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the-floral-perspective · 3 months

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Look headcannons | Creepypasta + mood boards!

This includes style and how I imagine their normal fits in this modern day. Also like race n whatnot.

Also, their everyday outfit is what they wear to kill their assignments! Their general aesthetics is like stuff they wear around the house or when they buy groceries or smthing. I’m sorry if I generally describe them the same way, but I promise how I vision them is different. Once I learn to draw it’s literally over for y’all.

Their everyday outfits are typically similar and nothing like their general aesthetic because of convenience reasons.

I don’t ever follow cannon so please don’t hate! Also don’t take the bodies too seriously! Y’all are beautiful just the way you are.

Jeff the killer

Face: triangle shaped face, slightly upturned nose with a slight curve from breaking his nose, hooded bright blue eyes, sharp jawline, thin lips. Unhealed but healing mouth scars, slightly discolored blotchy skin and unusually wide eyes. Wears guyliner. His mouth scars are like wide open btw. Super thin eyebrows tbh.

Physic: he’s got some boob, 5’11. Wide shoulders, a lil toned, but he’s got some squish. He’s got some MADDDD cake. His legs are hella muscular too.

General Aesthetic: lazy edge lord. Sweatpants, band tshirts, converse, slides. BLACK CROCS. Kinda pink sometimes tho, but that’s only cuz of Ben’s influence. He’s got a crazy collection of pajama pants tho (he has my kuromi pants from a secret Santa gift)

Everyday outfit: black ripped skinny jeans, black hoodie with a black turtleneck underneath. Wears some nice earrings tho and has an eyebrow piercing. Has a similar strap to EJ, but just on his thigh, it carries his knife and money. So yes he has a thigh strap.

Jane the Killer

Face: oval shaped face, bow shaped lips, high cheekbones, dark brown upturned eyes, upturned nose. Skin is a little patchy from the past burns, otherwise she is almost fully healed due to Slenders help. Has slight gashes on her cheeks but they’re mostly closed. Thicc arched eyebrows.

Physic: pear shaped, more booty than her chest. 5’8, seems a lot taller. A bit bony, long armed and long legged. A little toned, tho her arms especially, she’s got some DEFINEEED arms.

General Aesthetic: elegant lady going to the art museum. Wears a lot of longer pleated skirts (either knee length or longer), long silk dresses, heels, occasional converse. Shirts are form fitting and typically elegant or professional. Loves silk, satin fabrics and the occasional velvet.

Everyday outfit: a black sleeveless turtleneck with black flared pants and black fingerless gloves. When it gets really cold she wears a dark red coat with grey fur on the lining. Has a thigh strap and a chest strap to carry her weapons.

Ben Drowned

Face: heart shaped face, male button nose, small lips, completely black eyes with blood running down them. Pale skin and hella sharp cheekbones. Sharp ass jaw too.

Physic: 5’9. Broad shoulders, a little scrawny. Defined chest and shoulders, his stomach hella toned, he doesn’t got much cake but a barely adequate one. No boobs for this guy either. No honka honka for him :(

General Aesthetic: a lil punk and a lil basic. Like he wears a lot of plaid and also a lot of baggy band tshirts, so not really but sort of. He’s got the emo hair, he wears green plaid skinny jeans with a graphic tshirt and black combat boots a lot. Or converse. He’s got a lot of facial piercings too. So he’s just barely punk. He’s getting there tho.

Everyday outfit: a light green baggy tunic that kinda has a deep V 😏 and some black baggy pants that the tunic is tucked into. His shoes are black combat boots. Across his waist he wears a brown leather belt that has a small compartment on his hip where he can put his shit in.

Clockwork

Face: downturned lips, tan skin, a clock for an eye. Her other eye is monoloid shaped tho and brown. Hair is dark brown and messy straight. Button nose definitely.

Physic: pretty boxy and muscular. 5’11. She doesn’t have much boob or butt since she’s so muscular. There is a slight contrast between her chest and her stomach, but not that much. She’s defined and toned.

General Aesthetic: it switches everyday. Sometimes she’s pretty tomboy and other times she’s 2000 emo. She wears converse, short shorts, low waisted pants that have the bedazzled butt pockets, cropped tshirts and tank tops. So maybe 2000s party girl?

Everyday outfit: black zip up hoodie with fur lining the neck, lowrise dark blue bootcut jeans, dark red tank top. Brown ankle boots.

Ticci Toby

Face: male version of a button nose, diamond shaped face, bow shaped lips, multiple face piercings (snakebites, eyebrow piercing), slight stache on his chin and above his mouth (he shaves). Fluffy brown hair. The gash on his mouth is basically healed. Very very pale skin, pretty hazel eyes u could get lost in forever. Average brown eyebrows.

Physic: almost concerningly skinny, like he just barely makes the mark of being healthy. It’s cause he forgets to eat. 6’1. His shoulders are broad but he’s like a triangle if anything. Not much cake :(

General Aesthetic: boring white boy. Nowadays he only wears turtlenecks and tank tops with some boring ass pants. Tho they are tight on him 😏 he left behind his old hoodie habit. He picked up motorcycling gloves and vans.

Everyday outfit: a black, long sleeved, form fitted turtleneck with a black back harness for his axe’s. Black skinny jeans and converse for convenience. He still wears his goggles and face mask!

Judge Angels

Face: triangle shaped face, her chin has a prominent point. Almond shaped black eyes, heart shaped lips. Olive toned skin, pretty tan. Has a prominent crack on her left canine tooth. Upturned nose, crooked smile. Blond straight hair that greatly contrasts her skin. Blond short eyebrows.

Physic: short and petite, 5’2. Lean, doesn’t really have much muscle, or at least doesn’t look it. Pretty flat chested and a normal ass. She has calves of steal tho.

General Aesthetic: white and messy, likes baggier clothing and more trashy punk looks. Like she wears Tripp pants, oversized tshirts, big hoodies. She doesn’t really wear makeup except for some shittily done eyeliner. Her hair is still blond but now it has the occasional black streak.

Everyday outfit: one of those baggy tops that have the cuts down the sides yk what I’m talking about? Anyways it’s white with a bunch of charcoal on it that she stole from Bloody painter. For bottoms she wears black knee high combat boots and a pair of black, low waisted, wide leg shorts. Obviously under the shirt she has a sports bra. She also wears fishnet gloves.

Puppeteer

Face: Grecian nose, dark gray skin, almond shaped yellow eyes, a square shaped face, medium lips. I think his teeth are hella white tbh but he’s definitely got fangs of some sort. Thicc black brows.

Physic: pretty boxy, like he’s lean n all, but he is kinda straight up and down. Average cake, average waist, average muscle and tone. He’s still hawt tho, his hands 😩 6’3

General Aesthetic: helluva boss reject. Wears trench coats and boots and skinny jeans, business pants. The occasional hoodie. Doesn’t wear a beanie anymore. Or converse. Tho his wardrobe has lots of skulls. He kinda does a 360 with his wardrobe, going for more of an old school pirate vibe.

Everyday outfit: wears a long black trench coat that clips in the middle of his waist, black skinny pants, below the knee black boots, black button up (the last three buttons unbuttoned) are underneath his trench coat.

Nurse Ann

Face: diamond shaped face, button nose, mid/weaker jawline, thiccer lips, not a prominent cupids bow. Definitely pale/Greyish skin tone. Her hair is brown and is like boob length, also somewhat wavy.

Physic: curvy, kind of apple/pear shaped. She’s definitely well endowed with the bewbs and butt, has a more rounded stomach too, has thicc thighs and calves as well. 5’4.

General Aesthetic: fantasia 2000 princess type beat. I feel like she’s a huge fan of midnight blue and fantasy type of outfits. She loves dresses of any length with frill, lace and intricate designs. She loves puffy/billowed sleeves and mostly wears flats or boot heels. She’s also particular about silver star/moon designs.

Everyday outfit: I don’t think her outfit changed at all tbh, I think she still wears the black nurse costume and hat, tho I do think she’s added more weapons in her collection. I think she’s started focusing on needles and chemical injecting, tho she still uses her iconic chainsaw.

Bloody Painter

Face: oval shaped face, thin lips, bright blue almond shaped eyes, Grecian nose, a lil tan ngl, black messy hair (idk how to describe his haircut tho, it’s a lil long, straight and fluffy??)

Physic: kind of in the average or boney ratio. He has bony hands and forearms but aside from that he’s got medium sized shoulders and a slightly smaller waist. Ngl I feel like he does have some random curve at the bottom so some honka cake, but not much. 5’11

General Aesthetic: painter in despair. I think he likes Jean jackets, he’s like the male version of arthoe. He likes black/blue jeans, kinda looks like he came from the outsiders, wears baggy leather jackets too. Mostly sticks with tshirts with random bull on it. Also always has a brown satchel with him.

Everyday outfit: I feel like black cargo pants, black turtleneck and a black chest harness, probably combat boots too. On his chest he still has the smiley pin, but aside from that, for his assignments he goes pretty neutral and just for convenience. EJ totally helped him pick out his outfit too his first assignment.

Rouge

Face: square shaped face, upturned nose, chubby cheeks, vintage shaped lips?? Idk how to describe it. I feel like her hair is a messy black Bob now, but like pretty messy I mean it. Kinda tan. Definitely has freckles.

Physic: 5’7, pretty boxy. The best I can describe her is like Audrey Hepburn built. Idk why I feel like her and A.H are so similar. She’s boney and relatively small like that.

General Aesthetic: a little vintage sometimes, like she switches decades a lot. She wears fashion trends from the 1950s to modern day, both feminine and masculine styles. So she wears dresses, miniskirts, jeans, colored turtlenecks. Really her closet is very alive. She has stolen from her assignments hella tho ngl.

Everyday outfit: a black miniskirt with a tighter grey turtleneck, red tights, black calf length boots. When it’s cold she has a cropped jacket with a fuzzy hood and insides.

Masky

Face: oval shaped face, tan skin, dark brown hair (short and messy,) dark brown eyes, uhhh mid-somewhat sharp jawline, straight nose.

Physic: strong, average short 5’9. Builds more bulk, has strong arms and shoulders but a smaller waist, he’s got some MADD V-line. He’s got a nice smackable amount of cake.

General Aesthetic: 😏😏😏. He wears flannels, darker colored skinny jeans, SOMETIMES THO he wears 70’s pants that are like right around the hips and like highwaisted and whatnot with a sleeveless cropped tshirt. He’s oddly vintage with stuff like that, but in a rock singer type of way. He only just started getting into this tho.

Everyday outfit: dark blue skinny jeans, black tshirt, tan jacket that has a LOTTA compartments.

Laughing Jill

Face: button nose, oval shaped face, high cheekbones, an average (a lil weak) jawline, pale skin, black irises. Thinner lips. Thin slightly arched eyebrows.

Physic: southern mommy. SORRY. 6’2 tho Bc shes mythical. I think she’s a wide hourglass too?? Like she is big chested and she def has a gyatt, she’s got tummy. She isn’t really defined at all.

General Aesthetic: Harley Quinn wannabe. Just likes the mix matches jumpsuit idea. Like she loves mixing and matching contrasting colors and especially black and white. She mixes in some lavender too. Is always wearing the most dangly earrings too.

Everyday outfit: an above the knee length skirt with a black petty coat underneath, a long sleeveless vest that goes to her mid calf and buttons together under her boobs. Her shirt is a plain white button up with puffy sleeves. For shoes she wears black heeled boots. Her hair is in a curly bun with a tiny off center hat.

Hoodie

Face: Roman nose, not that pale, diamond shaped face, pretty light brown eyes. Pretty strong jawline. Short black hair (dyed recently)

Physic: muscular, 6’2. Hes beefy. Like he’s got boob muscle, ass muscle. HE IS SCARRRY. Think like a smaller Miguel O’Hara almost. He’s less beefy than that, but like yk still beefy.

General Aesthetic: tbh think he went for a goth/alt vibe. He mixes feminine and masculine occasionally. Wears like long skirts sometimes, like a kilt almost?? Wears the fishnet tights as shirts, has multiple Spencer’s belts and necklaces.

Everyday outfit: black fishnet top with a black fitted tshirt over it, black baggy pants. Multiple finger rings. Multiple belts and waist bands.

Sally Williams

Face: circle shaped face, slightly downturned nose, wide green eyes. Small lips, lil bit of a chubby face. She does not eternally bleed from the head. Her hair is long and curly past her shoulders. She’s pretty dark.

Physic: a normal, average weighted 8 yr. 4’8.

General Aesthetic: she likes more vintage, boxy styled dresses from the twentieth century, like 1960s European box dresses inspired by Iggy and kids dresses from the 20s. She actually really likes the vintage youth outfits Bc of Shirley Temple. She LOVES Shirley Temple.

Everyday outfit: a pink and white designed dress that pleats at the bottom. Black Mary janes and white socks. She carries a small white clutch that slings across her torso. Her hair is in a long braid.

Laughing Jack

Face: pale as a mf, triangle shaped face, high cheek bones, cone nose, black hooded shaped eyes. Sharp ass jawline. Small forehead. Hair is shorter and more curly.

Physic: toned as an mf but SCRAWNY, like he’s dangly and flexible. It’s scary and arousing. He has no cake tho, no boobs either. He’s very lightly defined but that is IT. 6’9

General Aesthetic: likes the David Bowie Jareth Labyrinth aesthetic, kind of similar to EJ, but not really. He just also really likes poets shirts and vests. He loves dressing sort of Royal or regal. HE LOVES to wear baggy button ups but he NEVER buttons them up all the way 😏

Everyday outfit: I feel like his main outfit hasn’t changed much, the only thing I see him changing is the wraps around his waist possibly changing to a corset instead for his convenience.

(I’d like to remind that Lazari doesn’t have assignments as she is not a pasta, so her everyday wear is less convenient.)

Lazari

Face: tan, dark brown straight hair (occasionally pink), square shaped face, Roman nose, bow shaped mouth, thicc brown brows.

Physic: depends on her age she changes physically. But she’s probably like average in all ages, just less lean and a little chubbier. Height ranges from 4’11 to 5’8

General Aesthetic: colorful and a little childish. She wears overalls and paints on her pants a lot. Think of her like 2019 in a nutshell. She wears mom jeans and Angel tops and bucket hats. Hates crocs tho. All of her jeans have some 90s cartoon character painted on them.

Everyday outfit: a black Spider-Man tshirt with black overalls cuffed at the bottom. Red converse, fun silly socks, her hair in a long braid.

Jason the Toymaker

Face: diamond shaped face, pale, Roman nose, shoulder length bright red hair. Bright green eyes. Kinda got that Jareth haircut. Sharp ass jawline. Thin nicely shaped eyebrows. The makeup does not come off.

Physic: triangle. Slutty man waist. Not that toned tbh but he has enough. HES GOT SOME NICEE BONEY HANDS. His arms have decent strength and buff ness, but it’s rlly not that obvious. 6’8

General Aesthetic: old clowncore ig. Or like fantasy 1800s boyfriend aesthetic. He wears mostly beige or rained colors tbh and then a dash of black and red. Otherwise he makes up his outfits in abstract shapes and styles.

Everyday outfit: his usual tbh, bro has not changed much.

Zero

Face: square shaped face, wide eyes, no cupids bow shaped lips. Completely black eyes. Completely white hair that goes just past her jaw. Messy hair. Has stitches on the side of her mouth.

Physic: broad shoulders, smaller breasted, not much of a different with her waist. Does have low hips, like a long torso with shorter legs. 5’9

General Aesthetic: crust punk. Wears shit that is torn up and dirty. Lots of DIY and ripped up tights. Low rise black skinny jeans. And cropped shirts that go like just under the boob.

Everyday outfit: cropped black ripped jacket, plain black tshirt and lowrise shitty ripped skinny jeans and black combat boots. Under her ripped jeans is her striped ripped stockings.

Homicidal Liu

Face: slightly upturned nose, still has the stitches on his face, green eyes. Lighter brown neck length hair. Kinda has like a slight wolfcut tbh. A lil tan.

Physic:I feel like he’s a lil buff. Like 5’9-5’10. Not as buff as Jeff. Has some thiccness tho mostly in his shoulders tho so he’s more toned than Jeff.

General Aesthetic: spider noir energy. He loves trench coats and business pants. No matter what he’s always wearing black gloves. He’s always wearing business shoes too.

Everyday outfit: black turtleneck and black trench coat with black pants and black knee boots. He has patches on his coat with holes in it, but they’ve been patched up with his striped scarf, same with his pants. His main fit is patched together with his old scarf.

Nina the Killer

Face: triangle shaped face, olive skin tone, button nose. Curly black hair (often straightened) with purple and pink streaks, thicc upturned lips. Her scar is healed, but still very open like Jeff’s. Her eye situation depends on her state of mind.

Physic: 5’4, pretty skinny and toned. Mostly proportionate. Aight sized boobs and butt, generally just dainty idk. Built like the girl from house of 1000 corpses.

General Aesthetic: risqué Monique Chabot in post war France. She wears short skirts, only cropped tshirts and small dresses. She does not get cold at all omg. A lot of times she’ll wear heals or platforms. Never flats or converse tho anymore.

Everyday outfit: platformed knee high boots, black tights with black thigh highs overtop, a black and pink plaid miniskirt, a black crop top that’s a random band tee. A fluffy cropped black jacket that’s zipped up halfway, for style purposes. Fluffy earmuffs if it gets cold and her hair in an emo high ponytail.

Candypop

Face: oval shaped face, hella pale, Grecian nose, heart shaped lips tbh, almond shaped purple eyes. His hair is still the long pretty blue color as always, always up in a ponytail.

Physic: built exactly like LJ but more meaty, like he’s got more toning on his thighs and legs and stomach. Like he looks a lot healthier than LJ for sure. His outfit definitely makes his muscle pop a lot too 😏 6’6

General Aesthetic: he wants to be Ramona flowers, but he literally can’t Bc he can never find men clothes that is like hers.

Everyday outfit: tbh, his outfit has NOT changed like at all otherwise in color scheme. When his hair was a light green, his outfit became more warmer toned b4 he grew out of that phase and went back to his OG look.

Kate The Chaser

Face: square shaped face, round white eyes, black messy hair just barely past the shoulders, small lips, high cheekbones, Roman nose. No brows, they are drawn on.

Physic: a little thicc, broad shoulders and broad hips. I’d say a wide hourglass figure, but she’s like hella muscular. She has a proportionate amount of ass. 5’6

General Aesthetic: she wants to look like Siouxie, very 80s goth. Allison from the breakfast club energy. She loves wearing long skirts with big sweaters and doing the beehive hair. She loves scarves too and has a hella collection.

Everyday outfit: black wide legged jeans with a billowy maroon sweater and black combat boots. Sometimes she’ll add one of those long black detective jackets, but that’s off missions.

Eyeless Jack

Face: grey skin, Grecian nose, rectangle shaped face, high cheekbones, medium sized lips. Split tongue. Almond shaped black eyes. His hair is dark brown and somewhat long and wavy/curly. Medium thicc arched brows.

Physic: 6’7 and very strong. He’s not ripped like bulging, but he is definitely defined. He’s got ass and thighs, his waist isn’t as small as Dr Smileys, but there’s still a medium difference between his shoulders vs his waist.

General Aesthetic: he wants to be cottage core so bad, like the poets shirt and tunics. He does wear cream colored tunics and billowy pants. Tho sometimes on special occasions he dresses like a basic bitch. He’ll get out the tight business pants and black button up.

Everyday outfit: a black button up, black jeans and navy blue converse. He wears one of those chest strap things tho that carries his scalpel and other weapons. He wears a black leather jacket too <3

Dr Smiley

Face: pale, dark red eyes, tiny pupils. Shoulder length, fluffy black hair. Diamond shaped face, Roman nose, thin lips. Defined jaw. Johnnie Gilbert looking guy. Thin arched brows.

Physic: lean and tall. He’s got broad shoulders and an itty bitty waist fr. He’s bony af tho (except for the thighs,) he’s got NO cake. No junk in the trunk for him. 6’1

General Aesthetic: professional emo/dark academia. He’s ALWAYS wearing black turtleneck and dress pants. He always has a red satchel too.

Everyday outfit: he still wears his black medical mask and white doctors coat, underneath that though he wears a black short sleeved turtleneck, so his arms are out when he’s not wearing his coat 😏 his pants are just basic dress pants tho. Aside from the shirt, he wears basically the same thing he always has.

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a-heart-attack-ow · 4 months

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The Arrangement. Part One

Dust hung in the air.

Flecks frozen in time as my breathing hitches.

I never meant to be here.

For things to get this far.

The truth was, I’d done everything I could to protect my father. He’d made a lifetime of mistakes and gambled away other people’s money and fell into all the wrong crowds until, one day, he fucked over the worst family in Las Vegas. A family from old money, a family as close to royalty as they could get. The family didn’t lose much money because of my father, but even a dollar was too much for the Brock family empire. The same family that was out for blood the moment they learned their employee betrayed them.

I was there the night they sent someone to break into my house. I’d come home earlier than normal as my night class had been canceled. I’d pulled into the driveway after getting home from University and heard the yelling the moment I stepped out of the car. I was there when I ran into the house, and found my father in the living room on his knees with a man holding a gun to his head. And it had been me who begged them to not hurt my father. I’d sworn to give them anything they wanted to spare him, but I never imagined they’d want this.

I never imagined they’d want me standing in a wedding dress in the bedroom of the family’s only biological son. The man I’d married only three hours before. I could cry remembering how I’d gotten here. How I ended up with the 10 carat diamond black engagement ring and a wedding band with five carat diamonds embedded into the band. The ring was heavy and served as a constant reminder of who I now belonged to. A reminder of what would happen to my father if I did anything to ruin this arrangement.

The Brock family was untouchable. They had more money than they would ever need and a massive pharmaceutical company behind them. Mr. Brock was also the CEO of 20 major hospitals in Las Vegas. On the surface they seemed nice enough, but there was something sinister that everyone who knew them couldn’t place. They’d been involved in countless scandals and always managed to avoid any of the legal trouble that had come their way. They’d been viewed as a family of kindness, faith, and pure opportunities, but when their son got into his teenage years that had changed. The Brock family’s only son had a constant place on the cover of tabloid magazines. Even now, at the age of 25 he was still constantly on the cover of the tabloids.

The senior members of the family knew they had to do something to clean up his image. Something to switch the party boy behavior into something that reflected the family values their company preached. But I doubt anyone would’ve guessed that this was their plan for their son.

To force him into an arranged marriage to save their reputation.

Colby Brock…

…is my husband.

I feel a chill move up my spine at the thought. To spare my father from murder, I had to marry the heir of the people who’d wanted him dead. The masked man had laughed in my face when I told him I would give him anything he wanted if he didn’t hurt my father.

“I know just what I am going to do with you.”

He’d chuckled darkly, his blue eyes shining behind the black ski mask he’d been wearing. Nothing could’ve prepared me for this. I close my eyes at the thought, tears threatening to spill over. Suddenly, my wedding dress feels very hot and I need to get out of it. I reach around to the side of my dress to find the zipper of my strapless dress. The gown itself was made of the finest silk money could buy (or at least that’s why the stylist had told me), but I couldn’t bear to be in it a second longer. I shimmy out of the dress, the fabric lightly landing onto the ground. My long black hair hangs in my face as I make sure my feet can safely step out of the fabric without catching on the fabric. I make sure to slip off the high heels I’d been wearing and keep them in the pool of fabric on the floor. My bare feet find the heated wooden floors and I feel a sense of calm move over me now that the dress is off of my body. I don’t even care that I’m standing in the middle of the bedroom with only my bra and underwear on. I just care that I’m no longer in that dress. I brush the long black curls of my hair out of my face and breathe a deep sigh. For a moment I don’t feel the anxiety I’d been feeling for days, but then I hear a voice behind me that brings me back to reality in an instance.

“Now this is a view I could get used to.”

His voice causes me to freeze. I’d only heard that voice for the first time today. When he read off his scripted vows. I turn to face him slowly, my green eyes finding his pale blue gaze in the dark. I had been in such a rush to leave the wedding reception that I didn’t properly take in my surroundings. I knew I was standing in a bedroom, but now that I was looking at Colby, standing in the middle of a grand room, I realized how much luxury engulfed me in this moment. He is standing in the middle of his bedroom, his tux jacket hanging over his right arm and his button up shirt undone. He looks like he had fun at the reception and like he didn’t mind that I’d snuck out as quickly as I could.

“I am sorry…”

I start faintly, a smirk spreading to his lips.

“... I should’ve gone somewhere private to change.”

My voice sounds so small when I speak. I don’t know the man in front of me and a part of me is terrified about what will happen next. He takes two steps to the right, dropping his tuxedo jacket onto the loveseat next to his desk. The smirk never leaves his face when he does this, not even when he looks back at me. His eyes scan my body in appreciation, his approval evident in the way his eyes light up the longer he stares.

“Well, my darling wife, what’s mine is yours. You can change wherever you like. Afterall, this is our bedroom. This is your new home, all 10,000 acres.”

Amusement moves across his face as I study him. His words echo in my mind, I’d married into a wealthy family and now I was stuck in the middle of a large estate. I’d grown up on food stamps and in low-income housing. I didn’t even know how to exist in a place like this. He notices the way I am studying him and he chuckles. He’d been here before, in a position with a woman who was intimidated by the sheer scope of him and his lifestyle.

“You did a good job today…”

He rasps.

“...Wore the dress my mom picked out. Let Kris do your hair and makeup, and posed exactly as you’d been told to. It’s like my parents picked you out of a catalog or something…”

He pauses once more, moving to sit on the edge of his loveseat. I can’t read him or what he’s thinking but I see the slightest look of frustration entering his eyes as he continues to speak.

“...Your name is Emilia Chandler and you’ve received all A’s your whole life, got into college early and now, at 24 you’re already working on your Ph.D. in higher education. You spend weekends at local soup kitchens, help donate to children’s cancer organizations, and donate to charities that support domestic violence survivors. You’re like an American Princess Diana, but I’m not a prince Emilia and I have no intention of treating you like a princess.”

His words fall from his lips quickly and they’re unforgiving as he gives me a moment to process what he’s just said to me. His eyes aren’t kind, but there’s an amusement in his eyes as he studies me. I hadn’t realized he’d been studying up on who I am.

“I’m sorry if I offended you or something.”

I whisper, my eyes moving from his to the floor. He chuckles darkly at my words, his body leaning back into the fabric of the loveseat.

“Darling, I’m not offended. You do what you’re told and we can get through this without any problems. You fuck me when asked, pop out a few kids, and pretend to be happy when we are at events or in photographs. But make no mistake, what we are is an arrangement made by people who know that a girl like you is sweet enough to make me digestible to the public.”

No one had ever spoken to me like he was at this very moment. The rudeness and the entitlement laced into how he spoke made my blood boil but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that his words hurt. I knew he wasn’t happy about the situation, because who would be happy about being forced to marry a person to save the reputation of your family. Who would want this? I know that I didn’t.

“Come here…”

He demands from the loveseat. I feel his eyes on me, willing me to move to him. Out of compliance I do as he’s asked and move to stand in front of him, my footsteps light along the hardwood. The same smirk he’d worn before has found itself back on his face as our gazes lock once more. I don’t know when he’s taken off his undershirt but he has and now his shirtless body is on full display. I note the tattoos and his extremely toned body before moving my eyes back to his. Without asking, his hands are on either side of my hips, pulling my body down to straddle his.

“Sam was right when he told me you were a looker. That’s all I could think when you were walking down the aisle. It makes this arranged marriage thing worth it, knowing I, at least have an attractive girl to fuck.”

The lack of kindness he’d had before, remains evident in his biting comments. He was vile, hot as hell, but vile.

“Sam?”

I ask as the hands that had been on my hips snake their way up my body. He pulls my waist in against his torso, our skin on skin in seconds. He chuckles at how my breathing hitches as he arranges how he wants my body to straddle his. He guides his fingertips to reach around to undo my strapless bra. “Yes, Sam. He was my best man at the wedding.”

With my chest now fully exposed to him, he groans. There’s a moment where I lock my eyes with his, a moment where I decide that I could just get this initial moment over with faster if I initiated something. I could feel his tension in the air around us both. He didn’t like being forced to marry, but he was going to take his situation and have fun with it. I think back to his comment about having children and feel relief at the fact that I still had my IUD. If his parents wanted grandchildren to keep the family line going, they wouldn’t be getting them anytime soon.

The longer we look at each other I feel the tension building between us. Both of us were almost anticipating what the other was going to do. I could feel myself growing more restless the longer we looked at one-another, so I broke the tension and placed my lips against his. If he was going to make the best of this arrangement by using me then why couldn’t I do the same? My lips move slowly against his and he meets mine with equal pacing. He holds his body against mine the moment I deepen the kiss and suddenly he seems to need me like he’s been starved of physical touch his whole life. The longer we kiss the more I can’t seem to think straight. All I can think about is how I feel in the moment, how he feels against me. His skin is soft against my chest, comforting inviting all at once. Kissing him was far more pleasant than hearing him speak to me. There was a false sense of tenderness to him that had been lacking before.

I feel his hands move to my chest, giving my breast a firm squeeze. The touch feels so good that I break the kiss and moan into the crook of his neck, unable to meet his gaze. I didn’t want to see the look of satisfaction on his face as I reacted like putty in his hands. He was molding me into what he wanted and I was shamelessly letting him. A dark chuckle passes his lips as he uses his right hand to stroke my breast, his thumb lightly tracing over my hardening nipple. His left hand moves down my torso slowly until he reaches my soaked underwear.

“Is this all for me my darling?”

He groans into my neck, as he moves his fingertips to slide my underwear to one side. He wastes no time pumping two fingers into my aching core, the quick pace of his fingers is harsh but it feels so good. I allow a shaky breath to escape me as I breathe into his neck. I was going to cum if he kept up this pace and he knew it.

“Such a good little wife you are…”

He groans when I dare to kiss his collar bone. He was magnetic and for whatever reason I felt this connection to him. It was purely sexual, but I enjoyed the way it made me feel. Feeling me get closer to the edge, he removes his fingers from my core, the loss making me feel empty. He pulls my hair and forces me to look at him.

“...From this day forward you are mine…”

He practically growls the words at me, his jaw clenched as he studies me. I can’t speak when he says this, but I manage a small nod before he continues.

“... You will never be anyone else’s.”

Our eyes remain locked as he moves his hands to unbuckle his pants, lifting his body up enough to slide them down. He takes his boxers off at the same time as his dress pants and exposes himself to me. Completely unapologetically he smirks when I glance down at his hardened member. He’s bigger than anyone else I’ve ever had before, but I can’t help but want him inside of me as soon as possible. He wastes no time with my underwear, but instead of sliding them off he rips them off of my body.

I’m not shocked by the aggressiveness nor am I shocked by the way that he moves his lips to mine in pure hunger. He knew what he wanted from me and he wasn’t afraid to take it. The kiss was frenzied and demanding as he deepened it, his tongue meeting mine. While he distracts my lips, his hands move my body against his, brushing his hardened cock against my slick core. He is setting my body to align with his and I brace myself to be impaled by him. I brace myself for the feeling of complete desire to overtake us both.

He aligns himself with me with one quick thrust. A deep penetrating thrust that felt like utter perfection. My lips part as he thrusts again and again into me with quiet demand. A moan escapes my lips as he holds my body into place, his thrusts deeper and deeper. “I want to hear you say it…”

He groans into my lips. His pace was faster than it had been before. I feel like my head is spinning as he does this and I’m unsure of how I can respond to whatever he wants me to say. I didn’t think I could even form a coherent sentence.

“...Say you’re mine and no one else’s. Say it and I might let you cum.”

There’s a veiled threat in his words, a smugness about him that told me he could feel how close I was to coming undone around his cock. A threat that told me I better verbally comply or I wouldn’t be able to release the pent up pleasure I felt. I could feel how close he was and I could tell that he needed to hear me say it, his ego would accept nothing less.

“I am yours…”

I whimper as he thrusts into me so fast that I can hardly focus.

“... I am yours and no one else’s.”

The words fall from my lips mere seconds before he cums inside of me, his lips connecting with mine once more. He groans as his cock twitches inside of me.

“Cum for me sweetheart.”

He rasps, giving me permission to let go. My body wastes no time responding to what he’s finally allowed me to do and it feels so good.

Afterwards we sit on the loveseat, our chests rising and falling rapidly. We both strive to catch our breath, sitting in the silence of his room. It’s only when he guides my face to look up to his once more that he speaks one final time for the night.

“Emilia Brock, we are going to have so much fucking fun together.”

*I have other parts in mind, please let me know if you would like to read more.*

#sam and colby #sam and colby fanfiction #sam and colby smut #colby brock #colby brock fanfic #colby brock smut

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chrollohearttags · 11 months

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***reverb spoilers (ish)*** and some more crack cause I need it today

influencer (y/n) definitely forgets that you’re rich sometimes and is still stuck in the ways that you were raised on in a single parent household. For example, you’ll spend two bands on your new hairstyle or shoes but it’ll be a cold day in hell before you spend more than $3 on a box of cereal and boyyyy, does it grind Eren’s gears. “Princess, I understand not spending unnecessary money but why the fuck I gotta eat these? Fruit Rings, seriously? That’s not even a damn toucan on the box. That’s a crow. A crow, (y/n)! That can’t be good for anybody.” “It tastes the same, Eren. My granny used to buy these for me all the time and I’m fine.” “What you are is cheap.” And he’s so confused because he could’ve sworn his black card has a $700 Sephora charge from yesterday so why he has to eat like he’s on commissary, he doesn’t know. But he doesn’t bother to argue because it’s pointless. Or, when it’s Saturday morning and he’s finally getting some much needed rest, only to hear Fantasia and Mary J. Blige playing downstairs, loud as hell. And you, in shorts, big t-shirt and a bandana tied around your hair..mopping and humming like someone’s divorced mama of three. “(Y/N), it’s ten am, why are you up cleaning like you’re in goddamned bootcamp? That’s what we have housekeepers for..” But he has no idea the can of worms he just opened!.. “Right. And you have two perfectly good legs and arms, meaning your ass could’ve been up helping me a hour ago. You know what you are, Eren? Spoiled. When’s the last time you picked up a broom? Hmm? Do you even know how to iron your own clothes? A lil’ cleaning and life skills ain’t gone kill you.” Then you go on to tell him how you’d help your granny clean the house every Saturday and it helped you become a hard working woman. Which now that you’ve guilt tripped him, this multi-millionaire recording artist is in the living room, singing Free Yourself with tears in his eyes as he dusts the tables and TV stand. And every weekend, just like you and every other child that looked like you had to experience, he gets the same trauma! Rolling around in his silk linen sheets, kicking his feet and crying because he can hear Keith Sweat playing from the flatscreen.

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manluvers · 10 months

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JUST A FANTASY

hobbie brown x afab!reader

cw : smut, 18+ , p n v , pussy eating, blowjob , public sex(etc.)

wc: 4,079

A/n: never did one of these before so I hope y’all enjoy!

Just another one of your fantasies of hobbie, what could go wrong?

just a fantasy you say in your head. Just a fantasy. The fantasy in question is what got you touching in the first place .

as days pass your cunt ached for hobbie. You needed him so badly you started to fantasize at hq.. bad idea. You dreamt of shopping with hobbie. Him buying you skirts and band tees(etc) going into the changing rooms just to get railed up. His length throbbing while watching you undress infront of him.. he couldn’t help himself any longer as soon as you took your pants off he immediately grabbed you by your waist.

Moving your underwear out the way while pulling down his pants. As soon as he did that he started fucking you at a rapid pace. “Comon luv you can take my cock can’t you?” he says like you had a choice . Letting out muffled moans from his large hand on your mouth to make sure that no one could hear how much of a slut your being for him. That’s what got him going.

Seeing how only he can make you this wet.. until you remembered it was only a fantasy and that you were a hq until you heard a “helo luv” hobbie says as he walks up to you. Quickly removing your hand from your slick wet cunt and placing it by your side “hi hobbie” you said smiling. Him looking at you confused.. he sees your out of breath and decides to take you home.

After opening the portal to your bedroom, both of you step in and relax. “sooo” you say awkwardly “yes luv?” hobbie says making eye contact with you. Feeling your cunt getting even wetter from this and you lean into his ear and whisper “I need you so fucking bad hobbie~” as you go down on him kissing his bulge through his pants.

“Atta Girl” he says gripping your hair and holding your head up as he undos his belt and pulls don’t his pants a boxers as his length hits you in the face pulsing, as the tip leaks precum. Licking up from the base to the tip slightly teasing the slit to hear his groans from it. Quickly bobbing your head up and down his cock, making wet slurping sounds as you keep going.

Hobbie thrusting into your warm mouth to the bobbing motion, even keeping your head all the way down as he cums down your pretty throat that always makes him feel good. But this time he knew he had to make you feel good, by getting on his knees and rubbing the fabric against ur wet cunt teasing you.

Pulling off your silk panties with haste he licks your cilt while sticking his middle finger in your wet aching hole. This made you feel amazing.. and he knew it. Pulling out his finger and replacing it with his tongue.. eating you out while you moan his name so eagerly wanting to cum. “please.. hobbie Please lemme cum it’s t’much” you say while gripping his hair “you taste so good luv” he says in a hum while you feel a knot in your stomach.. your close. And he knows it.

As he continues eating you out while using his thumb to play with your cilt.. his hard work payed off. You came..! He lapped up the juices like he hasn’t had water in the past year. As you ride out your high he stood up and puts you in a mating press. His favorite position to breed your tight little cunt with his seed. He teases the hole with his tip and slowly pushes in.. your legs already shaking from your high. “hobbie wait-“ it’s already to late he’s inside of you and already thrusting.. he gets more eager as he hears you moan his name.. with every thrust “ahn!~ hobbie” “oh fuck hobbie” “hobbie I can’t take it I can’t-” he smirks “ofc you can doll you can take my cock can’t you?” He says as your cunt grips his cock with his every move.

“Oh fuck, I’m close sweetheart “ he says as his tip kisses your good spot making you throw your head back and yell out his name “oh oh hobbie ! I’m cumming!!” You say cumming around his cock as you feel him twitch inside of you.. he paints your insides white. Both of you panting he runs a bath and praises you with kisses all over you

“You did so good for me doll” ask he says making your heart flutter “so fucking good for me” planting another kiss on you. Now you knew how much hobbie loved you.. you loved him back

“I love you princess “

“I love you too bee”

part 2

#hobie spiderverse #spiderverse #spiderverse headcanon #spiderverse rp #spiderverse imagine #hobbie brown #hobbiebrownsmut #hobbie x Reader #hobbie x you #hobbie x femreader #my works!!?#smut

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inviouswriting · 10 months

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Zhongli hc’s

Since I wrote them in my last chapter for my story. I thought it’d be fun to include them in their own post.

sfw and smut.

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This man loves luxury things and this extends to you. There is no shortage of things he’ll buy because he thinks you’ll enjoy them. A tea he thinks you’ll enjoy, a pair of earrings that look stunning. He dotes on you and his wallet suffers.

During dating he stops at nothing to ensure every experience is different. One date will have you walking around the entire city of Liyue Harbor ending at the top of Yuijing Terrace to watch the sunset together. Another will have you scaling high mountain paths to visit Mt. Aocang to visit the adepti when he’s serious about you.

Zhongli is the type to enjoy hand touching and will get touch-starved when he hasn’t had his fix of feeling you at some point in the day. He favors hand touches the most since it can be subtle or as intimate as they get between you and him.

He will buy matching perfumes or even have them made for you two. Something unique to the both of you that you can identify among and smile fondly at the memories it triggers.

Any stone jewelry he gives you, he has made himself. He’ll be sly about it too, he’ll ask your opinion on a stone and what you’d like for a jewelry item. Then in a few weeks he has made it from the stone you like. He favors cor lapis and noctilucous jade for making items from. Cor lapis a little more since he can make it resonate. Any wedding bands between you has cor lapis infused and he painstakingly etched geo symbols all throughout it to his liking and tiny engravings of endearing words or a pet name he calls you.

Bathing he has a meticulous routine for that long hair of his. He soaks it in water with infusions of tea leaves, sandalwood and silk flower to ensure the scent lingers long afterwards. He’ll also pamper you well with washing you from head to toe.

Sleeping, he enjoys holding you in his sleep. He ensures you are asleep before he ever let’s go or shifts in his own sleep.

smut - below the cut

Oviposition kink, collaring, bdsm elements, size difference, breed kink, and mostly for fem!reader, genderswap elements.

He retains wonderful control over that shapeshifting ability, he loves using it too. So double-dick is something he does enjoy. He looks for any excuse to make you happy, if you express you want both holes filled, he’ll gladly do so.

Zhongli also enjoys stone eggs and aphrodisiac usage. He loves stone eggs he found to put inside of you and watch as you push them out, he has also made these ones and takes great pleasure in making them resonate in your body. They’re covered usually in an aphrodisiac that leaves you sensitive and begging for him to actually breed you.

That shapeshifting ability of his, if there is ever a time you want to indulge in wanting a female body against yours. He’s more than happy to tap into his old forms and indulge. It is also a fun time to get back at him for exploiting all your sensitive spots.

He’s a firm believer in negotiating bdsm before you two engage, it’s never spontaneous for indulging in it because it is a built of trust. The collar you wear symbolizes that during it. He also will get you a serious collar made of gold and has his symbol to it. You don’t take this off when at big social gatherings and it wards people off if they know who he was that you are thoroughly claimed by a Geo archon.

I believe he’d have firm control over whether he can get anyone pregnant. So if you express you want a child he’ll gladly give you one, if you never want one, he makes sure you never are. Giving someone a life is a serious commitment and he’d only do that with someone he thoroughly wants to build that life with and when they express want for one.

So guilt free sex and feeling him fill you is something he loves the most. He loves to see it drip and also thoroughly enjoys playing with you on saying he’s going to breed you full. Just that breeding comes in the form of the eggs he pushes into you and then watches as you writhe all sensitive to expel them.

“Come on my love, you said you wanted me to breed you. You can handle a few eggs, do I need to get bigger ones? Hmm.. I think I do.” Is what you’ll hear before he pushes the one you were about to get out back in to watch you do it again while holding onto the leash on your collar to make you look him in his eyes while he does it.

“Good girl. Now again.”

#zhongli hcs #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x fem!reader #zhongli x female reader #zhongli

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valorantized · 1 month

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take a risk • perform

saturday

"ugh, this dress is ruined!" attempting to remove the alcohol off your silk dress. "and now i smell like vodka,” needless to say, you were extremely upset. "and she didn't even apologize," now you were forcefully trying to wipe your dress. sae grabbed your arm stopping you from ruining your dress even more.

"she'll get her karma, don't worry," she comforted you. she smiled as you nodded, "now let's head back, we have some more drinking to do.” right as you two walked out of the bathroom you slammed into someone's chest.

“oh god, im sorry” you apologized before looking at the person.

“suguru?” “y/n?” both of you said at the same time.

you looked at him with surprise, “hi, what’re you doing here?”

“we’re preforming here tonight, i thought satoru would’ve said something,” he told you.

"all he said was that he's busy with the band, i didn't know you guys would be performing here," you stated.

“where is that imbecile, anyway?" sae pitched in. suguru pointed to a door straight ahead, "in there, I was about to go in, want to come say hi?"

“sure!” right after you agreed suguru began walking towards the door. upon opening the door you were met with the sight of a shirtless satoru dramatically throwing his clothes around, as soon as he heard the door open satoru whipped his head to the door “suguru, i’ve been waiting for you i don’t know what to wear!” he wailed loudly. “wait sae? y/n?” he tilted his head like a lost puppy, “what’re you guys doing here?”

sae draped her arm around your shoulders, “first of all put a damn shirt on and we’re here to celebrate y/n and her song!!” you smiled at satoru before a shirt hit the back of his head. “wear this one,” shoko told him as she walked up to all of you. “hey guys!” she smiled while ruffling your hair, you smacked her hand away before giving her a hug. “shoko oh my god i haven’t seen you in forever!” she hugged you back with enough force to knock the air out your lungs, “i know kid, i heard about your song and i gotta say i’m proud, congratulations!”

“where’s choso?” sae cut in. choso, you forgot about him. he was your favorite member out of the band even though you had never met him before. he played bass and he played good and that was enough for you to decide he was your favorite. “apparently his girlfriend spilled the drink she bought so he went to buy her another one,” satoru said, now on the floor folding his scattered clothes.

sae’s eyes widened “girlfriend? since when?” suguru sighed as he sat on the couch, “they were talking for a few months but they just started dating a fee weeks ago.”

satoru nodded his head, “yeah but she’s kinda bitchy no offense though.” as he finished a girl tumbled in through the door with the infamous choso.

“umm isn’t that…?” sae whispered to you with widened eyes. you shook your head, “yeah, the girl that bumped into me.”

“hey guys i’m back,” choso waved, “who’re you?” he looked at you. “hi my name’s y/n” you wanted to shrink when he stared you down with a blank look. “y/n? you’re the one who sings right?” he asked. you nodded with a smile. “satoru talks about you all the time, its nice to finally meet you.” he smiled at you. you let out a breathe you didn’t know you were holding, relieved to know he didn’t hate you.

“i just had the best idea ever!” satoru jumped up off the floor. “y/n you should perform your song with us.”

“uhh i don’t know,” you mumbled.

“come on, it’ll be great!” satoru jumped around “right guys” he looked around. geto and shoko nodded. “i think it’s a good idea if we had an opener,” choso chimed in which lead to satoru violently nodding his head.

“what do you say? we’ll be performing in like 20 mins,” satoru said, now holding your shoulders. you craned your head up to look at him “umm sure i guess…”

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this took me so long to write… ALSO SORRY THIS IS ALL WRITTEN how do we feel about choso’s gf?? i know this is a choso smau but him having a gf is for plot purposes (cue evil laugh 😈)

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#jjk #jjk smau #jujutsu kaisen #choso #choso x reader #choso x y/n #geto suguru #gojo satoru #shoko ieiri #nanami kento #yuta okkotsu #maki zenin #megumi fushiguro #smau #nobara kugisaki #yuji itadori #toge inumaki

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lixiesfreckless · 1 month

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p1harmony and their kinky-haired girlfriends

a bit niche, but the reader(y/n) is typically portrayed with eurocentric hair(which isn't bad!), so when this idea popped into my head yesterday I just HAD to indulge it as a kinky haired girl myself <3

Keeho

metaphorically falls to his knees whenever you come home from the salon

"oooooh girlllllll-" [immediately starts screaming with you]

will take a million photos of you because he's lowkey obsessed with everything that you do with your hair

don't know what style to do next? don't worry, he has a photo album in his phone that's kept track of every hairdo you've ever had, in case you want to try something new or return to a previous look

he WILL lay your edges better than you. and he absolutely slays the swirls that he likes to put in them

matching silk bonnets!!!

if you own any wigs, HIDE THEM if you're watching reality tv. Keeho will otherwise run to grab one while you watch the kardashians just to up the sass level

in all seriousness you guys love acting a fool in your wigs. bob-offs are a monthy endeavor

Theo

wash day connoisseur

he's taking off work. he doesn't care

knows it's a whole process and wants to help in any way he can because he's not very good at braiding or styling kinky hair

makes it into a spa day so you don't stress

has the leave in conditioner-water-gel combo DOWN and takes his time sectioning your hair so the curls define just right

loves talking to you like you're in a salon and he's just the hairdresser trying to get to know you(it's his sneaky way of checking in on you)

will complain/be sad when you say you're getting a new style in because he gets so attached to the current one but he immediately forgets the old one the minute you come home with something new

Jiung

LOVES braiding your hair. you'll actually quit going to braiders yourself in favor of staying home and binging your favorite show while jiung finishes your ends for you

in fact, if you teach him to cornrow, he will be OBSESSED with braiding cool shapes on your head in case you ever want a badass protective style

he finds it very therapeutic and loves being close to you for prolonged periods of time, bonus points if you fall asleep. he will simply die if you do that

has a playlist just for times like these </333

late night trips to the beauty supply store! because he didn't get enough rubber bands and wants to finish your hair TODAY

Intak

LITERALLY falls to his knees whenever you come home from the salon

"okay okay, this is my favorite look on you" he has said this every time

enamored and cannot stop staring at you

pictures of you allllll over his social media, he's basically a fanpage

wants you to braid his hair so bad, and when you do you both know he looks so goofy but it's adorable

"do you need anything from the beauty supply store? I'm on my way home from work right now"

oiling your scalp is his job(he won't let you do it because he knows how relaxing it is when you don't do it yourself)

he is so focused. and it is SO cute.

Soul

matching hair!!!

no I'm so serious he keeps his hair longish so you guys can always match. he will dye it, he'll let you braid it, put cute rings and charms in it etc. you guys will show up to EVERY event matching if he can help it

speaking of charms and rings, he will buy the coolest ones he can find just for you to try because he thinks you look ethereal with them and can't get enough of it

begs you to let him accessorize your hair(like you're an art piece! because you are, to him at least)

crazy head massages whenever you don't have your hair done

will always say that he doesn't have a favorite style, but whenever you get braids with beads at the end he acts a little stupid

Jongseob

this boy LOVES a good fro

doesn't matter if it's big or small he just can't wrap his head around the fact that your hair literally DEFIES GRAVITY

thinks your hair is the coolest thing in the world(he's jealous)

wants you to explain to him in detail anything that he doesn't understand. he hates having a language barrier whenever you two talk about hair and he wants it GONE

so when you notice him using lingo that you taught him, you get all flustered and he thinks it's SO cute

whenever you need to take down a protective style, he is THERE and ready to set a new record

he's literally a speedrunner and thinks it's a fun little game because it is. there's a folder in your notes app with his best times

#piwon #piwon fluff #piwon x reader #p1h #p1harmony ff #p1harmony fanfic #p1harmony #p1harmony headcanons #keeho #theo #jiung #intak #soul #jongseob #p1h fluff

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no-name-publishing · 1 year

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Manacled by SenLinYu

My 8-month marathon on this project has finally come to a close, and I have a ton of pictures to share!

We’ve got a split-board binding with made-endpapers and a built-in tab for extra support. Hand-sewn endbands with silk-finish cotton sewing thread. Done in a millimeter binding style with black leather, and a hand-drawn and -painted floral motif across the middle. Final page count is just under 1.4k. I figure altogether this was around ~50 hours worth of work for the whole binding, from beginning to the typeset to pulling the final book out of the press.

More pictures of the binding and typeset under the cut! If you have any questions or want more info about the process don’t hesitate to ask!

In truth I over measured/estimated the needed length of my leather; this and my poor pare job is definitely visible through the cloth lol, but I’m still jazzed with the result since I’d never touched leather before this. I designed the spread digitally in Procreate, printed it, transferred it to my cloth using carbon transfer paper, then painted using Jacquard Lumiere Metallic gold paint and a refillable .75mm paint pen.

Printed:

Transferred:

Mid-painting:

From starting the drawing to finishing the painting I’d say this part took ~15 hours. Close up of the spine:

Each endband measures around 3 3/4″ (9.5cm) in length and took around 5 hours to complete. The core is 4-ply hemp cord that I coated with PVA glue. Wrapped with a single strand of red silk-finish cotton thread, and one strand of polyester yellow thread, since it’s kinda shiny. Last I counted it was something like 300+ wraps of thread for each band. The uh, cat hair here is just an added bonus I suppose. Like when you buy a new pair of jeans and get that free sticker.

Some progress shots:

The tie downs. I usually will try to tie down every other signature. With 68 signatures you can understand this ate up a metric shitton of thread.

Different angle. Also a good few of the top of the textblock, which was trimmed painstakingly by hand with a wood chisel.

Smooth as a shark etc.

And some shots of the innards!

Each chapter page when through four rounds of printing: 1st through an inkjet, for the floral; 2nd through a laser printer for the number; 3rd through a laminator for the gold toner-reactive foil; and 4thly for the rest of the text.

Half-title page:

One of the attempts to foil a crane. The toner may have been too thin a line for it to work, or perhaps not dense enough tonerly. I don’t have control over that setting on our Xerox unfortunately.

A second shot of a golden crane. This was slightly more successful but lord knows why. Luck.

Fun fact is that this Daily Prophet page ALONE was about 8 hours worth of typesetting. I do all my typesetting in Word, and this page was recreated line-by-line individually. A few of these elements I also had to redraw by hand since there were just no good alternatives online. Anywho though, good payoff.

Nextly, some in-progess shots I don’t have a good segway into lol. A detail you can’t see on the book but I know is there, is hand-dyed scarlet linen thread, drip drying on my shower curtain rod:

Freshly sewn. 68 signatures, no waiting:

Rounded and backed:

And a close up of the special tab/made-endpaper construction. Stupidly I didn’t take any shots of gluing the split boards on, but I think the idea is pretty easy to imagine. Just picture this tab getting glued in between the cover boards.

You can kind of see it here:

And finally, the behemoth on the shelf. This bad boy tips the scales at just over 4 pounds (about 1.8 grams). Glad to have it; more glad to move on with my life.

Thank you for reading!!

#manacled #senlinyu #harry potter #fanficbookbinding #fanbinding #book binding #nonamepublishing #long post #dramione

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monsterloverwriting · 7 months

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Can you make a extended

Story about that woman monster pls

Oh I can happily do this!!!

Inspired by this post Fem!reader/Fem!vampire, explicit sex scene, established relationship, MDNI

Her hands slid down your side in the most gentle of caresses you could imagine she was capable of. The soft touch turned sharp as her pointed claws curled into the supple skin of your waist.

"Darling, you look divine." Her silk lined voice purred into your ear as she pressed herself to your back, hands roaming to move across your stomach to slowly run her claws over your sensitive skin. Her touch was so soft as she massaged into your soft skin, her head dipping to burrow in the crook of your neck as she inhaled reviling in your scent. You couldn't stop the soft hum of contentment as you relaxed fully into her loving caresses.

"I just got done cleaning, I can't look that good." You teased at your own expense as you felt her soft lips gently make a line down your throat to your shoulder. Her grip at your waist tightened slightly pulling you closer to her as she let her fangs gently graze against your skin, not breaking skin but enough to feel.

"Nonsense, everyday, at every moment you are the most delectable thing I will ever lay my eyes on. Your scent, is enough to drive me crazy each time you walk past, the sway of your hips is hypnotic in a way I am tempt to claim you a witch. And the fact that I know I am the only one to hold you, kiss you, caress you, bite you." She paused her kisses and touches turning hungry as she moved down your shoulders, finger sliding into the waistband of your leggings. "Drives me mad with a hunger I will never be able to put to words."

As if to emphasize her words she spins you, pinning you against the kitchen counter with incredible speed almost leaving you dizzy as her arms land on either side of you pinning you into place. You blink at her as she drops to her knees, hands moving to roam over your thighs as she roughly starts massaging her fingers into the fabric of your pants. You have to stifle a smile at the evident annoyance on her face at the fabric.

Marcella brought her face closer to you, her nose gently pressing against your exposed lower belly before her fang snagged into the waist band of your leggings ripping them easily at the band, her hand moving up to finish the rip down your leg.

"Hey! I just-" Your protest was cut short when a hand with thick pointed claws dug into your now bare thigh.

"I'll buy you new ones." She huffed as her other hand made swift work of moving your panties to the side nose burying into your curls as her tongue flattened against your clit. Her claws dug into your thighs as you let out a moan like that was exactly what she was hungry for. Your back arched against the counter as she spread her tongue against your clit, firming each caress as her hands roamed over your thighs, claw tips grazing at the sensitive skin.

Your back arched into her mouth, pressing your cunt even closer to her mouth as she backed away very slightly to glance up at you as you felt her now blunted nails rake across your inner thigh.

"What a good little snack you're being, how sweet you taste on my tongue." Her silky voice was rough, sounded hungry as she started to circle at your clit with her fingers before she moved in again her lithe tongue thrusting into your cunt hard as she drank you in. Your moan was loud and long as she thrust into you, her fingers moving deftly at your clit in smooth tight circles.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Was all you could manage as your fingers dug into her hair, you heard and felt her little moan as she worked you, closer to the edge.

"Shit Marci yes!" You moaned so close to cumming your could fell the familiar pressure building inside you. She pulled away her fingers never stopping. Before you even had time to groan your disapproval she sunk her sharp fangs into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

This sent you over as you screamed your release and she drank you in.

Marcella pulled away, licking the red from your thigh and her lips before looking up at you with a sly smirk.

"Such a sweet little snack."

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legend-of-thyme · 5 months

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Today is @ikaishere 's birthday (at least in my time zone, and I know I'm barely squeaking it in here) and tomorrow is mine. I borrowed the modern AU boys to write some sibling fluff and GrooZeLink. Hope you had a great birthday!!!

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“What do you guys think? The feather earrings or the swords?” Sky turns his head side to side critically eyeing his reflection in the mirror.

“Personally I think you should worry more about finding some pants first,” drawls Wars from where he’s sprawled over bed without even looking up from his phone. “Sun and Groose might not mind your ratty old pajama shorts, but the restaurant will probably have some objections”.

Sky flops backwards into a pile of laundry with a groan earning himself an indignant squeak from Wind.

“Sky!” he complains, snatching up one of his hands before he can run it through his hair. “You’re going to ruin my masterpiece”

“Sorry, sorry,” he replies, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. “At least my nails will look nice even if I have to go dressed in a burlap sack”. Wind beams and he can’t help but smile. The kid did a good job on the nails, even forgoing his usual favorite neon oranges for a softer shade of blue coated in white crackle.

Warrior’s eye roll is nearly audible. “Don’t be dramatic. Didn’t you buy a skirt for tonight just last week?”

“That was before I knew we were going indoor skydiving between the escape room and dinner! I have to bring a change of clothes and if I put it in my bag it will get all horrible and wrinkly.”

Wind pokes through one of the discarded piles of shirts, picking things up to examine them before tossing them to the side. “Just wear your date jeans. It’s your birthday. Shouldn’t you just wear what you like?”

Sky pouts. Wind is right of course, but it’s the principle of the thing. He has plenty of clothes that hit the sweet spot of being comfortable while also making him feel confident and attractive, but he’s hoping for more tonight. Something to really wow his partners. There’s a warmth that curls through his chest whenever Groose gives him a slow once over and a low whistle, or when Sun reaches out to trace the pattern of his shirt or play with a bit of lace or tassel that he would bottle and keep forever if he could. And maybe War’s is right and he is being a little dramatic, but that warmth is going to be his birthday present to himself if he has to turn his closet inside out to get it.

A balled up sock hits him in the head, breaking him from his thoughts. He looks around in time to seek Wars drop his phone on the bedside table and swing to his feet.

“Do you trust me?,” he asks, smiling.

“A terrifying question,” Wind mutters under his breath and Sky can’t help snorting a laugh into his fist as Warriors sticks his tongue out at their youngest brother, dignity forgotten.

“I would trust Wild at this point if it gets me to my date on time”.

“All right then,” Wars cracks his knuckles with a grin. “Grab your date jeans. We’ll pair them with Sun’s old band shirt she did that diy fringe on”.

“The ‘without music life would B♭’ one? Are you sure?” Sky frowns as Wind begins searching.

“Very. The stupid pun makes you smile and it shows a little skin,” Wars nods and circles him slowly as he pulls on the clothes. “The purple silk scarf would make a cute belt and if you promise not to scuff them I’ll lend you my jacquard docs”. He nods, satisfied. “It’s going to get cold tonight so you should top it off with Groose’s old leather jacket you stole when he wanted to get rid of it”.

Sky spins slowly, getting a feel for the outfit and letting Wars examine his work before turning to the mirror. It’s comfortable and easy to move in and the shoes and belt make it feel special enough for a date outfit. Wind clambers up onto the bed behind him and swiftly does up the clasp to a necklace before jumping down to hug onto his side. He reaches up and smiles softly as he feels the familiar iris brooch.

“There,” Wars returns his smile and ruffles Wind’s hair. “Now you look perfect”.

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“Sky!” Sun calls, rushing across the parking lot to pull him down for a kiss before leaning her head on his shoulder and tangling her fingers in the beaded tassels of his shirt. “We were starting to worry you’d fallen asleep or something.”

He sticks his tongue out at her and hugs her tighter, admiring the way she looks with his old fuzzy green sweater hanging off one shoulder. “And miss my perfect birthday date? Never. I bet Legend we could beat the escape room’s record time”.

Butterflies erupt in his stomach even as he teases her, reminding him of the early days of his crush.

“Well, well, well,” Groose saunters more slowly across the lot, hands shoved in his pockets. “I never thought I’d see the day, but I think you wear that jacket better than I ever did”. He pulls Sky in to kiss him, once on the lips and once on the forehead, before holding him at arms length and whistling slowly. “I like the different earrings”.

The different– Sky’s hands fly to his ears and, sure enough, he’s still wearing one feather earring and one sword. “Yeah,” he says, doing his best to sound casual and knowing he’s failing, “I wanted to try something new”.

Groose smiles down at him knowingly as Sun bursts into laughter. He can feel his cheeks reddening and desperately searches for a change in subject. “What about you?” he asks Groose, gesturing at his too tight plaid shirt. “You look like you’re about to burst out of that thing? Where did you even get–”

He cuts himself off and looks at the shirt again. “Wait. That’s my shirt.” He looks between them, baffled as Sun begins to grin and Groose looks sheepish and almost nervous. “Are you both wearing my clothes?”

“We thought it might be fun to match,” Groose admits, embarrassed. “You’re wearing our things”.

“It was Groose’s idea,” Sun nods enthusiastically. “And I told Wars to text us what you picked out. Did you really change your outfit six times?”

Warmth blazes through Sky’s chest as he looks at his partners. It’s such a fun idea and the sort of thing he would normally suggest. The sort of thing other people had teased him for in the past. They put so much effort into today and they did it all for him. His mouth opens and closes and he finds himself at a loss for what to say. What words could possibly be enough?

Sky swallows the lump in his throat and beams at them as hard as he can. “I really love you guys, you know?”.

#ika's modern au #lu sky #lu wind #lu warriors #lu sun #lu groose #groozelink #you always seem to have so much fashion fun #drawing isn't really my thing #but i thought id try writing some

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Congratulations on 1k Robyn ❤️❤️❤️🥳🥳🥳

I should breathe a little bit softer - Send me an AU along with a character and I'll write a lil blurb (royal au, soulmate, muggle, band etc)

My request is-

Mafia AU with poly!marauders (excluding Peter) x fem!reader where reader had an bad experience with haircut in her childhood and ever since she hasn’t cut her hair. So Sirius notices her hair has split ends and confronts her about it (sweetly obviously) and she tell her back story and all her boyfriends help her and convince her sweetly to have her haircut in many years for the first time because they have to go to some party or gala or something and she is super scared but her boyfriends are there to comfort her while she is getting her haircut 😅😅.

(Mafia!marauders is like the vibe I have imagined in my head for this, I have absolutely no idea why)

Weird Together

poly! mafia! marauders x fem! reader

Summary: Sirius convinces his girlfriend to let him and the boys cut her hair

Warnings: swearing, established relationship, fluffy chaos, reader has long hair (plot reasons ^), mentions of broken glass, sex and food, one passing mention of hitmen, bruises/cuts and blood

A/n: 0.9k words, Sirius Black x fem! reader focus, mostly the lead up since I didn't want to describe the haircut vividly so it can be inclusive 💛

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“Darlin?” Sirius gently calls from the kitchen as he drapes his leather jacket over a nearby chair

Walking in he hears the music coming from the bathroom upstairs and he smirks, although you and the boys had your moments as a group, he adored the individual ones.

He was already unbuttoning his black shirt was he sauntered up the stairs, his tattoos he knew you worshiped on display. He was about to say some flirty line but then he saw you, silk dressing gown hugging your body, face fresh without any makeup and your hair to his surprise was loose, natural.

He and the other boys had talked about it but they never wanted to push you as to why they hardly saw you with your hair down, and never when it was dry. They figured you were just more comfortable like that, but as his eyes trailed down he say the frays, the thinning near the ends, he realised out of the very few expenses you ever troubled them with, a salon had never been one of them

“Hi” he knocks on the door gently letting himself in

You let out a squeak, knocking over a glass far of hair cream and sending it smashing on the ground “I’m so sorry!” you bend down, trying to pick up the thankfully large shards of glass when you start crying

“Darling hey” Sirius steps around the mixture glass and cream on the floor “Hey” he coos kneeling down, gently taking the glass out of your hands and placing it on the floor “Don’t worry about that, I’ll buy you more”

“It didn’t work anyway” you sniffle “None of them worked”

His eyebrows knit, looking up at the assortment of hair products, all promising split end recovery, shine and hydration “Come on” he helps you up “Let’s get you…” he lifts you over the section broken glass “…out of here and to the bedroom okay?” he says, leading you through

You stay quiet as you reach the upstairs bedroom and take a seat on the large bed, not knowing how to explain why you were so upset, or how much you hope he won’t notice your hair

“What’s wrong?” he asks sitting next to you, hand going to rub your lower back

You lean your head into him “I…I wanted to wear my hair down for the gala tonight” you wipe your nose with the sleeve of your dressing gown “But I couldn’t…” you sigh

Sirius’ cups your chin with his fingers to bring your head around to look at him “Nothing we can’t fix darlin, every salon in area would kill to have you in their chair for tonight” he tries to assure you

You shake your head pulling away from him and out of his grip, leaving him with a hurt look on his face “No” you grip some of your hair as if he’s going to take it away

He tries to reach out but ultimately pulls back “Why not?” he asks softly, looking more concerned than hurt now

You grimace, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and fear over what he’ll say “I haven’t had a haircut since I was 11” you confess

His eyes widen “11?” he confirms

You nod “It was one of my cousins weddings and they took me to this new hairdressers. The women that did it ruined my hair, the guy who own the place apologised on her behalf saying she was new and wasn’t used to my hair type. He offered to fix it but I didn’t want to go back in the chair” you explain “I haven’t let anyone touch my hair since…I know it sounds stupid” you pout

“It’s not stupid, when me, Jamie and Rem were all at school I didn’t talk to Jamie for a year after he gave be bangs in my sleep”

You giggle “Really?”

He moves closer to you, heart-warming when you lean into him again “Really. It took me almost 5 years before I let them touch it again”

“You let me braid it though?” you tilt your head

He blushes “Yeah well you were a special case” he shyly smiles, planting a lingering kiss to your forehead

Your heart flutters “So you don’t think I’m weird?” you ask, peering up at him

“Never and even if you are, I’m weird too” he grins

“So we’re weird together?”

“Always” he nudges his nose with yours “Plus those other weridos” he winks making you giggle

“Is it bad?” you motion to your hair

He tilts his head, taking an array strand “Honest?” you nod “You just needs the ends cut, a few inches off the length would clean it up” he sees you looking uneasy “If you want we could do it? Jamie and Remus will be here within the hour”

“You can cut hair?”

He chuckles “Course. Rem is the best at longer hair, he does mine and my hair is…”

“Perfect” you play with one of his curls, pulling it down and letting it cutely ping back up

He grins “And that’s why you’re my favourite” he pecks your nose

Around half an hour later along with plenty of cuddles and reassurances Sirius convinces you to tell the other boys and let Remus cut your hair. Sirius held your hand the entire time while James told you funny stories.

When it was over you cried, something that made them all panic for a good minute before realising it was happy crying, not only had a literal weight be cut off but a mental one. You felt lighter and confident, ready to start wearing your hair down and natural again…which was ironic considering later you and the boys would blow of their very own gala to watch movies in bed instead

Thank you for reading 💛

#sirius black and reader #remus lupin and reader #james potter and reader #poly marauders x reader #poly marauders #marauders x reader #marauders and reader #sirius x reader #sirius black and you #sirius black and y/n #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #remus lupin and you #remus lupin and y/n #james potter x reader #james potter and y/n #robyns1kcelebration

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House Of Memories (47/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: a lil spice, nothing smutty tho

Summary: Padme begins to spoil you, preparing you for bed, and once you finally settle in, someone knocks at your window.

A/n: ay bros have fun with this i was high on Benadryl when writing...

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

Words: 2.4k

"It's lovely, isn't it?" You showed Padme the string of leather, wrapped around half a blue kyber crystal. You hadn't been able to stop smiling since the moment he placed it in your hand, kissing you and telling you to keep it safe for him.

"It's beautiful," she seemed to be wondering what it was, and what the significance of it was. You could hear those thoughts floating about, so you figured you'd explain it to her.

"It's the crystal from his first saber. Over the years it wore out, and split, but he kept it," you explained, spinning the small piece between your fingers as it hung from your neck. The string had been made long enough so you could wear it under your robes without it being seen. He knew you would probably not like the idea of taking it off just because you had to walk about the temple. "I used to ask him about it when I was younger, he just said it reminded him of his Master..."

"And now it will remind you of yours," she finished for you, pulling you up from the seat and handing you a lovely silk nightgown with a matching robe. You took them thankfully, walking behind the shade and beginning to change.

"He's always been so thoughtful," you you sighed, pulling on the satin fabric to wear it felt like heaven over your skin. The robes you wore were functional, sure, but the instant comfort you felt in this lovely nightdress was sensational. You slid both arms through the robe, tying it around your waist and then stepping out from behind the small dressing barrier. "I don't think I'll ever get used to the feeling he gives me."

She chuckled, beckoning you to sit in the chair at her vanity. It seemed ridiculous, the senator doing this for you, instead of the other way around. You were reveling in it, if only for tonight, because that was probably the only time it would last. You sat down, your smile still as vibrant as ever as she untied your hair to brush. She reached for your Padawan braid, ready to undo its restraints, but you stopped her.

"Wait," you grabbed it out of your hand, turning around to provide an explanation for your suddenness. "I can't take this out... I'll hold onto it so it doesn't get in the way."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was so important," she apologized, but you shook her head, again preventing her from running the brush through your hair.

"It's not technically important, but I'm a little particular about the tradition surrounding it."

"Do tell," she said with intrigue, beginning to finally detangle the matted strands, making them shiny and smooth with each stroke.

"Well, the only one to braid or unbraid my hair over the duration of my training is my Master. It's symbolic, and every time he takes it down to redo it, another band is added to mark my progress," you were very modern in all your beliefs, as were most Jedi in your generation, and even a few in the generation before, but this was a tradition you would uphold, even for the sake of it being important because your Master was the same man who loved you so dearly. "After my trials he'll take it down, and award me with all the progress bands."

"I see, I remember Anakin telling me Obi-Wan cut his off after he became a knight."

"It might sound silly to some, and I can understand it, I'm just very sentimental about these things.... ouch," you winced slightly, as she accidently ran the brush too hard through a rough tangle, pulling your head to the side. She giggled, removing the brush before working the hair a bit with her fingers.

"It doesn't sound silly at all. It's a special tradition with someone important to you," she used a wide tooth comb to work out any of the last little catches of hair before she pushed it in front of your shoulders, leaving it to frame your face. She sat down beside you and made you to look in the mirror in order to see her handy work. "How shall we style it tomorrow?"

Your eyes went wide, and you were rather unsure of her meaning, because why would you style it? You had planned on wearing it how you normally did, either back up and away from your face, or down and around your shoulders like it was now,

"It doesn't need to be styled, I'm sure it will be fine the way it is," you suggested, but she waved her hands and set about pulling your hair in different directions to see how it would look.

"Need I remind you, this event is formal, and even you will have to be readied for the occasion," she was treating you how you should suspect a mother might treat you in the odd situation that this was. Jedi didn't go to fancy parties, not by invitation, anyway. They always stood by to watch, as guards of the event. You couldn't help but feel somewhat awkward, sitting next to a literal senator, who had once been Queen of Naboo. She knew more about these things than you ever could, and yet, she would do everything in her power to prepare you.

"Does Obi-Wan know? Because he may not like it," you warned, and for good reason. He was confident by nature, but only because he was confident in his own skin, his own clothes, as a Jedi Master. He wasn't some politician, or some fancy partygoer, so he may feel the way you feel now if he knows of the qualifications of the celebration.

"He will be fine, as will you. I promise, it will be one of the most memorable nights of your lives," she assured you, and you believed she was right, if only because her tone was always so persuasive.

When she had played with your hair enough, she had a nice idea of what the style should look like, however she would have to bring in several more hands tomorrow to help it all come to fruition.

"It's getting late, we should retire for the evening and discuss more preparations tomorrow," she patted your shoulders and backed away, allowing you to stand up and follow her to the connected room that you would be staying in.

It was a lovely room, the decor of it themed to a pretty light teal color. It was soothing, and the view out the window was simply spectacular. The falls of the distant mountain were visible, lit up by the pale moon light. There was a door to a balcony, too, the ledge of it being like a frame surrounding the scenery.

By the time she'd left back to her own room, and you were settled in, you'd been quite tired, the calming atmosphere being so different from back home, but it was a welcome change. You could substitute the city noise from Coruscant with the sounds of nature that lurked here. Instead of humming engines, speeders whizzing by on the highway, you could listen to a waterfall, the rivers overflowing and cascading down the steep mountain.

You laid back in the bed, the sheets being nearly just as silky as the gown and robe you wore, but even more inviting and warm, a small contrast to the chilled air of the room.

Sleep could have taken you right there, except for it didn't, because there were three small taps on the window.

Obi-Wan felt out of place in the large room, unsure of what to do with so much space, especially when there was no one to share it with. He was sure that had you been there, you'd be making yourself at home in the luxurious commodities that surrounded him, and had you been here, he would be far more open to letting himself relax.

He didn't realize how much he would miss having you by his side, you'd been sharing a bed with him since before any confessions were ever made, and just having you there as a comfort was something he had grown used to, someone to lay beside and wrap his arms around when the night grew colder. He tried to pretend he was on a mission, because when he lacked your presence on a mission, it seemed easier to sleep knowing there was a reason why. Now, he felt it was just foolish that he think this way, as Padme had been so kind to provide all of this loveliness and he had nothing he could even complain about.

It was just so... quiet. So dim, and he felt rather lonely in this foreign place, a new room, with no company except for the palace staff popping in earlier to deliver his clothing set for the next day, which he was flabbergasted by in the first place. It wasn't regal, or extremely fancy, but it was a stark difference from what he ever wore, and it seemed like it would call too much attention to him.

He tried to brush all of these intrusive thoughts away, unsure of why they were so persistent in the first place, but then he realized, you were usually there to keep his attention, and thoughts like this never dared enter his mind when you were around, because you lit up his entire existence just by being there.

He had made up his mind to find you, although he didn't know how he would go about it, or if he even would be able to get to you if he did. He didn't really think it through, which is what brought him here, to the gardens beneath your balcony, or at least what he thought was your balcony. He sensed your presence was near, and had only hoped that he wasn't about to climb up to Padme's terrace, as that might be a bit harder to explain.

He was exceptionally skilled, it wasn't hard for him to scale the surrounding ledges to reach where he wanted to go, no, the hard part was getting your attention without making noise. He gently tapped on the glass three times, and saw your figure stir in the bed through the window, but you didn't seem to want to move. He wasn't sure if you were even conscious enough to receive it, but he sent a small message through to your head, pleading with the force that you'd heard him.

'I missed you, my love,' rang through your head, nearly scaring the kriff out of you. You rose to a sit in the luxurious bed, looking over your shoulder through narrow eyes at your Master, and though you were tired, you had missed him, too. It was this time of night that you both usually shared stories of the day, of times you weren't able to be together, or of things you could not say aloud when in public. it was this time of night that he would count off all the ways you'd made him proud, kissing your head and holding your close to him.

You swept your legs over the bed, walking over to the door and opening it up to him, a sly look upon your face when you saw his reaction to what you were wearing. He didn't feel his cheeks turn red, but you saw it happen before you, and it made you chuckle softly, your stare at him still glazed.

"The door was unlocked, you know," you whispered, and stepped aside, letting him walk in. He was still fully dressed, robed from head to toe, minus his cloak, which he left in his room for the evening.

He came in slowly, but maker help him, he was so enraptured by your appearance, he simply forgot how to use words. He opened his mouth to let them out, but they weren't there to begin with.

You closed the door and looked back at him with a tilt of your head, and he could see the beautiful brushed out strands, not including your braid, which he'd redone for you about a month prior. He stepped closer, ready to let words fail him, as actions spoke louder than words. He set a hand at your waist, the soft material under his calloused hand was such a distinct feeling.

"Obi," you let out under your breath when he gently gripped your side in a subtle squeeze.

He leaned down, brushing his nose against yours, and watched as you closed your eyes. Here you were, tired like an overworked bantha on a farm, and you were ready for him to kiss you. You would never turn away his kisses. His secret language to you that spoke the volumes of his love into your physical being.

He did not waste a second, or even hesitate to grant your wish, collecting your lips in his own in a fervent and fiery way that he hadn't really expressed before. It was borderline aggressive, which he never was, at least he never was with you. It wasn't rough by any means, but far more straight forward, and filled with need that he didn't know how else to demonstrate.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he used both hands to pull you flush against him by your waist. Your little sounds of ecstasy were like music in his mind, and he was determined to make you sing for him, a great chorus of small sounds that he took into his own mouth, the vibration fulfilling a very specific desire within him.

"Jump," he whispered, and you did so, hopping from the ground and wrapping your legs around his hips to elevate yourself. His lips were back on yours, but his focus was where his hands laid on your body. One of his arms now supported you, a hand grazing your ass ever few seconds.

He turned himself, taking a few steps back until he felt the edge of the bed, and sat, keeping you right where you were on his lap, the heat of the moment stayed, though you'd broken apart again, just taking a moment to revel in the luxury. Jedi didn't take vacations, and they most definitely did not use said vacations to sneak into the room of another Jedi to make out with them in the middle of the night. This was a rare occasion, and you wanted to remember the way he looked right now, in this beautiful moment.

He did the same, taking in your moonlit glow, the lovely silk that outlined your body, leaving little to the imagination, gave you an appearance that made him believe that you truly were an angel. One that was sent for him to love and cherish and protect. He would continue to do all of those things, even after you were no longer his Padawan, he would make sacrifices just to keep you by his side.

"Stay with me tonight," you begged, eyes glazed, and lips swollen from his kiss. "Please..."

How could he refuse you? The answer was simple, he couldn't.

"I will."

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trashmouth-richie · 1 year

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TWIN FLAMES: PART 5

Part 4 Part 6 , Part 7

Summary: you make Eddie breakfast, and take a tip to Hawkins to see Wayne and where Eddie works. An unwanted surprise visitor makes their way to your house.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, smut, oral fem/receiving, blood, fighting

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader Eddie Munson x y/n reader

<w/c> 6.2k lmao she a long one

A/N: ahhh part 5 is a WILD ride! Smut, mechanic Eddie! Hope you enjoy! Feedback is loved and adored ❤️‍🔥

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The aroma of bacon sizzling in a pan wafts into Eddie’s nose arousing him from the deepest of slumbers he’s had in years. Bacon must have been the ”on sale” item at Bradley’s Big Buy Supermarket today, Wayne must have picked some up on his way home from the plant. It must be a special occasion, fuck is it Wayne’s birthday? Eddie, for the life of him, can’t recall what day it is. He throws his arms out of the covers yawning and stretching. It’s unusually bright in his room this morning, his eyes aren’t open yet but normally he can’t tell if it’s night or day in his cave of poster clad walls.

The first telltale sign that he’s not in his room is the feel of the sheets. They’re silky and cold against his bare chest and back, not the usual pilling crumb feeling of the sheets that are on his bed.

Panic settled in his foggy mind, his eyes flash open.

Y/N.

Your beautiful face fills his memory, he remembered the intimate night you two had wrapped in each other's arms, filling eachother up with every emotion possible. Drunk on lust and high on each other’s ragged moans.

The girls Eddie had been with previously never wanted more from him than just a quick fuck. Girls who only showed up to the Hideout to say they’ve hooked up with a guy in a band. Nothing serious. Ever. The memories of last night and how you were towards him made tears spring to his eyes. You were so incredibly kind and loving towards him he had never experienced this type of intimacy before. The feelings he had for you were overwhelmingly intoxicating. He felt as if he had to protect you at all costs. You were the only thing that mattered to him. He wasn’t familiar with the four letter word he never heard uttered from anyone in the history of him, Eddie Munson. But he felt like he was beginning to understand it more.

Eddie untangled himself from the silk sheets and made his way to the bathroom. Taking a peek in the mirror he almost missed the plum colored marks on his neck and chest and the eight pink vertical lines down his chest. He ran his fingers over the slightly raised streaks and laughed. Last night meant so much to him he only hoped you felt the same.

***

You had woken early, the sudden urge to pee taking over your sleeping body. Not wanting to unwrap yourself from Eddie’s muscular arms, you take the time to listen to his quiet little snores, relishing in how happy you are. The pressure of your bladder is ready to burst, letting out a small whine you throw your legs out of bed and carefully pry Eddie’s arms away from your body.

Walking to the bathroom your lower body ached from being stretched to fit Eddie. He was so deliciously big, it was damn near pornographic the way he expertly hit all the sweet spots. You touch your lips, thinking of his pouty plump ones on yours, his breath ghosting over them letting out soft moans. The way his hair danced across your cheeks with every thrust of his body. You were enthralled with Eddie and you didn’t want it any other way.

You finish up and walk back into your room, tiptoeing to not wake the sleeping beauty king. His hair is laid wildly across the pillows, curled up like a little kitten with the blankets tucked up underneath his chin. You place a small kiss on his cheek and sneak down the stairs.

You have just about everything ready. The table is set for two, coffee is made, and also every juice in the fridge is out on the table, in case Eddie didn’t drink coffee, pancakes are stacked five high on a serving platter in the middle of the table, scrambled eggs are in a fancy dish you’re sure hasn’t been used since Christmas, the bacon is the last thing to be done and you have a few pieces left to fry.

A long pair of tattooed muscular arms snake their way around your waist. Lips, softer than a down blanket, peck your cheeks.

“Good Morning sweetheart,” Eddie says sleepily into your neck. His arms are still wrapped around you tightly holding you close to him, his chin resting on your shoulder

“Morning baby,” you say, grabbing a piece of bacon, and turning slightly to feed him behind your shoulder.

Eddie takes a bite and groans as he crunches away.

“You really are a saint in daylight and a vixen in the moonlight aren’t you?” he asks, mouth full licking his lips.

You turn around seeing him awake for the first time all morning, “I guess you’ll have to find out… again” you say, giggling and kissing him sweetly, the savory taste of bacon still on his tongue.

“Mmmm, I could kiss you every minute of every day and it still wouldn’t be enough,” Eddie says, kissing your forehead and guiding you to the table, “now if you would please sit down, I will finish cooking the uhh, one piece of bacon.” Eddie say, rubbing the back of his neck.

Sitting at the table you look at Eddie and feel the heat rise from your cheeks as you notice the hickeys and scratches all over him.

“Oh my God!” You scream, horrified by your actions during the hot, passionate, heat of the moment.

Eddie steps back from the stove hands in the air like he’s about to be arrested, “What!? What’s wrong!”

“Your chest! Eddie! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” you yelp, covering your eyes in embarrassment.

Eddie lets out a roar of laughter, the heat on your cheeks rising to the top of your ears, a sick feeling in your stomach. Bringing the last of the bacon to the table, Eddie hovers beside you, grabbing your hands away from your face and tilting your chin so your eyes meet his.

“You do realize you’re the only girl who has genuinely wanted me around right?” Eddie says, staring into your eyes. “Two days I’ve known you and I’m already so fucking bewitched by you that I can’t think straight. This?” He motions pointing to the marks on his chest, “is the sexiest thing you could have done to me, and I love it. So please don’t beat yourself up over being so turned on while we were having the best sex of our lives that you clawed me, because just thinking about last night makes me want to slam you into this table and fuck you until your neighbors know my name.”

You're speechless. He is so open about every part of last night you didn’t realize how reclusive you were. You weren’t used to sharing intimate details of nights of passion. Steve almost forbade it. Immediately changing the subject as if he was too embarrassed to talk about it or too immature you weren’t sure.

Blushing at his words you stutter , “l-le-let’s eat baby, before it gets cold.”

The breakfast was delicious, you laugh as Eddie makes a “taco” out of a pancake and throws slices of bacon and some eggs on top, squeezing syrup on top to finish it off. He insists you try it, putting your hair back to avoid the syrupy mess, you lean in as syrup runs down his fingers taking a bite of his “masterpiece”. It’s actually quite good. His eyes shine with pride as you tell him so.

After finishing eating, Eddie grabs your plates and heads to the sink with them. Again telling you to sit down, “you’re spoiling me,” he says, “I can do the dishes just sit there and look pretty and tell me something about yourself.” He says with a grin filling the sink with hot soapy water.

“Well, obviously I’m an only child. My parents are both lawyers. I hate mushrooms, and olives. My favorite movie is Stand By Me. And I once skinny dipped in Lover’s Lake on a dare…. Oh and my full name is y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n.” You say almost in one breath, sitting with your knees up to your chin and sipping slowly on a cup of coffee. “Oh and probably something I should have mentioned before last night, I’m on the pill so ya know, we’re good.”

Eddie has a towel draped over his shoulder and is scrubbing away at the dishes. The sight alone is enough to make you laugh but his tongue is also poked out as he’s concentrating so hard to not drop anything. “Yeah I’m glad you said something, because I have never uhh,

not used a condom nor came inside someone before so I was just going to double check.” He said with a chuckle.

You step beside him and grab the towel off his shoulder starting to dry the dishes as he washed and rinsed them.

“Your turn” you say smiling brightly up at him.

“I uhh, have a question first, I never asked before but uhh, where are your parents? I mean I’m rocking half a chub here and they’ve never met me so I just need to know where I should hide if they come home to find me defiling their only daughter while being half naked.” he says looking a little scared.

“Oh yeah, sorry they’re in New York visiting my aunt and uncle, they fly home Tuesday, and as for the half chub, I’ve noticed, that thing could poke my fucking eye out it’s so big.”

It’s Eddie’s turn to be embarrassed as he tries to tuck his dick away. Immediately changing the subject,

“I live in Hawkins with my uncle Wayne. I’m 19. My dad is locked up serving a life sentence for murder, my mom is uh, haven’t seen her in almost 15 years, I run a D&D club with my friends, I’m deathly afraid of polar bears, I know all the words to every song by Metallica, and I once got sprayed by a skunk and had to shave my head.” He says with a small laugh.

Eddie’s life is so different from your own you just want to hold him and never let him go. How a mother could walk out on her own child is beyond you, maybe Eddie’s dad was abusive towards her but why wouldn’t she take Eddie with her? Wayne seems like a real stand up guy taking Eddie in after all the bullshit his parents put him through. The only wrong thing your parents ever did was force your relationship with Steve.

“I’m sorry about your mom and dad, that must be hard on you.” You say placing a hand on his arm and leaning into him.

“Eh, it’s nothing, I don’t get the shit beat out of me anymore so that’s a plus. And Wayne is great, he’d give his left nut for me if I needed it.” Eddie shrugs lightly and gives you a soft smile.

Your heart breaks into a thousand pieces hearing those words. You hug him hard and place kisses on his back. You hope the small gesture can alleviate some of the pain he must be feeling as he opens up to you.

Eddie whips around as the water is let out and the suds begin to slither down the drain. “Speaking of Wayne, do you want to meet him? He’s a little rough around the edges but I promise he’s a big ol teddy bear.”

You smile widely at Eddie, you would cut your hair off if he thought he wanted it for a wig. Of course you would love to meet Wayne, but what does this make you two? Official? Are you even that? Are you just two people having casual mind blowing sex who call eachother pet names and say things like ‘I’m yours’ ?” Are you friends with benefits? I mean he spent the night with you and then you made him breakfast the next morning that he is now cleaning up. Fuck why is this so confusing?! Why can’t you just ask him?

“Hell yes, let’s go!” You say like an idiot forcing yourself to swallow the word vomit of unanswered questions in your mind as you race Eddie up the stairs to get dressed.

You decide on a simple pair of denim shorts and a black tank top, brushing your hair and teeth you slap deodorant on and spray some perfume. Tossing an old pair of converse on your feet, you walk down the stairs with Eddie who is also dressed, you're almost pouting at seeing him fully clothed.

You decide to take both of your vehicles so you could just drive home after your little visit to Eddie and Wayne’s place. After walking to your car Eddie stops you before you can open the door, looking flustered and rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and twisting the rings on his hand with the thumb of the same hand.

“I uhh, I— listen—- I don’t come from money, my parents were addicts and are in prison or dead for all I know, so — so- I —you don’t have to go with me— you can end this now if you want and I’ll just drive home— ” he hangs his head low.

“Eddie, stop. I don’t give a fat rat's ass where you live. As long as you don’t try to kill me I could give a shit less! You make me so happy none of the other bullshit matters. If it did I would still be with Steve, miserable and steps away from jumping in front of a train. Okay? But before I lose my mind and self implode. I have to ask…What are we?”

***

Eddie had thought about this last night when you had fallen asleep, you had both admitted having feelings for eachother, so why was he being a pussy about it?

“Y/n, sweetheart…I wanted to do this in a more special way, but the way things are going between us, meaning that they’re amazing and I really really like you, I’ve never done this before so don’t laugh! Ok? So here it goes,”

“You make the atmosphere around me feel thick, I’ve never been more connected to someone on so many different levels in all my life. The first time we kissed, I thought I was going to fucking pass out from the sheer amount of electricity that was coursing through my veins. You make me want to be a better person. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I’m so completely over the moon, infatuated with you. I know you just broke up with Harrington, and the timing isn’t perfect but this doesn’t feel wrong. I don’t want to imagine another minute without you being mine, so will you y/n? Will you be my girlfriend?”

Your heart flutters out of your chest, tears stinging your eyes and falling like a storm against your face. “Are you kidding me? The thought of you putting those hot lips and sexy hands on someone else makes me want to die. You’re so unbelievably sweet to me, I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend, Eddie.”

You throw yourself onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist and burying your head into his neck. “I really really like you too, by the way.” You whisper into him, “ps we should probably throw out that pizza we forgot about last night.”

***

The drive to Hawkins felt like forever. You followed Eddie the whole way there but you couldn’t help but miss him the entire ride there.

You arrived at Forest Hills Trailer Park a little before noon. Eddie parks his van in front of a baby blue paint chipped trailer with a sagging couch resting on the porch. There’s a beat up truck with the hood popped open in the yard, beer cans and cigarettes litter the ground beneath your shoes. Eddie slams the door of his van and grasps his hand in yours bringing you over to the truck.

A pair of legs are sticking out beneath the truck laying atop an old tattered cardboard box laying out flat. “Well son of a bitch” the voice grunts from below you.

“What’s wrong with it Wayne?” Eddie asks inquisitively, “is it the fuel pump again?”

“Goddamn thing won’t stop shaking every time I accelerate,” Wayne yells, climbing out from the truck, taking a swig of the beer bottle sweating in the hot sun.

Eddie reached a hand out to his uncle helping him up, “Yeah sounds like your drive shaft is messed up,” Eddie says. “I can take it to Jimmy’s today and have a look at it before you have to work tonight.”

“Yeah that’ll work I guess, sombitch” Wayne curses rubbing his calloused hands through his graying wisps of hair. Wayne looks at you, both of you waiting for Eddie to introduce you to each other.

“Oh shit sorry, uhh, Y/N, this is Wayne my uncle, Wayne this is y/n, my girl.”

Your cheeks glow red from the mention of Eddie saying you were his girl, a dull ache throbbing in your panties.

Wayne looks around for something to wipe his grease splattered hands with giving up and settling on wiping them onto the one clean spot on his jeans. “So this is the girl that makes Eddie’s head spin more than math class.” He says with a loud barking laugh as Eddie winces and rolls his eyes.

Wayne thrusts his hand out to yours, “I’ve heard alot about you, Y/N, nice to meet you, you’re the first girl that Eddie has ever brought home.”

Eddie is pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head, “Jesus Wayne, really!?” he sighs.

“It’s nice to meet you too Mr. Munson,” you say, shaking his hand. “What is it with the girls in this town not noticing how downright good looking he is?! Must be something in the water.” You say with a giggle.

Wayne lets out a loud laugh, “damn Eddie she’s funny, you better be good to this girl” he says pointing a dirty finger in Eddie’s direction.

“Yes, Wayne” Eddie says, pulling you into a side hug and kissing your temple. “Always. What time do you work tonight?”

“Gotta be there by 7.” Wayne says lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag.

“Okay, I'm gonna call Jimmy and let him know I’m bringing your truck in, and Y/N will follow me in the van so we can get started on it today.”

Eddie runs inside and leaves you and Wayne outside in the sweltering heat.

“Well I hope the things Eddie told you about me were good” you say with a laugh kicking dirt with the toe of your shoe, head down in shyness.

“Oh Y/N, you don’t have nothing to worry about. That boy sat here and wouldn’t stop talking about you for hours. He may or may not know it yet but he’s in love with you.”

You let out a small gasp. Love. Eddie loves you? In that simple minute of listening to Wayne spill Eddie’s secrets, you realized that you weren’t the only one with a secret to hold dear to yourself.

It was if the stars aligned, your realization becoming your reality. The hot and heaviness thick the moment you met. And to someone else it probably looked weird, sounded fake, but it was the honest truth.

Wearing his work uniform consisting of coveralls unbuttoned to his belly button and an old white tank top underneath, Eddie emerged from the threshold of the trailer crouching down to tie his boots. “Ready?” He asks looking from you to Wayne.

“Y-yeah I’m just gonna grab my purse,” you say walking back to your car. Eddie had the door open to his van waiting for your return.

“Are you going to be okay driving this, baby?” He asks, “there’s nothing to it, it’s just bulky but it’s an automatic so it’ll be like driving your car.” He tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear and helps you in, buckling you up as you start the ignition. “Just follow me sweetheart, okay?.” He leans in close and gives you a sweet short kiss, his hand grazing over your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.

He shuts the door to the van and waltzes over to Wayne, slamming the hood closed on the old truck. Wayne gestures to you and Eddie nods his head, arms folded across his chest, a toothy grin plastered across his face. Wayne gives him a slap on the back and smiles at you as Eddie jumps in and Wayne waves a dirty hand in the air to you.

***

Driving Eddie’s van through Hawkins is a peculiar feeling. Just 3 days prior you were driving through Hawkins with Steve in his BMW and now you were driving Eddie’s van on the same streets you had taken for years with the aforementioned boy.

Eddie cranes the old truck into Jimmy's garage parking in front of one of the two bay doors. You find parking on the side of the building, grabbing Eddie’s keys and hopping out of the van. Eddie already has one of the giant doors opened and is driving the truck through it. You stand towards the entrance waiting for Eddie.

“Come on in, sorry it’s a little dusty but uh—ah… here we go,” Eddie disappears into a small office for a few seconds and comes back out with an understuffed arm chair, what was once yellow leather is now faded blue by the many years of jeans sliding in and out of it.

Sitting it down beside the truck he wipes the seat with a handkerchief he had in his back pocket, motioning for you to sit down. You take a look around the shop as Eddie gets the tools he needs. A fine line of dust has accumulated on every surface. You can honestly say you have never been in a mechanic shop before and are very intrigued by the things around you. Tool boxes in an array of sizes and colors lining the walls, calendars of half naked girls leaning over vehicles in suggestive poses litter one side of the wall. There’s a set of stairs leading to a loft that from what you can see serves as a small break room.

Eddie has the truck lifted up and starts to work on removing the old driveshaft. Watching him work for the past hour or so has your body feeling like it’s going to self combust. Your core is aching as your eyes rake over Eddie’s body, his coveralls are now at his waist, leaving the slutty white tank top smeared with grease, his nipple rings poking out erectly beneath it. A sheen line of sweat is illuminating Eddie’s arms. The way the muscles of his arms are flexing and moving while he’s working, is the single sexiest thing you’ve seen him do yet. You have crossed and uncrossed your legs so many times it looks as if you have an anxiety problem.

Eddie feels the heat of your stare and chuckles, “how are you doing sweetheart, are you getting hungry?”

For you, fuck yes.

“No I’m okay,” you sing song back to him, “just enjoying the view.” You can see the bob of Eddie’s throat tighten at your suggestive words. Sauntering towards him as he works you stand beside him looking up at the underbelly of the truck. “What’s that?” You ask, pointing at something in Eddie’s line of vision.

“That’s the yoke retainer. I gotta remove it to get the drive shaft out to see what’s wrong with it.” He says grunting as his hands work above him to remove a fastener.

You stand before him his hands raised high above you working as you slide your fingers down his chest and tickle the happy trail into his waistband. His big brown eyes drop from the truck and stare into yours a look of surprise on his face as you bite your lip at him.

You start to drag Eddie by his coveralls with you as your gaze turns carnal. You need him, here and now. Speaking with only your eyes, Eddie’s eyes turn dark, hungry. He grasps at the hem of your tank top, yanking it upwards off of you and tossing it into the chair. He grabs you up by your ass cheeks wrapping your legs around his waist and kisses you forcefully, slipping his tongue into your mouth entangling his wet muscle with yours, massaging it with fervor. You slide his sweaty hair away from his neck to latch your mouth onto it, the smell of your shampoo and muted cologne mixed on his skin. Eddie let’s put a soft moan and he entwines his grease covered hands in your hair. You’re both moving now Eddie walking you to a corner of the shop, the cool metal touching your back releasing a sigh from your lips. Eddie sets you down unbuttoning your shorts, his lips never leaving yours. He grips your panties and your shorts and jerks them down your legs in one swift motion.

Eddie is on his knees as he gently picks up your left leg placing it on his broad shoulder, kissing your inner thigh and snaking his tongue up to your weeping slit. The tension in your clit growing slack as release comes in the form of his tongue against it, suckling and lapping into you. You wrap your fingers in his hair, rocking your hips against his mouth, “fuuuuuck Eddie” you moan, throwing back your head letting the pleasure consume you. A low moan escapes from his throat hearing your body react to him. He pulls back and kisses your thigh whispering, “you’re so beautiful,” setting your thigh down gently.

Eddie unsnaps his coveralls and thrusts them down, grabbing you by your waist, hoisting you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips again. He slides his heavy cock through your slick, moaning as he pushes into you gently. Your breath hitches in your throat feeling his girth stretch the inside of you.

He groans into your ear, “you have the tightest little pussy, I’m never going to get used to it” he whispers, slapping your ass as he slowly slides further.

“Please Eddie,” you beg. Your body is aching for his cock, “please fuck me.”

With that Eddie shoves you against the wall, back cold against the metal wall, your hands first in his hair holding his face to yours kissing him eagerly. You grasp his tattered tank top in both hands and rip it down the middle, the need of seeing his chest overcoming you as you suddenly have hulk-like strength. Eddie let out a guttural moan at your brazenness.

“Fuck baby, you’re so sexy” Eddie says between thrusts, “I love how shameless you are.”

You dig your nails into Eddie’s shoulders as he leans forward and bites your neck, sucking and biting in fast rhythms.

You snake a hand down between the two of you to rub your clit as your orgasm is ready to snap inside of you. Eddie, watching you rub slow circles with your middle finger on your clit, slaps your ass again and grabs onto your hips tighter as his thrusts become sloppy.

“Eddie! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna c— ”

“I know baby, cum for me,” Eddie breathes raggedly, feeling your walls tighten around him, forcing himself deeper into you so you don’t accidentally push him out.

Your orgasm hits and you throw your head back hard, hitting the wall behind you but you couldn’t care at all.

“Oh fuck, y/n! Oh fuck” Eddie’s warm slew of cum fills your walls and his legs begin to shake. He leans forward, a hand above your head steadying himself so as not to fall over into you.

His head falling backwards, trying to catch his breath, you kiss Eddie’s lips letting out a small laugh as he slides out of you and lets you down carefully. Your pussy is aching from the size and brunt force of Eddie’s cock slamming into you for the second day in a row. You wince as you move around trying to find your clothes. Eddie notices your wobbly walk as he tucks himself back in, buttoning his coveralls and throwing the ripped tank top away.

“Are you okay baby?” Eddie asks concerned, grabbing onto you to help you steady yourself. “Are you hurt?!”

Taking hold of Eddie’s arms on you allowing yourself to walk slowly you answer through clenched teeth, “I’m okay, just - ah— just a little sore. You’re a lot bigger than what I was used to so– I’m trying to adjust.” you admit with a smile, “it’s not a bad thing Eddie, please stop looking so sad.” You say with a little giggle.

Eddie eyes your panties and shorts and helps you get dressed. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Eddie whispers, as he buttons your shorts.

“You didn’t, I’ll get adjusted to your size, I just need some rest, and some Tylenol, maybe an ice pack?” you giggle and Eddie frowns trying not to laugh. He picks you up bridal style and lifts you out to the van. Opening the door and placing you gently like a carton of eggs on the passenger seat.

****

The rest of the day in Hawkins involved you, Eddie and Wayne listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd and laughing too hard at Eddie’s baby pictures, which Eddie didn’t think was very funny. Wayne made you all grilled cheese for a late lunch and bade you and Eddie goodbye as you two had decided to spend the night at your place again, allowing Wayne some rest before his shift tonight. Wayne’s truck will take more than just a few hours for Eddie to fix and after letting Jimmy know that he would work on it tomorrow since the shop was closed for the 4th of July, Eddie decided to leave the van for Wayne to drive to work. Eddie runs to his room to change clothes and to pack a small overnight bag, his toothbrush, an extra pair of socks and underwear, sweatpants and his trusty little metal lunchbox, you are left in the kitchen with Wayne helping him clean up.

“You know Wayne, I never got to tell you earlier that, I- I love Eddie too,” you say whispering your secret. As you wipe down the faded Formica countertop.

Wayne stops deadpan and almost drops the bread he is holding. “Promise me one thing, Y/N. Please don’t hurt my boy. That kid has seen and been through enough to break Satan’s black heart. He’s a gentle soul, and he’s sensitive. So please take care of him. You seem like a nice girl, and I know you will.”

Eddie comes back into the kitchen slinging his bag onto the small table knocking off a stack of mail as he did so. It’s so apparent that Wayne loves Eddie and cares about him a lot, it makes you happy that he had someone to show him kindness, since his own parents couldn’t do it.

You and Eddie make the trip back to Bridgeport in your car. He’s singing along to Metallica (he insisted he brings along his tapes), you smile as you look over to him playing air guitar, the open window allowing wind to rip through his hair. When you and Eddie get inside your house you yawn and stretch out your arms above your head.

Eddie lets out a yawn too as he comes back down the steps from bringing his bag to your room. “Do you want to watch a movie and maybe take a little nap?” you ask exhaustedly.

Eddie wraps his arms around you pulling tightly to him, “that sounds amazing, someone has been exerting a lot of my energy lately, but it’s okay she’s pretty cute,” he adds, kissing your nose.

You two decide to watch a movie in the living room, settling on ‘Stand By Me’ since Eddie had never seen it before. Holding you close on the oversized chaise loveseat, Eddie throws a blanket across you two as the movie plays.

“I can quote this entire movie,” you say, taking a few Tylenol and swallowing them down with some water, “I’ll try to refrain from it though, I know it’s annoying.”

“Baby I don’t mind, I don’t think it’s annoying, if my girl wants to quote the whole movie by all means do. I can’t imagine knowing the lyrics to a song and not singing along, that’s insane.” He says furrowing his brow and smiling at the same time.

You make it to the scene with Gordie talking about his next story, “Davey Lardass Hogan at the pie eating contest” before you drift off to sleep. Eddie almost makes it through the whole movie, only to fall asleep before Ace pulls the knife on the boys after finding the body.

The movie has stopped and already ejected itself in the VCR when a knock goes unnoticed at the front door.

Another knock falls on deaf ears. Finally a key is jingled lightly through the keyhole. You’re dreaming that you’re at a pie eating contest and everyone is throwing up when you hear someone’s booming voice echoing loudly through the living room.

Eddie is the first to wake and is sitting silently beside you, eyes wide and holding onto you tightly trying to usher you behind him so you wouldn’t be alarmed. The sudden jostling of Eddie on the couch wakes you up all the way and you open your eyes to see a familiar face, but one who shouldn’t be in your living room.

Steve Harrington

****

“Ahh, so this piece of trailer park trash is the space you needed to find yourself?!” Steve is holding a dozen roses in a large vase and a handle of an almost empty vodka bottle, his eyes wide and maniacal. Eddie’s heart is beating wildly in his chest as he stands up facing Steve. “Are you going to answer me y/n or is this dirtbag going to talk for you?!”

“Steve, what the hell are you doing here?!” Eddie hears you say behind him, your voice shaky but stern. You get off the couch and make your way between the two boys, like a lion tamer at the circus. “You need to leave!”

Steve’s eyes never leave Eddie’s as he talks only to him, “I came here to apologize to my girlfriend only to find her cuddled up like a slut with a fucking criminal.” He seethes glaring at Eddie.

“That’s enough Harrington,” Eddie says gravely. “you’re drunk, and you heard y/n, she asked you to leave, so go.” He moves himself forward towards Steve.

Steve lets out a mad laugh, “and what happens if I don’t? Hmm? You gonna make me leave? Gonna cast a fucking spell on me with your stupid board games you play? Gonna sick your murderer daddy on me? Or maybe you’ll call your mommy to come and protect you, oh wait you don’t even know where she—” Steve is knocked back hard dropping the vase shattering it to the floor.

Eddie turns his head to notice that you had slapped Steve in the face, the rage in your eyes almost alarming.

“I can’t believe you would act like this because we broke up, you’re the piece of shit Steve!” you yell angrily, so hurt by Steve’s words, “Eddie is better than you in every way, especially in b—” the slap is hard and catches the corner of your eye slightly causing you to double down and hold your face. When you sit back you hear punches and grunts coming from both Eddie and Steve, Steve has Eddie pinned to the ground laying punch after punch into his jaw, Eddie finally lands a fist square into Steve’s right eye and throws him off and to the floor.

Your front door flies open and Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, and Lucas Sinclair run into your house pulling Eddie and Steve away from each other. Eddie’s mouth is bleeding profusely and his nose looks broken, dripping blood all over himself. Steve has a cut on his chin from one of Eddie’s rings and the beginning of a giant purpling black eye is appearing. You are sobbing as you make your way over to Eddie, holding his head, you ask him again and again if he’s okay.

He takes one look at you, tears stream down his cheeks holding you closer to him kissing you as you sob harder into him. There’s a stinging feeling in your face and you notice your eye is beginning to swell. You graze your hand over the stinging area and feel glass embedded into your skin, A large gash on your cheek. Moving your hand upward you feel glass all over your hair. The last thing you hear is Eddie screaming your name as you hit the ground.

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Going to the Chapel | Chapter 2

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Summary:

“Three days?” she yelped. “I thought you said next week.” “Three days is next week.” Sophie frowned. “Oh. You’re right. Monday, then?” (An Offer from a Gentleman by Julia Quinn, Chapter 23) What happened in the days leading up to Benedict and Sophie’s wedding.

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Saturday

After many repeated assurances and the promise of a visit to Aubrey Hall after their honeymoon was over, Edmund was finally convinced – at least, placated enough – that Benedict and Sophie moving to Wiltshire was not the end of the world. No matter how much he felt it was.

With the crisis averted, the rest of the afternoon had gone quite smoothly. Benedict had remained at Number 5 till dinner, keeping Sophie company as Hyacinth regaled them about how she and their sisters (plus Posy) had all seen Araminta and Rosamund while in the market.

While Benedict’s sisters had no issue with giving the countess and her daughter the cut direct, snubbing them in front of the entire ton, Hyacinth had gone a step further. Using candies she’d purchased off a market stall, Hyacinth had discreetly lobbed a few she’d been sucking on in the direction of the pair.

One of which landed directly in Rosamund’s hair and stayed there, much to the elder Reiling sister’s distress once she realized what she’d been hit with.

Benedict had subsequently made a note to buy his youngest sister whatever she wanted for Christmas.

But, while his goal had been to remain with Sophie as long as he could, once dinner was over, Benedict found himself being forced out the door and back to his lodgings, by both his mother and sisters’ insistences. He was practically shoved out the door as they shooed him out, all under the pretense of Sophie being allowed to get some sleep after such a busy day.

It didn’t deter him though. Benedict was a stubborn mule, and his mother was where he’d inherited it from, making her attempt to control him useless.

So, he returned to Number 5 early the next morning to join them for breakfast, arriving just as Sophie was making her way down the grand staircase, heading towards the dining room.

She was dressed in soft blush colored silk, that had been cut in a manner that made the skirt look like the petals of a flower and the puff sleeves like the buds of a bluebell. All tied together with simple black ribbons, around the waist and sleeves. He was sweeping her into his arms, lifting her off the step as he spun her around before placing her down next to him. Sophie giggled as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Good morning,” he told her.

“Morning,” she returned sweetly.

“So, does my mother have any plans for you today?” he asked as he wrapped an arm around her waist, leading her towards the dining room.

She shook her head, cheeks as pink as her dress. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Good,” he told her, kissing her cheek this time as they entered the room. “Then I get you all to myself today.”

It was a pretty calm and peaceful morning. Benedict was able to spend time with Sophie, the only thing he really wanted to do while he impatiently waited for Monday morning to arrive, but he also was able to get the final item he needed before the wedding. The ring.

It had belonged to his paternal grandmother. A handful of Alessandra Bridgerton’s rings had been left to Benedict and his younger brothers for when they found wives of their own, since her own wedding ring had been given to his mother Violet and then to Kate. For most of his life, he’d never thought about the rings, but Benedict knew the emerald one would be the one he took the moment he realized he wanted to marry Sophie.

A beautiful ornate gold band with two small diamonds and an emerald no bigger than a pinky nail between them. The gem was the same color as Sophie’s eyes.

So, while his mother was distracting Sophie, he slipped upstairs to her room where she’d told him she’d left the ring in its small case on her dresser, which is where he found it. Giving the ring a quick look over, scanning for any tiny imperfections he knew the ring did not have, before sliding it into his pocket with the full intention of getting Sophie alone so that he could present her with it.

He’d even prepared a speech. Planned to propose marriage to Sophie, even though they were already engaged, even though he knew she would say yes without question. He still wanted to ask, to tell her why she was his everything. Why he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

(And to make up for the fact he’d declared them engaged to a government official without her input. Even if it was for the purposes of securing her release before she was unjustly sent to a penal colony.)

He planned to present her with the ring the moment he was back downstairs. After he’d snuck her out to the small gazebo in the backyard.

But upon his return downstairs, as he quickly made his way down the stairs and into the front foyer, he found his brother and mother chatting quietly near the door. A man Benedict did not recognize was with them. And Sophie as well, who stood next to Violet with a worried expression on her face.

The unknown man was well dressed, with dark hair that was graying at the temples and small, circular spectacles covering his pale gray eyes. Held in his hands was a well-used, leather gladstone bag. And he had a stern look on his face, one that told Benedict he was a man of strict business.

If Benedict had to guess. He looked like a solicitor.

“Brother,” Benedict greeted Anthony as he approached the group. “Is everything alright?”

“Benedict,” his brother greeted him back with a quick nod. “May I introduce Mr. Matthew Selwin. The Earl of Penwood’s solicitor.”

“Mr. Bridgerton,” the solicitor nodded politely towards him.

Benedict tensed briefly, a flash of worry washing over him before he forced himself to relax. After his conversation with his brother the day before, he’d expected they’d receive a response from the earl but not this quickly. He quickly forced his charming, Bridgerton smile as shook hands with Mr. Selwin, before drifting over to Sophie’s side.

She was nervous. Posture alone gave away her concern, the tense shoulders with her worried, anxious expression. Her fingers picking at the skin around her nails. Benedict only wrapped an arm around her waist, protectively, drawing her closer to him.

“I ran into his lordship this morning while at the House of Lords. We spoke briefly. I thought it best to introduce myself, what with our mutual connection,” Anthony said with a nod towards Sophie. “He was rather surprised when he heard the late earl’s ward was getting married. He’d been under the assumption she already had.”

“Araminta told him I’d married two years ago,” Sophie added softly. “After the earl handed control of my dowry.”

Benedict swallowed the anger boiling within him. Of course, Araminta would try to cover her tracks and guarantee there were no questions raised about her sudden disappearance from Penwood House.

“Lord Penwood thought it best to send his solicitor to help us resolve this…mistake,” Anthony told them. “Especially with the upcoming wedding. I would have called you to the Bridgerton House, brother. For a private meeting, but his lordship he requested Miss Beckett present for these discussions.”

“And he apologies for his absence,” Mr. Selwin added. “He’s only in the city for a short time and there were matters at his properties he needed to see to.”

“Of course,” Benedict returned, trying to ignore the fact that Penwood House was a few doors down from Number 5.

“Shall we then?” Mr. Selwin asked.

Straight to business then.

While the rest of them made their way into the smaller side room that acted as an office space (when needed), Benedict gently pulled Sophie back, waiting for the others to enter the room first so he spoke with her privately.

“Are you alright?” he asked her, brushing a hand over her shoulder.

She nodded, letting go of a sigh. “Yes, I’m okay. I’m just a little surprised. I haven’t seen Mr. Selwin since my father’s funeral.”

“I’m sorry,” he told her. “Anthony let me know yesterday that the earl was in town. He and I agreed to handle it quietly before Monday, so you wouldn’t have to. But I should have told you.”

She shook her head. “It’s alright.”

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you,” he added. “To be honest, I didn’t think my brother would be able to secure a meeting with his solicitor. And this quickly.”

“I doubt there is much to discuss,” Sophie replied. “My dowry is probably pittances now. Probably nonexistent if I’m honest. And I know my father didn’t leave me anything else.”

Gently, Benedict took her hand, bringing it up so he could press a soft kiss to the knuckles.

“Whatever happens, know that nothing is going to stop me from marrying you Monday,” he told her, and she smiled softly back up at him.

Sophie looked up at him, eyes shining with adoration, as she gave him a soft smile. He kissed her knuckles again.

“Come on,” he said, offering his elbow out for her to take. “Let’s get this over with.”

—

“I’m sorry. What?”

“Benedict, please,” Anthony admonished with a sigh.

But the information Mr. Selwin had just provided them was still being processed in Benedict’s head.

The new Earl of Penwood was now a married man. In the years since Sophie had last seen him he’d sobered up and decided to marry a young woman from his hometown up north, a vicar’s daughter and old friend, who seemed to be, from what the solicitor implied, having a good effect on him.

And a result of his recent nuptials was that he would no longer be sharing Penwood House. From what they could gather, through the solicitor’s formal explanation, was that the earl’s new wife was not interested in sharing a property. At the end of the season, Araminta would be required to move out of Penwood House, and would further be known as the dowager countess Gunningworth.

Araminta’s current choices were to either take the dowager residence in the countryside or find a new residence in London. Something that would no doubt be difficult for her since the earl had also reduced her allowance down to two thousand pounds. An allowance he had also threatened to halve since it appeared Anthony had informed him of the fraud that had been occurring while he was in the country.

Two thousand pounds a year. Not a measly amount by any means, but not enough to live as lavishly as Araminta Gunningworth was known to enjoy.

And Benedict had only laughed at the news. The result of his hysterical outburst causing Anthony to glare at him for being a tad bit too happy about it.

Only because he’d done so in front of the solicitor.

But even Sophie was giving him a harsh look.

Mr. Selwin cleared his throat. “As I was saying, the earl apologizes for this error and wishes to compensate Miss Beckett for the mishandling of her dowry by the dowager countess.”

“Becoming Lady Araminta’s unpaid servant? Her dowry being stolen? The abuse Sophie suffered? The earl considers this to be nothing but an error?” Anthony questioned him with an unimpressed glare, brow raised.

“Yes, well, that was quite regrettable,” Mr. Selwin replied, awkwardly, shuffling some of the papers before pulling one out and handing it to Benedict. “To make up for this, the earl wishes to pay the full amount of Miss Beckett’s dowry with an additional amount added onto it as repayment for the harm caused to her while living under Lady Penwood’s guardianship.”

As Benedict took the document, he froze as he read the total amount.

A ten-thousand-pound dowry, which had been the amount Sophie’s father had initially left her, with an additional nine thousand added to it for the years Sophie spent under Araminta’s care. One thousand for each year. A ten-thousand-pound dowry was already quite the sum for a ward to be left as a dowry or income, but to add an additional nine, even Sophie seemed surprised as she read it.

“This is far too much,” she told Mr. Selwin, at a loss for words.

“Based on what I read, the correct amount owed is at least forty thousand,” Anthony informed her. “When the dowager countess took you into her care, her allowance was increased from two thousand to six thousand a year. Not to mention, she only requested your dowry after you fled from Penwood House.”

Benedict was beginning to regret not killing Araminta. Mr. Selwin shifted uncomfortably in his chair, not interested in negotiating a new amount.

“Nineteen is already far too much for me to take,” Sophie said.

“You can put it aside,” Anthony advised her simply. Before adding more softly. “If you chose to take it, that is. I can help you and Benedict put it into a trust. If you have a daughter, or daughters, it can become their dowry instead.”

“Still…” Sophie trailed off, looking conflicted.

And Benedict recalled what she’d said in the jail, how excited she’d been when she discovered her father had left her money. She’d been surprised, before becoming excited. Happy. Happy that she had a dowry but not for herself. For him. Like that was something he had expected – needed – before he’d agree to marry her.

After he’d declared them engaged without even asking her thoughts on that. Announced to the magistrate (and multiple other prisoners) his intentions to make her his wife. That should have been enough for her to realize he didn’t care about her class anymore. About money. He’d been a fool in the first for allowing it to blind him from being happy.

All he wanted was a quiet life at My Cottage. With Sophie. Something he was only days away from having.

And nineteen thousand pounds wasn’t going to change that.

So, Benedict reached over to where she sat next to him, their chairs practically connected with how close he’d move his towards her, and took her small, soft hand in his.

“Whatever you choose, I’ll support it,” he told her. “And trust me, when I say we don’t need it. I don’t need a dowry to marry you.”

Sophie gave him a soft smile in return, before looking towards Mr. Selwin.

“I respectfully decline his lordship’s offer,” she told him, giving Benedict’s hand a squeeze as she spoke.

“His lordship was quite insistent about this–” Mr. Selwin started.

“As my fiancée said, we do not need it,” Sophie cut him off. “And I’m certain our daughter will be quite fine without it as well.”

Now that statement perked his interests.

“You want daughters?” Benedict inquired, intrigued.

“How about we get married first?” Sophie returned with a smile. “Then we can discuss how many daughters we want.”

Benedict wasn’t certain he could. The idea of a mini Sophie, a daughter with Sophie, had captured his thoughts.

“And what about Posy?” Sophie asked, turning his attention back to the solicitor.

“What about her?” Mr. Selwin returned.

“Lady Bridgerton has taken her in,” Sophie told him. “And she lived in the same home I did these past nine years. Even longer frankly. Now that she isn’t, shouldn’t her dowry be handed over for Lord Bridgerton and his mother to watch?”

“I’m welcome to discuss the transferring of entails with his lordship before approaching the dowager countess with this matter. If Miss Reiling truly plans to remain under Lady Bridgertons care,” Mr. Selwin said back.

“That seems to be the plan,” Anthony inputed with ease. He was still seated behind his desk, his chin resting atop his knuckles as he gave the solicitor a hard look. And it was evident from the periodical shifting from Mr. Selwin whenever he made eye contact, that Anthony’s air of intimidation was beginning to get to him.

“How much should Lord Bridgerton be expecting with regards to Posy’s dowry?” Sophie asked.

“Lord Gunningworth was kind enough to leave a dowry of four thousand pounds to Miss Reiling and her sister,” Mr. Selwin informed her.

“Each?”

Mr. Selwin shook his head. “No. The amount was to be shared. Those shares then added to the dowries their father had left them. I believe the total amount is six thousand each.”

Sophie frowned. “Well, that’s not fair.”

Benedict couldn’t help the laugh that burst out past his lips. Of course. Of course, Sophie would think that. She’d decline the ten thousand her father had left for her, ten thousand pounds that had been stolen from her by Araminta, and she considered the additional nine thousand added to it making far too much for her to take, but only six thousand pounds for her stepsister? Unacceptable.

“What?” Sophie asked him, confused, her brows adorably furrowed as she frowned at him.

Benedict shook his head. “Nothing, nothing.”

“Posy was his stepdaughter,” she told him defensively, having figured out why he’d laughed at her. “Should he not have made it an even amount between the three of us?”

“Sophie, I don’t think Posy will mind having only six thousand pounds as a dowry,” Benedict said as his chuckles subsided, recalling how it was also Posy who revealed the fraud in the first place.

“Well, that depends on if her dowry was left untouched,” Sophie reminded.

“I think we should allow Lord Penwood to figure out how much the dowager countess has taken from him, and after that, we can figure out Posy’s dowry,” Anthony suggested.

“I’ll bring this all back to his lordship so we can begin the process,” Mr. Sewlin informed them, packing away the papers he’d brought. “I will inform him of Miss Beckett’s decision to decline the offer.”

“If I may,” Anthony interjected. “I hope that his lordship will also make clear, to any who ask, that this agreement is merely nothing but the handing off of a dowry Lord Gunningworth left his ward before he passed.”

Mr. Selwin, who Benedict had come to realize had also served Sophie’s father, barely reacted.

“But of course. His lordship intends to do just that. It would be what his late relatives would have wanted,” was Mr. Selwin’s reply. “The late Charles Beckett was a dear friend of his lordship when they were children. He would never do anything to disparage his name and character. Let alone insult his only daughter.”

So, they were in agreement. Both Benedict’s family and the Penwoods would stay tight lipped about Sophie’s heritage. And the confirmation came as a relief, Sophie’s shoulders relaxed, as did her posture. Benedict gave her hand another squeeze.

“There was one other matter his lordship wished for me to address with you,” Mr. Sewlin said as he searched around in his bag. “There were items the late earl left he thought Miss Beckett would wish to have.”

Sophie frowned. “Items?”

Finding what he was searching for, Mr. Selwin pulled it out and handed it over to her. Sophie took the item, turning it over her hand to look at it.

“What is it?” Benedict asked her.

“A watch,” Sophie responded, quietly, having apparently recognized it. “Lord Gunningworth used to carry it around with him.”

At least it looked like one. The same size and shape as one too. Small and made entirely of gold. The carving of cranes flying around in a circle on the cover.

Only when Sophie clicked it open there was no watch face inside. Instead, there was a portrait of a woman, with dark curls and sharp eyes. A sly smile on her lips. It was a miniature painting, concealed as a simple pocket watch.

“He also left some letters,” Mr. Selwin added, placing a stack of folded pieces of paper tied with a string. “He felt they would be best left in the care of Miss Beckett.”

But Sophie wasn’t listening. She was focused on studying the portrait, her finger grazing over the inside of the golden cover.

“I believe that is all, so I will take my leave,” Mr. Selwin told them, rising from his chair.

As Anthony handled the goodbyes exiting with Mr. Selwin to see him out and leaving the two alone, Benedict turned his attention to Sophie. She’d gone white, blinking away tears as her eyes watered.

“What is it?” Benedict asked her, concerned.

“Um…” Sophie took a deep breath, brushing away unfallen tears. “I think it’s my mother.”

She handed the miniature over to him. Benedict found that on the inside of the cover was an engraving.

Yours eternally. – M. B.

“I um…” Sophie sniffled. “I never knew what she looked like.”

Benedict’s felt his heart shattered from where it sat in his chest. Placing the portrait on the desk, he quickly took Sophie into his arms and enveloped her in a hug, knowing damn well he’d make it his life mission to guarantee Sophie never experienced pain again.

He’d make sure of it.

—

“Two thousand pounds,” Violet repeated with a small chuckle. “Well, she certainly deserved less.”

“Do you think she’ll stay in London?” Francesca asked. “Even with the reduction, she should still be able to afford something nice?”

They’d returned to the parlor upon the departure of Mr. Selwin, where his mother and sisters had all been waiting. Mr. Selwin would have a new contract written up and sent to their solicitor by Monday at the earliest, but Anthony had promised to guarantee everything would be settled by him if there was a delay, so that Benedict and Sophie could depart for their honeymoon without delay.

“We’ll be back for Francesca's wedding anyway,” Benedict had assured him. “If anything, else needs to be completed, we can do so then.”

Kate had also arrived with his nephews while they were in their meeting, arriving early for the family dinner his mother was planning to hold that night. To celebrate the two engagements.

Edmund was still a little stung by yesterday’s events and the news he’d gotten, evident from the curt glare he gave Benedict when he saw him. The young boy turned his head the moment he made eye contact with him as he walked by with his mother, giving him the cut direct, and had been disappointed to find Sophie absent from the room.

After receiving the portrait and letters from Mr. Selwin, Sophie had excused herself upstairs. She’d gotten abnormally quiet after receiving them, worrying Benedict greatly, but he knew she needed time to process, privacy so she could read the letters in peace.

But, the longer she stayed upstairs, the more the rope wrapped tightly around Benedict’s heart tugged.

“Something modest, yes, but nothing in Mayfair, that’s for certain,” Violet replied, cheerfully. “But more importantly, we will never have to see that vile woman again.”

“Mama, what does ‘vile’ mean?” Edmund asked his mother, where they sated on the other side of the room with Anthony and Eloise. Miles sleeping peacefully in his father’s arms.

“It means something that is very unpleasant,” Kate told him.

“Like Uncle Benedict?” the young boy asked, with his dark eyes big and round, filled with youthful innocence.

Innocence Benedict saw straight through.

“Do not call your uncle vile, Edmund. That isn’t very nice,” Kate gently admonished her son, who only pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, letting out an annoyed huff.

And Benedict could only snort at it. “Someone has a vile little disposition today, don’t they?” he joked.

“And you–” Kate pointed a finger at Benedict, who quickly raised his hands in surrender back at her. “Do not encourage him.”

“I was merely providing my dear sweet nephew with an example of how to use the word,” Benedict assured her with a sly smirk.

“You’re also competing with a toddler for Sophie’s affection,” Eloise pointed out from where she was lounging lazily. “It’s frankly embarrassing to watch.”

Benedict made a face at her, which Eloise just ignored as she went back to her reading.

“She’s been in her room for quite some time,” Violet remarked, staring towards the door as if hoping Sophie would appear at that very moment.

“The earl gave her a stack of letters from her parents,” Anthony replied. “She just needs time.”

But Benedict was already on his feet. The rope pulled until it had gone taught. “I’ll go check on her,” he told them.

His mother said nothing, only gave him a small approving nod and a smile as he departed the room, turning the conversation onto tonight's events.

—

All her life, Sophie had known nothing about her mother. Didn’t know what she looked like or sounded like. What her interests and dislikes were. Her father would never tell her, dismissing her the first time she tried and curtly telling her there was nothing to talk about the second time she attempted to broach the subject of her dead mother.

The third time saw her sent to her room without supper and that had been the last attempt.

But these letters, the ones Mr. Selwin had handed her, were from her. The majority of the stack was from her mother, with a small bundle she recognized were written in her father’s hand. It had taken her some time to organize them, and as she read them realized some of the letters were missing. Most likely lost to time, displaced, or burned. But the letters she had gotten had given her greater insight into the two absent figures in her life that were her parents.

They’d been in love. That had surprised her. She’d hoped there had been love, bastards were usually the result of unrestrained passion, but the confirmation had still come at a surprise. Because her father had never once shown joy or affection, towards anyone, and certainly not her.

But the letters in front of her, written in her father’s recognizable penmanship and the ones with her mother’s elegant cursive, far too good for a lowborn woman to have, told her there may have only been one person he’d ever shown happiness to.

She’d discovered how they met, through an opera. Her mother had been a singer and her father, newly arrived in London after his first year at Cambridge, had fallen for her the moment he saw her. His first letter to her, the beginning of their correspondence, reflected such.

You are a goddess. When I saw you step onto that stage it was as if I were watching Aphrodite herself walk ashore from the seafoam waves of the Mediterranean. Your beauty has captured my mind and bewitched my heart. I find I cannot think of anyone–anything else but you. I beg you to grant me a moment of your time. A conversation. So that I may be put out of my misery.

There had been more. A solid page’s worth of words, describing her beauty and singing capabilities, praising her performance.

And her mother’s response had been nothing but a short and quick thank you.

You honor me with your words, Lord Gunningworth. Unfortunately, my schedule is booked for the season. But I wish you all the best and do hope you will attend future performances at the Theatre Royal.

Sincerely,

Maria Beckett

She’d dismissed him, Sophie’s mother, the young and talented soprano Maria Beckett. She’d seen her father, an earl’s son, as nothing but a boy who’d been a bit too overeager in his compliments. And as Sophie read on, she’d discovered the possible reason given her mother was the elder of the two. Her father was nineteen when he'd first written to her, but Maria had been twenty-three at the time.

The dates on the first two letters had been from the early summer of 1789, five years before Sophie was born, and the next ones had been written at the end of the following year, when her parents had finally met in person at a ball. Her mother was only in attendance to perform, when Sophie’s father had approached her and struck up a conversation.

I must say, I did not know if I should have been insulted or flattered that an earl’s son would deem me fit for conversing the night’s affairs. You certainly put me at the ire of all those pretty young ladies seeking your attention while we spoke.

There was no response from her father for the one. It was one of the lost ones, but the ones that followed, the building of a routine correspondence between the two, showed a flirtatious friendship that had soon turned into a love affair.

They spoke about everything with one another. Sophie had learned more about them with a few letters then she had the ten years her father had been a part of her life. She learned he’d had an unhappy upbringing, raised by a man who expected far too much and far too soon, while her mother had grown up destitute, her father lost at sea when she was young and her mother a scullery maid to a family that barely paid her an honest wage.

Her parents would debate and argue over little matters, passing teasing remarks in their exchanges as they argued their point. And as the friendship blossomed into a full-blown love affair, Sophie found there were letters she could not read. The words–descriptions her parents had written in their love letters to one another, about their trysts and nights together, was not something she felt she needed to be privy to.

And had also left her face burning after the first one she read, when she realized what her mother had been describing about her father.

You own my heart and soul, Richard. I cannot breathe without you here.

The sight of you alone makes being in this city, being near him all the more worth it. I love no one else but you, Maria.

And then, it changed.

She wasn’t entirely sure, but from what she gathered her grandfather had finally discovered the affair. Sophie’s grandfather had not been one to view a lowborn opera singer, the daughter of a dead sailor and a scullery maid, as anything more than an upstarter. Someone who was trying to marry up into and into society. Into a title he deemed she did not deserve. And the fact that the affair had occurred under his nose for years, left him furious with his son.

Richard had been threatened with disinheritance into calling off the relationship, but not with his inheritance but that of his elder sister Elizabeth. She was about to marry a baron’s second son and if she were disinherited, she’d have no dowry, and the wedding would never happen. Elizabeth had been in love and Sophie’s father would not allow her to be punished for his actions.

This was all a folly. A passing fancy. It was foolish of me to think it could have gone anywhere, that we could have made something of this, but I know now it was only a fool’s errand. It is best we end this now before others discover it.

The last few letters had been from her mother, her reaction to his letter followed by confused letters pleading for him to explain and respond to her. It was apparent there had been no response from her father, but the fact he had kept them, stored them away instead of burning them, told Sophie he’d still loved her.

And by the final letter, it was apparent her mother had come to terms with what was happening.

I beg of you Richard. No matter what. Do not allow your father to rule your heart along with your mind. You’re a good man. You’re not like him. I’ve seen it. I know you can do better, be better, then him.

The postmark on the letter was six months before Sophie was born. Meaning Maria would have known she was pregnant, but she’d said nothing in her letter. It was likely her mother expected to raise Sophie herself. Without her father ever knowing.

Something that never happened.

And in the end, it had been for nothing. Sophie knew her Aunt Elizabeth never married, that she died a spinster. Her intended was killed before they could marry while fighting in France, and a few months after that Sophie’s grandfather died in his sleep, leaving Richard the new earl.

And by the time he was the new earl, Sophie’s mother was dead. He would neither hear from nor see her again. The news of her death would only reach him, finally, when Sophie would show up on his doorstep three years later, the final chapter of that relationship.

All those years and he never said anything. Never mentioned her. Never even told Sophie her mother’s name and now she had all this. She’d learned more about her parents from this stack of letters then she had the years her father had been alive. She even had a picture, a painting that gave her a small idea of what Maria Beckett had looked like.

And it had left her in tears. It couldn’t be helped. The tears were already dripping off her chin by the time she’d gotten halfway through the stack. Wiping the watery tracks from her face, Sophie tried to compose herself, prepare herself to rejoin the others, and she couldn’t do that in the state she was in.

Then, there was a knock at the door.

“Sophie?” It was Benedict. Come to check on her.

“Yes?” Sophie cringed at the sound of her voice, choked and croaky. Her throat had become tight as she’d struggled to keep back her tears. Her jaw clenched.

“Can I come in?” she heard him gently asked from the other side of the door.

She cleared her throat before spoke again, trying to rid herself of any evidence her emotions had gotten the best of her. “One moment.”

Wiping her cheeks again, she went and unlocked the door, opening it slowly, revealing Benedict standing on the other side. And the moment he saw her face, she was in his arms. Which only brought her to tears again.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Benedict gently told her as he slipped into the room, cupping the back of her head with one hand, and rubbing her back with the other as she cried.

He slowly and gently led her to the bed, shutting the door behind him as he moved them, where he sat her down and held her against his chest, letting her cry into his shoulder. Sophie cried until she could no longer, leaving a wet stain on the shoulder of Benedict’s jacket. A stain that mortified her when she pulled away and saw it.

“Sorry,” she told him, sniffling.

Benedict chuckled softly, pushing a loose curl behind her ear. “It’s just a jacket.”

But Sophie didn’t say anything back. Didn’t know what else to say. She was exhausted and angry and relieved and upset. Far too many emotions running through her, overwhelming her thoughts, making it difficult for her to focus on anything.

“I take it you’ve read through them all?” Benedict asked, knowingly, as he lifted a letter off the pile.

She nodded. “Yes, they were quite…well, they were something.”

“Not what you expected?”

“Yes and no,” she said and took a deep breath. “In a way I suppose I just…” she stopped, taking another breath. “All this time, I never knew anything about her. He never said anything. And he never wanted to talk about her or himself.”

“You think it was because it was hard for him to?” Benedict asked.

“Maybe, but I’ll never truly know,” Sophie replied with a sad shrug. “From the way they wrote to one another. The way he wrote to her. It sounded like he cared about her deeply.”

Benedict hummed as he scanned one of the letters. From what he read as he skimmed over the lines, he found himself in agreement with her. The prose and lines he read, the poetry, he could still feel the affection that lingered on the papers.

“It seems like they were quite in love,” he commented, reading the next one he’d picked up.

Only this time he froze momentarily, eyes widened as he read the words on the paper in front of him, cheeks turning pink, before he hastily shoved the letter aside. Practically throwing it back onto the pile. From his reaction alone, Sophie figured out he’d gotten one of the more detailed letters.

“Well, that one certainly showed it,” he told her.

“Sorry,” Sophie quickly apologized, reaching over, and organizing the letters. “Some of them are rather…risqué.”

“Your mother was quite the writer,” Benedict commented, clearing his throat.

Sophie couldn’t help the small huff of a laugh that escaped her, a small smile tugging at her lips. And Benedict only gave her one back, preferring to see her happy.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I will be,” she replied, wiping away the remaining wetness on her cheeks.

“If you want to just relax this afternoon, I’m certain my mother won’t mind you missing dinner,” he assured her.

Sophie shook her head. “No, it’s fine.”

“Sophie, you really don’t need to–” Benedict started.

“It’s fine, really,” she told him, taking his hand. Then leaned forward to kiss him gently on the lips.

Benedict had no problem accepting the kiss, gently pushing against her as to deepen it, and it was exactly what Sophie needed. The feel of Benedict, his fingers grazing over her bare arm, fueled a burning fire within her. Warming her again.

“It will be nice,” she added as she pulled back. “Celebrating with everyone.”

“You’re sure?”

“Completely. I’ll be fine, Benedict.”

“Alright,” he said, acquiescing.

Sophie gave him a small, weak smile. She really didn’t want him worrying about her. “Let me just clean myself up and I’ll be back down. I promised Hyacinth I’d help her with her verbs before we had to get ready for dinner.”

“I don’t mind sticking around and waiting for you in here. I’m welcomed to keep you company,” Benedict replied, giving her a sly smirk that had her rolling her eyes.

“And risk your mother catching us, again? No thank you,” she told him.

But Sophie still gave him another kiss before rising to her feet. Benedict followed her actions, pushing up to stand, his hand coming to rest on her lower back as he pressed his lips to her forehead.

“If you're not out in ten minutes, I’m coming back,” he informed her gently and she nodded.

Then he was gone, slipping quietly back out the room, and leaving her to prepare herself to rejoin the others.

But her mind was still processing the letters, all the information she’d learned from them about her parents, about their relationship. And she was struggling to comprehend it all. What it meant. The realization that her parents had been in a similar situation to her and Benedict, yet while she and Benedict had been able to overcome the barriers placed before them, her parents’ had not.

She couldn’t help but feel sympathy for her parents, for what they could have had, while also struggling to separate herself from the apparent parallels to her romance with Benedict. Two people from different classes, different backgrounds, who’d fallen in love with one another after the briefest of interactions. Her parents had even had a gap between their first meet and the moment their relationship began.

And it was evident that her mother had started out as a mistress for her father. It was the only way the pair could be together. Something that Benedict had asked of her.

But Benedict had seen the errors of his ways, of his request, and her parents had separated not because of the mistress status her mother had agreed to take, but because of outside forces, because the ton would never accept their marriage.

Something likely to happen with Sophie and Benedict’s.

She knew no matter what her in-laws said or did, she would never be fully accepted by the ton. Some may overlook it, either because they did not wish to displease her in-laws or because they just did not care about where she came from, there would be those who disapprove. And it didn’t matter that they’d silenced Araminta, there would still be those who looked down they nose at Sophie, based on her class alone.

But the opinions of the ton didn’t matter. Not to her, and not to Benedict either. She had a happy and peaceful life in Wiltshire ahead of her, with the man of her dreams, a man who loved her, and Sophie would not allow her anxieties to make her second guess that.

Now, all she had to do was keep reminding herself about that. At least until Monday.

#bridgerton #benophie #sophie beckett #benedict bridgerton #my fics.#my fic.#going to the chapel fic #to the person who sent the anon yesterday #listen I got a burst of energy to write and this finished itself

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Competitive Streak - Finale

pairing: (MAIN) Jake Lockley x Black Reader, Steven Grant x Black Reader, Marc Spector x Black Reader

rating: explicit(18+ mdni)

summary: The boys are completing to see who could take you on the best date.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Mirror Sex, Public Sex, Dirty Talk, Slight Sugar Daddy if you squint (Jake takes care of his girl what can i say), Hair Pulling ( Reader has a silk press purr), Daddy Kink ( Reader calls Jake papi maybe 2-3 times)

You and Jake never really went on dates; okay thats a lie, you went out just never really an official date. He’d pick you up from work in his limo taking to some hole in the wall burger joint or wing spot. It would be days where he says he needs to go to the mall looking for a new coat and asking you to tag along. Anything Jake saw you pick up or take interest in he’d buy for you. So by the end of the trip he’d have a new coat and you’d have a brand new closet. There were times where you would send him a trailer of a movie or an exhibit coming soon and he’d send a only a thumbs up. You would think nothing of it until the day comes and he sends you a ticket confirmation email telling you to be ready before it starts. You never minded that he never explicitly spoke about your dates like Marc or Steven so it threw you for a loop when he said he wanted to take you out Friday at 7 you we’re surprised. Jake was taking you to a spanish bar he found from driving too many drunk people home from and decided to give it a try. It was different since Jake doesn’t like crowded areas but he knew you loved dancing. You were nervous though, you didn’t know spanish like Jake did, so you hoped it didn’t deter you from enjoying yourself.

When Jake picked you, he didn’t have his signature hat on which threw you for a loop but you knew it was him from the slick back hair and signature cologne.

“No cap?”, you questioned as you opened the door for him.

He didn’t reply at first closing the door behind him, he watched as you scrambled around your studio apartment. You were almost ready, grabbing some slides to put in your purse.

“Not tonight.” He answered, watching as you gave yourself on last look over in your floor length mirror and proceeded to him. He couldn’t help to way his eyes tracked your body, your brown skin glistening from your favorite body oil, from your hair to your makeup , to the barely there shirt, nipples poking through the fabric. From your mini skirt to which he wants to pull up to see if he’d find anything underneath to the boots he bought you last shopping trip.

“Mi reina, you must want to stay home looking that good.” Jake pulled you close, grabbing you hips laying light kisses on your neck, smelling your vanilla perfume.

You lightly gasped, feeling him grow hard against your thigh, you knew your outfit would rile him up. You haven’t enjoyed the night life in a while and you were ready for tonight.

“Baby, you promised me a night out; do not get distracted.” You pushed away from him, grabbing your purse. “Let’s go.”

When you arrived, there wasn’t much of a line, seeing as the place was fairly new. Jake look a seat at the bar, with you in between his legs. There was a band, playing various music and which you both swayed to the music. He bought you drinks, him two shots of tequila and you sangria. As the night went by and more drinks, you found yourself dancing more on the floor, Jakes eyes never leaving you. Swaying your hips, letting the music take ahold of you, you knew this place would be a new favorite. You found yourself opening you eyes catching Jake drinking and watching you with dark, lust filled eyes. He motioned for you to come here and who are you to deny him.

Once close he grabbed your jeweled hand, Jake always made sure you wore diamond bracelet when you were him, and dragged you off to bathroom.

You don’t know who kisses who first. After the door was locked ( thankfully a single stall bathroom and fairly clean), you both pounced, kissing each other with fiery passion. He lifted you up on the sink counter, pushing himself against you. You moaned tasting him, feeling him all over. You wanted him, whine low in your throat.

“Patience, mi reina.” Jake unzipped his pants, your mouth salivating at the sight. You loved their dick, thick and veiny, you could never get enough. You climbed off the sick bending slightly to take him in your mouth.

He hissed as you bobbed your head, hand jerking him from what you couldn’t take. You hummed slightly, as he rested his hand on your head the other bracing himself on the counter as to not crowd you. You found yourself gagging as you took as much as you can down your throat to which he groaned, gripping your hair. You moaned, loving when he pulls the strands, you knew he was always careful, knowing to never mess up a black woman’s hair but you liked it when he losing himself in the pleasure you give him.

“Okay, baby, get up here, mi vida”

He turned you towards the mirror, lifting your black skirt, groaning at the black thong greeting him. He moved it to the side, diving in.

Jake always ate your pussy like a man starved, like it was his last meal on earth, and you loved it. Eyes rolling back at the way he dived in, tongue pushing in and out of you. One hand thumbing at your clit, as the other spread you open so he could go deeper. You moaned, twisting, at the intense pleasure Jake was giving you.

“Fuck Jake, Yes, Yes, Please” You tried to keep your moans low, aching feeling that build up in you. He could always tell when you were close, two fingers replacing his tongue as he laid kissing on your thighs.

“Come for me baby, let go, I got you, come on my fucking fingers.”

Your stomach tightened, cumming letting out a loud moan, muffled from the sounds of the band still performing. Jake took his fingers out, licking the juicing you left behind, eyes meeting in the mirror. And for a second he was almost looking beyond you, then he smirked. “Marc’s enjoying the view baby, let’s give him a show.”

At that you flushed, becoming more aware of the mirror in front of you. You meet Jake’s eyes again, you both hissed as you pushed in you. You grabbing the counter at the stretch, moaning as he pushed his way in. He started slow, hips moving slightly as to warm you up, but you knew it would last long. Once you gave the go ahead he pounded in you, like he couldn’t get enough,hand gripping your hips making you arch with every thrust. You couldn’t control the moans slipping out of you slightly aware of the pounding knocks against the door.

Jake never cared though, he would take you when he wanted and where he wanted others be damned. One hand leaving your hips, grabbing the length of your black hair, drilling you like there was no tomorrow. You was aware of how went you was, squealing noises coming from your pussy.

“ You hear that, mi reina?”

“Yes papi,” You moaned, back arching at the pleasure pain from the tug.

“That pussy purring for me baby, it’s all mines, Marc’s so jealous right now, wishing it was him fucking you like this. Who’s is it, mi vida.”

“It’s yours papi, this pussy’s yours, fu—.” A deep moan cutting you off, as your second orgasm took over you, you tightened against him, to which he found himself letting go. Jake came deep inside of you, growling as you milked him, his chest against your back, holding you against him. You shaking from the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through you. As Jake pulled you thong in place, and cleaning himself up. You giggled sightly, looking at the mirror.

“What”, he questioned, smiling slightly.

“This is definitely taking first place”

He smirked, looking in the mirror, “Guess I’m the winner.”

#marc spector x black reader #jake lockley x black reader #steven grant x black reader #black y/n #series #black reader #competitive streak #black!fem!reader #black!reader #steven grant #black!y/n #steven grant x reader #moonkight #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley #marc spector #marc spector x reader

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