadow step to retreat down one of the hallways as his siblings run at him again- looking rather pleased that they chased it off.

  He feels angry- it won’t be safe for you or his siblings here or anywhere with that Lich fucking off. Astarion wants to go after it- desperately and end this once and for all, but he knows he can’t. 

  Instead, he returns his attention back to the battle and getting to you as you continue to struggle against your captors. He’s over there in seconds- uses Dimension Door to put you in a safe corner and then using Misty Step to get back into battle. The creature that is his siblings stand protectively in front of you- waiting to destroy anyone who dare harm you. Their eyes meet his and they nod- we’ve got her. 

  He tries not to cry from sentiment alone- they care about him enough to keep you safe so he can focus on killing the other enemies in the room and Astarion never thought he would see the day where that would ever happen. It’s a shame it’s probably too late now to try to start over with each other again. 

  The remainder of the creatures are destroyed and Astarion personally mutilates the individual who decided cutting your throat was a fantastic idea. 

  Once it all calms down and everyone is dead- the Clerics lock the hallway door where the Lich had run away and they gesture for the mix and match of his siblings to follow as they exit the building. 

  The Aluvan Priestess, the Halfing, is the one to assure them that they would reverse their condition, they’ve apparently done it before and he hears your choked sigh of relief. He’s surprised to see the monstrous versions of his siblings look at you with hopeful eyes and you back at them. 

 It must have been a horrible 56 hours. 

 Brayden’s cleric in arms and wife comes over and heals your throat, your wrists, and offers you a clean outfit. You are shaking as you take the clothes and you look at the woman with your lower lip trembling.

“Is Brayden okay? He was trying to keep me safe.”

 The woman nods and smiles, “he’s in rough shape, but nothing he won’t be able to come back from- thank Wyst.”

 That seems to make you cry harder and Astarion is quick to scoop you up into his arms now that the initial shock of everything he has just seen has worn off. You cling to his neck, your arms wrapped around him tightly, and he just rubs soft circles into your back.

 “It’s safe now, Birdie,” he whispers, “I will never ever let anyone harm you again.” 

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   It’s later in the evening when you seem to finally be more yourself again, but Astarion can tell that something horrible happened to you at the hand of the Lich. He is refraining from asking- not wanting to upset you or push you too hard. 

  You are drinking the honey mead in your hand heavily- eating bread and cheese along side it. Ghosts can’t get hung over so you took it as an opportunity to try to drown out the events of the last couple days. 

  It’s when you look at him with tearful eyes that he knows you are truly, honest to Gods suffering. 

“Darling?” He gently takes your hand in his, “what is it?” 

 You look up at the ceiling with a trembling lip before looking him in the eyes again.

 “He cut me open,” you choke, “he- he took out my organs and put them in other bodies before putting them back in mine.

“Then he was going t- to,” you shake as you try to get through your next sentence, “he was going to turn me into a Necroplasm. A horrible creature only made of bone and ectoplasm. Lifeless; thoughtless.”

  Your face is back in your hands and Astarion is feeling an incredibly confusing amount of emotions right now.

 He wants to hunt down that lich and destroy the bastard limb by limb, over and over again until he finally shows the last bit of mercy he could- breaking the phylactery. 

 But he also wants to get out of the City of Manifest entirely. His siblings are all separated again- temporarily Ghosts, but incredibly happy to not be melded together while the Clerics search for the remainder of their bodies to reconstruct. He has no idea how it works, but apparently the Gods over manifest are much kinder than the ones who dominate the rest of Faerun.

  Leon is the only one who hasn’t come back, but he’s dead to Astarion either way. He was quite impressed with the amount of damage you had been able to inflict. Once he teaches you how to use a dagger, you could truly be unstoppable.

 However, that’s for a later date when you become settled.

 Gale sent him two tickets to teleport to Waterdeep and you seemed to be relieved that you wouldn’t be staying here- you want to come back, but after you feel more confident in your ability to protect yourself.

  Tav and Gale are getting married in a few weeks- Waterdeep will be good for both of you. It will be familiar and comfortable.

 You can stay together in the room you usually occupy, he will keep watch if that’s what you need to sleep for a while. 

 Anything to make you feel safe again. 

 “I feel so violated,” you sniff and laugh sadly to yourself, “I have the worst luck. The first touch I receive in three and a half centuries and it’s while I’m being cut open and fit to others like a puzzle piece- like a thing.

“I could feel it,” you wipe your eyes, “every horrible thing those people felt before they died. I felt their love and misery for the people they were never going to see again-“ 

  This was not how Astarion wanted this reunion to go- Leon is dead, but it would never feel like enough. 

 Leon took honest, innocent moments you deserved to have and tainted them- all for something that was never going to happen anyway.

 A Lich is a Lich and he’s going to hunt the bastard down- you were just a victim of opportunity in his eyes. 

 “I wish I had gotten there faster,” Astarion whispers, “this isn’t how I imagined this going.” 

 “What do you mean?” You ask, wiping your eyes.

 Does he tell you that he envisioned at least kissing you? If you wanted? Now it feels like it would be pressuring you.

“It’s not imp-“

“No- enough about me,” you say, “I want to know what you’ve been doing and how life in the sun has been!” 

 Astarion smiles softly, “there hasn’t been a life in the sun without you. I barely noticed- I was focused on getting here to you.” 

  “Wait, really?” he nods in affirmation, you smile widely at that, “I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who missed hanging around.” 

  You look so happy looking at him- you are wearing his shirt since your own clothes had been practically destroyed and the clothing that was lended to you was uncomfortable. 

 “I’m going to wash my face and all the ick from these last couple days off real quick- I’ll be back.”

  He couldn’t help but miss you- even a room away when you go to wash off.  Astarion had braided your hair back afterwards. 

  Every part of you is beautiful and lovely- he was so scared he lost you without ever getting to see what would happen between the two of you. He hates how gushy and mushy he’s become over the last two days- at this rate, he’s just going to embarrass himself when you ultimately don’t return his feelings.

“Be my date for Tav and Gale’s wedding,” he blurts out of nowhere.

  Nice going panty dropper- you call that romantic?

 “What?”

  You literally said one sentence and blew up the whole thing, Astarion scolds himself.

  Astarion clears his throat, “I couldn’t think of a better plus one nor anyone I would want to suffer through the cheesy affair with.” 

 “Yes!” You exclaim, jumping up, “one hundred thousand times yes! Oh my gosh!!!!!! We will need to go shopping or thieving- who cares- I GET TO GO TO A WEDDING WITH MY FAVORITE PERSON!!!!!” 

 Oh thank Gods.

  Your once melancholy mood has shifted and Astarion feels a warm glow in his chest. He can already think of what cut would fit you best, what colors, how your hair should look, etc. 

  You ask him so many questions- what color does he think would be best? Will you match with him? What color would be best for both of them? And “GODS ABOVE HOW WILL I DO MY HAIR AND MAKE UP!? I’m out of practice!”

 Oh and you made it very clear- absolutely no tulle or crowns. 

 You both somehow decide on lavender and silver. Astarion figures he’ll wear silver with lavender designs and you will do the opposite. 

“What if I don’t remember how to dance!?” You say, mortified, “I’ll embarrass us both!!!”

 “Oh the horror- to be forced to save my darling damsel in distress from tripping over her own heels,” he teases, pushing a stray hair out of your face, “I’m sure I have more than enough dancing experience for both of us.”

 You look at him and bite your lip- a little bit of worry in your eyes.

“What is it, my Sweet?”

  He struggles to stop his smile at the nice blush that courses under your skin at the term of endearment.

“I- I know you hate parties,” you start cautiously, “are you sure you want to dance and everything? We don’t have to if it would make you unhappy. Just being there with you would be more than enough. Unfortunately I can’t offer not going, I think Tara would murder me.”

  Well that is… unexpected. Astarion’s body feels like it’s radiating with happiness and affection- you are quite literally perfect.

 Pull yourself together.

 “I’ll be fine, my Dear,” he says with a slight dismissive wave of his hand, “besides, this is my first party as a free man- who knows? Maybe I’ll become a party fiend.”

 “Ha! I don’t think you like people enough to do that.”

 “But I like you enough to,” he states, “so if you would like to go to them from time to time- I have no qualms.” 

  Gods when did he become such a romantic? 

  You, on the other hand, look like you might explode and he can’t tell why, but he hopes he hasn’t pushed it too far. Astarion is quickly reassured when a coy, mischievous smile passes over your face. 

“I promise I won’t make you go to too many parties,” you tease, “one too many and one might end up being a funeral.”

“Ah see, that’s my kind of party!”

“Oh my Gods,” you shake your head, giggling, and put it in both of your hands, “you don’t even like cemeteries.”

“You don’t need a cemetery for a funeral if you are creative enough, Darling,” he smiles cheekily, “I do put the fun in funeral after all.”

  You roll your eyes and shake your head with a smile at his Gods awful pun- he learned it from Shadowheart on their adventures and he loves to sprinkle it into conversations. 

“Fair.” 

   Somehow, you eventually end up asleep in his arms in the plush Inn bed like he had dreamed about the other night. You snore softly as Astarion holds you closely to him- making a point of looking at the door and windows frequently enough so there aren’t any surprise visitors. 

  Astarion has never actually cuddled with anyone (willingly, at least). Anyone who’s ever been in a bed with him has been condemned to becoming Vampire spawn (he almost wishes they had all just been dead). It was just sex, nothing more or less. Sure people offered, but it never felt right. 

  This? This feels right and like you were made for him. It’s a miracle truly- Intimacy without any sexual touch and he has the choice to be there, curled up around you. 

  It feels heavenly- better than his trances could have ever imagined. 

  You are both the same temperature so you almost feel warm to the touch. Your eyes are moving back and forth as you dream, he is relieved to see a content smile on your face. 

 Astarion is prepared to be there for you if you have nightmares. You have taught him that just having someone to comfort you is enough. He just wishes you didn’t experience any of it in the first place, but he won’t be keeping you too far out of reach or unguarded so hopefully it will never happen again.

  Eventually sleep takes Astarion too and he’s grateful for the somewhat peaceful rest- until it turns into a full blown fucking sex dream. 

  Astarion tries not to jolt you awake- somehow aware enough of his surroundings to know you are still there. You are still fast asleep- dawn is coming and Astarion is not, which could very well be a problem if you wake up while he’s hard.

   He sneaks away to the washroom- making sure to lock the door. 

 He will just take a bath, cool himself off, and then go back to bed for a cuddle. It’ll be like this never happened. 

(Smut begins)

 He’s never actually masturbated and there is a significant amount of weariness when he thinks about the idea. Sure he’s done it for show, but never in a private, alone moment.

  Astarion has basically been celibate for the last nine months and of course, now that you are a ghost person again, his libido decides to rear it’s ugly head.

 He doesn’t even know if you actually want him that way!

  The water is lukewarm and Astarion leans back against the tub- willing his hard on to go away already. It feels almost impossible to forget his trance- the way your pretty mouth looked around his cock, the way you keened when he filled you for the first time, the dance that takes the act from slow and romantic to something else entirely. 

  Wild, passionate- unrehearsed. 

  Astarion wraps his hands around his cock- desperate for any release he can get at this point. He isn’t going to be able to will this trance or these desires away and he is entirely in control of the act- if he becomes uncomfortable or begins to dissociate, he can stop. 

 “You don’t have to sleep with these people,” you reminded him softly, “Hells- you don’t have to do any of it at all if you don’t want to! Even if you are both naked and you’re already inside the person- you can stop. A good person, a person worthy of you, will respect your needs and be understanding.”

  Astarion can stop. You helped him with this realization nine or ten odd months ago. 

   He strokes himself slowly at first, trying to mimic the movements of the trance- starting with your mouth. You are inexperienced and Astarion imagines teaching you how to suck him off- your wide, beautiful eyes looking up at him eagerly as he praises you for being such a good girl for him.  

  His breath hitches when he runs his thumb over the head and applying a bit of pressure over his slit, his hips bucking upward and his brain paints the beautiful picture of him thrusting into your mouth- guiding your movements by grasping your hair as gently as he possibly can as he gets closer and closer to his peak. 

  In this fantasy- you moan around his mouth and you are touching yourself while taking his whole length until he hits the back of your throat. You wear his shirt like you are now- nipples pert, your breasts swaying as he thrusts into you. Your eyes are lustful, hazy, and wanting.

  Astarion’s head goes back by instinct- a breathy moan escaping his mouth and he’s thinking about what it might be like to be inside you. What it would be like to finally connect with someone he adores intimately. 

  He imagines exploring every single inch of you- finding what makes you wet and wanting for him. Astarion will ruin you for any other lover- his tongue teasing your clit and lapping up your juices like a man dying of thirst. 

 Astarion wants- no, needs- you to be crying out his name and telling him how you will only ever be his like he will only ever be yours. 

(Smut ends)

  He reaches his peak much faster than he anticipated- the release feeling like heaven. Astarion pants as he stares up at the ceiling, entirely blissed out. 

 Now that was incredible. He can understand why people enjoy it from time to time.

 His mind continues to think of you and it gets caught on the words the elderly woman had said earlier today- about how you were lucky to have him and vice versa. Astarion let’s his brain indulge for a millisecond before locking the thought back into the “we aren’t going to talk about this right now, self!” box.

 Althaeastra “Birdie” Ancunín. She would want a nice, but simple ring- nothing gaudy, he pauses his thoughts, or maybe she needs one simple ring and one gaudy one. Especially with her ability to pick up music again. What if she has to dress especially nice for an occasion? The ring should at least be able to tell people all the way out in the courtyard that she is spoken for. 

  He pushes his guilty pleasure thoughts aside. You are his dearest and closest companion- he will not screw that up by making you feel like you have to be in a relationship with him or like you have to jump into something right away. You just started your life and why would Astarion be your top pick? He’s a disaster- with or without you. 

  Well, the bliss was wonderful while it lasted. Now he’s just sad.

  After cleaning up- Astarion finds himself leaning against the door frame, jealous of the warm rays of sun that get to kiss your face first thing this morning. You are still asleep and don’t stir when Astarion climbs back into bed behind you. 

  One day, he will tell you his feelings, but for now? Astarion is going to try to go back to sleep.

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It's not like any other love | S.S. | Part 4

— PAIRING: dark!Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

— SYNOPSIS: Late at night, after first using Imperio on his friend, Sebastian's dreams get... very detailed.

— WARNINGS: wet dreams, masturbation, a very messy Seb and quite sticky and sweaty too, also Ominis may or may not have heard it

— WORDCOUNT: 2.8k

— A/N: I wasn't sure whether we'd get to this level of smut, but here we are 👀 I know it's teetering around the hint of twincest, but there's not really any of it, it’s just Seb having intrusive thoughts about Anne at the worst moments, because that’s what he does. Hope you enjoy it, my dears!

Sebastian stared at the canopy over his bed, fingers braided together behind his head, as he tried to fall asleep. His feet rested crossed at the ankles, swinging nervously side-to-side. It would have been too dark to see at all, but he had his wand out by his side, shining gently with Lumos, resting by his leg. He felt like there was so much he wanted to do, but could not name any of it, and whatever he set his mind upon dissatisfied him. He wasn’t in the mood for reading, didn’t feel like sneaking out, didn’t feel like talking with Ominis, and yet he felt so ill at ease…

He turned on his side, hugging the pillow and wrapping his leg over the blankets. He stared at the shadows on the bed curtains as they danced in the light of his wand, serpentine shapes in green and black slipping between the folds.

The light dimmed once the wand was away from his grasp for too long, and his eyes closed sleepily. His mind wandered. He thought immediately of Anne, of what she would be doing then — probably trying to sleep as well, if the curse allowed it, trying not to wake up Uncle Solomon, probably feeling cold and alone, left to wait for the inevitable in their little house in disrepair… Sebastian so badly wished he could be there with her, to comfort her, at least, if he could not cure her. To give her hope... He’d managed that, sometimes, in the first few weeks after the curse, but then their Uncle battered against his hopes and dreams, and those of Anne as well. Sebastian was by now very familiar with anger, but underneath that felt hopeless, and sad, and alone, all of which were worse than any other feeling as far as he was concerned.

The darkness of the boy’s dorm room felt safe. It was perhaps the only safe place he had left, aside from the Undercroft. Sebastian turned over to his back and stared into it, hoping it would swallow him whole. His mind felt crowded with thoughts that slipped between the folds of his mind before he could catch them, so he allowed the darkness to do what it wanted with them, his memories and his conscience and his imagination all swirling together.

He thought back to when he and Anne used to be children before they started school. Life used to be so good when their parents still lived, when days ran uneventfully one into the other, and they were all together in that little house in Feldcroft. It was so easy to sleep then, even during summer storms or on a rainy autumn night, even in the dead of winter with the wind howling outside... Whenever he had trouble sitting still, like now, or if he or Anne would have a nightmare, they would call out to each other in whispers and one twin would crawl through the dark into the other’s bed. The most peaceful nights were the ones when he fell asleep hugging her, and even if they sometimes kicked each other and smothered one another in their sleep, being together made both of them feel safe. But those nights were far away now, perhaps never to return.

In his bed at Hogwarts, Sebastian wrapped his arms tighter around the pillow, imagining it was his sister, and that she was sleeping too, and feeling peaceful and at ease and that there was no pain inside her. His back hurt from the hard dormitory bed, but his mind was too caught up in these half-memories half-dreams for him to care. Instead, he just hugged the pillow tighter until his face was buried in it and he could trick himself into thinking that was really Anne, and she was safe.

The bed felt warmer, softer, and he felt less alone, and for fleeting instants, the old reality and the new melded in Sebastian’s head. The Anne in his arms was all grown up, and every moment was shadowed by the expectation that the curse would strike again. His arms tightened instinctively, protectively around her, ready to hold her when she cried in pain, afraid for her, angry with the world, and very very tired. He twitched awake as the memory of a sharp scream pierced through his memory, back to the disappointing and lonely reality. The wand had rolled to somewhere beneath him, poking at his leg. He leaned back to search for it, put it on the bedside table, then closed his bleary eyes again and went back to dreaming.

Anne’s thick braided hair tickled his cheek, her sharp elbow dug into his arm, and the bed moved as she twisted and turned. Sebastian felt the scream well up within her before she opened her mouth, could feel her winces and gasps and the struggle not to cry. He held her more tightly until the pain passed away. He’d become far too accustomed to those screams and they rang in his mind, even throughout the day, when his thoughts would drift.

The trembling figure in his arms relaxed, and the sigh he breathed filled his chest with her scent — the same warm sweetness he’d tasted on his tongue before, during the day, with traces of dry parchment and fresh leaves. His legs curled around hers to pull her closer and he nuzzled the back of her head. Her fine hair tickled his lips and he could feel her shaking when his warm breath fanned over the nape of her neck. She curled in his arms like a wounded foal, shivering in pain again, and the echo of her screams drifted through the room, bouncing off the stone walls of the dungeons, sounding so much like that night in the scriptorium… And it wasn’t Anne in his arms anymore.

Sebastian held her tightly and wished the curse away, and she stopped trembling. The room and his whole mind were silent now. He brushed his hand over her cheek, turning her face toward him — pale and contorted with the remnants of pain, but relaxing as he caught her eyes — and he brought his lips down to hers for a gentle kiss.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, feeling the guilt from the curse, from using Imperio on her before, and for many other things he couldn’t name. He wanted to apologise for forcing her to tell him that she loved him too, but he didn’t have it in him to regret it, he needed it so much…

The girl said nothing, which crushed him a little, but then she pushed back into him, brushing her back against his chest and sinking deeper into his arms, and that was more forgiveness than he could hope for. His left arm curled around her waist and held her flush to his body while his right hand cupped her head, fingers threading through her hair, holding her still for him. He slipped his leg over hers and pressed them together, his senses lost in her scent and warmth and the soft and hard parts of her body.

When he began to cant his hips, she tried to twist in his grasp but made no move to stop him. Sebastian could feel his member growing hard and sensitive, rubbing against the hard cotton of his night clothes, feeling hot and raw and yearning for her touch. It strained to reach her flesh, so soft and just on the other side of their clothes, but he teased himself with just these vague hints of the curves and angles she hid from him.

The feeling of her so close had made him forget about the curse, the past, anything. He could be himself here, in the dark, with her. He looked into her eyes, and for a split second, he could see the traces of the curse in them, unshed tears and vulnerability, the pain that he had caused her. It almost made him stop, but he was too far gone, and with her soft head cupped in his hand he kissed her again, wanting more, needing her, needing to feel her. Sebastian covered her body almost completely on the narrow bed, smothering her whole being. He swallowed her breaths as he kissed her for long minutes, and felt his heartbeat begin to match her own. The tender ribs of her chest dug into his own and this was the closest they had ever been, even closer than before in the Undercroft. If he could, he would have crushed his whole self into her, to never let her leave.

The harder he rubbed against her, the more still she was, as if waiting patiently in his arms to see what he would do. Sebastian let go of her lips, by now swollen and wet, and took a breath deep in his lungs — wishing to feel more of her, hoping to absorb her — and rubbed his whole length up and down the small of her back. He swallowed a wince at the last moment when he felt himself begin to leak, the raw head feeling feverish and tight and twisted in his tangled clothes, but he couldn’t stop. He could hardly see the girl in the dark, except for the tearful shine of her eyes that stared up at him in wonder. With a trembling hand, he brushed back the hair from her forehead and held the crown of her head in his palm.

He felt too trapped in her gaze to kiss her again, afraid to miss even a second of that look she gave — fearful but trusting, open and yearning, mirroring his need for her. He breathed heavily, his lips close to hers, his eyes under the spell of her gaze, while his body rushed to pierce through what separated them and join with her. Careful not to make much sound on the creaking bed, Sebastian moved lower, angling to slot his member where he felt her upper thighs were pressed tightly against each other. He could have pressed into her from here if they weren’t been dressed. A tremble went through his body as the hot tip that peeked out of his skin felt the warm and silky hints of wetness that had gathered at that place where her thighs met her girlhood. He pressed himself deep in that divot and a hot shiver crawled beneath his skin from his legs all the way to his stomach.

Sebastian buried his moans in her neck, nibbling at her flesh to keep quiet, biting her like a monster, as his hips chased their way closer to the entrance to her body. A falling feeling gripped him and he felt something give way, felt a rush of cold, and his arms barely caught the edge of the bed before he rolled off of it.

His eyes opened to the faintly green darkness of the bedroom. He looked around at his mangled sheets, twisted around his legs, the pillow crushed beneath him, and at his lonely bed.

A cloying pain still lingered at his tender parts. Sebastian could still feel himself throbbing, swollen and sensitive and dripping down himself. He bit into his upper arm and groaned. It couldn’t go on like this… Between his guilt surrounding Anne and how useless he was to save her, and his traitorous desires for his friend, his jealousy of Ominis and everyone that she spent time with, and his inescapable, consuming desire to be everything for her, just like he wished to be everything for Anne, it all melded his mind and his heart and he felt sick with what came out of it. The screams of the two girls even began to sound the same in his dreams: one pitiful, the one from his sister, which crushed his heart to hear, the other inciting his desire, making him mindless and ravenous for her.

Sebastian turned on his back, listening carefully for any sound of movement from the other beds — particularly from the bed next to his, where Ominis was — but all the other boys seemed to be asleep… He tossed and turned until he settled back the way he was before, with his legs hugging the blankets and the pillow held tightly to his chest. He breathed a heavy sigh as he stretched, trying to drain the tension from his muscles, but without even wanting to his hips thrust forward again, just like he dreamed of doing, and his skin was on fire once more.

His hand drifted to his middle and slipped beneath the waist of his trousers, fingers brushing his tense stomach on the way to his love-starved boyhood. It felt feverish in his hand, and sore and tender as his hand travelled its length. The tip, fully exposed, was dripping shamelessly, thick dollops of tears licking their way down to tangle in the thick brown hairs at his base. Even his sac felt wet, throbbing painfully against his thighs, twitching as his fingers caressed his member. He tickled his fingers over that soft, swollen surface, feeling them so full, so feverish and tender. He thought of the girl kissing him there, just as delicately as this, just teasing him with the barest touch and hint of her breath, and it almost made him burst.

Trembling, he moved his hand up the shaft. The skin glided smoothly up and down, teasing the tip with a hot covering before exposing it again. Nervously, Sebastian shuffled and kicked until his trousers were just off his hips, exposing only what he needed to.

He kept his hand still, wrapped in a tight fist around himself, as tight as he imagined his friend to be once he worked her open, and canted his hips back and forth, just like he would if she were there. His hand was warm, and sticky-wet by now, but his first wasn’t enough to cover him at his full length, and the kiss of the cold air when the tip popped out at the top made him shiver. He was dripping all over his knuckles, dirtying the sheets and leaving a growing wet patch on the blankets. Tendrils of wet clung to him when he parted from the soiled material and then licked their way back to his skin. He moved faster against his fist, his sac slipping between his thighs, and as he kept dripping all over himself the slightest sticky sound filled the air around him. He wished so badly that she was here, that he could feel her skin at least even if she wouldn’t let him take her… He needed to feel the warmth of her body, have her lips right there for him to kiss, and hold her small hand in his and grip it in his struggle to keep quiet.

Sebastian breathed out through his nose and closed his eyes, unvoiced moans rumbling at the top of his chest. He remembered her whispers of “I love you” from earlier that day, the delicacy of her neck, the taste of skin pulled between his teeth, her moans of pleasure, her screams of pain, and the soft angles of her body pressing against his, and all of it felt better than his touch could manage to be. Cold sweat licked down his taught chest, sticking the nightshirt to him, making him feel hot and cold at once, and he started to thrust in hard violent little shoves.

He was truly aching now, the length twitching strongly in his hand as if it could break free, his sac churning against his damp thighs in its nest of sticky hair. Then his stomach tensed and, within a heartbeat, he was surprised by the rush of thick dollops pulsing out of him. Sebastian curled in on himself with pleasure. It was such a strong release he could feel it beneath his palm as it travelled the length to bubble at the tip. He buried his flushed face in the pillow and kept his moans down to plaintive whimpers as he gripped himself at the base, trying to squeeze the shameful act to a quick end, but it kept coming. His thumb went to the little hole at the top but all it did was tease it into spilling more. It pooled at his hips and some of it had gathered on his thighs like dribble, feeling at first so warm from where it came deep in his body but cooling quickly.

Sebastian felt ashamed and guilty and exposed. His legs shivered with pleasure and his head swam with relief, while his body had never felt more alert, every muscle arched and tense, every nerve alive and painfully aware of the cooling sweat on his chest and groin and forehead. But his member felt still so unloved, completely useless, its efforts wasted aiming for someone that wasn’t there. His heart felt ready to burst out of his chest, and he could almost hear its frantic beating in the mortified silence. Slowly, it all came to an end as exhaustion gripped him again, and his body settled down. The pleasure washed over his body in fainter remnants until it was just a guilty, shameful memory.

[underground-secret]

The Hunter and the Witch ~ Dean Winchester x F!reader

Description: Some fluff and comfort, a secret quite moment between Dean and Y/N

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, mentions of death and funerals, very minor angst and comfort , not my gif

Tag list: @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld , @okayiamkassandra , @fablesrose

Word Count: 630

Authors note: Hi!! I decided to make half chapters which basically is just little blurbs and moments that happen between the chapters. These half chapters will still be entirely cannon, this way i can have the plot moving whilst also having little moments that i come up with. It’s also to hold u off between chapters.

Can you promise me?

(Master list, Previous Chapter, Next chapter)

The cold air surrounds me as I shut the motel door behind me quietly, the low click the only sound around other then the crickets.

I pocket the key in my pajama pants, turning to sit on the curb in front of my room, facing the parking lot, the moonlight shining on the Impala.

I crouch down further into myself both to hide from the cold but also in an attempt to disappear.

A puff of air flows in front of me as I exhale each fast breath, only further proof of the cold.

I regret not grabbing a sweater, coming out in only the cami I wore to bed and pajama pants. But when you're trying to flee, even if it’s from yourself, you forget about that sort of thing.

A blanket suddenly lands on my shoulders as well as familiar hands hugging it closer to me, “What are you doing out here?” Dean asks me, voice gravely laced from sleep as he zips up the sweater he was wearing. I must have not heard him exit his room.

“I could ask you the same question” I shoot back, smiling at him. I hold the blanket around my shoulders, only then realizing it was the halloween blanket Dean had bought me on our way to LA for Sammy. The fuzzy white blanket with pumpkins all over it immediately became my favorite.

“Something told me to come out here” He answers, taking a seat next to me on the curb.

“Nice intuition, did it also tell you to grab this blanket from the car?” I lean into him, our arms touching.

“Yes, though I didn’t get it from the car. You left it on my bed and I forgot to bring it to you.” He hums, wrapping an arm around my shoulder pulling me closer into him. It falls quiet, neither of us continuing the conversation.

The cool breeze blowing my messy hair behind me, the only conversation being between the crickets and cicadas.

“What’s got you out here, sweetheart?” He finally speaks up again, even though he already knows the answer.

I take a long breath in and then out, “I couldn’t sleep and when I eventually did…” I didn’t want to say it aloud, didn’t want to make it real.

He nods, squeezing me closer to him as he lets it fall quiet again for a beat, “You wanna talk about it?”

I half shrug, never liking to say it out loud but I know it will help so I say it anyway, “It started off the day my mom died, seeing her die or at least the way my brain thinks how it happened and then her funeral. How I couldn’t stop crying, how scared I was to lose someone I loved.” I breathe out my throat getting all tight the way it does when I’m about to cry.

“Then my dad dying and his funeral…I was watching myself lose everyone I love. Sam and then you, Dean. I hadn’t had a dream like that in so long” I choke out.

Dean doesn't say anything, only holds me closer and somehow even tighter.

“You won’t lose me…us” He corrects.

I sit up, moving back a half an inch to look at him, “You know you can’t promise that.”

“But i’ll try my damn hardest” His hands go up to my face cupping both my cheeks before moving his hands into my hair, bringing my head back to his chest. He kisses my forehead before tucking his chin on top of my head.

His heart beats steadily beneath me, and I wrap my arms around his torso letting him enclose me. I know he can’t promise the future but I want to believe him, and so I will.

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All Hail the Heartbreaker

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

Masterlist

Warning: this part is angsty as fuck. High school Jake is straight up a manipulative asshole.

Part 1 of 3

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Just his name could send your mind reeling and cause your breath to quicken. It always felt like an out of body experience.

He had known exactly what he was doing. He saw you for what you were, a shy, naive little girl pining away after the most popular boy in school. He saw his chance and he made his home inside your brain, cozied on up to your abandonment issues and your self esteem problems. He controlled you however he wanted since you grew to crave his attention. Any attention from him. For two years.

Jake used you however he saw fit. Whenever he saw fit.

“Did you do the homework last night, princess? Think I could take a peek at your answers real fast? Just want to check that you did it right. Wouldn’t want you to get a bad grade.”

“Darlin’, do you think you could stop by the store later for me on your way over? You said you got some money from babysitting the other day.”

“Baby, you know I love you so much, right? Why don’t you come over tonight and cook us some dinner instead of going to the movies with your friends? My parents went out tonight.”

“We should definitely be partners for that project, darlin’. I know you can get us an A.”

You didn’t want to see how he was treating you. You didn’t want to acknowledge his treatment or his lies.

Oh the lies.

“You know nobody will ever love you like I can?”

“Do your friends even care about you, darlin’? Doesn’t seem like it.”

“I’m just going to hang out with my buddies, princess. Nobody else will be there. Promise.”

“C’mon baby, you know I only have eyes for you. She was just asking about the homework.”

“We were just talkin’ in my room. Nothing to worry your pretty little mind over.”

“Why are you getting so upset? I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that.”

You’ll still never know the true extent of his lies.

You didn’t want to dig too far, afraid of what you might find.

You knew enough.

You were told enough.

You’d seen enough.

His friends felt bad for you. Told you that you didn’t deserve to be treated this way. You didn’t deserve to be lied to like this. You knew it had to be bad if some immature high school boys took the time to tell you.

You stopped by his house one day to drop a freshly baked pie off even though he wasn’t home. Jake’s father took you aside to make sure you knew this wasn’t how he raised his son. Jake wasn’t raised to treat anyone like this, let alone someone he supposedly loved.

His father told you to leave Jake. Told you that he can’t stand seeing his son hurt you like this.

You told his father and his friends that you had no idea what they were talking about but that was a lie. Deep down you knew. Deep down you’d known all along. You didn’t want to admit it. You so badly wanted this to work.

Why couldn’t the shy girl get the quarterback? Why couldn’t they fall in love and be high school sweethearts? Get married and have a bunch of kids. Why couldn’t someone like him be interested in someone like you?

Though you knew why. Other girls whispered exactly why to each other when they thought you couldn’t hear. You still pretended not to.

It was all a picture perfect dream come true for you until the edges started to fray and the colors faded.

You held on. You wanted it so badly but you also didn’t want to see the aftermath. When he was finally turned loose and was able to do what he wanted without hiding anything.

You knew what you had to do. You just didn’t want to. You needed an easier way.

So you convinced your parents that you had to move to college early. You had to move immediately after high school. You needed time to acclimate to your new state. Somehow they agreed. You’re not sure if it was some divine intervention or if somehow they had heard the whispers around town. It’s not like he hid what he was doing well and you lived in such a small town. Everyone was always in each other’s business.

Months ago you called your cousin crying when you started to think about what to do about Jake. Russel was your best friend. The two of you spent every summer together as children on your grandparent’s ranch. Thick as thieves your grandparents would say. Even though he was a few years older your friendship never wavered as you grew up. He was like your big brother.

Russ helped you to decide that the best course of action was to break it off and leave. That way you didn’t have to see what he does afterwards. You could be anywhere else. Doing anything else. And if you didn’t run into your friends or his friends nobody would tell you anything. Russ may have also convinced you that you needed to go to college at the same college he goes to . States away from Texas. Safe away from Texas.

So that’s what you did. The night before you left to head to your new school you broke it off with Jake.

He didn’t react much just shrugged it off. Told you that you weren’t that pretty anyways and that you never put out for him. Told you he planned to break up with you soon anyways before he headed to the Naval Academy. He couldn’t date someone like you when he went there. He needed to be dating someone more on his level and you just weren’t it. You’d never been it. If anything he pitied you and that’s why you two were dating.

You nodded and showed him the door quickly. You wouldn’t let him see you cry. He wouldn’t get that satisfaction.

Part 2

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Me and You Make Two

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 6.5K

Synopsis: The third and final part of Not Like Me. (That's all you get I don't want to ruin anything.)

A/N: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Here it is, I'll be posting and running away now... byeeee! Warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI, Strong language/swearing, dry humping, oral sex (m&f receiving), deep throating/ throat fucking, unprotected piv sex (please use condoms), cream pie/ cum shot, graphic violence, gun violence, character death, I think that's everything but if I missed anything please let me know and I'll add it to the warnings asap!

It had been a month since the incident with Mr. Tate. You still cringed thinking about what could have happened if Chris had not shown up, your mind always going to worst case scenarios. It got to where you started having nightmares about that day every now and then. You had also been seeing Chris more and, in that time, the two of you had grown closer but you hadn’t given your thing, whatever it was, a title. Still even with as close as you’d grown you didn’t tell him about the nightmares. They never happened when he slept over, you weren’t sure why. You were sleeping over at each other’s places more often than not, so you didn’t see the point in worrying him over it. They were just some bad dreams. You could handle it. 

Going to work was no longer dreaded and you were glad you got to enjoy your work again. You had always loved your job. One month after Mr. Tate was fired, Mr. Nealy called you into his office. At first you were terrified you were going to get fired although you weren’t sure for what exactly. That ended up not being the case anyway. Mr. Nealy wanted to promote you to Mr. Tate’s old position. You were shocked but gratefully accepted the position that included a private office and a considerable pay raise. 

Chris was so proud of you when you told him. He came over that night with some celebratory beers and cheeseburgers. Of course, after you ate and had a couple of beers you fucked each other's brains out and fell asleep tangled together, Chris clinging tightly to you like he always did. 

The next morning when you got up you found a little note Chris had left saying he had to get to work early but to text him later. You smiled at his name signed with xoxo. You showered and got ready for your first day in your new position. Mr. Nealy showed you to your office when you got to work and gave you the rundown of some of the duties you’d oversee. Suddenly it sounded like someone let off fireworks in the office, then screaming. Mr. Nealy peeked out the door, there were people running everywhere and more fireworks. He needed to get a handle on the situation. He turned to you. 

“It’s Mr. Tate, get under that desk young lady and don’t come out until I tell you to.” Your heart was racing, you were so scared. You crawled under the desk like Mr. Nealy told you to and you heard him open the door. The fireworks, which you now knew was actually gun fire, sounded closer. He pulled the door closed behind him and approached the disgruntled man wielding a gun and bag of ammo. You grabbed your phone from your pocket and dialed Chris’ number. He answered quickly. 

“Heyyy baby girl!” Your choked sob changed his demeanor immediately.  

“What’s wrong.” More gunshots went off as Mr. Tate, your old boss, shot Mr. Nealy. 

“Was that a gun?!” Chris sounded frantic. 

“What’s going on baby girl talk to me! Was that a gun? Are you safe?” You quietly choked back your tears and whispered into the phone. 

“In my office. Mr. Tate, is shooting everyone. I’m so scared Chris.” You cried quietly under your desk as the gunfire got closer and closer. Finally, you heard your office door get kicked open and you held back a squeak.  

“I know you’re in here gorgeous can smell that perfume of yours.” Chris could hear him, he whispered into the phone as he started to make his way towards your office building, he was only a couple blocks away. 

“Stay put baby girl I’m on my way. I’m gonna get you, okay? Stay there.” You shuddered and held your breath when you saw Mr. Tate’s shoes on the other side of your desk. 

“Hiding under the desk huh? Should I tell you about all the times I fanaticized having you under there.” You thought you would be sick. Chris was still listening in. ‘That mother fucker’ he thought to himself as he sprinted down the sidewalk dodging people. Mr. Tate made his way around the desk and pulled the chair out. When he saw you, he pointed the gun under the desk. You were suddenly looking down the barrel and you closed your eyes.  

“Come out from there pretty thing.” You crawled out from under the desk but left your phone underneath with Chris still on the line. 

“Baby girl? Baby? Y/N!?” Chris was almost to your building just a little further, he had to get there. 

“There she is. I see you dressed up today, trying to make a good first impression as the boss?” You quietly shook your head as tears welled up in your eyes.  

“Oh, so you dressed up for me then?” You shook your head no and took a step back. When you did, he pointed the gun at you, and you started to cry more. 

“Please, please Mr. Tate, please don’t hurt me.” Chris had sweat and tears running down his face as he heard you pleading with the deranged man.  

“Hold on baby girl hold on!” Mr. Tate took a step towards you. 

“On your knees.” You sobbed. 

“Pleas-” He yelled. 

“KNEES NOW!” You cried and knelt like he ordered you to. Chris was running up to your building that was surrounded by police. They stopped him. 

“You don’t understand I’m on the phone with my girl, she’s up there, she’s in danger someone has to help!” Chris spoke into the phone hoping you could hear him. 

“Help is on the way baby girl help is coming just hold on!” Mr. Tate aimed the gun at your head, you closed your eyes and tears streaked down your face. 

“I love you, Christopher.” A gunshot, then another, then silence. Chris screamed in agony, listening over the phone as you were executed.  

You were startled awake, the line between reality and your dream still a bit blurred. You quickly sat up gasping for air, trembling. Chris woke up as soon as you jumped in your sleep. Tears were welling up in your eyes. 

“What? What’s wrong!?” He pushed your hair away from your face and cupped each cheek in a hand. You shook your head. 

“I... I... thought, fuck it was so real!” You started crying. He hugged you close, stroking your hair. It startled Chris, he’d never seen you cry before. 

“Was it a nightmare? What happened?” You closed your eyes and shook your head hoping the images would disappear. 

“I don’t want to talk about it, just... not right now, please? Tomorrow.” Chris nodded and laid back with you in his arms. As you started to drift back off to sleep you mumbled. 

“So real. It was so real.” He held you closer, a little tighter, and kissed the top of your head. 

“You’re okay now beautiful. I won’t let anything happen to you.” When you woke up the next morning you were relived to find Chris still in bed with you although he had you in a bear hug from behind having worried about you until he too fell back asleep. When you moved his grip tightened around you and a groggy voice spoke up. 

“Mmmnoo, staaay.” You tried to pry yourself from Chris’ grip unsuccessfully. 

“I can’t it’s my first day as the supervisor, I have to set the example and be on time.” You turned in his arms facing him. His eyes weren’t even open yet and he was pouting, you shook your head at him and kissed his full lips. He tried to pull you in to deepen the kiss but you had to stop him. 

“I’ll miss the bus and be late if I don’t get in the shower now.” Chris loosened his grip allowing you to get up as he stretched and finally opened his eyes. 

“I’ll take you.” You smiled; he was always so willing to do things for you like that. 

“You get some rest, I can just take the bus like I normally do Chris it’s no big deal.” He flopped back on your bed shaking his head. 

“Nope, there’s no way I’m letting you ride the bus your first day as the boss. Go on take your shower and I’ll take you.” You ran over knelt on the bed and kissed Chris’ lips one more time before dashing off to take your shower. While you were in there letting the hot water cascade down you, you couldn’t help but remember your terrible nightmare from the night before. The sound of gunfire and screams, the image of looking at a gun pointed at you. You’d had some bad ones but that was the worst by far.

There was one other part of your dream you kept revisiting. You had told Chris you loved him. You were about to die and your last words to Chris were ‘I love you’. Did you? Did you love Chris? Love is a big word and you weren’t even his girlfriend. He hadn’t brought up the nightmare, so you debated telling him about it. You decided that if he asked, you’d tell him about the dreams but if he didn’t then you were just going to drop it. It had only happened once, probably nerves for your first day in your new position at work. That had to be it.  

You got out of the shower, dried off, and went to your room to finish getting ready for work. Chris was up starting tea for the two of you while you got dressed. Not long after he came in with a hot cup and set it down on the vanity you were sitting at. 

“Oolong with a little clover honey, thought you might want something sweet in case you had any nerves about your first day.” You picked up the hot mug and blew on it before taking a sip. It was a perfect start to your day, the floral notes of the tea and the clover honey played well together. 

“Mmm thanks Chris it’s perfect.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss you. His plump bottom lip fit so perfectly between yours. He stood up, smoothed some of your fly away hairs, then cupped your face and ran his thumb along your cheek as he looked at you. 

“You nervous?” You were but only because of your dream, the job wasn’t much different than before other than you’d be assigning work and cross-checking others, so you knew you’d be able to handle it easily, but that damned nightmare kept replaying in your head and those last three words. I love you. 

“y/n?” You had been in your head, you hadn’t answered Chris’ question. Your head popped up and you hummed. 

“Nervous? It’s okay to be.” You shook your head and took another sip of your tea before standing. You were about to walk off and finish getting ready but Chris caught your arm and gently pulled you to face him. 

“Hey baby girl, it’s me okay? You can tell me anything.” You nodded in understanding. 

“I know, it’s okay. I’m not nervous.” He looked at you a moment not entirely convinced but if you said you were okay then he had to take you at your word. He let go and let you get the rest of your things.  

When Chris pulled up to your office building to drop you off he put the car in park and you leaned over the console and kissed him. You held his face and turned your head; you kissed him like it might be your last time. He smiled after as he sat back in his seat. 

“What was that for?” You shrugged. 

“No reason. Thanks for bringing me to work.” You went to pull the handle of the car but before you could Chris was pulling you back for another heated kiss, lips and tongue, dancing, teasing. When he pulled back again you were breathless, eyes closed chewing your bottom lip. 

“What was that for?” You mimicked his previous question to you. He gave you that slick smile of his and leaned in close so he could whisper in your ear. 

“Because you’re fucking sexy.” He placed a wet kiss on your neck and you shivered. He pulled back smiling innocently, like he wasn’t pure sex seconds before. 

“Have a good first day boss lady.” You shook your head smiling at him as you got out of the car. 

“Bye Christopher.” You laughed. 

“Bye baby girl.” When you got up to your office Mr. Nealy was waiting to show you some of your responsibilities in your new role. It didn’t take long, and he was confident in your ability to navigate the job which is why he picked you in the first place. He was right of course the whole first half of the day ran like a well-oiled machine. You assigned reports for people to verify and then you cross checked their work. It was great. Everything was moving smoothly and then it was lunch. You decided to go out for lunch, the taco truck up the street was screaming your name. On your way there you called Chris. 

“Hey beautiful! How’s being boss going?” You laughed. 

“It’s going great, it’s been a really great day. Some of my people have found discrepancies and everything I’ve gone over has been perfect.” You were beaming, you were so happy, the nightmare you’d had the night before miles away from your thoughts at that point. 

“That’s great baby girl, I’m so proud of you.” You were glad he wasn’t there because you blushed when he said that. You weren’t sure why, he complimented you all the time, there was just something about saying that it felt very intimate. You still weren’t sure what you were to Chris or what he was supposed to be to you, but you knew he still had the ability to make butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

“Thanks Chris. I’m gonna grab some lunch I’ll talk to you later.” He said bye and you hung up with Chris just as it was your turn to order. You got two of your favorite and ate them on your walk back to the office. When you were walking into the building lobby you almost froze in your tracks. Sitting in the waiting area of the guest desk, was Mr. Tate and he didn’t look happy. You quickly ducked your head down and hurried to the elevators before he could see you.  

When the doors closed you let out the breath you’d been holding. It was just a coincidence he probably wasn’t even there to be seen at your company. There were multiple other businesses that used this professional building, he could be waiting for an interview with any of those places. It was just a random happenstance. You hurried to your office when you got up to your floor and tried to busy yourself to keep your mind off of the man waiting downstairs.  

About thirty minutes later you were just starting to calm down when you heard what sounded like raised voices. You stuck your head out of your office and everyone else was looking in the direction of one of the team meeting rooms, where the shouting was coming from. You listened and even though the voices were muffled through the door you recognized Mr. Tate’s voice as he continued to shout at Mr. Nealy. You couldn’t make out their conversation, but it was obvious Mr. Tate was upset. You went back into your office and shut the door. Your heart was racing. Why was he here? Why was he yelling? You remembered your nightmare and started to panic. You quickly took out your phone and called Chris. He answered on the second ring. 

“Hey beautiful I’m jus-” You took a shaky breath in and out trying to compose yourself before your words came out like vomit. 

“Chris, can you come get me?” You interrupted him and he could tell something was off. 

“What’s wrong are you okay?” You could still hear Mr. Tate shouting.  

“I’m scared Chris, please?” He didn’t need to hear another thing; he was already excusing himself from the bid meeting he’d stepped away from to take your call. 

“I’m on my way baby girl, okay? What’s going on? Tell me what’s happening.” You heard Mr. Tate’s voice get louder; the meeting room door had obviously been opened. You walked over by your desk. 

“Mr. Tate. He’s here shouting at Mr. Nealy.” You scrunched down under your desk just like in your nightmare, you were shaking. You could hear Chris’ car door open and shut and his engine start immediately after. 

“I’m so close baby I’m practically there, okay? Can you hear what they’re saying?” You started to quietly cry to yourself as you heard Mr. Tate’s voice getting closer and closer to your office. You sniffled and Chris sped. 

“N-no but the voices are getting closer.” Chris whipped into a parking spot, parked his car and started dashing up the stairs to your floor. Your door was opened and pushed hard enough to hit the wall. You jumped and let out a whine. 

“I’m- a----- th--- b-by—rl" Chris’s phone started to cut in and out because of the stairwell. You tried to be as quiet as possible. You covered your ears and buried your face in your knees blocking everything out. 

“There see she’s not even in here, just let me grab the damn thing and go before she comes back. You know I’d apologize to the girl if you gave me half a chance. I told you I’m in recovery now, making amends is part of it you realize.” Mr. Nealy looked into your office confused. He could have sworn he’d seen you come back from your lunch already. 

“I am glad that you’ve sought help Mr. Tate but you’ve done enough to that poor girl, just leave her be and make amends with yourself instead. Grab your heirloom and be on your way quickly.” Mr. Nealy was pulled away a moment by another employee as Mr. Tate walked around the desk and pulled out the chair to get what he needed out of the middle drawer. The silver cigar cutter he’d left that had been his father’s. As he closed the drawer he happened to look down and saw your feet poking out from under the desk. He knelt down and sure enough there you were, practically cowering under the desk. 

“Ms. y/l/n? What on earth are you...” He couldn’t finish his sentence before Chris was running into your office. 

“Back the fuck away from her!” Mr. Tate’s eyes went wide, and he backed away with his hands up as Mr. Nealy came back to make sure he had retrieved his item and was leaving. He was surprised to see Chris there. 

“Mr. Bang? What brings you to our offices today?” Mr. Nealy greeted Chris calmly and he was confused. 

“y/n she...” Instead of answering Mr. Nealy he went and knelt down where Mr. Tate had just been. He looked under your desk and saw you were scrunched up with your eyes closed tight and your hands over your ears. Chris called your name but you didn’t hear him, when he grabbed your wrist you jumped. As soon as you saw it was him you threw your arms around his neck, he pulled you out from under the desk onto his lap and you quietly cried. Mr. Nealy pressed his lips together tightly. 

“Mr. Tate if you have your belongings, it would be best if you left now.” He shook his head. He left and he left with the knowledge that he’d been so awful to you; you were now scared of him. Chris rocked you in his lap, running his hand through your hair, his lips pressed to the top of your head telling you everything was okay, that you were okay. 

“I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?” Mr. Nealy made his way around the desk and looked down at the two of you on the floor. 

“I’m terribly sorry about that. He had been calling asking about something he’d left; I didn’t think he would just show up like that.” Chris nodded; he knew it wasn’t his fault. Neither of them could have known you would react like that. 

“No, I understand, if it’s okay I’d like to get her home so she can get some rest.” Mr. Nealy nodded.  

“Yes of course.” He excused himself and Chris managed to get you calmed down enough to stand up and get to his car. Fear, just like every other emotion, in its rawest form was draining. You had to fight to keep your eyes open in the car, eventually losing the battle. Chris pulled up to his place and gently woke you. 

“Common let's get you into bed.” You nodded. Chris got out and hurried around to your side helping you out. When Chris’ apartment door clicked closed your arms were wrapped around him and your face buried in his chest. He squeezed you and rested his cheek on top of your head. 

“You wanna talk about it first? Or sleep first?” You nuzzled against him.  

“Sleep please?” He nodded. 

“Okay but after we talk yeah?” It was your turn to nod. 

“Will you lay with me?” How could he possibly say no. 

“Of course I will baby girl.” You both headed towards Chris’s bedroom. You sat on the edge of his bed as he fished through his t-shirt drawer, finally plucking one out for you to sleep in. You stepped out of your work clothes and kicked them aside on the floor.

You were standing there in your bra and panties sliding his shirt over your head and Chris could feel his heart flutter. You were so beautiful and his feelings for you were overwhelming at times but in the best ways. You crawled into his bed and when he climbed in you curled up close to him. Once Chris’ arms were around you, you were out in no time flat. 

It was late afternoon when Chris finally woke you up. He didn’t want you to skip dinner. You got up and he gave you a pair of his sweats to put on while he started to cook. You walked out of his room into the kitchen, and he laughed a little seeing you in his baggy clothes that all but swallowed you. He kissed your forehead as you walked up and wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“You’re kinda cute in my clothes.” You shook your head and rested it against Chris’ chest listening to his steady heartbeat. 

“Food smells good.” You turned your head and peeked at what was on the stove. Spaghetti. Chris let go of you with one arm to grab a big spoon and stir the sauce. He brought it up to his lips and blew on it and tasted it. He stirred the sauce again, getting another spoon full and blowing on it before offering you a taste for your opinion. 

“Need anything?” You shook your head and hummed in satisfaction. 

“That’s so good Chris, is it almost done?” He nodded. 

“Yep go ahead and sit at the table I’ll bring it out in just a second.” Moments later Chris brought you both a bowl out to the table and he sat with you to eat. When you were done Chris cleared the table and you curled up on his couch under a throw blanket. He came out to join you and he was glad to see you more relaxed, more yourself again. He sat down on the couch and you curled up next to him. You both sat there enjoying each other and the silence for a bit before you said anything. 

“I’m sorry Chris.” His brows furrowed. 

“For what baby girl?” You sat up, turned, and looked at him. 

“For making you worry, for making you leave your meeting, for freaking out for no reason.” He shook his head. 

“It wasn’t for no reason. You heard shouting, you were scared.” You shook your head. 

“I was scared because of that stupid nightmare; it wasn’t even real. I... I shouldn't have called you like that.” You went to pull away, but Chris stopped you and made you look at him. 

“Why not? Why wouldn’t you call me if you’re scared or in danger?” You weren’t sure how to say what you wanted. 

“Because you lost out on money leaving your meeting today and I... I’m just some girl who takes up space in your life. I’m not your responsibility and I shouldn’t put things like that on you.” Chris shook his head. 

“You are so much more than just someone that takes up space in my life and no meeting is more important than knowing you’re alright, that you’re safe.” You looked into his deep brown eyes. 

“Why?” Chris shook his head not understanding your question. 

“Why, is that the most important?” His face softened, he pushed a stray bit of your hair away and kissed you softly. 

“Because y/n, I think I’ve fallen in love with you.” You looked surprised that he said that and he had thought it was obvious. 

“What?!” His hand rested gently against your cheek. 

“I’m in love with you y/n.” He pulled you in and kissed you. 

“I love you baby girl.” He kissed you again. 

“I love you so fucking much y/n.” He attacked your lips this time, his mouth opening and his tongue exploring yours, his fingers weaved through your hair. You pulled away suddenly and Chris thought he may have scared you by saying the L word already. 

“What, what is it?” He asked concerned. You just shook your head in disbelief. Who were you? What had you done to make him love you? You weren’t special. Why did you deserve this incredibly kind and beautiful human’s love. You were just... you. 

“W-why?” He tilted his head like a confused puppy. 

“That seems to be your favorite question tonight beautiful. You want to know why I love you?” You nodded your head. Chris’ thumb traced across your cheek and he looked into your eyes as if he’d find his answer to your question if he just looked deep enough. 

“I love you because I know you slip the homeless man in front of your office building a twenty any chance you get, you don’t ask him if he will use it on drugs or food. You just give it to him because he needs it. I love you because you personally wrote thank you cards to every single one of your coworkers when they pitched in and threw a birthday party for you. I love you because you love that shitty pizza place up the street from your apartment and I firmly believe the only reason they’re still open is because of your obsession with their tikka masala pizza. Baby girl I love you because you’re not afraid to just be yourself. You’re confident, kind, and beautiful; what’s there not to fall in love with?” Tears rimmed your eyes. Yeah, you were just you but apparently that’s all Chris needed to fall in love with you. 

“You don’t have to say it back, I just-” 

“I do love you Christopher.” You interrupted him and he smiled at you, one of his dimples popping out. 

“You do?” You nodded. He was elated. He leaned in and kissed you. His plump lips and yours slotted together. When he broke the kiss he giggled and rubbed his nose gently against yours. 

“Does this mean you’re my girl now.” You smiled, you really liked hearing him call you that. You shook your head. 

“I think I’ve been your girl since the day we met.” He laughed, nodding his head in agreement.  

“That night is forever burned into my brain.” He confessed and you smirked at him. That night was an awakening for you. Just thinking back to it made you wet. You gently pushed against Chris’ chest, making him sit back on the couch as you climbed on his lap. His hands immediately finding purchase on your hips. Your hands cupped his face and you kissed him. Chris’ tongue and yours fought for dominance that neither could win. You made out and dry humped each other like it was the first time you’d ever touched each other. Your hips rolled and rubbed harder against Chris every time, driving him crazier and crazier. Chris grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger making you look him dead in the eyes. 

“Cum for me baby girl, baby, gah-fuck.” You moaned; your orgasm was creeping up on you quicker. The grip on your chin tightened bringing your eyes back to his. 

“Cum.” You threw yourself forward, wrapping your arms around Chris grinding against is painfully hard cock, riding out the waves of electricity that were making their way through your body while you moaned and gasped against his neck. 

“Chris... C-Chris... s-so,so good, feels s-so good.” Your words were breathy. As you came back down Chris grabbed the hem of the shirt you were wearing and pulled it up over your head, you lifted your arms assisting in its removal. You sat there glowing post orgasm, in the same bra that Chris had seen earlier. His fingers traced your bra cup before pulling it down and sucking on your nipple. He licked and gently sucked on it until it was perked then he pulled down the other cup freeing that breast as well. Pinching and rubbing that nipple before squeezing your breasts. 

“So sexy baby girl.” Your face burned the way he stared at your body, before you could get too embarrassed Chris gripped one of your ass cheeks in each hand, stood and lifted you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck laughing as he headed for his bedroom. 

“I’m perfectly capable of walking myself you know.” Chris’ teeth grazed your shoulder then his lips were pressed to your ear. 

“You won’t be by the time I’m done with you.” You clenched and your legs tightened around Chris’ waist. 

“Fuck, Chris... I... I want you.” You tried to pull him closer as if you could, gripping him tightly as you kissed him again. You never got enough of kissing his soft lips. 

“I’m yours baby girl, I’m yours.” He laid you down on his bed and peeled off his own shirt before climbing over your and claiming your lips again, his hands roaming your body. 

“God please touch me Chris.” He smirked against your skin and reached into the sweatpants you were wearing ghosting his fingers over your panties. 

“Where beautiful? Here?” Your hips moved seeking more of his touch. 

“Pleeease yes right there.” His fingers gently moved over your clothed slit making goosebumps erupt all over your body but still not giving you any of the satisfaction you wanted. He nipped and kissed at your neck as you squirmed underneath him. 

“Is my girl needy tonight? Do you want my fingers or my tongue beautiful.” His fingers grazed your panties again and you moaned. 

“Both...” He hummed, satisfied with your answer. 

“So greedy tonight too? That’s okay, if my girl wants both then my girl gets both.” Chris’ hands trailed down your body and his fingers hooked in the waistband of your sweatpants and underwear, pulling them down and off, tossing the useless items aside. He lined up with your cunt and gripped your hips, ready to devour you like a man on death row getting his last meal. The first swipe of his tongue through your folds was warm and wet and you wanted more. Your fingers tightened around Chris’ curls as you moaned his name. 

“Chris! Don't tease!” He wanted to drag it out make you beg but he was so eager to taste you, to make you scream his name. He buried his face between your legs, licking and sucking at your clit. He stuck his fingers in his mouth wetting them before sliding them inside you. Not that he needed to, you were absolutely soaked for him. 

“So wet baby girl, who’s got you dripping like this?” You bit your lip and looked down at him watching you as he pushed his fingers deeper inside you. 

“You do Chris, you fuck, please don’t stop. I’m so close.” He drank you in and finger fucked you pushing you closer and closer. When your hips just couldn’t stay still Chris held you down and hummed against your pussy as he sucked on your clit. 

“Oh fuck Chris! I’m coming, go-fuck I’m coming!” Instead of slowing down Chris kept going at your cunt, now coated in your arousal until you finally had to grip his hair tightly and pull his head away as you pulled back. Your legs were shaking and you were breathing heavily. Chris pulled you back towards him and started placing the softest kisses on the insides of your thighs. 

“Taste so good. Love it when you say my name like that beautiful, makes my dick so hard.” Chris got up and slid his underwear and basketball shorts down. Every time you saw Chris’ cock hard for you it made your mouth water. You sat up and took off your bra before crawling over to the edge of the bed. Chris knew where this was heading as you licked your lips and looked at him like a bowl of ice cream. You didn’t waste any time, as soon as you had grabbed his dick your mouth was on it. Chris tilted his head back and moaned as he thread his fingers through your hair and you took more and more of his cock. When he started to hit the back of your throat making you gag you just took more letting him thrust and fuck your throat. When you finally came up for a deep breath you were panting and covered in your own saliva.  

“So fucking sexy when you choke on me like that baby girl. You like when I fuck your throat?” You nodded looking up at him with those sweet eyes of yours, he pushed the hair he’d mussed away from your face. You don’t know why but you did enjoy it. Every time you gagged on him or he fucked your throat your pussy would practically drip. Chris was always one to surprise you in the bedroom usually but tonight you had a trick up your own sleeve. You laid down on the bed on your back, your head hanging over the edge. 

“Fuck my throat Chris, go as deep as you want.” This was another one of those times that Chris had to stop and collect himself before he lost his mind.  

“Are you sure that’s what you want baby girl.” You nodded. 

“Want to make you feel good it makes me so wet when you moan.” You opened your mouth and Chris slid his cock in, you wrapped your lips around him and hummed giving him permission to go deeper. He gently held your jaw as he started to thrust deeper into your throat. You ran your fingertips up and down Chris’ thighs grabbing his ass and squeezing before pushing him even further down your throat.  

“Fuck you like it when I fuck your mouth baby? Hmm?” You moaned around his cock and it sent chills down Chris’ spine. He leaned over and started playing with your pussy as he continued to face fuck you. The more he teased your clit the louder the moans around his dick became. Finally it got to the point Chris couldn’t take it anymore.  

“I’ve got to be inside this pussy baby come here.” He pulled out and spun you around, crawling on top of you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He went to reach for a condom in his nightstand and you stopped him. 

“You... I mean... I’m on birth control so... if you don’t want to... you know... that’s okay with me.” Chris looked at you and spoke softly. 

“Are you sure? It doesn’t bother me either way.” You nodded. 

“You’re my man right?” Chris smiled and shook his head. 

“I’m your man baby girl.” You wrapped your legs around him tighter. 

“Then fuck me like you are.” Chris smirked at you and then grabbed his dick rubbing it up and down your slick folds both of you moaning out in pleasure at the warm contact. Chris lined up his cock with your entrance and leaned over kissing your lips softly as he pushed the tip of his cock inside you. When he was fully buried inside you he let out a breath. 

“Fuck, I love you y/n.” You ran your fingers through Chris’ hair and then gently down his face taking in all the beautiful lines of his strong jaw and broad nose, your heart swelled knowing this beautiful creature both inside and out, loved you. You leaned up and kissed him. 

“I love you too Christopher.” You gently dug your heel into his ass cheek urging him to move. 

“Please baby, fuck me, need you.” Chris didn’t need to be asked twice he pulled out and pushed in harder and faster the feeling of you raw around his cock felt unreal, so warm and wet. He fucked you harder and you started to pinch and play with your nipples as Chris gripped your hips and pumped himself in and out, in and out. Sweat started beading around his temples and forehead and his face was flushed and pink. You could hardly stand the sight of this gorgeous man losing himself on top of you. Chris started to roll his hips and rubbed your clit with his thumb edging you closer and closer to the precipice.  

“Chris... I... I... fuck! Harder fuck me harder!” He slammed his hips into yours and you started to cum, your walls quivered around Chris’ dick, the feeling sending him straight into his own orgasm. 

“Oh fuck y/n god I’m coming baby I’m coming.” He pulled out and streaks of his cum shot across your pussy and belly as it started to drip from your cunt. Chris collapsed on you, sweaty and out of breath, the weight of his body comforting like a weighted blanket. You wrapped your arms around him and gently ran your fingertips up and down his back, through his curls. Soothing him. After a few minutes of just lying there with each other Chris got up and let you up so you could both get showered and ready for bed. After you crawled in bed next to Chris, he pulled you close. 

“Hope you don’t mind I get cuddly after I cum.” You laughed shaking your head as Chris giggled and clung to you just like he always did. You nuzzled in close and as you both drifted off to sleep you wondered just how much one man could surprise you, how much your man could surprise you. 

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Alma Peregrine x Reader- kitchen chaos 

Y/n pov

“Hugh! Stop it, you’re getting it everywhere!” I let out a sigh as I grab the bowl with half of the pie dough left in it and puts it on the counter. 

“Go and take a bath, I’ll clean up this mess” I muttered as I looked around the kitchen, how can one boy cover the hole kitchen in pie dough? And how can you fail so spectacularly in making said dough? Even myself is covered in the sticky mess, I grab the cleaning stuff and start working on the mess. 

Finally after an hour of scrubbing the kitchen is finally clean so we can cook dinner, i sigh and head upstairs and change my clothes to clean once and head downstairs. Standing in shock at the doorway to the kitchen as I see flour, eggs and milk all over the counter and floor, Clare standing on a kitchen chair covered in the stuff and Millard, Emma and Olive only covered in flour. 

“What happened in here? I was gone for five minutes” 

“Ops we are baking cookies but we’re out of flour and eggs” Emma explains giggling as Millard continues the catastrophe. I sigh heavily and put Clare back on the floor. 

“Emma give Clare a bath and clean up yourself. Olive and Millard go clean yourselves up and head down to the village and get four eggs and a pack of flour, of you go” 

After they scurry out I repeat the process of cleaning the kitchen AGAIN before starting dinner, hearing a small explosion behind me and feeling the back of my shirt being covered with a wet and sticky substance. Wiping my head around I se Enoch with a smirk on his face with one of his little alive thighs with an empty catapult arm. 

“What did you throw on me Enoch? Why are you throwing things at me anyway?”

“Oh just some water and cornstarch, I wanted to test my creation” 

“You had to do that on me? And why that mixture? It’s horrible to try to wash out of clothes”

“Because it’s thick and heavy”

“………*-*………go to your room immediately”

Finishing dinner and putting it on the table, getting Alma from her office and changing clothes AGAIN, we finally sit down for dinner. I just pick at my food as the others eat, having lots my appetite completely and being bone tired. 

“Why aren’t you eating dear?”

“Mmmm not hungry”

“Are you sure? You didn’t eat much for lunch”

“I’m sure love”

Me and Alma have our quiet conversation as the children eat. 

Alma and I stay a little later at the table talking with each other as the children put their dishes in the kitchen, as me and Alma enter the kitchen afterwards I can’t help myself, and luckily there were no children around. 

“How the f*ck can they get the kitchen so messy?! All it takes is FIVE minutes and there is food on the ceiling, a book it the fridge and milk in the cupboard! HOW!” Alma slammed her hand over my mouth. 

“Clean this up and then go to our room, your sleeping on the loveseat tonight” She practically growled as her blue eyes turned cold, doing as my wife tells me without a word as she goes to the children for the movie. Tears prickled in the corner of my eyes as I wipe off the counter and wash the plates, when I’m done I simply turn into a fox and run silently upstairs with my tail between my legs. Curling up in the corner of the room under the dresser, together with the cobwebs and a small spider I don’t even bother getting outside I fall asleep. 

Alma’s pov

Cursing at the children really? That was low and unjustified of them, they didn’t even have a reason! Yes the children mess the kitchen up occasionally but that’s nothing to curs about! I lean against the doorframe as I angrily puff on my pipe as Horse shows his dreams, it’s the usual clothes and stuff. After that we head out to reset, I feel someone tug on my skirt. 

“Yes Clare?”

“Why isn’t Mx Fox here? They’re always here!” Smiling softly and pulling out my pocket watch. 

“They said some bad words about the kitchen before, so they have to go to bed early” Enoch chuckled 

“That’s the second time they have cleaned the kitchen today” 

“No….if they cleaned up after you then that’s three times” Emma chimes in and my eyes widen a little. 

“No! Four times! I accidentally messed the kitchen up too” Hugh says as he scratches the back of his neck, my eyes are probably the size of plates and I nearly mess up the reset. 

“FOUR TIMES?!” I look at the children in shock. 

“Get ready for bed, now” I quickly walked inside and upstairs to our bedroom, opening the door quickly and looking around. Not here? I check the bathroom, hallway, library, kitchen and living room, looking under every furniture. Why do they have to be so good at hiding? I walk back to our bedroom and look everywhere i can think of, finally I find them in the corner under the dresser curl up in a tight ball…. I grab a pillow and blanket and lay down outside the dresser looking at them sadly.

“Love?……….baby?……..please come out….” Slowly reaching under the dresser and rubbing my finger gently over their snout as they slowly blink their eyes open 

Y/n pov

Blinking my eyes open and seeing Alma laying on the floor, a sad smile on her face as she gently scratches the top of my head. 

“Please baby can you come out? I’m sorry for earlier…..I should have asked you why you reacted like that…” Hesitantly crawling out and into her arms as she picks me up into her arms and hugs me tightly. 

“I’m so sorry love, i didn’t know what had happened. Do you feel up to saying good night to the children?” Contemplating for a bit before getting out of her arms and transforming into my human state and offering a hand for Alma to get up. 

“Just….please don’t look at me with those cold eyes again” I whisper before going to the children to tuck them in and say good night. As I return to our bedroom i see Alma standing in her nightgown with a small smile as she pulls me to the bed and makes me sit down as she changes me into my pjs before laying me down, tucking me in with my green frog stuffy and spooning me from behind. 

“You can be your adorable little orange fur ball if you want” she whispered in my ear, well I’m in heaven. How can someone be so comfortable? Snuggling close to her as I fall asleep. 

In the morning i sleep in a little while Alma scolds the children on proper ways to be in the kitchen and how to clean it after themselves, the bird was quite angry. 

A little sad but fluffy in the end. I’ve had no good ideas for stories lately so I gave you what was good enough of my many failed attempts, I hope it’s good enough and feel welcome to request ideas you want to read about. -Tiger

[sofasoap]

Love at first sight - 4

Pairing: Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra x F!reader ( aka Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Unintentional exposures. leading to embarrassments. Part I, Part 2, Part 3,  Part 5 ,Part 6,Epilogue

Warning: Mature rating. Talk about adult-ish stuff. A/N: Thanks to @kaplerrr helping me with Spanish words :) and @jynxmirage,@random-thot-generator,@okayyadriana for Rudy Thot thoughts.

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse

It’s been seven months. Seven months. Since the Taskforce left Mexico. Since you turned him down and left him. 

Just as he was about to summon his courage up and confess to you (after a bit of nudge and push from his hermano ) you shot him down completely. The pain that you both felt that night. Heartbroken.

“It’s better we stay as friends.”

Does that mean you had feelings for him too? He kept asking himself after that night. The way you sank into his embrace as you cried, like it was the last thing you will ever feel in this world. 

He can still feel your warmth from that night. The shape of your curve, the calming scent of you. 

Night after night, the dreams he had, you running through the field, smiling at him, or welcoming him home after a long tiring day, with your children jumping up and down, demanding their papá’s attention. 

And not so innocent ones. Your angelic voice whimpers as he slowly thrusts into you, or sweet mouth of yours wrapping around his hardened length, eagerly to please him. 

Where he wakes up in the morning, alone in the bed, with a throbbing ache that cannot be soothed. Even standing under the icy cold showers for a long time. 

Now he stands in his room, after a long hard training session, checking messages and scrolling through the contact list, finding the phone number of his cousin his mother wanted to get in touch with. That’s when he spotted your name.

His finger hovers over it. Itching to press the message or call button, wanting to check up on you. See how you are doing. Hearing your voice. 

“But.. friends can still keep in touch right?”You didn’t decline his offer to stay in touch. But the look on your face says it all. You will prefer not to. Why prolong the pain of pinning for each other while we can just cut the connection out once for all, and move on?

Letting out a sigh, he threw his phone onto the bed. He should just go have a shower and calm his disarranged brain. 

He started stripping himself off his uniform, throwing it all into the laundry basket, ready for the wash later that night.

That’s when he heard a scream coming out from his phone.

Rubbing your eyes as you finish writing the last bit of your report. You were exhausted. Drained. Self inflicted really. Anything to get your mind off about Mexico. Or Rudy.

Burning yourself out isn’t the way to go. Your professional side tells you. How many times you have scolded the boys, especially Simon when he is still up at 2 in the morning, sitting in the common room, drinking tea and staring into the dark of the night. Until you push him back into his room, threaten to dob him in with Price. Or even worse, getting Soap to whip his ass. 

Gaz has been fussing about how the two of you haven’t had your regular catch up session anymore since you buried yourself into work. He had a fair idea of what was running through your mind, but knowing you, he knows it's better not to press for information. Him and Price drop in every now and then into the infirmary with your favourite coffee and biscuit, forcing you to take breaks. 

Soap gives you a look when your body stiffens at the announcement of a possible mission with the Los Vaqueros, meaning time to head back to Mexico again. Your mind already running and listing all the plausible excuses you can dish out for not joining the mission, but you know they will be immediately declined. Maybe you can just hide in the infirmary. Or maybe you can just go hide in the mountain, going through the trails that Alejandro used to run around as a kid.  Probably not a good idea.you will be charged as a deserter. Price will give you the whole “ I-am-disappointed-in-you.” Dad talk if you really go up to him and beg for it. And that is the last thing you want. To let your whole team down. Little shrilling tone interrupts you from your excuse making dreams.Blindly grabbing the phone sitting on the desk as you hearing it ringing, you press the receive button without looking at the caller first, That is when you see a very well toned butt and muscular thigh popped up on the screen. 

You let out a very undignified scream.  The unidentified caller quickly turned around and stared at their phone with horror in their face. 

RUDY????

He screamed because you were screaming

 "AH MIERDA, YO-.. Ay Dios Mío ayúdame, que vergüenza.."He let out a stream of curses and exclaims as he scrambled to pick the phone back up and tried to cover himself up with the blanket at the same time. Unfortunately that only made things worse. The phone proceeds to drop onto the ground, directly in between his feet, camera aiming right at his private part. 

“RODOLFO PARRA!!! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!!!” You shrieked as you covered your face up, trying hard not to look at the phone screen. “I .. I am so sorry. Ahhh….” Grabbing what he can from the tall boy, he manages to pull out a t-shirt and pair of shorts. Quickly donning the clothes on,“Um, I , I am decent, you can open your eyes..”  he stammered.

He can see you slowly lowering your hands from your eyes, clearly embarrassed and mortified from what you have seen. Never in his life does he want to throw himself off a cliff so much. Or maybe heading straight into a gunfire into a group of cartel probably will be a better situation to be than this. 

You still stare at him with wide eyes, hand covering half of your face. Not saying a word. What are you thinking? It was a pure accident. He must have accidently pressed the call button when he threw the phones onto the bed. Talk about timing.

“So. Um, how are you?” He cringed. 

“Could be better.” you admitted. He wondered. Were you missing him as well? Or were you making references to the incident that just happened.

“I am sorry. It was an. Ah. accident. I promise.”  Rubbing the back of his neck, eyes darting away, he couldn't apologise enough.

Shaking your head, you let out a little chuckle. “It’s ok. I believe you.” he can see you were ready to say something more when your attention turned to someone off screen.

“No.. No, I am fine. Um. yea I saw a bug. Shoo. Go.”  Rolling your eyes as you try to wave the person offscreen out of the room.

“Sorry. That was Johnny. He heard my scream.” You pull your legs up, curling into the chair, making yourself comfortable as you turn your attention back to him. “Has something happened? Why did you call? How is Ale and the rest of the team? Your family?” you shot out all the questions in one go, worrying something has gone wrong, reason for the call.

“ Oh, no. I, it was a mistake, I must have pressed the wrong button when I put my phone down. I was about to go shower. Everyone is fine, my Mamá and sisters always ask about you.” he can feel his face and tip of his ears starting to heat up again. You pulled an apologetic smile as he mentioned about the family  “I didn’t have time to thank them properly after that night… “ you trailed off, mind seems to wander. After a few seconds you caught yourself and shook your head, letting out a yawn. “I am sorry. I'm a bit tired. How rude of me.” 

He looked at the time and mentally calculates the differences. 

“ Isn’t it nearly midnight over there? I better let you go. Get some rest. Again I am sorry for the, um, unintended exposure.” Rudy apologises again. He hopes no one will ever find out about the awkward incident. 

You laughed a little as you pressed your palm to your face, thinking back to the embarrassing moment. “ Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” His eyes softened. He misses your laugh. He missed that smile. He misses you so much. 

He just can’t let you go. “Hey Mini.”

“Yes Rudy?” Just as you were about to hang up, he summoned up the courage. He is not going to shy away again. 

“I miss you.”

He can see your flash of sadness in your eyes. Looking down, biting your lip before you close your eyes and opening them up again with a glint of tears, you reach to touch his face on the screen. 

“I miss you too.”

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[romancingromanoff]

Night Terrors

Andromache the Scythian x f!reader

I decided to create a series of loosely related one shots for Andromache (my beloved). Here’s part 1 

Summary: A revisit to your past and you learn about an old member

TW: Mentions of child abuse, torture, choking, drowning

Word count: 2,437

After a long day of training you were completely spent. Already feeling the soreness start to settle in while you ate dinner with the team, you went straight to bed after that. It hadn’t taken very long for you to drift off into the realm of dreams.

Nicky and Joe were the first to notice you thrashing in your sleep. The two were trying to inconspicuously sneak back inside the safe house late at night when they heard some concerning noises coming from the corner where your mattress was.

You took a deep gasp of air as you were pulled up to a sitting position, a firm hand supporting your upper back. Could it be her? It was too dark to register anything besides the lingering sense of danger that wafted around you.

“Stop! Don’t touch me!” Desperately trying to get away from your assailant, you threw yourself out of bed and painfully landed on your left shoulder.

“Y/N, it’s us, Nicky and Joe. You’re safe, kid. It was just a bad dream.”

Once you were able to recognize the two pairs of eyes nervously staring at you the panic began to subside. You were awake and it was only a nightmare.

“Let me help you up.” Joe reached out for your hand but both of yours immediately grabbed at your own throat. It still felt like she was suffocating you. Nicky turned the lights on causing you to shield your eyes from their brightness.

“Is everything okay?” Your head shot up right as Andy burst in on the scene, the right side of her head had a few hairs sticking up and her eyes looked slightly groggy. They seemed to widen when she caught sight of you on the floor. “Y/N! What happened?”

“I-I…”

“Is everyone alright?” Booker nearly tripped into the room but caught himself and leaned on the back of the couch. “If it’s another spider I really don’t want to deal with it. I had to kill the last one.”

“Y/N was having a nightmare,” Joe explained and the Frenchman’s expression seemed to change.

“What did you see, kid?”

The clashing realities began to slowly fade with every breath you took. Still, the muffled voice of the strange woman rang in your ear. Andy whispered something soft and comforting in your other one. It was a language you didn’t recognize.

Andy, oh sweet Andy. Your ruthless leader. Only a few hours ago she shared a story about the time she took out a dozen assassins with just a leather belt and some duct tape. Now here she was rubbing small circles against your back and holding your hand to stop you from hurting yourself any further. You glanced at each of your other team members and noticed how silent it had become, yet none of them pushed you to talk. All they offered you was unwavering patience and understanding. Wiping the tears from your face, you eventually spoke as your grasp on reality strengthened.

“My mother. She choked me for so long once when I was seventeen that I nearly died. It felt so real though.”

There’s a shift from each of your teammates at your confession, each one slightly different with how they react. Joe shakes his head in disgust and his lips form a thin flat line. Booker’s face breaks and he gazes at you with pity. Nicky sighs deeply, you think he might try to reach out to you at that moment but he holds himself back. By now they know how easily triggered you are by touch even if you trust them.

Andy was the one to rest her hand on your shoulder. Only she was allowed right now. You could tell it was hers before she even made full contact. When you faced her, it reminded you of the first time you had met and she had promised to protect you. She looked more determined now than ever.

She squeezed your shoulder ever so gently and you knew you were safe.

“I could’ve sworn I was back there reliving that exact moment and then… it switched.”

In your dream, you began to lose consciousness as your mother continued to grip at your life force and dark patches blurred your vision. But instead of the light returning as oxygen once again filled your lungs like it had in the moment, the darkness became all encompassing. You weren’t simply imagining it was there, you could feel that nothing but pitch black blanket stretched on for miles in every direction. And though you’d never swam in the sea, you knew exactly where you were.

“I saw a woman trapped in a giant metal coffin at the bottom of the ocean. She kept drowning and coming back, drowning and coming back all alone in the darkness. It was like I could feel her anger, her rage.”

The other immortals exchanged knowing glances which made you worried. A thick silence hung in the air, allowing the nerves to creep back up your spine.

“Did I… Did I say something wrong?”

“No, of course not,” Joe assured you while Book and Nicky quickly joined in. “We’re glad you told us, Y/N.”

But Andy suddenly seemed a million miles away.

They tell you all about Quynh and the events that transpired during the witch trials, the decades they spent searching for anyone who might know where she was, only for all of their efforts to end with the same results. The mere thought of having to endure such never-ending suffering with no hope of escaping the cycle makes purgatory itself seem merciful and brief.

“It’s why we fear capture,” Nicky says. “It’s also why Andy blames herself after all of these years.”

“Why do you blame yourself?”

“I lost a soldier,” Andy’s voice pools with guilt and it stings you to see her torment herself in such a way. “My job is to protect everyone on the team and I couldn’t do that.” There’s a bitterness in her expression you tell yourself not to take personally. With everything she’s been through and all the stories she’s told, this one is laced with the most regret.

This time it’s you who reaches out and grabs her hand. “I would never presume to understand exactly how you feel but we’re immortal, Andy. That doesn’t mean we’re all-powerful or perfect. You tried harder than anyone else could have ever done.”

You don’t know if your words make any real difference but you are glad to have spoken your truth. While Andy and the three guys exchanged some short comments, you began to struggle to keep your eyes open as the realm of sleep tried to drag you back under. The Scythian cooed something in your ear, bringing you closer to her, and you quickly gave in.

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Things had finally settled down as you slept soundly in Andy’s arms, a warm smile graced her face as she thoughtlessly stroked your hair. None of the guys had ever expected to see her as domestic as she looked while watching over you.

“Was I the only one that was hesitant about her at first?” Booker asked, although it was more likely he was simply thinking out loud. “I mean about her being one of us despite not being a fighter in a traditional sense?”

“I was worried too,” Joe admitted as he intertwined his fingers with Nicky’s. “I feel terrible about it now since it’s clear how much we need her in the group.”

Andy, only half paying attention to the conversation up until that point, curiously weighed the words Joe subtly tried to direct at her.

“Just don’t make her wait too long to tell her how you feel,” Joe smiled, bringing up the back of Nicky’s hand to his mouth so he could kiss it. His eyes knowingly sparkled at Andy the entire time. “I have no doubt she’s the type that’s quite perceptive until it comes to someone else having feelings for her.”

“I believe Andy should simply follow her heart. As should Y/N,” Booker chimes in. “They’ll come together at the right time if it’s meant to be.”

“That’s a rather romantic way of looking at it!” Nicky was thoroughly impressed.

Booker simply shrugged. “I may not get as much practice as you and Joe but I’d like to think I’m not as rusty as this one over here.”

All three of them turned to look at Andy as their leader tried to remain still and unbothered. She did have to admit that it was difficult for her to get angry when you were resting against her.

“Are you actually calling me old, Book?” There was an edge of warning in her voice without any actual concrete threat. She was more than aware of how long it had been since she’d had feelings for someone and it was somewhat intimidating to face. Nothing had been confessed and yet she was already terrified of losing you.

“Of course I don’t mean it like that, capitaine. But I agree with Joe. Sweet and subtle will most likely fly straight over her head.”

“Not really all that straight.” Nicky murmured under his breath before chuckling at his own joke.

“Still, you should do whatever you feel is right,” Booker continued but shot the Italian a quick glance. “Don’t do something because you think Joe, or Nicky, or even I might do it in your position. She already likes you so all you have to do is be yourself.”

It was more than just a little cliche. She hated how oftentimes the best advice usually was.

“If I say I won’t wait more than a hundred years then could we please end this discussion? She’s finally sleeping, no thanks to your conversation, and I’d like for her to get as much rest as possible.”

None of them looked fully satisfied with her answer but they could all at least agree that it was best to let you sleep.

“Whatever you say, boss.”

“Good night.”

“Sweet dreams.”

The lights were turned off and Andy carefully tried to settle down with you. She planned to stay awake, to make sure that you were properly guarded and could sleep peacefully. But the steady sounds of your breathing and beating of your heart eventually lulled her to sleep as well.

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“Good morning.” You gradually opened your eyes to the sight of Andy sitting up next to you in bed. The smell of eggs wafted in the air from the next room over. “We let you sleep in for a little bit but didn’t want you to get a cold breakfast. The food should be ready soon. I trust you got some better sleep?”  

You nodded, sitting up and feeling a bit awkward that Andy was still in your bed. Had she been there the rest of the night? “Yeah, I had a nice dream actually. I was on a white sand beach that was surrounded by cliffs with all sorts of tropical flowers growing around them. Have you ever been to a place like that?” You purposefully left out the details regarding Andy kissing you as the sun set. That was one thing she didn’t need to know about.

“Yes,” she nodded as a pleasant memory appeared to pass through her mind. Still, there was also a speck of sadness that shone in her eyes. “There are some that perfectly match that description in Greece, Thailand, Brazil. I’ve visited my fair share and the views never disappoint. Add some good company and it makes the trip all the better.”

You wondered who she was thinking about; what memories they might have shared together.

“I’ve actually never seen the ocean,” you confessed. “My mother is terrified of the water because a boy she went to school with in her childhood drowned in a lake one summer. She forbade me from ever going near it, even though I’ve wanted to learn how to swim since I first learned about mermaids.”

“You would still want to go? After your nightmare and seeing what happened to Quynh you’re not feeling hesitant at all about the ocean?”

“No, I don’t think so,” you admitted and pondered at the question. “That was terrifying, don’t get me wrong, but there’s a good and bad side to everything, right? Besides, I don’t want fear to control me anymore. Not like how I was with my mother.”

Andy studied you with such intensity, giving you the perfect opportunity to get lost in her eyes once more. You knew that you could stare at her forever. But what could she possibly be thinking about while gazing at you so intently? You honestly had no clue and when you were so ordinary. The only thing you were certain of was that she looked at you like you meant something. And to mean something to her was the best feeling in the world.

She looked like she wanted to say something but ultimately decided against it.

Instead, she cleared her throat, bringing the both of you back to the moment. “Alright, it’s decided then. I’ll teach you how to swim then. It should really be a part of your training anyway and after you’ve got it down I’ll take you to the beach from your dream.”

She sounded completely serious yet it took you by surprise. “Do you mean that?”

“Of course. I promise it will have everything you imagine aside from mermaids.”

“Aw, I mean I understand but it’s still somewhat disappointing. I was really looking forward to being serenaded by a siren that may or may not try to kill me.”

The Scythian chuckled. “I can already tell you that you don’t want to hear me try to sing.”

You raised an eyebrow at that. “Actually, that only makes me more curious. After having 6,000 years to practice you cannot possibly be that bad!”

“I’m afraid I sound so bad that it makes all the dogs bark.”

“One day, I’ll get you to sing,” you shoot Andy a look showing that you’re nothing but serious. “You can’t say ‘no’ to me forever. You’ll cave in eventually, I promise.”

“Breakfast is ready!” You could hear Booker exclaim from the kitchen.

As you turned to leave and grab some food, you didn’t notice the soft pair of green eyes following you or how Andy couldn’t seem to move after hearing what you said. There had been nothing but truth to your words and she knew if you asked her to sing or throw herself off a mountain she would do either if it could make you happy.

[wardenparker]

Full Moon Fury

Frankie Morales x female Reader x Benny Miller A Sequel to Moonlight Madness Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: E for Explicit, my friends. 18+ (just like the rest of my blog) Word Count: 14k Warnings: **Writers are choosing not to disclose all warnings to avoid spoilers for the ending!** This is a MMF relationship! If that doesn’t appeal to you, then just scroll away right now. Cursing, food/alcohol. Fluff/flirting, dirty talk, MM sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), masturbation (m and f), anal play, anal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, group sex (MMF), sex toys, slight voyeurism, monster fucking, anal sex, FEELINGS. Summary: On the one-year anniversary of the night Benny found out that Frankie is a werewolf, Frankie thinks that there is something wicked in the air. But you and Benny just think Frankie is being paranoid. Notes: Happy Halloween! For the last day of Spooktober we are indulging in a little monster fucking. Enjoy! 🐺🧡🎃

Three days before the change is when Frankie starts to worry. Of course, worrying is something that he always does. For him, there are still too many risks involved with what he has become not to worry. Especially now that there is more than one person he needs to worry about. His sense of smell is more acute right now, eyes opening through the fog of sleep and the musky smell of sleep and slight tinge of sweat makes him curl closer to the body that is in front of him. Both of you are still asleep, Benny wrapped around you from the other side, making you the burrito that you had wanted, and your leg is kicked out from the covers for it. With a werewolf and a Benny in bed with you, the joke was you didn't need covers. He reaches out and caresses your face, then Benny's shoulder - his head is tucked against the back of your neck - with a soft smile that slips into a frown. Wondering if he should maybe ask you two to stay upstairs tonight for the millionth time in the last two days.

The dip and sway of the bed when one of the guys moves always jostles you out of your dreams a little. You've always been a bit of a light sleeper and with two men beside you in bed the difference between being snuggled up warm and safe, and missing some of that comforting presence beside you, is very pronounced. One eye cracks open in time to see Frankie slip out from under the blanket with his back to you and you pout. "Frankieeee..." Even quietly, you whine his name, reaching out to get him to turn around. It's Saturday and it's going to be a full moon tonight. There's no need to get out of bed so early.

“Hey baby.” Frankie can’t help but smile as he twists around to look at you. Still gorgeous even tousled with sleep and barely awake. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. Snuggle into Ben.”

"Come back to bed, baby." Weekends are for being greedy, at least in your opinion. Both of your boys in bed beside you, cuddles for everyone and plenty of lazing around in each other's arms. As much as you all joke about needing coffee to function, it's obvious that waking up together helps the day start more perfectly than anything else. Even caffeine.

He can’t resist when you turn those eyes on him, swinging his feet back under the covers, he’s greedy and immediately wraps his arms around you. His hands curl against Benny’s stomach and makes him grunt, shifting closer to his touch.

Benny is significantly harder to wake than either you or Frankie, but it's like he knows subconsciously that he's missing out on cuddles because the second you sink into Frankie for that first kiss of the morning, you feel Benny's hand grip your hip lightly. He squeezes slightly before reaching past you and finding Frankie's thigh with his long fingers.

Frankie chuckles against your mouth, feeling slightly less anxious as he kisses you. His free hand covering Benny’s so he is connected to both of you, grounding himself in you.

"Morning," Benny croaks, clearing the sleep from his throat and pressing a blind kiss to your shoulder before peeling his eyes open to see you and Frankie tangled up in each other already. "No fair," he grumbles good-naturedly, suddenly much more awake. "You started without me."

“Accidentally woke her up, Benjamin.” Frankie explains playfully. “If you didn’t sleep like the dead, you could have been in on the hot good morning kiss.”

"Cranky wolf." The younger man teases, knowing full well what day it is. He smiles though, a lopsided, dopey-looking thing full of love, and leans over you to kiss Frankie good morning before tugging you into his arms to give you the same.

"You know it's the full moon when Benny wakes up ready to go," you tease right back, as though Ben Miller isn't always ready to show both you and Frankie how much he loves you.

“I swear he looks forward to the full moon.” Frankie rolls his eyes but there’s a grin on his face as he watches you kiss your lover.

Benny huffs indignantly, pressing one more kiss to your lips before looking between the two of you. He knows you haven't forgotten. You have plans to go out for lunch before Frankie has to worry about turning, and even called in the big monthly order to the butcher yesterday to be picked up on your way home. There are flowers in the bedroom and downstairs in the kitchen, and gifts tucked away that he isn't supposed to know about even though he does. "It's...it's more than that this month," he admits sheepishly.

One year. It’s been one year since Benny had shown up on yours and Frankie’s doorstep, heartbroken over his girlfriend. One year since his discovery of Frankie’s alter ego that makes an appearance once a month. And most importantly, one year since he had crawled into your bed, never crawling out if it again. Frankie softens and reaches for the other man, dragging him across you so that he can give him the kiss that he should have given him before he ever changed that night a year ago. Slowly and passionately licking into his mouth until Benny whimpers and Frankie pulls away with a smile. “Happy were-versary.” He teases, a rare moment of levity before he grows more serious. “Happy one year, Benjamin.”

"Happy anniversary, Benny." You wait until the boys have separated to give him another kiss. A lot has happened since that night a year ago, and all of it for the better. The three of you are solid partners now, sharing everything and keeping each other's confidences as tightly as a vault. "I love you, baby."

He hums, holding both of you close and grinning like a madman. "I love you guys so much."

“We put up with you.” Frankie huffs, smirking at the pout on his lover’s face.

"Cranky wolf." Benny repeats, frowning animatedly because he knows it will only take about thirty seconds for Frankie to break and kiss him if he keeps pouting.

It doesn’t take him long, hating the slightly unhappy look to Benny’s face. He huffs and leans in to kiss him again.

This is how it will be all day, you're sure of it. Benny will take absolutely every opportunity possible to drag affection out of both of you, Frankie will pretend to resist but not be able to, and you'll just grin and give them both every second of your attention without any pretense. It is a privilege to love these men and you never squander an opportunity to show them that.

“We should eat.” Frankie tells both of you reluctantly. “Since we’re awake and I can hear Ben’s stomach starting to gurgle.”

"I'll go." You give them both a squeeze and move to slip out from under the covers. "You guys linger as long as you want. Just make sure you come downstairs by the time you smell coffee and bacon."

Both men pout when you slide out of bed between them, but they move to occupy your space. “How are you feeling?” Frankie asks seriously, wanting to make sure that Benny has zero regrets.

"Like I'm pretty glad you put up with me," Benny grins, wrapping his arm around Frankie's waist. The sunlight bounces off the ring on his hand - the one he's been wearing for six months now, ever since the three of you had your backyard commitment ceremony with only your closest friends and family on hand to celebrate - and his smile spreads even wider. "I love you, Frank. And I love that amazing girl downstairs. The last year has been..." He shrugs in an effort not to get emotional first thing in the morning. "It's been pretty perfect."

“It has been pretty perfect.” Frankie reaches up and brushes Benny’s hair back from where its falling in his eyes. “We love you too.” It’s simple to say it, easier to live it now that Ben is completely comfortable with his sexuality and secure in his relationship.

"Still can't believe it's real sometimes." Ducking his head a little, Benny tucks his much taller frame against Frankie's body and sighs contentedly. "And before you say it again, we're not staying upstairs tonight. I know you're thinking of suggesting it at breakfast."

“How did you know?” Frankie grumbles, slightly put out that he’s so predictable that Ben knows what he was going to suggest before he even voiced his concerns. “I just— I have a bad feeling?”

"You always have a bad feeling." Benny presses a kiss to his lover's chest before looking up again. "Everything's going to be okay, baby. We'll feed you and we'll all fuck until we pass out, and then tomorrow we'll rest. Just like we do every month, and every month we love it."

He sighs, even though he knows it will be better that the two of you are with him while he is the monster. “Are we settling into a boring routine?” He asks, raising a brow in amusement at being bored with a werewolf.

The younger of the two men smirks. "I could always wear an edible G-string for you guys or something if you want to make it sexy," he suggests, waggling his eyebrows.

Frankie snorts and gives a chuckle. “I think you just want that long tongue on you cock.” He growls playfully.

"Yeah." Ben rolls his eyes heavily at Frankie, both to punctuate his point and to make the man he loves laugh. "Obviously. And I'm also gonna be walking around the house with a plug in my ass all afternoon so I can take that huge were-cock. " He grins, pecking a kiss on Frankie's lips. "I love every part of you. Wolf included."

Frankie winks at Ben and reaches around him, slapping his ass. “I’m surprised you don’t want to fuck me tonight.” He hums, his cock twitching at the idea of making his lover scream later tonight.

"Since when don't you have enough energy for both?" He hasn't fully passed out since that first night together a year ago, but it took a little while for him to build up the stamina to go a more than just one round with the wolf. Now you're the one who gets tired first, but getting to sit back and watch your boys enjoy each other is never a bad thing. "Does that mean you want me to fuck you tonight?"

“Baby, I want you to enjoy tonight.” Above all else, Frankie is going to make sure that you and Ben are happy. “I wouldn’t mind if you fucked me now.” He admits.

"Yeah?" Benny smirks, that familiar pride swelling in his chest as he pulls Frankie closer. Being able to make you and Frankie happy is something that he takes extremely seriously and gets so much joy from. "You want to start the day off with my cock in your ass?" His own morning wood had waned a little since waking, but that thought has it coming back with a vengeance.

“You don’t have to.” Frankie can be a little shit when he wants to be and his smirk is very much along those veins. “Since you don’t want me to moan your name.”

"No." The challenge makes Benny nearly growl, and he bowls Frankie over almost immediately. With his knees on either side of his lover's hips, Frankie can feel the obvious weight of Benny's hard on in his boxers. "I want you to scream it."

Frankie bites his lip and shoots Benny a smug look. “Are you sure you can do that? Make me scream?” He loves to see the fire in Ben’s eyes when he gets like this, reaching down and giving his lover’s cock a rough squeeze.

"Francisco..." Benny clicks his tongue, tsking as he shakes his head and pushes his erection more firmly into Frankie's grip. "Don't you remember the camping trip? You had my name echoing off those hills for days."

“Remind me?” He teases, fingers slipping through the small opening so he can stroke the heated skin of his cock. “Old man, remember? Can’t remember shit.”

“It’s gonna be all you can think about for the rest of the day, baby.” Benny shivers noticeably at the touch but doesn’t shy away from it at all. He leans into it, hips pushing forward to seek out a firmer grip and more attention, and he groans happily when he gets exactly what he was looking for. His own hand easily finds Frankie’s hard cock against his belly, a bead of precum already formed on the tip and making his mouth water.

“Sure it’s not how I’m going to make you choke on my cock tonight?” Frankie’s lashes flutter and he gives a low groan. “Or stretch that tight little hole out and fill it up with a hot load of cum?”

“Fuck.” Frankie’s dirty talk is just completely honest, Benny has found over the last year, and he gives that groan back full force as his cock twitches in his lover’s strong hand. “Get the fucking lube, Frankie, I don’t even care if she eats that entire breakfast without us.”

Frankie chuckles wickedly and reaches over to grope at the nightstand, not letting go of Benny’s cock. “You want to fuck my mouth first?” He asks, smirking at him. “Let me taste that precum?”

The moan Benny lets out is a definite yes, as low and rumbling as it is, and he hates the five seconds he has to pull himself away to strip off his boxers before leaning over to kiss Frankie eagerly. There’s something about the fact that he can switch with Ben that Frankie finds gloriously freeing. Not stuck in one particular role, both of them traded dominance equally and were happier for it. Right now, Frankie shuffles lower on the bed and pats his chest for Benny to get on top of him.

It’s something they’ve done countless times by now, but Benny is still always careful to make sure he’s not putting too much pressure on Frankie’s chest when he situates himself there. He leans forward to brace one hand on the headboard and looks down, not taking this beautiful sight for granted even for a second. Frankie Morales is the only man he’s ever been with and the only man he ever wants to be with, and no matter how filthy the sex ever gets, there’s always so much love in it.

Frankie’s mouth waters at the sight of Benny’s long, beautifully cut cock. Wanting to hear those sounds he makes as he tries to keep his composure just makes him lunge forward to lap at the tip, greedy for him.

"Shiiiit." Benny moans from deep in his chest, shivering a little even from just a small taste. Frankie's tongue is talented no matter what form he's in and both you and Benny are wonderfully grateful for it. His hips stutter forward, searching for more and proving that all it takes to fully wake him up is morning sex.

Worries pushed aside for the moment, all Frankie can focus on is making sure Benny feels good. Twirling his tongue around the beautiful head, he sucks on him lightly, rewarded with another salty spurt of precum.

Everything else slides from Benny's mind as Frankie's mouth envelopes him, stealing all of his focus with those tantalizing hums and moans from the other man that make Benny groan even louder in response. The sturdy bed barely creeks beneath them, but once Frankie is on his hands and knees that will change dramatically.

Frankie’s hands hold Ben’s hips, urging him forward. He knows what he can take and wants Benny to press forward. To take what he wants just like the wolf will tonight. Dark eyes fluttering up at the piercing blue of his lover’s eyes, Frankie sends him a wink.

Frankie can be cheeky and even though Benny has always known that in a lowkey way, since the three of you got together he's realized that those little teases do more to drive him crazy than he ever thought. That little wink is enough to make him shuffle forward, inching closer to Frankie and forcing his lover to take his cock just that much deeper down his throat.

Frankie groans around him, eyes fluttering closed, and his jaw opens wider, loving the thick press of him. Blunt fingers dig into Benny’s hip, more for encouragement than to stay the roll forward. Enjoying the way he pulses in his throat.

Shallow thrusts work Benny's length deeper and deeper, both men dissolving into a symphony of primal noises that get louder and louder the longer they go on. Nothing could pull them from their trance now, and neither man notices your footsteps on their stairs or you standing in the doorway with a filthy smirk on your face. There are few things more pleasurable than watching the men you love indulging in each other, and you aren't about to interrupt them for the world.

Frankie can’t help himself. Not when Benny is so beautifully on top, his hands sliding from his hips as the two of them work in unison. One set of fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock and the others sliding between Benny’s cheeks, massaging the puckered flesh and pressing in slightly.

Benny keens, his hips jolting forward instantly as his cock throbs on Frankie's tongue only to pull back again to eagerly search out the pressure from his fingers. The dual sensations have him nearly spitting swears as his head falls back and his eyes shut in bliss.

Frankie squeezes his cock, roughly starting to stroke himself as he continues to work Benny over. Loving how eagerly Benny seeks out his pleasure. He had been hesitant at first, after that first night, needing reassurances that it was alright to want more or need something from Frankie. This is what he loves to see.

"Nuh-uh." From the doorway you tsk just loud enough for both men to hear, grinning when their heads whip in your direction. "When have one rule in this house, Francisco," you remind him, stepping toward the bed in the same fluid motion where you pull your nightgown over your head. "Nobody takes care of themselves unless they want to." Beside the bed you can see that both men's eyes have blown black with lust and it makes you shiver deliciously. Their eyes are wandering over your naked form with unabashed want and it is glorious. "Do you want to stroke your own cock while Benny fucks your throat, or do you want me to ride you, baby?"

Frankie groans and presses his head back, Benny taking his queue and rocking his hips back so he can speak. “Fuck, ride me baby.” Frankie begs, unable to think of anything better that having both of you on top of him.

That plea is music to your ears, and you quickly lean over to kiss your husband before giving the same sweet gesture to your lover and clamoring onto the bed behind Benny. The head of Frankie's cock is purple and leaking precum, and you lap up the tantalizing beads of sticky liquid before straddling his waist.

“Shit.” Frankie hisses before he takes Benny back into his mouth, completely blissed out by the fact that both of you are weighing him down.

"Already got both of us on him and we've barely been up half an hour." The hum in your voice is so pleased as you sink down on Frankie's long cock, and Benny twists in place to swallow your moans in a kiss.

"Half an hour is too long to wait," he contends, letting the fingers of one hand dance over your clit before turning back to watch his own cock disappear down Frankie's throat.

Frankie groans in agreement, sucking around Benny’s cock and reaching around him to grip your hip.

"Fuck, Frankie." Each time you bottom out you roll your hips, grinding figure eights in his lap and reveling in the way he twitches inside you. It won't take any of you long to cum like this, but you're not about to let Benny miss out on any ounce of pleasure that he was getting before you came upstairs, so you reach for the bottle of lube a few inches away on the mattress and slick two of your fingers in the cool substance to press between his cheeks. Your fingers are smaller than Frankie's, but that doesn't mean you can't give Benny an extra jolt as you start to slowly work him open.

“Ohhh fuuuuuuuck.” Benny’s head drops down to his chest and Frankie lunges forward to take him deeper. Trapping him between the two of you and loving the way that he moans.

“Our boy loves being wrecked.” You can’t help but coo, greedily pulling more moans out of Benny at the same time your tight, wet cunt makes Frankie growl from somewhere deep in his chest. Working together to make your lover cum is one of your favourite things in the world. “Gotta work you open and get a plug in that ass early today, don’t we, Benny? Gotta get you ready for tonight.”

Benny moans, nodding as he pushes back against your fingers. “Gotta— gotta get ready for that fucking fat cock.” He moans, looking down at Frankie and reaching down to caress his face.

“Yeah you do.” Once you have two fingers buried in Benny’s tight hole down to the knuckle, you work in the long, deep strokes you know he likes to pull him apart along with Frankie’s mouth. “You’re gonna let the wolf fuck you as hard as he wants, aren’t you, Ben?”

The whine he lets out is low and needy, submissive because he knows he will. He will do anything the wolf wants him to.

“I know you will, baby. I will too. Anything for our wolf.” Your practiced fingers know just the angle to press on his prostate and Benny bucks against you fiercely. “You gotta cum for us now, though, baby. Can you do that, Benny? Can you pour all that delicious cum down Frankie’s throat?”

He keens, rucking his hips forward so he can bury his cock in Frankie’s throat. He chokes for a fraction of a second before he catches himself by swallowing, wanting him to cum. Your cunt clenches around his dick and his hips buck up to drive deeper into you.

Benny is the first to fall over the edge. The stimulation takes him over entirely and he tenses through his whole body, spurting hot jets of sticky salty cum down Frankie's throat at the same time he draws your fingers tight against that pleasure spot deep inside him. You have to slow your needy bounce on Frankie's cock because of it, desperately gripping Benny's sweaty skin and drawing figures in your husband's lap while Benny rides out his orgasm.

Moaning, Frankie gulps down the spurts of cum as best he can, eyes on Benny as his lover’s face twists with pleasure and his hand grips the headboard for support. Some dribbles of his cum escapes from the corners of his mouth, making him smirk at how much he is cumming.

When he can breathe again, Benny carefully draws back from Frankie and lifts off of your fingers, moving to the side of the bed where he can see and kiss you both.

You’re greedy when Benny moves away from Frankie, lunging forward to lick at the remnants of his cum and slide your tongue into his mouth to taste him off Frankie’s tongue. Not that he minds at all. He wraps his arm around your back and kisses you back eagerly, reaching for Benny to drag him close.

With one hand anchoring you to him, Frankie takes control of the pace. He plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts up into you, not harshly but with strength and purpose, determined to give you that perfect feeling of fullness at a pace that will leave you breathless.

He groans, loving how you move with him, your hips rolling down to meet his thrusts. He turns and looks at Benny. "Love, suck on her nipples." He orders the younger Miller brother. "Drive her crazy while I fill her up."

Benny doesn’t hesitate, already in a mind to take orders from Frankie early in the day. He cups both of your tits in his large hands and lowers his mouth to them greedily, flicking his tongue over both buds before latching on to one and nipping at the sensitive flesh with so much fervor anyone else would think he was starved for physical affection.

He loves watching Ben with you, how eager and happy that he gets to touch you. The reverence in his touch and the way that he gets to be involved with the two people he loves, no having to choose. “Feel good baby?” He coos to you. “Benny’s mouth is so good, isn’t it?”

“So fucking good.” You can barely keep your eyes open, the twisting and tightening in your core heralding an intense orgasm that you barely have time to warn them both in time for.

Frankie hisses, feeling how you grip him like a vice while you try to bounce on his cock. “Good girl, good fucking girl.” He can’t vocalize beyond growls when he’s the wolf, so he makes sure he heaps praise on you and Benny while he can. “Oh fuck, soak me baby.”

Honestly, you’d do anything he asks as long as he uses that voice of absolute authority laced with unyielding adoration, but right now you can’t do anything but cum anyway. It’s like a flood, coating his cock and pushing out of your tight hole with every grind of his hips – only intensifying when he cries out a moment later and follows you into bliss.

He loves the way you collapse on top of him, chuckling slightly when Benny immediately curls up with you and kisses you tenderly. “Thought – thought you were gonna fuck me?” Frankie huffs teasingly.

“I was,” Benny pouts, nuzzling into you like you’ll defend him. “But then our girl needed fucking, too.”

“Very true.” His hand slides down your back lovingly and he pats your ass. “So there’s no convincing the two of you to stay upstairs tonight?” He asks quietly after a few moments of blissfully panted silence.

“Frankie,” you shake your head and stretch to kiss him softly. “Everything’s going to be fine. We’ve been doing this for years, love. It’s always okay.” Whatever has made him worry this time, he’s nearly verging on paranoid this month.

He can’t articulate why this month is so worrisome, but it is. And because he can’t exactly pinpoint a cause, neither you or Benny would believe him. Huffing, he looks back and forth between the two of you. “Use the chains tonight.” He begs softly. “At least that.”

“If there’s an issue, we’ll use them.” That much you can promise him. “But baby, we haven’t needed them in ages. Everything’s going to be fine just like always.”

He closes his eyes, grounding himself in the touch of the two of you. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too, baby.” Benny hums, pressing kisses to Frankie’s shoulder and then his cheek and lips. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”

That’s not what he’s worried about, but he doesn’t argue. There’s something about tonight’s moon that has him restless, uneasy. Instead of voicing it again, he smiles at you and Benny. “Why don’t we have breakfast and get the day started?” He asks softly. “It’s going to be a long day.”

“There’s ham heating in the oven and I put the waffle mix in the fridge.” You shrug a little when Benny smirks. “When you didn’t come down right away I figured you might be up here a while…and then I got curious.”

“You are always curious.” Frankie can’t help but smirk, sending Benny a wink. “She’s kind of a voyeur, isn’t she?”

“Little bit.” Benny agrees, playfully biting your shoulder before he starts picking up discarded pieces of clothing and distributing them to their owners. “I think we’re just too sexy for her to resist.”

Chuckling, he watches you pout slightly as you lift yourself off his cock. “Bet she wants to be sandwiched between us tonight.”

“That should not surprise either of you.” Quite frankly, it’s your favourite place to be. Caught between them and held fast, only able to hold on tight while they give just as much pleasure as they take. It’s heaven. Your own personal bliss.

Benny smirks at winks at you. “You want to be stuffed full tonight?” He teases. “Werewolf and human cock inside you?”

“Fuck yes.” Full moon days really are just all sex and eating - gluttony and lust in the very best possible ways as you and Benny make sure Frankie always feels safe and loved no matter what form he’s in. “I’m thoroughly looking forward to being sore tomorrow.”

“Then I will have to make sure the two of you don’t lift a finger.” Frankie hums, sitting up and watching the two of you get dressed.

“You never let us.” Rolling your eyes at Frankie as though it were some kind of dramatic point of contention, you just end up grinning. “Remember the second moon after Benny moved in and he tried to go get the newspaper? You wouldn’t even let him off the couch.”

“He had taken a hell of a fucking the night before.” Frankie huffs, rolling his eyes. “The wolf took him twice.”

“Oh yeah.” Benny chuckles, bordering on a naughty giggle. “Fuck, that was a good night.”

There’s of course a sense of pride that makes Frankie puff up slightly. Giving him the edge to crawl out of the bed and get dressed. “Every moon is good with you two.” He murmurs as he starts to pull on his boxers.

“Exactly.” Pulling your t-shirt over your head, you offer the most reassuring smile to Frankie you can summon, willing him to relax with all your might. “That’s why I’m not worried.”

He bites he lip but he doesn’t argue, his stomach jittery and he doesn’t know what he would do if something happened to either of you. The last year has been the best of his entire life and he doesn’t want to ruin it with the gloomy shadow of his self-doubt. “You’re right.” He huffs, shaking his head. “Let’s go eat.”

******

It really is a nice day. They celebrate Benny’s anniversary with a leisurely late lunch and stop at the butcher’s on the way home to pick up supplies for the night. At this point the local specialty butcher just thinks the Morales-Miller household is extremely into grilling and smoking, and he passes along a dry rub recipe this month that you pretend to be extremely excited about. The wolf doesn’t go for seasonings or any kind of cooking whatsoever, but this very kind and very normal man never needs to know that.

Frankie wrinkles his nose when the three of you get into the truck. “It’s spicy.” He huffs, smirking slightly. “It might be good for some other time.”

“The last thing we need is all the pepper in that making the wolf get snot all over us,” Benny jokes, tucking the little canister of spices into the pocket of his jacket for safety.

Frankie barks out a laugh and shakes his head while he turns the engine over. “No we can’t have that. But you like it when the wolf licks you.”

“Yeah, obviously.” Benny laughs along with him. “But having a two-foot-long tongue lick my dick and getting wolf snot on me are two very different things.”

“You have a point.” Frankie’s hand reaches back into the backseat and he squeezes your knee. Even though it’s a quad cab, you insist that Benny would be scrunched in the backseat.

Giving Frankie’s hand a gentle squeeze before he takes it back to put the truck in gear and head home, you lean forward in your seat and rub Benny’s shoulders a little. “Everything’s all set for tonight, now. We’re just waiting on sunset.”

“Sorry.” Frankie grimaces. “Having to plan every full moon around my furry problem. Instead of going out and just having fun.”

“Hey, you guys drop everything once a month to take care of me when the bloody flood takes over,” you remind him, also reaching over to rub Frankie’s shoulder. “I don’t really see how this is different. We even both crave red meat.”

Benny snickers and nods. “I think he craves a little more than just one steak though babe.” He teases, reaching over hold onto Frankie’s thigh.

“Well yeah.” You shrug and sit back again. “But my point stands.”

“Yeah. I know.” Frankie appreciates the support, it’s one of the reasons why he’s so insistent on taking care of you after the full moon. God only knows what would happen if he didn’t have you and now Benny there to distract him. “It’s a good damn thing you didn’t shoot me the first time you saw me, Ben.” He chuckles, recalling the other man’s shock.

“I think my reaction was fairly calm, all things considered.” He squeezes Frankie’s thigh in apology all the same, trying to make it seem much more lighthearted than the whole thing had been. “How could I have known it was you? All I knew was that the woman I love was in danger.”

“I love that you would protect her.” Frankie can’t help but pick up Benny’s hand and kiss it.

“I’d do anything for you guys,” Benny murmurs, kissing Frankie’s hand gently, the same way Frankie had his. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too.” Frankie assures him, smiling softly. “So goddamn lucky that you love us, Ben.”

The next few hours are relatively calm. Getting things ready for Frankie’s transformation is like a dance between the three of you now, and with Benny’s help you’re sitting in the basement in a cuddle pile well before the first strains of muscle pain and bone growth ever hit Frankie’s body.

Frankie holds you in an iron grip, the urge to rush outside, away from you, nearly overwhelming. He can’t though. He doesn’t want to hurt someone and it could happen out there. Here was safer, you both know how to manage him. “I love you.” He whispers desperately.

“I love you too, baby.” You give him a kiss before you have to let him go, letting him linger there as long as he needs to for comfort before the wolf begins to take over. Frankie has one hand on you and one hand on Benny - the same words and gestures for both of you as he takes this second to ground himself in being safe and unconditionally loved. It’s always like this, every month is the same, but you can tell he hasn’t let go of his anxiety when he keeps dragging you and Benny back for more short kisses, filling the time that he is still completely himself with nothing but affection.

Frankie hisses, the familiar burn of pain searing through his gut. His hands pull away from you as if burned, not wanting to claw at either of you while he’s changing. “Get— get back.”

“We’re okay, baby.” Benny soothes, just as much for you as for Frankie. His arms circle you protectively and he holds you to his chest. Not because Frankie has ever lashed out but because it makes him feel safer to know you’re protected in case something ever did go wrong. From opposite ends of the basement you watch each other - you and Benny ready to jump forward at the first sign that Frankie is in more or different pain than usual, and Frankie ready to flee at the first sign of trouble.

The sickening crunch of bones comes first. Making him grit his teeth and hiss in agony. Fists clench and then his hands shooting open as the fingers are the first to start transforming.

It doesn’t get easier no matter how many times he has to go through it - to feel it happening or to watch. It’s straight out of a horror movie, and to know that it’s Frankie suffering makes it that much worse. But at the end of everything he’s still your Francisco - husband and lover and amazing life partner - so you and Benny stand by to support him. You find things to celebrate about this transformation that would otherwise be horrific without any silver lining. The part that’s hardest though, is this face. Watching Frankie’s handsome, soft face take on hard angles and elongate until the only part of him that you can easily recognize as Frankie is his eyes.

The way his spine elongates is probably the most painful part. When he’s human, he’s about four inches shorter than Ben. During the full moon? He’s easily a foot to a foot and a half taller than his lover. It wasn’t as if they had taken out a measuring tape to see.

“Hey….” A soothing voice helps him most right after the change, and you step forward to offer him a soft smile. No matter what, that’s still your Frankie in there. You and Benny would never let him feel like anything but himself if you can help it. “You okay, baby?”

A growl rumbles out of his chest, eyes turning towards the two of you and he sniffs the air. His towering height diminishes as he drops down to all fours and prowls towards the two of you.

"Hey, there's our man." Benny smiles, reaching out to let Frankie sniff him and decide how fast he wants the night to progress.

Frankie snorts, huffs at him and there is the tiniest lick of his tongue against Benny’s palm.

"You can do better than that, big boy." When Benny laughs it's more than a chuckle - it's deep in his belly as he sees the amusement register in Frankie's eyes. "Take your time, Frank. You know that. We have all night."

Now that he’s changed, instinct takes over. His head butts against the hand again before he turns to you. Piercing eyes watching you before he shoves his nose into your crotch.

"You wanna fuck before you eat tonight, Frankie?" It's your turn to laugh, shaking your head a little as you pull your dress over your head. He determines how these nights start, and tonight you're starting with nudity right off the bat.

Frankie growls again, pressing his nose against your panties and then dragging his cold nose up over the skin of your stomach. Stopping for a moment before coming up and flicking his tongue against your nipple.

It makes you whine the first time - it always does - because even though you know that the wolf's tongue is a different texture than you're used to, it still always takes you just a little bit off guard the first time every month. "I'm all yours, baby," you remind him, running a gentle hand through the fur on his cheek before looking up at Benny. "Both of you."

Satisfied with that, Frankie turns as he catches the scent of the meat. The growling of his stomach audible as he moves towards the table.

You grin when Frankie is distracted by the meat from the butcher, stepping out of your panties and snuggling into Benny’s arms as your wolfish husband starts to eat. “Food and sex,” you joke to Ben. “All species are the same.”

“I’m sure we would be hungry too after that kind of work out.” Benny jokes. “Growing nearly two feet is hard work!”

"I'm not begrudging him." In Benny's arms, you let Frankie take things in whatever order and whatever time he needs. Though usually eating an entire SUV's worth of meat only takes him a few minutes anyway. "Lord knows I'm the same way around my period."

“Our grocery bill is insane.” He snickers as he watches Frankie stare to tear into the meat.

"We can afford it." The three of you might not be living in the lap of luxury, but you're more than able to feed and shelter yourselves and provide occasional treats for each other - Frankie's monthly meat bill might be expensive but it's a small price to pay for knowing that he's safe and cared for in wolf form. If he had to hunt? Who knows what terrible thing might have happened to him by now.

Benny hums his agreement, wrapping his arms around you and he can’t help but cup a breast. “We could always distract ourselves.” He murmurs into your ear. “Until he’s ready to play.”

"Food and sex," you laugh softly, but you're already wrapping your arms around Benny's neck to keep him close. "You wanna play a little, Ben? Get ourselves all riled up until Frankie can smell the arousal on us?"

“You read my mind.” He smirks and tweaks your nipple gently. “I could always bend you over and eat you out.” His lips press against your pulse. “Make sure you’re nice and wet for that big cock.”

"Mmm..." Just the little pinch is enough to wake your body up, flesh starting to pebble in the chilly basement with just the barest contrast of Benny's habitual warmth. "You could definitely do that."

He smirks and kisses right behind your ear. “Go bend over right in front of our wolf, baby. He should have dinner and a show.”

There’s only so many pieces of furniture in the basement considering you really do need the open space for Frankie’s lumbering bulk, but the boys’ suggestion of installing both a sturdy swing and a sort of balance beam in the back third of the room by the large table have saved a lot of knees over the last few months. Right now it means that you don’t have to get on your hands and knees on the cement floor, it means you can bend over the balance bar and let Frankie watch with hungry eyes as Benny lowers himself to your cunt.

There’s nothing prime about the way Benny eats you out. He’s voracious with his. Hands gripping your ass cheeks and pulling them apart so he can bury his tongue in your walls and push his nose up against the toy in the pulsing little hole of your ass.

Frankie, however, slows in his voracious eating, watching the way you shudder and quake for Benny with undisguised hunger of his own. There’s no reason for him to get between the two of you until he’s finished his own meal, but he growls in approval when you moan Ben’s name in the vast, echoing room.

Benny huffs, chuckling into you while his tongue plunges deep. His eyes cut over to where Frankie is watching and he sends the wolf a tiny wink, egging him on before he lets go of your ass with one hand so he can palm his cock through his basketball shorts.

The boys like to play games with each other, you had found out quickly. Especially when the wolf takes over and Benny knows he can play with Frankie’s baser instincts without any of the negativity of actually having someone else touch you. It’s simply that the wolf wants what he wants when he wants it, and you and Benny love it when the wolf wants you.

Growling, Frankie’s head lifts up, licking his chops and the meat isn’t even completely gone yet. Eyes narrowing as Benny continues to rub his cock and moan into your folds while he licks you.

“You like what you see, Frankie?” The wolf never leaves his meal unfinished unless he is intent on having one or both of you right away, and right now it’s looking that way. Like Benny’s teasing is completely paying off in the best way.

The sound he makes rumbles through his chest, the clicking of the claws hitting the concrete echoes as he moves from around the table.

Benny doubles down, pulling his cock out of his shorts to squeeze the base in full view of the wolf while he sucks your clit harshly into his mouth to make you scream as he pushes you toward the first orgasm of the night. Both of you having been wearing plugs all day to prepare for whatever kind of play you want and it’s going to be a very happy anniversary for Benny. You’ll make sure of it.

Frankie drops down to his front forearms, growls as he sniffs along his lover’s neck, his tongue coming out to rasp against his pulse. Tasting the sweat, the day from his skin. He tastes bits of himself, from earlier in his human for and you. He growls again, licking harder as he replaces it with his own.

Benny shivers a little at first, always a little extra excited to have the wolf’s attention because of the extremely positive associations he has from that first night a year ago. It’s a little indulgent, a little hedonistic, and completely wrapped up in love. “You want me to smell like you, huh baby?” He grins, knowing exactly what Frankie is doing.

Making a rumbling sound of agreement, his tongue rubs over his skin again and again. The tiny barbs on his tongue dragging over the sensitive flesh.

Benny has joked on multiple occasions that you can never get a dog because he’ll get a hard on anytime the pup licks him, and right now is complete proof. He had already been hard from eating you out but now he’s bordering on becoming his own marble statue - tense and aching everywhere except for the weeping head of his cock.

There is a definite edge to the way that Frankie pushes Benny, moving him away and isolating him, his broad back turns to you as he crowds over the younger man.

It’s impossible to look over Frankie’s shoulder in this form, but Benny peaks around his arm to make sure you’re okay with this development only to find you perched on a cushion watching intently, and he grins at your voyeuristic tendencies before giving the wolf his full attention. He steps out of his shorts so Frankie doesn’t have to tear them, kicking the fabric away to leave himself bear and vulnerable, knowing that no one in this room has anything but pleasure on their minds.

As the wolf, Frankie has to be conscious of his claws, aware that they are razor sharp and could easily shred through flesh and sinew. His paw hits Benny’s shoulder and hand presses down.

He can take a hint, and Benny smirks as he sinks to his knees in front of Frankie and settles himself on one of the many soft matts they now keep strewn around the basement for times like these. There's no disguising how eager both men are at this moment, not that Benny would ever hide from Frankie how much he wants him - not anymore.

It’s fitting that Benny is in his knees in front of Frankie tonight. Especially since he had been there the very first night. The large cock twitches and he shuffles forward, eager to feel the pleasure of Ben’s mouth.

Benny groans when Frankie tilts his hips forward again, hands holding onto the strong frame looming over him as he licks and mouths at the enormous length in front of him. Frankie’s indignant snuffles make him grin, and Benny kitten licks the tip of his lover’s cock again before diving forward to take as much of it into his mouth as he possibly can at once. He’s learned a hell of a lot about how to give Frankie the perfect kind of pleasure he craves, and he puts it to use as often as possible - and the full moon usually means using every trick in the book.

The howl he lets out is soft, not nearly as loud as it would be if he had just changed. His claws dig into the beam above his eyes, his elongated snout tilted down to watch the very human lips wrap around his cock.

Swallowing around the thick head of Frankie's transformed hard on is one of Benny's favourite ways to pull reactions from the wolf, the extra tightness and heat always making Frankie react so gorgeously every time. Benny's become an expert in this - in giving pleasure the way he never had before - but on nights like tonight he's more eager than he is calculated. He gets messy quickly, not caring about the pornographic visuals but only about making Frankie feel as good as he possibly can.

The rough snap of the wolf’s hips is greedy, animalistic. Baser in need and pleasure that the human lover he deals with. Frankie chases the warmth found at the back of Ben’s throat. The moans that vibrate up his shaft. Sharp eyes watch the way the other man’s cock leaks and bobs eagerly. There’s only been a few times where the wolf has submitted to the human, but tonight is about his control.

It's demanding, and Benny recognizes this tempo from a few times before - the dominant pace of the wolf showing him who he belongs to and who will protect him, taking pleasure before he gives it. Benny would never have considered himself submissive in any way before being in a position like this, but these days he will readily admit that it has its moments of being incredibly worthwhile. He loves the give and take of it, knowing that after the wolf has taken everything he wants Benny will be rewarded with just as much in return.

There is something about the wetness of his mouth that the wolf craves. As much as he loves your mouth, Benny is obsessed with taking all of him. A feat that hadn’t been accomplished but he tries. Frankie growls and one hand comes down to cup the back of Benny’s head as he thrusts his cock down the younger man’s throat.

If it is a teasing payback for the morning, Benny will gladly take it. Frankie fucks his mouth and throat like he owns them, and in this moment he absolutely does. His whole world has narrowed down to just the way Frankie’s cock feels throbbing in this mouth, and his own dribbles another spurt of precum onto the concrete floor as he tries one more time to take every inch of the wolf. He doesn’t even register the soft sounds of your muffled moans as you touch yourself while watching them.

Looking over his shoulder, Frankie growls, smelling your arousal. Seeing the wetness on your fingers as you sink them into your cunt. The wolf is very aware that he cannot push his own claws into your cunt. It’s one of the things the beast laments.

“I’m just enjoying the view,” you grin at Frankie, letting the timber of his growl roll through you. That sound combined with the way you curl your own fingers inside you is delicious.

He huffs, shaking his head before he turns his attention back to Benny, focusing on him.

"Been wanting to do this since this morning, haven't you?" Benny grins up at him, both hands working up and down the wolf's hard length in long strokes. "Pumping cum down my throat just like I did to you in bed."

Grunting, he thrusts his cock into Benny’s grip, throbbing insistently and close to cumming for the first of many times tonight. Lips curl back and he shows his teeth, hisses loudly.

"That's a yes." The younger man's grin becomes a cocky smirk. "Cum for me, Frankie." Benny hums, leaning forward on his knees to swallow his cock all over again.

The sound is guttural, harsh. Perfect to accompany the rough thrust where the wolf buries his cock in the willing throat of his lover. Not caring about the teeth scraping, just the warm suction as he starts to cum.

Benny groans, shuddering with his own kind of pleasure as he swallows every drop he's able to before the sheer amount of sticky fluid pouring down his throat begins to overwhelm him and dribble out the sides of his mouth. His eyes are watering and he's nearly drooling, so overcome with his own need to cum that his own cock twitches desperately in the cool air as Frankie's torrential orgasm begins to subside.

In wolf form, Frankie is never satisfied, not until he’s cum at least three or four times. His appetite for sex as ravenous as for food. So when the last rope of cum is deposited into Benny’s mouth, he’s already pulling his cock out so he can turn the other man over and fuck him, dropping down to all fours right before he buries his tongue in his ass to get him ready.

Deftly extracting the plug that Benny had been wearing all day - the one that matches yours, as a fun little nod to how the boys planned on sharing you tonight - Frankie growls in approval as Benny cries out beneath him. He is aching to cum, practically breathless with need, and he knows that he'll come apart completely untouched once that cock is buried inside him again.

Only when Benny’s tight little hole is pulsing does Frankie stop. Pulling his tongue away before you move into view with the lube. Only the small portion of him that remains Frankie keeps him from just plowing into the waiting little hole without lube.

"You in the mood to sit your gorgeous ass in that swing and watch?" Benny asks, pulling you down to kiss him just before he feels the drip of moisture on his overheated skin that tells him you're multitasking - lubing him up at the same time you indulge in a kiss. "Or do you want to join us?" Looking up at Frankie, you raise an eyebrow in question and smirk. "I don't think he's in the mood to share after all," you hum. "But maybe if you ask very nicely, he'll let you slip inside my aching pussy while he fucks you. I can see how badly you need to cum."

Frankie huffs, snorting as he grips Benny’s shoulder and yanks him back up against his chest. The tip of his cock grinding against his ass and another little growl rumbles in his chest impatiently as he tries to line up while keeping Benny anchored to him.

"Let me help, baby," you practically tsk Frankie in his impatience, reaching between the two men to wrap your hand as far around the wolf's cock as you can and guide him to the tight heat of Benny's waiting hole.

Frankie grunts, turning and licking your neck, even as his hips lurch forward before you’ve properly lined him up.

"You're welcome." It's said with a grin, and nearly drowned out by Benny's deep moan. If he wasn't being held up by the wolf's large, carefully placed paws, he would have immediately fallen forward with the force of the thrust.

The louder canine whine of satisfaction is your answer, moving his hips forward until every inch of his large cock is buried in the tight hole of the man in his grasp, turning his head and pressing his snout to Benny’s pulse before he starts to move.

Benny reaches for you, pulling you into his arms to feel that connection roll through three bodies instead of two. The taste of Frankie's cum is musky on his tongue when it plunges into your mouth, and you ring your arms around his neck to hold on tight. It would be an uncomfortable angle to try to fuck you in, but his wandering hands find your dripping cunt and his mouth makes its way down your throat and chest to latch on to your tits hungrily. His moans and grunts absorb into your skin and vibrate through you as his long fingers curl inside you, and you wrap your hand around his aching, purple cock in turn. He'll be lucky to last a whole two minutes with you stroking his length and Frankie fucking his ass so mercilessly, and you can't wait to hear him scream.

Frankie's hold on Benny tightens, pulling him back, almost completely out of your grip. He's possessive, curling around him and grunting with the bruising force of the pace that he's set. Both arms are around him, one across his chest, pinning him to him and the other is lower, sliding down his stomach and knocking your hand away from the man's aching cock.

The whine it earns from both you and Benny is honestly borderline pathetic, neediness wound up in both of you in tight knots, but you step back. Frankie gets what he wants when he’s in wolf form for very obvious reasons, and tonight it seems he wants Benny to himself. While it’s unusual for Frankie as the wolf to not want all the physical pleasure he can get at any given time, it isn’t unheard of, so you end up back in the swing to watch and eagerly await your turn while Benny is on the verge of exploding the second one large paw flattens itself against his belly.

Hot breath washes over Benny's skin. Followed by the wet tongue that is determined to taste every inch of him. Rasping over his skin again and again while his cock drills deep into his ass, growling happily at the sounds he is making while he fucks him. For some reason, he doesn't want to have you touch Benny, have him touch you. He wants to keep it separate.

“Greedy,” Benny huffs, voice laced with amusement and heavy with pleasure, breaths forced out of him at a punishing pace as Frankie rockets them both toward cumming.

There’s no denying that. Growling in his ear, Frankie bends his legs, changing the angle so he is rocking up into Benny and striking against his prostate.

“Fuck, fuck— fucking hell—” Any clever second comment is completely stolen from the tip of Ben’s tongue, feeling that perfect pressure and sinful angle in every one of Frankie’s quick thrusts. He practically goes cross eyed, gasp caught in this throat as spurts of hot, sticky spend erupt from his own cock and splatter onto the cement. The orgasm takes him over entirely, and in that moment Ben Miller probably couldn’t have even recalled his own name - though he sure as fuck knows Frankie’s.

The tight vice around his cock is sublime, making Frankie throw his head back and howl. Hips stuttering for another frantic thrust before he’s cumming. The hot rush of his seed filling Benny and pushing out of him with every jerk of his hips.

“Fucking shit…” Benny gasps, clinging to Frankie’s enormous frame so he doesn’t end up crashing onto the hard floor. “Happy anniversary to me, I guess,” he jokes, flashing you a grin.

There’s a moment where Frankie is softer. His snout turning into Benny’s neck and nuzzling him, holding him as he comes down from his high. Just pulsing inside the other man, still hard but not needy like before. A moment to breathe.

“He wanted his man tonight,” you hum, not minding in the least.

The grumble is huffy, slightly put out when he starts to relax his hold on Benny, his cock pulling out of him with a thick plop of cum hitting the ground. Now he has to wait to touch you, the inevitable clean up required annoying but he tolerates it.

“Don’t be impatient.” You chide him, grinning and shaking your head a little as you grab a few things off the little bookshelf in the basement - the location of all your cleaning supplies. Benny is still catching his breath and despite the aching in your neglected pussy you’re definitely the most functional of the three of you right now.

If a wolf could roll his eyes, Frankie is there. The animal instinct doesn’t understand the need to clean up between Benny and you, but he doesn’t push back against the order. Instead he turns his head to look at his cum dripping out of Benny.

It only takes a minute, and you press kisses to Benny’s shoulder and cheek before lighting one on his lips. “You want to lay down, love?”

“Mm.” Benny nods, chuckling a little to himself. Frankie has left him feeling wrecked and he needs a little time to recover.

The werewolf is a cocky lover, his chest puffing up with pride and he huffs happily when Benny sinks down onto the cushions that have been piled up in a corner.

“You gonna do the same to me?” It’s all teasing, but you know from experience that Frankie can break you down and put you back together again physically when he’s a wolf and it’s very different than the way he does it emotionally when he’s human.

There’s a deep growl, a heavy twitch to his cock as your washcloth holding hand swipes soapy water over it. Making him ruck his hips forward. “Yeah?” His reaction elicits a filthy grin from you and the second you’re done cleaning up you toss the cloth slide. “Well what are you waiting for, big boy?”

Frankie pounces, making sure that he’s not too rough when he knocks you to the floor. Your head hitting Benny’s thigh and your body cushioned by the padding the two of you had insisted on. All machine washable for when cum smeared on it. Hovering over you, Frankie drags his tongue down your body, licking every inch and paying special attention to your breasts before his head dives between your thighs.

He’s so eager tonight that you would probably giggle if you weren’t already moaning, head tossed back against Benny’s leg and your own legs spread wide to give Frankie every inch of room you can manage.

His tongue is seeking, your tang on his tastebuds making him want more. Curling it deep inside you as if he were using it like a cock.

It’s the kind of attention that makes your toes curl and your back arch right away - there is no slow build or easing you into anything tonight. Your feet are braced on Frankie’s broader-than-usual shoulders and he is diving into you with reckless abandon, like the Big Bad Wolf trying a very different method of eating up Red Riding Hood.

He growls, burrowing his head deeper, tongue piercing as deep as he can manage while keeping his teeth away from your skin. Wanting to be as deep as possible, needing to be. His claws curl around your hip, one over your breast, claiming you as his own.

Neither of the men in your life have ever discouraged you from being vocal during sex, both fully admitting that it spurs them on, and Frankie seems to be driving an extra pleasure from it tonight. Every moan that he tears from your throat is met with vigorous enthusiasm as the crescendo builds in your belly, and you swear the tip of that extra-long tongue is somehow stroking your g-spot so perfectly that your vision is blurry.

He’s addicted to your taste, wants to live the entire full moon with his tongue buried in your cunt. Ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you. Except the fact that his cock is leaking, desperate to plunge into your body and pump you full of his seed. Frankie grumbles into you, pushing his tongue harder as he wants you to cum.

Frankie is normally the undisputed king of pussy eating. It's a known fact to such a degree that he has a wire crown that the guys made him years before you even met him. But like this? The wolf doesn't care about technique or edging or any of the little things that Frankie does to build you up and topple you over the edge of that intense orgasm. When the wolf is in charge, it's usually about the absolute overwhelming feeling of being on a runaway train of pleasure as he pushes and pushes and pushes you toward the edge. An edge that is approaching so rapidly that your legs are shaking and starting to squeeze shut on the long snout between them.

Growling, Frankie works his shoulders between your legs, wanting you open for him. The orgasms are so much more intense when you cannot bear down. Greedily lapping at your cunt, he watches as you fall apart.

His name on your lips isn’t plaintive, isn’t prayerful. It’s an explosion as you fall apart for him - shaking legs and arched back meeting the intensity of your cries in a shattering orgasm.

The way you cum is like a geyser and Frankie groans happily, his tongue continuing to swipe at you to capture every drop of your release like it the nectar of the gods. Not stopping until you are whimpering under his attention.

“Baby,” it’s a few passes too many after you finish cumming, and you gently nudge the tip of his nose away from your body and laugh. “Gimme a second,” you insist. Overstimulation isn’t something you enjoy, and your clit is aching right now. But it will only take a second to move past. “You’re too good. Man or wolf. Doesn’t matter.”

It’s hard to imagine a wolf grinning, but that is exactly what Frankie does when his head comes up from your clit.

“So pleased with himself,” Benny chuckles, running his hands up and down your arms as your breathing returns to normal.

He is pleased with himself, but he’s also impatient. Waiting only another minute before he pulls you up into his arms to get ready to impale you on his hard cock.

You weigh nothing to him when he’s like this - as easy to pick up and toss around as an apple - and far more fun to play with. From the little shriek that accompanied the leap in your heartbeat when he picks you up to the way your legs fall open without hesitation only to wrap around his waist and hang on for the ride, he loves every second of it.

You're used to taking him like this. Having no issue burying himself to the very root in one swift thrust, growling loudly even as you shriek out in pleasure.

There’s never any danger, he’s not going to overexert himself and you’re not going to accidentally slip too far down in his arms. All of your focus can rest securely on the feeling of his thick cock dragging in and out of your throbbing pussy with every demanding thrust and you revel in it.

He’s huffing, his head pushing against your neck and chest, scenting you in him. Wanting you covered in him.

His pace never falters, always relentless and always needy, eager to hear the sounds you'll make and feel the way you'll squeeze him as he works himself in and out of you at a rhythm that even the best porn stars would envy.

Benny groans, watching his lovers together is something that he always loves, no matter what form Frankie is in. It's beautiful and animalistic and there is always the joke about how feral Frankie is during the full moon. His spent cock twitching as he reaches down and palms himself, quickly starting to harden while watching his own personal porno play out in front of him.

You let your head fall back, moans and whimpers pouring out to the ceiling as Frankie nuzzles into your chest and licks your tits, flicking your nipples and keeping you moving on his cock. Since he's made you cum once it would usually take longer for it to build a second time, but you swear nothing in the world works faster than the feral force of the wolf taking what he wants.

Frankie's eyes move towards Benny, watching him as he watches you. Piercing gaze fixed on the younger man as he continues to fuck into you with wild abandon.

"Tease me about being a voyeur," you huff, following Frankie's eyes to your lover and grinning. "But you ca— can't fuck help jerking off watching us."

"It's fucking hot." Benny whines, pumping his cock slowly and groaning when he watches Frankie's cock spear up into your gapping cunt. "Fuck baby, you're so full of him. How'm I gonna fit?"

"Guess you're just gonna have to – fuck, Frankie, oh my god – try." You moan even louder when Frankie snaps his hips forward, growling a little at the comment.

The agreement firmly in Benny's mind, he pushes up off the cushions and starts to move towards the two of you, reaching for the bottle of lube. "God baby, you look fucking divine on his cock." He coos.

"Almost as good as you do." Leaning over, you brace yourself on Benny's shoulder and dive into kissing him, flush and overheated body craving as much attention as your lovers are willing to give you.

Frankie's grumble is put out, huffy because your attention is not focused on him. The snap of his hips pushes harder, bouncing you on his cock. Demanding your attention and pulling you away from Ben's lips.

"Not into sharing tonight, are you?" It earns Frankie a raised eyebrow from you, but you're not going to question him. Not when he can't properly answer you. The language barrier does present a few obstacles occasionally.

Frankie reaches out and pulls Benny towards the two of you. His paw wrapped around the other man's back as he plasters him to your back. Crushing you between the two of them. Benny takes the invitation happily, too eager to be inside you to worry about teasing you for now. It only takes him a second to grab the lube, making himself as ready for you as he can be. Then he eases the plug you've been wearing out of your ass while pressing earnest kisses to your shoulders, one arm wrapped around your waist to rest on your belly in between you and the wolf - holding you steady and steadying himself with you all in one motion. The way you keen for them - both of them - is music to their ears and you reach behind you with one hand to cling to both of them at once.

Frankie’s lips curl back, teeth exposed, and his hackles raise for a split second before he relaxes. His growl soft and his snout reaching over your shoulder to poke at Benny, sniffing him before his tongue laps at his skin before dragging over to the back of your neck.

It should have happened in slow motion. There should been a change in the wind, or a soundtrack cue. There should have been something. But as it happened, all three of you almost missed it. Reaching back to grasp for Benny's jaw to kiss him, you overreach and touch his shoulder. The dampness would have gone unnoticed and unthought of as sweat during sex, except that you catch a glimpse of red on your fingertips. Benny is bleeding. Benny is bleeding right where the wolf's teeth just were.

Mid thrust, Frankie's larger frame freezes, eyes locked onto your fingers. He smells the blood, tastes it. His head tilts back and he does the only think that he can do in this moment. His howl of anguish fills the basement.

******

It took forever for all of you to fall asleep last night. You had taken Benny upstairs to wash his shoulder and bandage it after Frankie refused to so much as touch either of you again, and the two of you had lain in bed in near silence with only the mournful howls coming from the basement as your soundtrack. When the adrenaline finally wore out and sleep took over it was fitful and you know instinctively, even before you open your eyes the next morning, that you've slept far too late.

Frankie is exhausted, turning back to his human form in the early morning light and collapsing into a heap to sob on the cold concrete floor for nearly an hour before he managed to drag himself up the stairs. He's leaving. His mind is made up and it's ripping his very heart from his chest.

"Frankie!" He looks like a complete wreck when he slumps into the bedroom, and even though Benny is still sound asleep you jump out of bed to throw your arms around your husband. "It was an accident, baby. An accident." You insist, and when he doesn't react to your arms around him right away you only squeeze harder. "We love you, Francisco. That has not changed. It never will."

Frankie swallows harshly, fresh tears in his eyes but he blinks them away as he very gently - oh so fucking gently - takes your arms and pulls you away from him. He's too dangerous for you to touch, not now, not after he's hurt one of the ones that he loves most. "You— you need to stay away from me." He rasps out, his voice hoarse from the howling of the night before.

"Not going to happen." Frankie might be stubborn, but in a lot of ways you are more so. You shake your head at him and reach to wipe away the water rising his eyes only for him to flinch away from your touch. So instead you very deliberately put both of your hands on his shoulders and hold his gaze. “We love you,” you repeat. It was never something in contention, not even for a second, when you and Benny actually talked last night. "And I'm not giving you a divorce so get that thought out of your head right this second."

Shaking his head, he huffs in frustration. "I bit Ben!" He hisses, angry at himself, angry at you for being so fucking accepting of all of this. It had led to this. He needed to be chained up like the fucking vicious monster that he is. "Love isn't going to fix that!"

"It was an accident." You're not blind to the seriousness of the situation, but you're also not going to let your family fall apart because of it. Not when you're the happiest you've ever been in your entire life and you know Frankie had been too, up until last night. "We don't even really know how the infection works. Ben might be immune or something! But if he's not, are you going to make him go through those changes every single month terrified and alone? Because I have never seen you as scared as you were during those first few months." It isn't meant to be a guilt trip, it's just reality. And your reality is a whole hell of a lot weirder than most other people's.

"You're pregnant." Frankie snaps harshly. You don't understand why he had bit Ben. He had been territorial. He was dangerous.

"What?" Your head jerks back but your hands don't leave him, practically clinging like it will keep him from walking away.

"The wolf knew it. You're pregnant. He got territorial." It's easier to refer to the monster that had potentially destroyed his lover's life as some entity that is separate from himself. It doesn't lessen his guilt though. "I smelled it the second I changed last night, and I bit Ben because he was fucking territorial."

"You accidentally grazed Benny after pulling him in so he could fuck me with you." Scrunching your eyes shut for even half a second does absolutely nothing to clear your mind. Pregnant. Pregnant? That complicates things, sure, but it's not like you can be upset about it. You have the two best men in the world in your life and one of them has swimmers tough enough to beat your birth control, apparently. "So we lay off the rampant werewolf sex for the next eight or nine months or however long. But...baby...parents? That's something to celebrate, isn't it?"

"Who knows what could be in your belly?" Frankie snarls, lashing out in his own anguish and fear. He has no clue what could happen. Does this curse travel through his seed? Could it spawn another wolf from your womb? Even worse, could the thing in your stomach kill you? Frankie's blood runs cold at the idea. "Maybe the wolf decides to kill you next time. No." He shakes his head. "I'm not letting that happen."

"Frankie." Moving from his arms to his face, you hold him steady when he tries to flinch again and force him to look you in the eye. "We have no idea what's going to happen next." That's not something you can deny. It's simple fact, as much as you hate it. "But whatever it is, the three of us are going to face it together. As a family. That's what we agreed on when we said our vows. For better or worse, in sickness and in health." You could kick your own ass for the water behind your eyes, knowing that he sees it and knowing that he blames himself for hurting you. But in reality? You know he's thinking about running and the idea of living a life without him is the scariest and most terrible thought in the whole world. "Maybe love won't fix anything, but it's sure as hell not something to let go of."

"I can't— If something happened to you – if I did something to you—" Frankie lets out a small sob, shaking his head and closing his eyes to keep from bawling again. "I couldn't— I couldn't live it with. I wouldn't live with it. And I— I just— Benny—"

"C'mere, baby." He lets you pull him in this time, thank god, and you hold Frankie against your frame as tightly as you can. Neither of you has looked over to the bed yet so neither of you sees that Benny has woken up at some point in your argument - because of course he has. It's not as though you were being quiet. You've been too frantic in trying to keep Frankie from leaving his goddamn family. "Whatever happens, it's going to happen with all three of us there. If something happens to me then you two are going to have a baby to take care of, and that's just the way it is." A baby. Holy shit... "It's okay to be scared. Or to be sorry. But we're never ever going to stop loving you."

It breaks him. Your words tear at the tiny sliver of composure he was holding onto, and his knees hit the ground, dragging you down with him as he clings to you. Wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your shoulder as he sobs. Harsh, heavy, guttural sobs from the very depths of his soul.

"We're going to figure it out, baby." You can't promise that everything is going to be okay, since you have no idea what is going to happen at all, but you do know that you'll push yourself to the end of the earth to find a happy solution if you possibly can. Rocking Frankie against your chest, you finally look over at the bed when you feel the mattress move beside you, and only see Benny leaning in to wrap his arms around both of you a second before it happens.

"Yeah," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of Frankie's head before squeezing tight. "We are. We're going to figure it out." Despite being terrified, there is a sense in him now of knowing that it's okay to be scared. Probably because the word he woke up to was pregnant, and that was about the scariest and best thing in the world he could possibly think of.

Frankie jerks back, his eyes wide and full of self loathing as he searches Ben's face, and settles on the bandage on his lover's shoulder. "I—I'm so sorry Benjamin." He whimpers, shaking. his head. "I didn't—I can't— Jesus."

“Don’t start with that ‘Benjamin’ bullshit,” he huffs, wiping the tears from Frankie’s eyes with his thumb. “This isn’t some mission and we’re sure as hell not writing a report, so it’s Ben or Benny just like always, okay?” They both sniffle, and Benny presses his forehead to Frankie’s like a solid force. “A-are…are we really pregnant?” To him, it will be the glorious silver lining to anything else that comes next.

Frankie huffs, shaking his head at how Benny is focusing on the fact that he had told you that you’re pregnant, rather than the very real damage he might have done. “Yeah.” He admits after a second. “Her scent is changed.”

“Okay.” Benny blows out a breath, nodding slightly before he presses a kiss to Frankie’s forehead and then yours. “Then…then I think we need to do some traveling,” he tells you both quietly. “I thought about it all night until I just couldn’t think anymore, and we need to go back down to whatever godforsaken jungle we were in when you got bitten in the first place and find out whatever they know. If that baby is yours, it can’t be first time this has happened. And if it’s mine?” He shrugs and cracks a grin. “Then at least he’ll be tall.”

Frankie huffs and rolls his eyes. “I’m not short, you’re just a goddamn tree.”

“One that you both love to climb.” Benny winks, glad to see that Frankie has at least stopped crying for now.

“Ben…” He doesn’t know exactly what he wants to say, but he just stares at his lover with an expression of deep remorse.

“It was an accident.” Shifting to the edge of the bed, Benny slips off the mattress to join the two on you the rug. “It could have happened even if we did use chains faithfully. And it’s sure as fuck not going to make me stop loving you.”

“You might change your mind when you have your own time of the month.” Frankie grumbles.

“If that happens, we’ll cross that bridge then.” Benny promises. He leans in, placing a soft but earnest kiss on Frankie’s lips. “Until then you can dress my wound like a sexy nurse.”

The wounded look in Frankie’s eyes has everything to do with it being his fault that Benny is even wearing a bandage. This is so much more different than any other injury that he had witness on the younger Miller brother. “Let me see it.” He murmurs softly, reaching for the edges of the tape.

“It wasn’t too bad,” you assure him, glancing at Benny as Frankie reaches to pull back the blood-stained gauze you had taped to his shoulder after cleaning the gash. It wasn’t too deep, but it looked like it would definitely leave a scar. One you would have all have to agree on a cover story for. “Oh shit…” the words leave your mouth before you can stop them, but the wind is knocked out of both you and Frankie at the same time when he peels back the first aid tape. There is no scar. Not a single mark or even freckle. Not a single trace of the injury is left behind for the naked eye to see.

Frankie sighs, his heart plummeting to his feet. He knows what this means. “Well fuck…”

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