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How To Adapt To Fire (II)

AU MASTERLIST || PART III

PAIRING: Fireman!John 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Journalist!Reader

WORDCOUNT: 5.6k

WARNINGS: Fire(s), intended harm, death/gore, murder, crime, corruption, arsonist mystery plot, pining, protective!Johnny, flirting, intense banter, fade-to-black, nudity, suggestive descriptions, dirty jokes, etc.

A/N: Taglist is full.

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Johnny watches you slap another news clipping to the board he’d bought you for thirty-two dollars and twenty-three cents, tired eyes blinking slowly. Standing in his apartment’s living room in his boxers and an oversized shirt, he’d woken up to the sound of muttering, and it had been just that for the last week.

When he’d allowed you to live in his spare room until you could find a new apartment building to call your own, he didn’t expect you there to be so much grumbling. Like a little bug in his ear—not that he minded all that much. At least, if you were that bug.

“I feel like I’m losing my mind,” you groan, running a hand down your face. “How did he find me? How did he know I already knew so much about the case?”

He, the arsonist.

Your entire building had been a total loss—and, sure enough, the lock had been busted off of your apartment door just like the scene of the fires that resulted in casualties. You had been targeted, and it wasn’t just an accident. There was intent there; a threat.

Stay away from me, or else.

Johnny had sighed long when he read that in the report he’d gotten his hands on—there was no way in hell anything was stopping you except…well, except yourself.

While he had envisioned one day potentially asking you to move in with him, he hadn’t expected that to happen so soon. Certainly not before the first fucking date. He hadn’t even gained the courage to ask you out yet, and here you were—pajama pants polling at your ankles and Johnny’s baggy sweatshirt loose around your shoulders. The Scot stands with the heat of sleep and attraction on his skin.

He tried not to stare, really he did, but the way you looked in his clothes was too much of a distraction for his own good.

The man clears his throat, face burning.

“I’m beggin’ you to give it a rest, Dearie. At least five minutes.” Johnny sighs. “It’s not healthy.”

He doesn’t think he’s seen you shed a tear over your apartment—about your belongings. In reality, he was taken aback by it. Soap wouldn’t have blamed you at all…but you just seemed angry. It worried him, but the emotion was well within your right to hold. Just as it was within his right to try and keep you from rushing into danger.

“Not now,” you grumble. “Not until I know how he found out my room number.”

“You aren’t exactly unknown.” The fireman walks closer to your standing form, hand moving up to scratch at his back as he gunts. “Mostly everyone who would care to look into your career knows about you. It wouldn’t be hard.”

Johnny moves his vision over the board, pausing before he licks his lips.

“...They’ll be needing me in today, Hen,” he breathes.

Your lips tighten, and you glance over quickly to find blue eyes already looking. Snapping your attention back to the board, you push back against the burn of your face.

“It’s your job, I’m not going to tell you not to go in.”

“If you need me here, then I can—”

“John,” you interrupt, shaking your head with a heavy frown and turning his way. “No way. Go in.”

Johnny’s serious face doesn’t lessen, and you’re struck with how often those lines on his face are becoming commonplace.

You wouldn’t say that you were taking this well.

Forcing yourself to work; making your mind push back at the deep pit that seemed to be growing. Everything you’d worked for—everything you’d had. Gone. Up in smoke.

Two people had died in that inferno, and you can’t help but put that on yourself.

Fingers going up to tap at your chin, your attention goes back to the board, the heavy weight of bags under your eyes from lack of sleep. You’d tried to re-write what you had in your notes as well as you were able, but there had been a reason for making a physical board in the first place.

Johnny watches you, his brows tight and his fingers twitching. Sighing, he fixes his feet and lightly places a hand on the back of your spine, blinking quickly your eyes dart over before the tension begins to bleed from your muscles.

Your gaze begins to soften, but your voice is still a light firmness. “Stop that.”

The man blinks. “Stop what?”

“Stop being all…” You huff, sagging into his hand. “You.”

Johnny pushes a chuckle, shifting to stare at you fully and letting the smirk move over his lips. His fingers move along your back, rubbing tiny circles as the room goes airy—how quick it was that you could fall into this sense of attachment. To anyone outside of the apartment, it would seem the two of you were in a strange relationship, and that would be true to some extent.

Your face heats up, and Johnny’s large palm flattens. He moves and presses his nose into your hair.

“Now what’s that supposed to mean, then?” He grunts, and you can feel his flickering smirk as clear as day.

Leaning over into him, you sigh, glaring at the board as your heart patters.

“It means you’re distracting me.”

Johnny hums, thumb moving up and down over the knob of your spine. “Talk to me,” he mutters. “Let me help, aye?” He blinks slowly, face hot and his lungs palpitating in his chest. The man cared about you so much—his heart ached for what you’d been put through. Losing a home like that.

Your lashes flutter, a near purr emitting from your throat at the hypnotic movements of Johnny’s grip. Like a damn harpy, he was digging his claws into you; it had been happening for months. Of course, you’d let him touch you—how could you not? Even his sense of courage and justice was something that let you know his character, his honor.

This case was just as important to him as it was to you.

“Go,” you mutter, shifting your head so that you can stare at him. Johnny’s visage pulls back, his stubble moving with the worried angle of his lips; his skull tilts, almost like a dog cocking its snout. “We can figure something out later—if I get you fired I’d finally gain a conscious.”

Johnny sighs, looking you up and down. “...I’ll be making dinner tonight. Just,” he breathes, and as his hand leaves you, your body fights the instinct to shiver. “Wait for me, Bonnie.”

You take in the closeness between the two of you—how your bodies melt into one another as if on instinct. Something was startling about how easy it was to live in the same apartment as Johnny. It had almost been too easy. Sharing food, blankets, and looks.

Your eyes follow after Soap as he brushes your cheek with the back of his hand before turning and walking back to his room, bare feet padding over the floor. His legs move, small burns and scars all over before your vision travels up the broadness of his back; the stretch of his arms as he brings them up with a groan to itch at his head.

Licking your lips, the sight is enough to quiet your mind. Seeing how, like water, his clothes morph into the swell of his thighs and the…your face bursts into fire, and your head snaps away.

Clearing your throat, you blink quickly and try to re-focus on your board of suspects.

—

Johnny tightens the belt over his waist, huffing softly as he walks into the fire department’s bay door—passing the red trucks and patting the dogs as they come up to mob him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckles, the clicking of little claws tapping over the concrete floors and the panting of hot breath. “Good to see you too, little rascals.”

The fireman looks around the area, seeing some of the boys mulling about doing repairs or fixing up the slight mess. Johnny motions a hand when he’s greeted, and before long he’s entering the main hub of where he wants to go—the kitchen.

Grabbing a cup, the Scot’s intention is to get some water before settling into his desk and diving into something that can take his mind off the woman living in his apartment. Licking his lips, Johnny gets momentarily lost in the remembrance of your skin—your determination.

He’s angry. Angry that someone’s done this to you; had disrupted your life so violently. A question was stuck swirling in his head as he began hearing the murmuring from the walk-in pantry.

What would have happened if you hadn’t been with him that morning?

“What do you mean ‘that was you?’” Johnny’s fingers freeze around the rim of a glass, blinking into his own smaller reflection. Brows furrowing, the Scot’s head swivels to the kitchen pantry and the barely cracked open door and the voice that emanates from it.

For some reason, the stagnant air after that sentence makes Johnny’s spine straighten. Blue eyes stare blankly, and fingers twitch as the same voice starts again.

“I thought you said it was over?! That the last one was,” a strangled word, a fast inhale. “We had a fucking deal.”

Heart slow in his chest, Soap stares the longer this seemingly one-sided conversation goes on. There was something off—the words seemed hurried; panicked, even. It wasn’t the usual emotions you had when having a talk with someone.

Taking a steady step back, the Scot remembered how fast your pulse had run when he had you at his chest a week ago—the fast slam and the whites of your eyes on full display. Even if you didn’t confess it to him, Johnny knew you’d been afraid of the fire. Fearful. He knew you weren’t sleeping.

Maybe the fireman was being paranoid, but anything that he didn’t understand made his hackles rise like a feral dog—certainly with you, technically, under his watch now. Everyone was a potential threat. Face stiff, Johnny begins walking over to the pantry with nearly silent feet, boots softly flattening to the tile floor.

Stopping outside of the door, his ears hone in.

“This isn’t right! There’s a difference between what you do and what I do! We stuck together, but this is it. I’ve covered for you—I’ve tried to smooth everything out, but this isn’t something that I can look past anymore. She wasn’t even involved yet!”

Johnny’s lips tighten, his eyes burning through the barrier until he lifts his hand and settles it loosely on the doorknob, not pushing even as the thin material shifts minutely. The alarms in his head were going off, and he didn’t like that.

Muscles tight, the Scot moves a bit closer, shoulder just beginning to touch the wood before—

Kurt Matthews, one of the rookie firefighters, shoves himself through.

Johnny strangles a gasp as the two men nearly collide with one another, only shoving out, what he hopes to be, a casual call of, “Hell’s bells. Careful there, Kid.”

The man’s wild eyes lock on him, stumbling back before Soap’s hands move to grasp his arm, a dark phone held lightly in Kurt’s hand. Johnny looks at it silently before he forces a blank chuckle. “Sorry, then. Was going to get some bread—you know how it is, eh?” Kurt looks frazzled, a sheen of sweat over his face; eyes tiny. “The boys never fill up the bread box after they finish a loaf.”

“What?” Matthews quickly mutters, before shaking his head and waving a hand. “Yeah, right, whatever.”

He swiftly moves past the Scot, brushing shoulders. The mohawked man’s nose pulls in, and blue eyes watch the disappearing individual.

Johnny’s throat swallows down saliva.

Kurt Matthews smells like gasoline.

—

You hear the sound of the TV and sniffle, pushing the heels of your hands into your stinging eyes.

It wasn’t a question as to why you had waited until Johnny left to let yourself feel the hopelessness that was sinking into your chest—you were surprised you lasted that long, though. Tiny tears dribble out over your cheeks, but you fight them with a growl.

“Keep it together,” you sigh harshly. “C’mon, keep it together.”

Your heart jerks when the front door of the apartment opens, and you’re quick to stand up from the couch where you had been sitting, clearing your throat as Johnny’s call echoes.

“Just me!”

You divulge immediately into your hurried sentences, waving a hand. The shake in your voice is obvious. “I have some of the names I remember writing down—it isn’t much but I—”

“What happened?” Johnny’s hands capture your face in a swift second; he isn’t even out of his work clothes before he’s over and touching you. It’s like he teleported over at the slightest hint of distress, not even a moment of hesitation. “Whoa, hey, hey,” he breathes a bit slower, softer. “What’s this then, Bonnie?”

Delicate movements of his fingers scrape your flesh, thumb running as blue eyes come into focus. Your lungs tighten up again at the sight of tense worry—Johnny’s face all hard with the lines of his forehead and the narrowing of his eyelids.

“Let me see,” he utters, tilting your head up so the brightness of your eyes is visible to him; the wetness of your flesh. “Hey, now.”

The man’s attention goes up and down on the off chance this is physical pain instead of the internal kind. But he knows better than that. So, Johnny stuffs down the hunch he had about the man in his own ranks and places all of his concern on you and your bitter tears.

Even when you try to grumble his worry away.

“It’s just stupid tears, MacTavish,” your voice cracks as he drags you to him, curling his arm behind the stretch of your shoulder blades in an addictive display that leaves your nose sniffling again. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Quit it,” the Scot pleads. “Jesus, Pencils,” he sighs, arms trapping you in just like before. “Just let me hold you, yeah? I swear, you’ll make my heart burst ‘fore I get you to admit you’re feeling something.”

Your glossy eyes flinch into a weak glare. “I’m not that emotionally constipated, jackass.”

Johnny’s breath moves over your scalp.

“You sure about that?” Your face goes to an annoyed sheen, and from the soft rest of Johnny’s chest, you look over at him. He’s trying a light smirk, but his eyes are still serious.

Letting yourself melt into him, you take in his scent and the heat he offers you, surrounded by the remnants of his life and future—this apartment that offers you a reprieve.

You close your eyes and let your hands shift up to grab at Johnny’s shirt slowly, your heart gradually easing. Unaware of the soft gaze watching every second; his own grip tightening.

“...You’re like a dog,” you whisper, tears drying. “Always running over.” Your pause lays out a beautiful scene. “I like it.”

Johnny’s cheeks flare to a bright red. He clears his throat, glancing away from your face. “I don’t know if I should be offended or not.”

“Hm,” you hum, shrugging and nuzzling your nose into his pulse. You hear it racing. “Up to you, I suppose.”

The man laughs, chest jerking.

The silence that falls after is like a blanket—settling thickly over the space as the last of your sniffles finally halt. You didn’t like crying; not in front of others. It was easier to just push through it, but Johnny’s presence made you soft, at the same time you can’t tell if that’s good or bad. But it did make your fear lessen, and maybe that was something you couldn’t overlook.

You tighten your hold on his waist, and he grunts, glancing down at you as his gut swirls. The man’s half-lidded eyes flutter, fingers flinching along your clothes. The room gets warmer, or maybe it’s just him.

“I guess,” you begin under your breath, voice muffled by his skin. “I could use your help. Officially.”

“Ooo,” the Scot whispers. “‘Officially’—look at that.”

You huff, lips pulling up.

“Well,” the man mutters, chin resting on top of your head as the sun outside begins to dip lower. “‘Officially’ I have some information that my Bonnie little boss might like to hear.”

Your smirk grows wider, your heart hammering faster as your pulse moves with fire.

“Oh?” Your nails drag his sides, and you feel Johnny’s breath hitch, a low purr emanating from his chest.

“Oh, aye,” a hand grips your chin, dragging you back until you’re once more blinking into his gaze head-on. His finger pets your flesh, your breath puffing out as he stares down at you. He swallows down the nervousness in the back of his throat, the urgency that instinct pushes away in this moment of anticipation as he watches your face. “But I’m having a moment, it seems—can’t think straight.”

“Why’s that?” You lick your lips and see cobalt blue follow them.

“Because this Hen in front of me has been a damn tease since I’ve met ‘er.”

Any snappy reply is cut short before it even can fully register in your head, and all thoughts halt the second his firm mouth is on your own.

You gasp, but there isn’t an ounce of yourself that pulls back, not when Johnny’s fingers play at your shirt-hem, or even when your own slide under his clothes. You don’t pull back when they hit the floor—don’t pull back when your bodies follow suit.

A dance of fire and ice moves with the writhing of flesh and the passing of heavy kisses; panting breath. Grunts and groans as if every pass of lips and teeth is a knife into supple skin. Tense legs and flexing arms—dragging fingertips digging into every latchable dip even as the dead of night grows longer.

It’s only after every desire has been satiated that you finally utter about the finer details of this mess.

Johnny’s hands move down your bare back, slipping to grip your waist and drag you into him as you sigh. Your thigh lifts to rest over his hip, leg hanging uselessly over as it brushes the ruffled sheets as lips find your neck, tiny nips and passes of skin mixing as your eyes flutter.

The fireman makes a noise of satisfaction in the back of his throat, hand sliding to hook under your kneecap, caressing.

“So attentive,” you murmur, and your fingers run through his hair, itching at his mohawk as the longer strands slip through. Johnny burrows closer, nose pushing your head upwards as he kisses the space where your neck connects to the underside of your chin.

He chuckles smoothly, stubble scraping along as you shiver at the sensation. The hard press of his pecs shove into you, and you lightly breathe; fingers twitching.

“How are we feeling?” Johnny grunts in between his worship.

“Energized,” you grin, half-closed eyes shimmering.

The man smiles widely, grip sliding downward slowly as he chuckles. “Yeah?”

“Not like that,” you groan, shoving his hand away as he laughs, rolling onto his back and folding his arm over his eyes.

“Ah,” Johnny’s chest jumps with his amusement, itching at his bare abdomen for a moment. “Worth a try, then.”

“Dog,” you roll your eyes. “You’ve had enough of a fill.”

“That’s all up to opinion, Dearie.” He smirks, peeking at you as your face heats up.

Shoving at his shoulder, he laughs again and pushes up, hands melting into the mattress beside your head as he looms above you as a large wall.

“I’ll never have enough of a fill when it comes to you and your wet c-”

You snap a hand to his mouth, covering it as you glare openly, sneering. “Finish that sentence and you’ll never have me in this bed again.”

Johnny’s glinting eyes stare from above your hand, and you feel his smile as clear as day as his face stays stuck close to yours.

A teasing kiss is leveled on your palm and you roll your eyes, pulling away to lightly push at his forehead. The Scot lets you shove at him, and you sit up fully as he grunts and rests his back on the headboard.

Shifting your body, you straddle his lap and grasp his chin.

“A few hours ago,” Johnny’s eyes are blown, and you feel his touch on your hips. He hums in question, barely listening above the squeeze of your legs. “You were going to tell me something—a lead.”

“Was I?” The fireman breathes, licking at your finger as it goes to rest on his bottom lip.

You cock your head with seriousness and a level of amusement in your gaze. “You were. Tell me.”

“You need to work on your pillow talk, Pencils.” Johnny sets a sloppy kiss on your collarbone and sighs.

There’s a moment where you both stare into one another, and the gravity of this begins to set in once more. Carnal desire and feelings aside, there was always an edge to the both of you—this need to be seen through whether for some sense of justice or care.

“Kurt Matthews—rookie fireman,” Johnny grunts, looking away for a quick moment. “Heard him speaking on the phone, got a bad feeling ‘bout it that I can’t place. Might be nothing, but I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t tell you.”

“Kurt,” you breathe, brows pulling in. There’s a long pause. “Kurt Matthews…that sounds familiar.”

Hopping off Johnny, the man groans softly, a slightly needy look following after as your bare body slips away. He knocks his skull against the headboard, side-eyeing your backside as you hurry off to your board. A light smirk makes itself known before your voice snaps him out of his memories. “Stop looking at my ass, MacTavish!”

His face goes beet red as he grunts, quickly snapping his eyes away.

You wrap yourself into one of the blankets that was on the couch, letting it hang off of your shoulders as you snatch one of the papers on your mess of information.

“A fireman,” you mutter to yourself, finger running down names and brief descriptions. “An inside job? No, that would be…” Your eyes spark to life as Soap shuffles in, running through his hair. “That would be one hell of a story.”

Attention locked in, your eyes instantly stop on your own chicken scratch—the name at the bottom of the page.

Kurt Matthews. Witness to fire on the fifth; one dead.

“Off duty? Or not hired yet?” You ask, lips tightening. “Why was he at the scene? Johnny,” your curious voice calls to him, and he slips up behind you, flattening his front to your back. You lean into him, showing him the paper. “When did he get taken on into the department?”

“Month ago,” Johnny’s face pulls, frowning. A name catches his attention, and he tilts his head. “Why’s Duncan on there?”

Your attention moves to the scribbled title. Johnny continues as you read, your stomach sinking.

Duncan Ballard. Employee of Warren Electrical. No involvement.

You wave a hand. “He has nothing to do with this case. That was back when I was looking into the money laundering—”

“They’re cousins.”

Your body twists, face confused. “What…?”

Johnny blinks, glancing at you and then back to the paper, he vaguely gestures to the two names. “Duncan and Kurt—they’re cousins. Met him at one of the department cookouts. Strange bloke, but I never thought much about it. Just thought he liked the profession a bit because Kurt was getting involved.”

You stare at him, a million thoughts dashing from behind your eyes. “Duncan was the man I interviewed about the Warren Electrical case. He was cleared by the police,” you stutter, looking to the side. “He was the only employee of the company that didn’t confess or implicate someone else. There was no evidence to…”

You trail off before your spine tightens. Your body pushes itself out of Johnny’s hold, rushing to his computer and opening it like a bat out of hell.

“Give me the name of one of the fire victims.”

The Scot watches after, hurriedly forcing out, “Mike Lane.”

An article pops up—one that you hadn’t written but that another journalist had. Warren Electrical Employee Exposes All.

“Another,” you breathe, eyes stuck on the screen.

“Kit Cannon.”

Warren Electrical Employee—

“Johnny, one more.”

“Hadden Taylor.”

Warren Electrical Employee—

Your throat closes for a moment before you force out in the middle of Soap easing out another name, still not sure where you’re going with this. “He’s trying to kill off anyone who snitched.”

Johnny pauses, coming over to look as he thinks—as he looks over the articles you show him with a grim face, he tilts his head.

“Even then, why were you a target? All you did was interview him. And why now?”

“He knows I have all of the resources,” you begin. “If anyone can catch him, it would be me—I interviewed him when he was in temporary custody. It would have seemed like he didn’t have a choice unless he wanted to keep his appearance of innocence.”

Your mind struggles through the potential answers. “But you’re right—why now? Is it because of the trial coming up? And how does this connect with Kurt?”

“He smelled like Gasoline when he walked past me,” Johnny adds, rubbing at his chin; itching at his scar. He spares you a look, mulling over the words that he’d heard in the pantry. “...I think he’s trying to cover his cousin’s crimes with his own. Make it seem like they’re all a part of one damn scheme.”

“He’s the one going for the abandoned buildings,” you agree, nodding a few times, looking over into Johnny’s eyes. “Kurt Matthews and Duncan Ballard. Okay. We have our leads.”

Before the Scot can speak on it, you’re rushing past, grabbing clothes from the floor and shoving them on. His face moves in, confusion overtaking his building shock.

“What are you doing?” You shove into your pants, not sparing a look before you button them.

“Get dressed, we’re going out.”

Johnny’s left in the middle of the room, naked, watching after you with a slack-jawed expression of disbelief.

“...What?”

—

You hang up your phone with one of the many people you know in the city, dropping it to your side as you and the fireman stand in front of your car. You have an address for Kurt’s home—not one for Duncan, but that can happen later. With what Johnny had said not moments before, Matthews was expressing hesitation. Go for the weaker link first.

The streets are lit up. It’s still night out but the long hours are beginning to thin into morning; it can’t be later than three AM. Vehicles rush past, and, occasionally, people walk to wherever they are off to. The city never sleeps, just as you don’t.

“Woah,” Johnny grabs onto you before your hand can latch onto the driver’s seat door. He waves his other hand and stares at you heavily. “We can’t just go into this with our dicks in our hands, Bonnie.”

“Thankfully, I don’t have one of those,” you huff. “That’s why I keep you around.”

“That isn’t,” Johnny sighs aggressively, shaking his head. “I’ll not have you in danger. We need to pass this along the chain.”

“The chain,” you grumble, “hates me. We’re the best bet right now.” Raising a brow you point a finger under his nose. “If I recall, you asked to be involved.”

Johnny frowns heavily, looking unimpressed until he takes a deep breath. He rasps out, “You’re lucky you’re damn near a goddess—”

His phone goes off in his pocket, and not a second later, he’s answering as you mess with your satchel. Taking out a piece of paper, you try not to show how much his little comment made you want to float into the air, giddy, nearly, as you write down Kurt’s address sloppily.

“MacTavish,” Johnny grunts out, turning slightly away.

You open your car door, but a hand moves out and keeps it closed enough to a point where you can’t slip inside, you pout and Johnny raises a brow as he listens. Your eyes notice how his jaw clenches, and he lets off an aggressive sigh like a boar when he registers the words being said from over the line.

Your heart drops when you watch his shoulders sag, hips moving as they situate themselves.

“Right. I’ll be over.” Cobalt eyes snap to yours when the call ends, deathly serious. “One of the boys had to run out tonight during his twenty-four-hour—family emergency. I was on call for him.”

You open your mouth to speak.

“No,” Johnny points at you, digging out his own keys from his pants as he backs up. He shakes his head. “No—you’re not going alone. Don’t even ask it, Pencils.”

Your loud scoff echoes. “I didn’t even mention it!”

“You fucking thought it,” he grunts, glaring. “Get your pretty arse back inside the apartment and we do this together tomorrow.”

“Oh, yes,” you wave a hand, stepping back onto the sidewalk as the Scot moves to his vehicle only two cars down, sarcastically monologuing. “All naked and waiting to be ravished by your brutish body. Whatever will I do without you, my brave firefighter?”

“Don’t tempt me,” Soap mutters to himself, and just as he unlocks his car and opens the door, you’re there at his side. A light kiss is pressed into his flesh, and he freezes.

“Be safe,” you mutter, and he melts—tension loosening. He smirks and glances over, carefully grabbing your face before connecting his lips to yours with a low groan.

“Maybe you should be naked and waiting for me—”

“Go!”

Johnny chuckles against your lips. “Keep your head on for me, Pencils. I’ll be back soon, and we can find the fucker that did this, eh?”

As he gets into his car and drives away, you watch after him and bite at your lips. And then as he turns the street corner, you jog over to your car and slip inside.

—

The home was run down.

It wasn’t a place where you would want to raise a family, and neither was the neighborhood. In fact, barely anyone seemed to live on this street, and even if there were entire rows of houses, there weren’t even any lights on—nothing illuminated the streets except the lamps, and you were parked under one with your satchel in your lap.

Experience didn’t mean you never get nervous.

You feel the clamminess of your palms as you flex them, replaying Johnny’s words in your head over and over. You knew the house was here, so, you could always just…come back later. There was no harm in it.

Yet, your eyes narrow, and your rage builds.

This fucker was related to the man that burned down your apartment building—was potentially covering for him so you wouldn’t break the case on Duncan killing off the snitches for Warren Electrical’s schemes. But all because of an interview with him? All you’d done was sit down with the guy; why did he feel the need to track you down? Breaking into someone's house and lighting it up with matches was personal—incredibly personal.

Duncan had given you a warning to keep away, and you hated warnings with a fiery passion. If anything, it had just set you on his ass more.

“Okay,” you huff, and reach inside of your satchel, flicking on the recorder you stuffed inside and stating your name, age, and important information.

And then you open the car door and exit.

Speed walking to the door, you look down the dark streets and hunch into yourself, the calls of crows and the wind moving the overgrown grass. Cracked concrete hits the ground as you kick pieces away, and at the two steps leading to the front door, you think that perhaps this might be a bad idea.

Bad ideas are what make good articles.

You hum, face innocent. “Johnny’s gonna fucking kill me.”

Knuckles raising, you send three firm knocks into the paint-speckled wood, and wait. And wait.

And wait.

Your face tightens, your legs shifting minutely as the seconds draw long. A part of you is somewhat relieved until you hear a small creak just when you’re about to walk away. You freeze, and your eyes move slowly to the glass of the side window in a gradual glance.

Your eyes lock onto a face staring back.

Gasping, your foot takes a rapid step backward, but before you can rush away, Kurt rips open the door and pleads in a tiny voice as he grabs your arm. You flinch, raising up a heavy fist. But his words stop you from sending it forward.

“No! No, you can’t be here!” Your eyes blink rapidly, stuttering through your initial panic.

“What?”

“Leave!” Kurt snaps, eyes wild. “While he’s still asleep—he can’t see you here or he’ll—” There’s a splash of liquid and you shout. Kurt lets go of you quickly as he looks down at himself as his clothes get flooded from behind.

The sharp smell hits you before your ears twitch to the sound of a lighting match.

Kurt screams, snapping around as you fall backward off the steps, slamming into the ground with a panicked flinching in your lungs. A large shadow stands in the doorway. “I didn’t say anything—I didn’t—!”

Kurt Matthews goes up in flames, and in the fire and the rabid screams of sizzling flesh, you’re left shouting in pure fear. Duncan’s familiar face was illuminated by an orange and red inferno and he watches you blankly with a box of matches in his right hand.

You run off so fast, your heels get kicked off in a flurry of a chase.

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seravphs · 7 months

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lazybones

wc — 2k

tags — 18+ only, fem dom, sub gojo, riding

Have you been too hard on Gojo lately?

You peek at him from the corner of your eyes. He’s next to you on the couch, freshly back from a mission. Even though he’s just sitting there, he’s being annoying again. It’s his presence, the general lack of respect that exudes from him. You clench your teeth against the urge to scold him.

Playing teacher is a leftover habit from your school days. Yaga couldn’t control him, so you took it upon yourself. It took a lot of trial and error to figure out what made Gojo obedient. Taming the strongest is a delicate balancing act, never giving him too much of the carrot or the stick - right now, you might be teetering too much on the side of punishment. How long has it been since you gave him a reward?

Gojo might be irritating, but he’s still deserving of respect as the pinnacle of Jujutsu society. He works hard, even if he doesn’t show it.

You glance over at him again. He’s never injured when he comes back from missions, but sometimes there’s another problem he has to take care of. Since you first checked on his condition five minutes ago you've been waiting for him to ask for help or deal with it alone, but the visible bulge in his pants hasn’t gone away. The five minutes you gave him clearly wasn’t enough.

You glance meaningfully between his thighs. “Are you going to take care of that?”

“Nah,” he shrugs. “I’m exhausted. Too much work.”

Nodding, you return to your work. Halfway through shuffling papers, you realize that your threshold for normalcy has changed since knowing Gojo Satoru. He has that effect on people. Adapt or die.

The couch shifts. Exasperated, you look over - only to see Gojo rolling his hips gently, grinding on nothing. His mouth is open and his eyes are closed as he pants softly.

“Are you serious,” your voice is completely toneless.

One eye cracks open, brilliant blue all the way to its core. “Hurts,” he groans. “This is the first time all week-“

“Can’t be that bad,” you say, even as you wonder why you’re entertaining this conversation, why you’re not getting up and leaving. “You look like you have all the time in the world. Can you even get off like that?”

“No.”

“Are you stupid?”

He moans. You know he’s only doing it to fuck with you. “Yeah, be meaner,” he goads.

You don’t know why you’re saying it. “Do you need help?”

He blinks. “Sorry?”

“Forget it,” your face burns. “If you don’t-“

“No, no,” he rushes to get the words out. “Help is good. Help would be great. Can you just, ah, can you-“

You reach over to palm him over his pants. He shudders, his spine taut as he arches instinctively towards your touch. His eyes roll back in his head. How badly did he need this? You shove his shoulders back so you have more room to work, preventing him from hunching over you. He grins up at you as you climb over him, straddling his thighs.

“Shh,” you murmur. You don’t recognize your own voice. It’s sensual in a way you’ve never imagined you could be, especially not for him. There’s something soothing about it, melodic and low. “Don’t say anything. Just let me handle it.”

“Okay- ah, fuck,” he hisses as you grip him a little more meanly.

“What did I say?”

Wisely, he doesn’t say anything. He’s always been a quick learner, usually the first to pick up on lessons.

“Good boy,” you coo. A soft breath escapes through his half open lips. You settle on his lap, continuing to work him through pants until he can’t take it anymore and throws his head back, baring his throat. His Adam's apple bobs as he heaves for breath. It’s too tempting. You kiss a bead of sweat arcing down his neck, tasting the salt of his skin before you bite down.

His muffled groan would tell you how much he liked it even if he wasn’t shaking with desire. Your lips curve into a smile against his neck before gracing him with another piece of evidence to carry with him tomorrow.

When you pull back to survey him, there’s more red on his body than you left. He’s so wound up that he’s nearly bitten through his lower lip. You make a humming noise of disapproval at him, but it’s not a major concern when you have such an easy solution.

He grabs at you as you climb off of him, but you shove his hands away. “Patience,” you scold as you tug your stockings off. His eyes light up, but you pity him. He doesn’t know what’s coming.

You shove the black mesh into his mouth. “Keep that there until you can learn not to hurt yourself.”

Whatever complaint he can voice through the fabric is lost as you drag his zipper down and reach into his boxers. His cock drools as you stroke him lazily, not putting too much thought into his enjoyment. This part is for you.

It’s not enough, you know. He needs more stimulation. But you like the way he’s growing more and more needy. You want to drive him insane, want to see him lose everything for you. You want to peel back the persona of the strongest sorcerer and make him lose himself in lust.

It’s almost sick, the way you want to see him brought low. A part of you wonders if you need to consider some kind of professional help for the enjoyment you’re deriving from this, the other, greater part is simply enjoying the high color in his cheeks.

You know how to take him apart, piece by piece, and you do it with a beautiful, precise brutality. He breaks for you, lets you arrange him to your liking.

“You can speak now,” you tell him, tugging your stockings out of his mouth. He moans in relief.

“Can I- can I please come?”

“No one’s stopping you, sweetheart.”

He’s so out of it that he can’t control his expressions. You giggle at the face he’s making, almost sexier for how silly it is. You reach forward fondly to wipe the saliva at the corner of his mouth, doting on him.

“So messy,” you murmur.

The noise he makes in response is barely even human.

“I can’t, not like this,” he whines. “Why are you torturing me?”

“I’m not doing anything. You know what you have to do if you want to come.”

He grins up at you, dazed. “You’re really going to make someone as pretty as me beg?”

“It’s because you’re pretty that I’m making you beg. Now come on, gorgeous. Put that mouth to work.”

“You’re evil,” he whines. You can feel him twitching.

“And?”

“So mean,” there’s a slight hitch in his breath when your other hand reaches towards the nape of his neck, your nails gently scratching at his scalp. “You’re hurting my feelings, you know.”

Dragging your nail over the head of his cock produces a delicious shiver from him.“Come on, pretty boy. Don’t you want it?”

He drops his head again, hanging over the back of the couch. “Fuck,” he pants. “Yeah. Please. I’ll do anything, please let me come.”

“Try a little harder.”

He groans, throwing a hand over his eyes. “Damnit, what do you want from me?”

You pull away.

He yelps, scrambling towards you. “Wait. Wait! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please, come on?”

“Tell me something I want to hear, princess.” Your strokes are slow, matching the tempo of your conversational tone. There’s a ruddy blush already spreading across his cheeks, dappled strawberry on cream. You want to bite it, so you do. Noise tears out of his chest, entirely authentic surprise. It’s only a second before you pull away, no harm done but the idea of it. Gojo scowls at you.

It doesn’t change the fact that he got naked for you, or that he’s staying under you. You like him best like this, understanding of his place.

A monster of a man, tamed just for you.

“You’re obedient like a dog. Can you bark like one too?”

He gives you another scathing look which only merits a laugh.

“No? Maybe next time.”

You grip him a little tighter, rubbing your thumb into the sweet spot right under the head of his cock. He tries and fails not to twitch. It’s not good enough. You want to see him flail, sob, choke. You tease the sensitive tip and watch him crumble.

“Fuck,” he whimpers. “Fuck, fuck, I’m so close, please.”

His breath breaks on a moan, a strangled noise as he tries and fails to control himself. You love it, this part of him, still holding onto a quickly crumbling idea of pride or strength. It endears him to you so much you cup his cheek, comfort enough that he might be convinced to let go.

His next word is lost in the sound of a hiccup as tears begin to build in the corner of his eyes. You can sympathize. He’s at the point where pleasure feels too good and everything begins to feel too sensitive, too painful. His nerves, already more refined than the average person’s, must be burning, yet he holds on.

Not for much longer. You’ve built a rhythm now, stroking him fast, but he seems to love the manhandling. The rough treatment pushes him closer to the edge, closer to what you know he needs. His hips jerk with minute movements, trying not to drive you away once more. He wants to be good.

He’s practically drooling as you push him around. The slick noises of your palm against his skin quicken as his abs clench, finally unraveling for you. You keep at it, stroking him through it to the edge of overstimulation.

“Too much,” he whines. “It hurts!”

You slow down. “So you don’t want more? Too bad, I was going to let you fuck me.”

Gojo’s voice sounds ruined, but his hands are going to your hips instead of pushing you away. He tugs you even closer. You can feel him growing hard again, his cock pressed between your bodies. Even though he looks like he might sob if you keep toying with him, he nuzzles his head against your chest.

“More, Satoru?”

“Anything you’ll give me,” he promises.

You test him first, offering nothing to test the limits of his sensitivity. He doesn’t whine anymore, knowing by now to let you do as you please. His big hands are splayed over your hips as he helps you bounce in his lap, fucking between your thighs, but not where he wants.

“Can you even go again?”

“I told you-” You decide that he can. “Oh god-”

You’re hot and wet and tight around him. After so much teasing, his brain short-circuits. He said he could, but with the way he’s acting, you really don’t think he can handle it. You go to climb off him again, but Gojo moves before you can.

“No,” he whimpers, hands pressing you down harder. He bucks his hips up, trying to get deeper, trying to fill you up. You don’t know how he still has the strength to carry you, but he’s the strongest, after all. He picks you up just to drop you back down onto him.

You’re fucking like animals now, wet and messy. You can hardly hear anything over your combined moans and the noises coming from between the two of you, filthy, slick sounds. His hands are digging into your hips so hard that you can feel the bruises he’ll leave tomorrow.

Every drag of his cock against your pussy is bordering on painful as he chases his own pleasure, blind to everything but his need to mark you. You’re so full it aches, but beautifully, until it transforms into something else, satisfying an all-consuming need inside of you.

When you come, your orgasm wracks through your body. You clench down on him involuntarily, gasping as your pussy throbs around him. It ruins you, the way he presses up into you, trying to fuck you through it. Your thighs can’t stop trembling, your eyes rolling back in your head. You don’t want to imagine how you must look right now.

“Close,” Gojo gasps out. He’s been reduced to monosyllables for the past few minutes, all wit vanished from him. No sooner than he says it, his head drops onto your shoulder as he presses you down onto his lap, spilling inside of you. You whimper at the feeling, heat spreading through your core.

“What the fuck was that?” Gojo breathes shakily into the silence that ensues.

“Just- just shut up,” you reply. You hadn’t expected it either.

Gojo laughs and tucks a sweaty arm around you. “Were you hiding that from me all along? I mean, I knew you were into me, but-”

You do the only thing you know will shut him up. You kiss him. His eyes are hazy when you pull back.

“Um. Okay,” he says. “One more time?”

#sera writes #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojou smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #ns.fw

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Could i dare request rebecca Ferguson X her younger actress girlfriend? Like she is the new Hollywood face and its always in something doing awesome roles?

And becca goes with her to the oscars to see her winning for the first time and they are so lovey dovey for each other

Promises

Pairing: Rebecca Ferguson x (f!)reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: angst, softness, cheesiness, my writing

A/N: I want you all to know that I immediately started writing this after I finished writing & posting the Lady Jessica one. At around 5am, at its 6pm now. Also, I was going to pair this one with a similar request, but then I got sooo many ideas for this. I loved loved writing this! Thank you for the request :)

I put on my best smile as I stepped in front of the live audience where Jimmy Fallon was waiting for me. I was here to promote my new film, a romcom.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, our first guest tonight Y/n L/n!” I danced my way to the small podium and kissed both of Jimmy’s cheeks, taking the time to blow some kisses to the crowd before settling down on the chair.

“Wow, what an energetic audience,” I said with a laugh as the crowd cheered.

“That’s right! The last time I interviewed you was during COVID.” He realized

“Right, I did it with sweatpants on and from the comfort of my place.” He laughed at that.

“I mean I’ll wear sweatpants next time if you do.” He said, and I extended a hand for a handshake to seal the deal. “Another thing that’s changed is you weren’t an Academy Award Nominee the last time we talked.” And I laughed as the crowd cheered.

“It’s been quite a journey, Jimmy.” I giggled, feeling heat rush to my face.

“I’ll say! Let’s take a look here.” He reached down to grab a file and I leaned over to see what else he was hiding. He swatted me away playfully and I pouted. “Right, so since the last time we met, you appeared in a Marvel production, a role you’re set to reprise. You became a series regular for a book adaptation, appeared in three music videos, starred in a RomCom, attended the Met Gala, and got nominated for 5 awards, including the best leading actress. And still found the time to see me today.” He pretended to be out of breath, making me and the crowd laugh.

“I’ll always have time for you, Jimmy,” I said with a sweet smile.

“See! That’s what I’m talking about. This sweetness that you’re known for, I can’t wait to see it in the RomCom.” the crowd applauded.

“I wouldn’t count on it. My character is quite different from me.” I said secretively. “And that’s all I’ll say about that. Go watch the movie if you want to know more.” I added as he opened his mouth to no doubt get more information.

“Okay, that's fair. But since we’re on the subject of love,” I rolled my eyes at that, knowing where he was going. “Is there a special someone in your life right now? One you’ll be seeing the movie with?” He added devilishly.

“Well, there are multiple loved ones I’ll be seeing the movie with.” This caused the crowd to boo at me and I laughed. “Look, all I know is that I’m very happy right now and not lacking love in my life,” I said with a smile.

“I guess your happiness is what matters ultimately.” He said with a sigh, making me laugh.

“Thanks, Jimmy,” I said as I squeezed his hand softly. The crowd awed

“Alright, enough cheesiness. We’re taking a quick break, and when we come back - Y/n and I will be playing a game.” He said before turning to me to continue the conversation we were having before going on air, as the crew rushed in.

———————

I let out a sigh as I was finally able to take off my heels after a long day, before dropping on the couch in my hotel room. Today was the last day of our press tour. We had just flown in from Paris last night and after an early morning, we spent the day running around New York for interviews. Some of them, I did alone - others with my costar who thankfully was a gem.

Still, it had been an exhausting few weeks, and day - and there was only one thing that I wanted right now. I reached the coffee table where I had dropped my handbag and searched for my phone. I composed a number I knew by heart and waited.

“Hello?” Instantly, my eyes lit up and a smile appeared on my face.

“Hi, honey.” I started as I got comfortable on the couch. “Can I FaceTime you?” As soon as I’d uttered the words, I received a request to switch to video. One I was more than happy to accept.

My smile immediately widened as the face of my girlfriend appeared on the screen. It wasn’t the same as having her with me, but it would have to do for now.

“There you are,” I whispered

“There you are.” She echoed back and we shared a soft smile. From the looks of it, she had just woken up from a nap on set. I recognized her trailer, and I was suddenly aware of the fact that she was in the UK, in a different timezone.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get the chance to speak these past few days,” I said softly

“This is the life we signed up for, Y/n/n.” She said with a soft smile, although her eyes lacked the glint that they usually had. Something was wrong. “I wish we could always be together, but that’s not possible.” She whispered.

This caused me to frown. “Rex? What’s this about? This is only a busy time in our lives, and frankly, we’ve overcome bigger issues.” I said. “You’re done promoting Dune: Part 2, and you’ll finish filming Silo soon. After that, we’ll have some time to ourselves before the crazy starts back again. We just have to get through award season and then things will settle.” I said convincingly.

“You’re right. It’s just - I was watching your interviews and it sucked to see you avoiding all questions regarding your love life. With the distance, it kinda feels like we’re not together anymore.” She sighs and suddenly lets out a humourless laugh. “This is so stupid, we’ve been dating for two, almost three years! I shouldn’t be so bothered by the distance. I must be getting my fucking period or something.”

“Rebecca,” I say as my voice breaks. I had no idea she felt like that and seeing her so distraught, broke my heart.

“I’m sorry, honey.” She says with that same humourless laugh that I despise. It doesn’t hold a candle to her real one. “I guess the long filming hours and going back and forth between Silo and promoting Dune has gotten to me more than I thought.” She sighs and rubs her eyes.

“Maybe I could-” I’m interrupted by a knock on her trailer door. As she goes to open it, I hear voices, before she reappears on the screen, to end the call no doubt.

“I’m sorry baby, they’re waiting for me in the writers’ room. I’ll talk to you later, ya?” I nod softly, the lump in my throat preventing me from speaking. She smiles at me before ending the call.

As I stare at the hotel’s ceiling, I make a decision.

———-

The second I step outside the airport, I’m greeted by the seemingly permanent English rain. It didn’t take me long, after my call with Rebecca had ended to get my things in order and get on a flight to the UK, where she was filming.

Thankfully, the press tour for my movie had ended, because that would have put me in a very difficult situation, what with having to cancel some appearances. My girlfriend was sad, and nothing was going to stop me from getting to her.

As I got into the cab that my assistant had arranged for me, I felt grateful that no reporters were around to hound me. It was still quite early and my disguise of a hoodie and sunglasses protected me long enough from the sight of the few of them lingering around.

I didn’t spend much time at the hotel. Just enough for a shower and a change of clothes, before I was once again back on the road towards her filming location. I was let into the premises without too much of a hassle. I had the foresight to reach out to Rex’s assistant on the flight over and she had been able to grant me access, and before long I was being led to my girlfriend’s trailer by her assistant.

“She just finished filming so she’s already in her trailer. I didn’t tell her you were coming as you asked, so she’ll be quite surprised.” She talked quietly.

It was still early morning on set, some people were either starting to wake up or getting in from filming all night.

“How has she been doing?” I had a vague idea, but I wanted to hear it from someone who was with her when I couldn’t.

“She’s been exhausting herself a lot. The press tour for Dune is over, but she’s still doing a lot with filming and being an executive director here.” She said sadly, and I nodded. “I’m glad you’re here Y/n. It’ll do her good to see you. I cleared her schedule for the day, so you could at least get some rest together. I know you’ve been busy too. I spoke to your assistant.” She said sternly and I rolled my eyes. These two.

We arrived at the trailer and my heart started beating a little faster. “Thanks, Kelly, I owe you one,” I said to the assistant as I slipped inside the trailer.

It didn’t take me long to find her around the vast camper. She was in bed, seemingly asleep. I approached her quietly and sat on the other side which had been left untouched. The side of the bed I usually slept on at home.

I rubbed her shoulder gently, to not scare her. She opened her eyes softly and looked around, slightly disoriented before settling on me. I smiled.

“Hi, my love,” I whispered. She stared at me for a few seconds, before sitting up and grabbing my face with both hands.

“Y/n/n?” She said with wide eyes. “Are you really here?” She asked, roaming over my face and caressing my cheeks as if to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

“I’m here, Rex,” I replied with a smile before she latched herself to me in a hug, making me laugh.

“How? Why?” She asked in the crook of my neck.

“You sounded so sad on FaceTime, I had to make sure you were okay. Plus, I missed you - so I grabbed the first flight here.” I explained as I tightened my hug and kissed her forehead.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“Let’s get some sleep, and then we can talk about what you’re feeling. Okay?” I felt her nod and rearranged our positions so we were lying down. She immediately spooned me.

For the first time in months, we slept together peacefully.

—-------------------------

When I woke up, I felt much more at peace. I slowly opened my eyes with a smile, one which widened when I met the eyes of my girlfriend.

“You’re staring,” I whispered, my smile not leaving my face.

She put a hand on my cheek and caressed softly, before leaning down to put her lips on mine. Once we separated, she put her forehead on mine.

“How are you feeling?” I mumbled, not wanting to break the trance we were in.

“How are you feeling? She mumbled back, and I smiled.

“Better now that I’m here.” she rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“Sap,” she said before taking a break. “Last night, I- It was a lot wasn’t it.” she finished.

“No, you expressing how you feel will never be a lot or too much,” I added hurriedly. “It just kinda felt like you were on the verge of ending things,” I said quietly, I felt my heart beating widely as I held my breath.

“Ending things? Y/n. Y/n/n, look at me.” she said as she grabbed my face in both hands forcing me to look at her. “I. Love. You. and it’s because I love you that I am finding our current situation so hard. Not being able to be with you or have you with me in front of everybody to celebrate our achievements. Or how we have to act single or like we’re just friends. I hate reading about the people they’re linking you to romantically. I just want to scream ‘She’s mine. Back off.’ And it’s kinda killing me.” she said as she leaned against the headboard.

“I am yours,” I said as I grabbed her hands, willing myself not to cry.

“I know baby. Just like I know you understand and feel the same way,” she said as I looked down. We stayed quiet for a moment, thinking of our predicament and what was being stolen from us.

“The Oscars,” I suddenly said with renewed hope, as she looked at me in confusion. “I know we’re both technically going with our own cast - but would you go with me as my date,” I asked before quickly adding. “Unless - maybe our agents are right and we sh-” she interrupted me as I felt the doubt take over.

“They’re not. And we should have never let them silence our love,” she said. “Of course, I’ll go with you. We’ll pose on the red carpet, I’ll kiss you in front of the camera lights and when you win - no one will cheer louder than me,” she said with a wide smile. I was quick to tackle her to the bed, kissing her all over her face.

Her laughter made my heart sing.

—-------------

This was not how I wanted the day to go. I was supposed to wake up bright and early, have some breakfast from her favourite cafe in the city delivered to her hotel room at the same time that she would receive the huge bouquet I had ordered weeks in advance. Then, as we both got ready in our own hotel, we’d be texting like teenagers going on a first date, right until the red carpet. There, I’d see her and rush to her without a care in the world. I would tell her how beautiful she looks and we’d pose for pictures and kiss. Interviewers would have questions about our relationship, and we’d laugh our way through them. Rebecca, answering with her usual charm and wit, and me with heart eyes solely focused on her.

Instead, my flight from Toronto had been delayed and I was rushing to get ready. I wouldn’t make it to the red carpet on time, with this traffic, only being able to slide in as the awards started.

I had spoken to Rex when I landed and obviously, she hadn’t been happy.

“Hi, honey! Where are you, it’s kinda loud,” she said joyfully. I could hear the rushing around as her glam team worked.

“I’m at the airport,” I said and closed my eyes, as there was silence on the other end.

“I’m guessing you’re not going to make it to the red carpet?” she asked, and my lack of answer confirmed the statement. “Of course, it would’ve been too easy. It was stupid to hope th-” She cut herself off and let out a sigh.

“Rex, don’t say that. This is nothing, we still hav-” she interrupted me as I tried to fix things desperately.

“I have to go. I’ll see you there.” and with that, she ended the call.

She hadn’t answered any of my calls or replied to my texts since then. I wanted to believe that they had taken her phone away so they could focus on getting ready, but my anxiety was telling me something else.

The car rolled up to the venue and I was quickly rushed inside and to my seat as the host was in the middle of his opening monologue.

“And here comes Y/n L/n, everyone. She’s nominated for best leading actress tonight, ladies and gentlemen.” the audience clapped and I tried to calm my heart as my face appeared on the big screens. But the host wasn’t quite done with me, yet. “Doesn’t she look beautiful? Straight from a fairytale. Although, if I recall correctly, Cinderella rushed out of the ball, not to it.” he said as the audience laughed and I felt myself wanting to die.

Thankfully he moved on, and the ceremony started. I was almost breaking my neck trying to find Rebecca, and when I did, I tried to catch her eyes - to convey how sorry I was. But she never glanced my way. I was so lost in thought that I would have missed my category coming up if it wasn’t for my costar grabbing my hand in support.

I held my breath as the nominees were listed. And when I heard my name being called, I felt myself freeze, before being lifted in a hug and passed around from one costar to another. I willed myself to put one foot in front of another as I approached the podium under the congratulations and applause.

I was almost to the stage when I glanced left and saw Rebecca’s face with a wide smile, clapping widely. That’s one promise that had been kept today.

She looked beautiful, and it was as if I were in a trance as I approached her. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of her. She looked at me with a soft smile and with anticipation in her eyes, and that was all the invitation I needed to kiss her in front of all of Hollywood. That was another promise kept.

And later on, when I posed for pictures with my Oscar and I danced at the after party, she was right there with me, as we kept our promises to each other.

—-------------

“Hi, I’m Y/n L/n and I’ll be reading your tweets,” I said with a smile as I reached into the fish bowl for the first one.

“Okay, this one is from @lesbianstan2000: Do you think Rebecca Ferguson uses The Voice on Y/n L/n?” I read before letting out a laugh. “She doesn’t need to. I’ll happily do whatever she asks.” I say as I wink into the camera.

#madamevirgowrites #dune #dune part two #lady jessica #lady jessica x reader #rebecca ferguson #rebecca ferguson x reader

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Loved when mtmte Megatron met his sparkling from tfp and how he offered for them to come with him and the lost light crew and buddy saying they would stay in tfp but what if buddy said yes to his offer what would their life with the lost light look like and would they vist tfp crew?

Fun fact: This was going to be the original response when Megatron offered Buddy, but decided not to last minute.

Now because there are way too many shenanigans' that would happen on the Lost Light if Buddy joined, I summarized the highlights.

Hope you enjoy!

What if... TFP Megatron's daughter with the opposite personality agreed to stay on the Lost Light?

SFW, Platonic, Slight angst, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP/MTMTE

Already a heavy considered in the beginning.

When Megatron did offer Buddy a spot on the Lost Light, Buddy hesitated, but ends up agreeing to go Megatron and Prime.

Optimus knew this was a possibility… but he hoped that deep down she wouldn’t leave.

Buddy turns to Team Prime and begins to give each one of them a long hug.

“This isn’t our last goodbye. We’ll meet again I’m sure of it.”--Buddy

Buddy hugs the kids with light tears slowly moving down her face as Miko sobs close to her spark chamber.

“You better come and visit us.”—Miko

Buddy hugs a bit tighter.

“I’ll come and visit you guys. I’m not going to leave forever. It’s just…”--Buddy

“You deserve it, Buddy.”--Ratchet

Buddy looks over at Ratchet a bit in disbelief.

Buddy puts the kids down and moves to the older mech hugging him dearly.

“After everything, I probably would have gone too.”--Ratchet

“Oh Ratchet…”--Buddy

Another set of arms envelops the two.

Optimus is now hugging them.

Buddy reaches for him too.

They stay like that for a bit before Buddy lets go and gets set on the ground.

She walks over to Megatron and grabs his servo.

Buddy looks back with a teary smile.

“Thank you all for everything.”--Buddy

Team Prime waves good-bye as the two bots walk into the portal.

On the Lost Light…

Buddy and Megatron walk out as the portal close.

The crew takes a moment to understand that Buddy was with them.

That could only mean…

“BUDDY!”--Tailgate

Tailgate runs over and hugs Buddy.

Buddy hugs back as everyone else comes over.

Whirl snatches Buddy up.

“I guess that means you’re stuck with us now, huh?”—Whirl

Buddy wipes a happy tear from her optic smiling.

“Yep. Your stuck with me now.”--Buddy

Whirl pats Buddy on the helm as she looks over at Megatron.

He still has his servo in hers, still smiling.

Many of the Lost Lighters were overjoyed to keep Buddy with them.

There is a celebration at Swerve’s for Buddy officially joining the crew.

It lasts for a couple of days.

There was a lot of laughter and tears shared.

Buddy had never felt so loved as at that moment.

A bit later Buddy heads off to the med bay with Ratchet.

Since she was going to be staying permanently in a different universe, they wanted to make sure that Buddy’s frame could stand the adjustment.

Thankfully all scans prove that it was possible for Buddy to stay in this universe, with some framing modifications and internal work done, it was entirely possible.

The next few days are filled with Buddy going in and out of the labs and med bay.

The crew is giving their support in any way they can.

Megatron is by her side whenever he can.

Thankfully it’s more time since Rodimus and Magnus agreed to let him take some time to be with her.

There is another celebration at Swerve’s when Buddy comes in with their new frame.

Whirl twitching his claws.

“Urgh! When is Buddy coming? It’s been ages already!”--Whirl

“We need to be patient Whirl; Buddy is already trying her hardest to adapt to everything on the ship. We can’t rush everything.”--Rung

“That still doesn’t explain why she’s—”--Whirl

Buddy walks into Swerve’s with her new frame with Megatron and Ratchet by her side.

“Hi… how do I look?”--Buddy

Skids comes by and pats Buddy on the back.

“Looking sharp Buddy!”--Skids

Rodimus places her a Rodimus star for ‘Being the best Buddy’.

Many more crew members come over to see the new frame design.

But it’s not all fun and games.

Buddy gets her own habsuite a little away from Megatron’s.

He lost count of the number of times he had nearly torn down the door when she woke up screaming.

Ravage now sleeps close to Buddy offering comfort from the nightmares.

Buddy takes full advantage of the fact that Rung is willing to see her, not that he would turn her down.

Eventually she feels more comfortable talking with the others about more detailed things about her life in the other universe and what happened on the day she was taken.

“He suddenly started calling me Orion… I tried—tried to tell him it was me…sometimes he would stop for a bit…other times it made him—made him…”--Buddy

Nautica and Velocity sandwich Buddy in a hug as ore tears and hiccups come out.

“Thank you for sharing Buddy. We know this isn’t easy for you to talk about this.”--Rung

Buddy takes a shaky vent and nods.

“I can continue… just give me a nanoclick.”--Buddy

“Take as much time as you need.”—Velocity

Nautica carefully wipes a tear from Buddy’s face.

“We’re here for you.”--Nautica

Many bots offer their support creating a strong support system.

For example…

The minibots extend a servo to bring Buddy into the minibot’s only nights.

Whirl and some other bots create the Buddy protection squad.

Rewind and some other bots offer to fill in on facts and history about this universe.

Magnus nearly cried when he heard Buddy recite a passage in the Autobot code by memory.

Buddy tries to find her place on the ship too.

No longer in command of an army or being Prime’s niece, she had to make a name for herself from scratch.

As it turned out, Buddy took a lot of interest in Rewind’s line of work as an archivist.

“Wait so you’re telling me he just jumped from the roof onto the flyier? Where? Why?!”--Buddy

Rewind shrugs.

“Domey said once that he liked being on the rooftops and would jump, literally, into action when it was needed.”--Rewind

“…Please tell me you have some footage of that.”--Buddy

“…Give me a few minutes.”--Rewind

Other bots are not jealous nope, not at all.

Brainstorm and Perceptor are able to recreate a device to send anyone to Buddy’s original dimension after a couple of months.

But Buddy isn’t touching that thing.

Not just yet.

Not for a while.

Someday… but not today…

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp x platonic reader #idw mtmte #mtmte x reader #mtmte x platonic reader #tfp megatron daughter

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koishiro · 8 months

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# - 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔

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Isagi Yoichi

He’d start off slow, gentle. Isagi would cup your cheek with one hand while he slowly moves his head side to side, trying to get as close to you as possible — wanting to melt into you and become one. He’d want no space between you and would shift his body closer every few minutes while his free hand numbly caresses your thigh.

But he’s adaptable and you know this. He gradually starts to become rougher, more forceful as he lets out small grunts here and there while the hand that was cupping your cheek moves to the back of your head, pushing your faces impossibly closer.

Isagi would even let a few words slip in between kisses; “you taste so good, so good”. He’d start grabbing at whatever flesh he can - even let his hands wander beneath your shirt.

“You’re so good to me baby, God, I can’t get enough”

Itoshi Sae

Itoshi would be a romantic, he would take his time and if you try and speed the kiss up he’d hold your face in his hands to keep you in place - he’s in no rush when it comes to you so let him take his time.

He’d definitely groan into the kiss when you wrap your arms around his neck and run your fingers through his hair. Just the sight of you trying to lean up as much as you can is enough to give into your desires.

When the kiss gets more forceful he’ll start acting more desperate in a way - grabbing at anything be can, pulling you closer by your waist, anything. And he’s most definitely a neck kisser, nipping, licking and sucking on your neck just to get a rise out of you along with a few teasing words of course.

“What’s the rush baby? Lemme take my time with you, we have all night don’t we?”

Nagi Seishiro

Nagi’s a lazy kisser, like Sei he takes his time. He’d be sat down leaning against the couch with his arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you in place while the other rests on your lap or thigh. He’d have a dreamy smile on his face, sometimes opening his eyes to see your own face before returning his attention to the kiss.

Nagi would hum and pull you closer with his arm not bothering with words since hey waste too much energy. He’d pull away at times to move his face in a different position but if you pull away Nagi will follow you - chasing your lips for more.

He’s easily drunk on your kisses, especially with the way you run your hands through his hair, combing and massaging his scalp while you give him your undivided attention.

“Mm come back, where r’you goin’, wanna kiss s’more”

Itoshi Rin

This boy is known to have self control yet all of this goes down the drain when he’s with you - he loses himself in your kisses, mind numb and heart throbbing. He’d push you up against any surface possible to trap you and devour you whether that be the kitchen counter, couch or wall.

Rin would make animalistic growls almost, as if he’s hinting down his prey. He’d roughly grab yours hips or ass, sometimes lifting you to wrap your legs around him in order to get as close as physically possible.

It would be as if he was transported to another world by the way he was losing himself as if on autopilot, not caring about anything else in that moment. It’s almost a stress reliever for him.

“You like this huh? You like me being rough? Wan’ me show you what else we could do?”

Bachira Meguru

Bachira is very. . . enthusiastic. He’s also very greedy when it comes to your kisses, always wanting more. Like Nagi, if you pull away Bachira will chase you down until you’re connected once more.

Because he’s so enthusiastic, energetic and greedy he’ll be a messy kisser; quite rough and sloppy and seems like he’s in a rush as if he’d die if he wasn’t attached to you at all times.

Bachira is is very vocal when it comes to this as well, whimpering and releasing light moans while he tells you how good you feel (which is barely audible considering how hard he’s kissing you)

“Gimme more - no don’t pull away, one more c’mon, jus’ one more kiss I promise”

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

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neoyuno · 1 year

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No Biting ♡ J.WW (M)

Wonwoo is tired after a long week of working on the preparations for Svt’s new tour and finds comfort on you—literally; or, wonu is obsessed with you and your boobies.

Pairing | Idol!Wonwoo♡Producer!Reader

Genre | Comedy, Romance, Smut (unprotected sex(mentions of birth control), breast play + him being needy abt it, dirty talk, switch!wonwoo, switch!reader, choking,saliva play?(i still don’t know how to label this, but sex too good they drooling…), riding, lots of kissing, praising, petname usage.)

Word Count |4.2K

Reading time | 21 mins

Warnings: repost cause tumblr's a bitch. usage of curse words,afab fem reader. reader is not an idol, but a world-famous producer/performer and wonwoo’s long time celebrity crush—and now girlfriend. this is an adaptation of another fic of mine, it was modified to fit wonu!

Wonwoo wandered around the building in search of a specific person—his lovely girlfriend. After a long day of dance practice and concert coordination, he wanted nothing more than lay in your arms and cuddle you. The building was engraved in his mind by perfection, having met you here a few years back, he always found himself wandering these same hallways and taking the same route to see you sitting at your console deep in thought while you worked on your music.

This time was no different, except he was officially yours now—much to his surprise.

After pining after you silently for months, he was surprised when you confessed your feelings for him.

“I know you like me, Wonwoo.” You said and a panicked expression washed all over his face. Who must’ve been the traitor who told you?!

“I’m tired of waiting for you to ask me out, so I decided to do it myself because I honestly cannot stop thinking about you day and night. It is driving me nuts. Especially cause every time I think you’ll confess, you just backtrack.” You rambled on and on—while he couldn’t yet comprehend if you were angry, disgusted, or all of the above.

“Wonwoo, I’m talking to you.” He looked up to see your head slightly angled and the cutest pout on your face.

“I- I am so sorry! I didn’t want you to know, cause I really value our friendship and now I ruined it-“

“What?” You cut him off, thrown off by his response. What the hell was he on about?

“What?” Wonwoo asked softly, honestly confused and very much nervous.

“Wonwoo, I like you too.” The soft gasp that left his lips made you giggle, but you held it in. “As a matter of fact, I am sure I am in love with you.”

“Uh-” As if his brain malfunctioned, all of the planned scenarios that would play in his mind about the day he confessed were blurry.

“Oh my God.” You gasped, hands sweaty. “Am I wrong? I misjudged, didn’t I?”

“Oh my God… you don’t like me, do you? This is so embarrassing.” You stood up after running your hands through your hair in clear despair. “I just told you I’m in love with you and you don’t even like me. I thought you- oh my God, how could I be so stupid. I am-“ as you rambled you hadn’t noticed that the man has stood up from the sofa as well.

A sudden rush of confidence shoot through his body as he saw you stressing out—the only thing he could do was shush you, with his lips.

Wonwoo felt you gasp, your body stiff before he felt your melt into his arms with a soft loving sigh, like in the movies. One of his hands laid softly on your cheek, confirming that this was indeed happening—his hear skipping a beat when you grabbed unto his biceps as if he was going to disappear if you didn’t.

As you separated to catch a breath, your face felt warm at the sight of his gaze on you. You had never seen anyone look at you like this before. Not past lover, not fans, not anyone—only him.

“I love you, too.”

He entered the studio to see you sitting down at the mixer, eyeglasses on and messy hair.

“Hi baby, are you still working?” He asked and kissed your head before grabbing a chair to sit next to you.

“Yes, sweetie. I am having a bit of trouble with this song. I can’t remove this weird rumble from this track, I might need to replace those mics already.” You said and pressed play again on the small clip. “I might need to re-record this.”

“Who’s track is it?” He asked and leaned to look at the monitor, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Yours.” He whined playfully and hugged you tight.

“Should I get in there now?” he asked pouting and you reached back to pet his hair.

“You don’t have to record right now, baby. We can hook you up in the studio at home. It’s just this minute-long track, so don’t worry too much.”

“Okay~~” you felt his lips touch your neck and his hands moved dangerously close to your underboob. “Soo, can we go home? I want to cuddle…”

“Not yet, love. I still need to work on this song.” You shivered when his fingers softly massaged your breasts. “Wonwoo…”

“Hmm?” He kissed your neck repeatedly, the cold rim of his glasses bumping on your skin.

“Wonwoo, stop that. I am working.”

“But, baby… they are so soft,” he squeezed. “So pretty…”

“Wonwoo.” You warned again.

“Ugh, please…” he pouted again and turned your chair to face him. “You’re just like Jihoon. Take a break, you work too hard.”

“Dude, what’s up with you today?” You asked getting a little confused at his clinginess when you needed to work—but it secretly made you melt. To be honest, you did need a break but you were too stubborn.

“I missed you.” He cupped your face and kissed you a couple of times. “Also, don’t call me‘dude’. I’m your boyfriend.” you chuckled at the last bit.

“Nonu, you are staying at my house. We see each other every day.”

“Okay, that’s still not enough.” He pouted and kissed your lips again.

“Not enough? What else could we do?” You giggled and he hummed.

“Lemme move in with you…”

“Wonwoo, you live in Seoul… I live in LA…” you stared at him with an unamused expression.

“So? I’ll move here.” He shrugged.

“Yeah? What about your career?”

“I’ll quit being an idol and become your house-husband.” He smiled cheekily and kissed you again. “I’ll even take cooking classes for you.”

“Will you wait for me at home wearing sexy lingerie?” You joked but he blushed.

“I-uhm…” Wonwoo stuttered and a deep blush covered his face and neck.

“I’m just kidding,” you smirked and pecked his lips before turning back around to face your computer.

“Hmm” he sighed loudly and tried turning you around but you locked your feet on the chair base. “Hmm..” he kept on sighing and leaning his cheek on your shoulder.

“Wonwoo, I’m gonna kick you out and make you wait in the car.”

“Let’s just cuddle for 5 minutes.” He said. “You need a break! I’m your boyfriend, I have to take care of you.”

You sighed and turned around. His cute face always lets him get away with anything he wanted, it’s like he bewitches you into saying yes. To be honest, you are just too in love with him to deny him any love—and he needs lots of it. All the time—even if he doesn’t directly tells you so.

“Fine, just 5 minutes, Jeon.” He did a happy dance and dragged you to the sofa.

“You are so warm and cuddly. I love you, my little teddy bear.” He kissed you all over the face and hugged you tight while you groaned jokingly.

“How was today, baby?” You asked after he settled down.

“Tiring, we had some fittings and also dance practice.” He said.

“You work too hard, love.” You hummed and kissed his lips.

“Can I lay on your chest?” He whispered bashfully and you chuckled.

“Of course, beautiful.” He blushed at the petname and settled his face between your boobs, the side of his head laying on one of the plush mounds.

“So soft…” he sighed, his cheek smushed against your boob and his glasses slightly slanted.

“Are you okay, hun?” You asked while stroking his hair.

“Yeah, I’m just very tired and stressed. I’ve been having a very bad shoulder ache for the past few days too.”

“Awe, baby, why hadn’t you said anything? I’ll give you a new pillow tonight. Let me give you a massage.” You said and kissed his head, ready to flip him over.

“No, angel, it’s okay. But I know something that will help me with my stress.” He smirked cutely at you and you felt his hands lift your shirt up.

“Wonwoo.” You scolded but he whined. “Ugh, fine… just cause you’re too cute, but just that and nothing more. Woozi and I have a session tomorrow morning and I can’t have a filthy sofa in my studio.”

Wonwoo moved to hover over your body, kissing your lips before moving back to pull down your shirt.

“Hmm, so pretty.” He whispered and kissed you again. “You’re so beautiful.”

You looked up at him, his eyes staring down at you. You reached up to pull him by the neck, clashing your lips unto his. Your glasses clinked as they crashed with his.

His lips engulfed yours perfectly as you sighed lovingly, making him smile. He absolutely loved hearing your love sighs, they made his heart flutter. Ever since he first kissed you and you sighed, he was hooked—he already was, but he knew he was done for when he heard the pretty sound.

“Let me take this off…” his fingers worked to unclasp your bra from the front, your breasts springing free once the last clasp was undone.

You watched intently as he licked his lips, before dipping in. His mouth automatically latched to your nipple while his hands pressed your boobs together.

“Mmm…” he hummed against your skin.

He closed his eyes and his eyebrows knitted up while he sucked on your chest. You couldn’t help but stare at his hollowed cheeks swallowing your nipples.

“So squishy…” he groaned before poking his tongue to play with your glistening buds. He alternated between teasing one and the other.

His hands squeezed your boobs again before his thumb and index finger moved to pinch your nipples. Twisting and tugging, he got them to be hard and blushed.

You just laid there, staring down at him mesmerized by your tits. He was absolutely obsessed with your boobs. Whenever he was stressed he would just come to you and start sighing loudly until you caught on and he eventually ended up under your shirt choking on your boobs.

A hard tug on your nipple made you snap out of your thoughts when you felt a slight pain. Teeth. He had bitten you.

“Wonwoo.No biting.”

“I’m sorry, angel. I couldn’t help it.” He whispered and kissed the skin he had bit.

You stared as he poked out his tongue again, licking your areolas in circular motions, before licking your nipples. His strong hands kept kneading your breasts and you couldn’t help but bite your lip.

His mouth suddenly sucked both nipples at the same time when he pressed your tits together, making you gasp a little.

“Are you okay, baby? Did that hurt?” He asked worried, lifting his face up, the corners of his mouth glistened with his own saliva and you couldn’t help but giggle. “What’s so funny?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“I was just thinking about how shy you were when we first met and look at you right now.” You smirked playfully before pushing the bridge of his glasses.

“Look who’s talking. The girl that went from teasing me because I liked her to begging formy dick.” He replied and you scoffed in surprise, this was the first time he replied back at your teasings. His usual blush and whine, gone.

“As if! I don’t beg!” You smacked his arm playfully.

“It’s okay, don’t be shy. We all know you love it.” He argued and hovered your body, his face now leveled to yours. Wonwoo couldn’t help but stop and admire you. Messy hair against, your flushed skin, plus your cute specs resting on the bridge of your nose—it was just such a sight to see.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” You whispered, the fact that you had your whole chest out was long forgotten.

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”

“I don’t look pretty right now.” You said.

“You look gorgeous. You always do.” Your heart skipped a beat when his lips pressed on yours tenderly. It was crazy how Wonwoo made you feel. No one had ever made you feel as loved as he did. Sure, you had many people calling you beautiful, praising you, and showing their love for you, but the sparkle in his eyes whenever he looked at you made you feel like the most special person on earth—and to him, you were.

“Let’s go home.” You whispered against his lips and he nodded.

You both stood up and he gather your belongings while you turned off all studio equipment. Just as you were about to open the door he yanked you by the arm.

“What happened?” You asked.

“Your… let me put it back on.” He said bashfully as he blushed and reached to clasp your bra on and lift your shirt back up.

“Oh my God… I was about to leave with my tits out?!” You hide your face on his chest. “This is your fault.”

“Okay, I actually take blame for this. I had forgotten to pull your shirt back up.” He smiled cutely.

“Shh, be quiet.” You whispered as you entered your house, Wonwoo practically clinging to you as he tried to kiss your neck.

“They are all asleep, they can’t hear, so don’t worry…” he replied and locked the front door before removing his shoes and running after you to your room.

Wonwoo closed the door and locked it. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, as you changed into your satin nightdress. He reached to press the small device on the wall, turning on the soundproof system.

“Really, Wonwoo?” You deadpanned.

“Hey, you get loud sometimes.” He said and removed his shirt, tossing it in the basket by the closet’s entrance.

“And who said we are having sex?” You teased. “Plus, the loud one here is you.”

And it was true, whenever you pleasured him, it was like he couldn’t control any of his senses. Loud groans and deep moans would fill the room every single time.

“Hmm… then why did we come home?” He dropped his sweats and tossed them where his shirt was. You tried your best not to stare at him much—the sight of his toned body in only his black tight underwear was absolutely knee-dropping.

“Because you were right. I need a break.” You said and put your glasses back on, ready to read a bit.

“What are you reading, then?” He asked and grabbed his towel.

“My new mixing console’s manual…” you replied.

“Babe, you need to stop. Watch some t.v or something. You worked all day.” He passed you the remote control for the t.v after pressing the button for it to come down from his hiding place in the ceiling. He loved reading with you, but he hated when you would revolve your whole day around work.

“And don’t watch any music-related videos. You can do all that tomorrow.” He kissed your forehead and you groaned.

“Fine.” You huffed and looked for something to watch.

“I’ll be back, I’m just going to take a shower.” He said and saw your pouty face. “Give me a kiss.” He leaned in.

“No.” You huffed again.

“Fine.” He was about to leave for the bathroom when you grabbed his farm.

“Okay, come back! Just one kiss.” You smooched his lips and he smiled widely.

“I love you, my grumpy baby.” He chuckled and left to shower.

Wonwoo came back to see you laughing at a comedy movie you found on Netflix. He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your laugh. He was deeply and madly in love with you.

You felt the bed dip on his side, making you turn your head for a second.

“You smell good.” You said while staring are the screen.

“Hmm, thanks?” He chuckled and leaned closer to you.

Wonwoo stared at your bare shoulders and then down to your chest. The satin fabric was thin enough to let him see that your nipples were still hardened from before. You felt his lips press on your shoulder, slowly moving up your neck.

His hand moved to cup your boobs, massaging them.

“I shall continue where I left off…” he said before pulling the straps of your nightdress down, revealing your breasts.

His mouth quickly attached to your nipples as he laid his head on your lap. Wonwoo’s tongue worked around your nipples and occasionally sucked them in.

You clicked your tongue and shook your head when you looked down at him. He was like a baby, his mouth latched on your left breast and his hand kneaded the other while his eyes were closed.

“What would your fans say if they found out their sweet little Wonwoo is obsessed with sucking boobs?” You asked and ran your finger through his hair as he opened his eyes.

“I’m not obsessed with sucking boobs…” he said after pulling on your nipple and lapping it after. “I’m obsessed with suckingyour boobs. There’s a difference.”

“What happened to mysweet shyWonwoo?” You fake cried and he chuckled. “Who is this pervert, huh?”

“Me? A pervert?” He rested on his hand to be at your eye level and feigned offense. “What would your fans think if they knew their sweet ____ was obsessed with my dick?”

“Babe… I write songs about sex. Everybody knows I love dick,they just don’t know who’s.” You rolled your eyes and he laughed before pecking your lips.

“You look so cute with your glasses on…” he smiled and kissed you again.

“Yeah?” He hummed in response and kissed down your neck.

“Aren’t you tired?” You asked as you stroked his hair.

“Yeah… but you look too good…” he bit your collarbone and kissed it after.

“Lay back.” You said and he immediately did as you said.

Wonwoo laid back on the plush new pillows you had brought out for him. As you straddled his lap, you reached down to completely remove your nightdress, his hands quickly holding your waist and sliding down to your ass.

“How did I get so lucky?” He whispered and you giggled while grinding down on him.

“You were too perfect not to fall in love with.” You leaned down to kiss his lips and he grabbed your face to deepen the kiss.

“I love you so much,” Wonwoo said and hissed when you pressed further down on his crotch.

“I love you more.”

You kissed down his torso until you got the waistband of his underwear, which you removed quickly and tossed to the side before removing your own. Reaching over to the nightstand, you dimmed the lights and turned on the starry ceiling lights, and then placed his and your glasses on the nightstand.

The lighting change made his eyes look like they contained the stars and the whole universe—and they really did (for you).

“Do you want to use a condom?” You asked as you leaned down to kiss his neck. “I’m on the pill.”

“I want to feel all of you…” he replied and you smirked.

The man beneath you shuddered when he felt your hand touch his sensitive erection. “Why are you always so horny?” You teased and he kissed your lips.

“How can I not, when I have the sexiest woman in the whole world as my girlfriend?” He whispered.

“Oh yeah? I’m the sexiest?” He hummed in agreement. “Mmm, that feels so good.” You moaned when his hand came down to grab his length and teased your entrance with the tip.

You slowly sank onto his cock, the size filling you up in a delicious stretch as you both moaned in unison.

“You feel so good, love.” He groaned, caressing your back as you waited to adjust to his cock.

Your knees supported you as you bounced on his lap slowly and your hands rested on his hard chest. Goosebumps arose on your skin as he caressed your body ever so softly.

“Ah! Mmm, Nonu…” he grunted at the sound of his name leaving your lips in that way.

He absolutely loved it when you called him that, given that not everyone calls him that, it makes it even more special.

“If you get tired, tell me, kitten.” He husked and you felt warm at the mention of that damned petname.

“Stop…” you breathed out sheepishly, which was cut short into a moan.

“Stop what,kitten?” He smirked and bit his lip for a second before groaning loudly as your center engulfed him tightly.

“Stop calling me that.” His hands grabbed your hips sternly and his hips pushed forward. “Fuck! Won- ah!” His hips remained thrusting up, your mouth hanging open at the feeling.

“Such a good kitten, aren’t you, baby?” He growled and wiped the small trail of drool falling past your lips. “You look so pretty like that… hmm…”

“Is it that good that it’s got you drool- hng-“ his voice was cut short when your hands were placed on his neck, softly pressing on his throat.

“What was that, sweetheart?” His eyes were closed and mouth open in a smirk.

He enjoyed every second of your hands cutting his oxygen, the rush made him ever hornier. Plus, he loved feeling your small hands on his neck, it was thick enough for you to need both hands to choke him.

“S’good…” he choked out as one of your hands left his throat to swipe out a little bit of drool from the corner of his mouth.

“Look who’s drooling now… pussy too good?” You teased.

Wonwoo couldn’t do much but hum and moan when you leaned down to bite his lower lip. His hand moved to grasp at yours that was on his neck, giving you the signal to stop. You removed your hands and he inhaled sharply, in need of oxygen.

“Don’t- fuck!” He whimpered when he felt your walls clench around his shaft.

“Don’t what, baby?” Your hands took place by each side of his head, making your tits bounce close to his face. “Kitten ate your tongue?”

“Oh, God!” You wiped a bit of sweat on his forehead with your fingers and quickened the pace your hips were snapping to. “Kiss me, please.”

As you leaned down to do so, he took advantage of your hands not having any support, and flipped you over by the waist. His mouth was attached to yours still, flicking his tongue on your lips.

“Fuck, Wonwoo!” You screamed against his lips. Your boyfriend’s hips slammed into you rapidly.

“Do you want to get me to lose my voice again? Huh?” He grunted as you moaned louder—reminding you of the last time you choked him, he had lost his voice and got in trouble.

“As if you don’t like it…” you smirked but a sharp thrust made your smirk fade into a whine.

“You’re right. I don’t like it…I fucking love it.” Wonwoo kissed your jaw and down your neck until he reached his favorite spot—your shoulder blade, where he sunk his teeth to leave a mark. “Shit-“

“Stop biting!” Your fingernails dug into his back and his head fell to your chest, his hands gripping at your tits and mouth sucking your sensitive buds.

“I’m so close, baby…” you cried out after a few seconds.

“I’m close too, kitten. Fuck, you feel too good.” He shut his eyes again and bit the skin of your breasts, coming up to kiss you after.

“You’re so beautiful, angel.” He murmured against your cheek, yet in your ears, it sounded like he was far away.

“Mmm, Nonu-“ your toes curled up once you wrapped your legs around his torso to feel him deeper.

“Let go, sweetheart.” He rasped and you did as he said with a loud moan.

You felt yourself dissolve into the pleasure he was giving you. A ringing noise filled your ears mixed with the faint sound of Wonwoo’s deep moans, while you could feel his cock pulsating inside you as he came.

The weight of his body soon fell upon yours, but it just felt like the warmest hug ever.

“I love you,” he repeated countless times as he kissed all over your skin.

“Don’t move,” you whined. “Just hug me.”

“Of course, pretty.” He circled his arms around your waist and rolled you over to lay on his chest, where you stayed for a couple of minutes, listening to his heartbeat.

“Don’t your shoulders hurt, baby?” You asked, remembering the muscle pain he voiced out earlier.

“Mmm, yeah… but you make me feel better.” He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“Do you want to take a shower again?” You asked and he only laughed. “I’ll give you a massage if you wash my hair.”

“You don’t need to bargain with me, you know I’d do anything for you for free.” He said and sat up, bringing you up with him. “So… about moving in with you…”

NEOYUNO 2022

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erosdsire · 9 months

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— T-shirt ! Spencer Reid x reader

| Summary: in which you listen to him {422 words}

| warnings: 18+! Mention of being a parent and potentially having a baby

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Your hand makes its way under his shirt, craving the warmth, the contact. It was somehow more calming, more therapeutic to be up against him like you were. You place another kiss against his neck, your hand still wandering his skin.

“Do you want it off?” Spencer asks. “I can take it off if you want me to, it’s not a big deal.” He rushes out.

You laugh, finding his awkwardness to be cute. “You don’t have to, lovey. It’s just nice to be closer to you, you know?”

He moves to throw his shirt over his head, throwing it across the room somewhere. “Do you know why?” he asks, turning to look at where the shirt had landed.

“No, why?” you say. His eyes stay fixated on the shirt as he opens his mouth to answer you. You roll your eyes and laugh. “Go pick it up, Spence. I know you like it clean in here.”

He smiles at you as he gets off the bed. “It releases something called oxytocin. It can be called ‘the cuddle hormone’,” he starts as he puts the shirt in the clothes hamper. “Because it promotes bonding. It also releases endorphins, which boost your overall mood.”

You notice the spark in his eye as he continues to talk, getting more and more excited as he does so. “This is part of the reason parents do skin-to-skin with newborn babies. It helps calm and relax them both. Particularly the mother and baby.”

“Really?” you ask, moving over so he could crawl back into bed with you.

Spencer nods. “It also helps the baby adapt to life outside the womb.”

You hum in response, watching his eyes dart to the side as he talks to you, too nervous to maintain eye contact. “That’s cool, I guess.”

He smiles at you. “Thanks for listening.”

You raise a brow. “What do you mean?”

“Not many people do that with me. You always do, though. So, thank you for that.”

You rub a hand down his arm, leaning into his chest. “Of course, my sweet boy. Always will.”

Your mind starts to wander, and you can’t help but picture him with a baby on his chest, his hand over their back to hold them closer. You smile, admiring the distant view. “What’s got you so happy?” he asks.

“Do you think we could have a baby some day?”

He thinks for a moment. “Yeah, maybe.”

You lift your head to face him better. “Maybe?”

Spencer smiles at your antics. “Definitely.”

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pocketjoong · 11 months

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❥𓂃𓏧THE RING prologue! masterlist

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS) Five years ago, the seas became unruly; there were waves large enough to drown islands, storms deadly enough to destroy anything, and monsters big enough to swallow ships. Everyone avoided the waters, never daring to stray too far from the shores. People had adapted to this lifestyle, but things changed for the worse. A report of dark mist swallowing islands and killing everything in its path was made. No one knew what it was. Everyone dreaded it, praying that it wouldn’t reach their islands. Around the same time, things changed for your family as well.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) merman!seonghwa x fem!reader; pirate!hongjoong x fem!reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) violence. swearing. eventual smut. angst.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 1k

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (NOTES) I always enjoy feedback, reviews, and asks so don't hesitate to comment/send an ask! It is here! The prologue to The Ring! Since it is still Yeosang Day where I live, this is my contribution to celebrating our irl manhwa prince's birthday. I wanted it to be a little longer but decided that the time skip would be better suited for chapter 1, and I also wanted to let Yeosang shine here, especially because it's his birthday. Anyways, do send an ask to be added to the taglist if you are interested!

It took just one storm to change the world.

Three hundred nautical miles off the coast of Crestshore, you stand on the upper deck of your father’s ship, Fougueux, regarding the horizon. Suddenly, you spot dark clouds that are approaching at a rapid pace. You love storms, but only when you’re on land. Storms bring a sense of peace to the capital of the kingdom of Sirelia, and the aftermath of the storm is stunning. Everything looks like it has been reborn once the storm passes. But on the sea, storms mean nothing but trouble. As you watch this particular storm building quickly, you feel a chill of apprehension deep in your bones, like something is going to happen. This storm is angrier and far stronger than any you have ever seen, and you have seen multiple storms during the thirteen years of your life.

Heavy footsteps approach from behind; the purposeful strides and confident gait of your father cause you to turn around. He, too, is watching the horizon with a frown that mars his usually kind and peaceful disposition.

“You should take shelter in the Captain’s quarters,” he tells you softly, placing a hand on your shoulder and gently guiding you to the aft of the ship.

As you walk down the deck, you can’t get rid of the tingle that runs down your spine, an urgency you can’t seem to find the reason for. As the now rough waves spray you with salty water, a feeble voice cuts through the roar of the angry sea. The voice, though exhausted, carries a musicality that nestles into the deepest reaches of your heart and causes you to break away from your father.

“Y/N!”

You ignore his urgent call and grip the mahogany bannister tightly to keep your balance. You fight against the waves battering your small frame and peek at the waters beneath, only to gasp in horror. Another wave batters against the ship with an aggression that makes you feel as if the waves want to clutch at your dress and drag you down into the ocean. You choke on the salty water but manage to catch sight of the wooden raft and the body of a young boy. He seems older than you, but not by much.

“There– there’s a person,” your words are airy, and you're trembling from head to foot. It is a miracle that your father hears you and rushes into action.

Soon they have the male on deck and in the Captain’s Quarters, where you had been escorted to while the others worked to save the boy you had spotted. Now that you can see him clearly, you let your eyes wander along his frame, taking in every bit of his person. Hugging the blanket closer to yourself, you take in the way the pink strands of hair frame his face despite being sopping wet, like the silken fabric clinging to his frame, tarnished by whatever tragedy this young male had faced. Despite the frayed and ripped edges, you can tell that the fabric is expensive, for it has a shine that puts even the silk exported by your kingdom—known for being the best fabric in the world—to shame.

As you let your eyes follow the high angle of his cheekbones and the delicate elegance of his person, you realise that bruises and scrapes dot his skin. Worried, you approach the unconscious male gently and press two fingers to the pulse point on his neck, just like your tutor had shown you. You’re relieved to feel the faint ebb of blood beneath his skin and release a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you note that there doesn’t seem to be any heavy bleeding.

That night, much after the storm has passed and the healer has tended to the young boy’s injuries, you find yourself by his side, unable to sleep a wink. As you look at the sea from the small window in the cabin, a sense of dread settles in your bones. Something is wrong with the sea, you can’t exactly tell what it is, but there’s a dangerous undercurrent that wasn’t there before.

You hear a weak groan and whip your head towards the boy, only to catch his eyes fluttering open. He gasps for breath and tries to get up, but you press a firm yet gentle hand to his shoulder, urging him to lie back down.

“The healer said you must not move for at least a few days, your ribs are bruised, and you have many other injuries,” you speak in a tone that seems far more mature than what the boy would have expected from a girl your age, and he is surprised. Somehow, you remind him of his friend from back home.

“H-how long was I out?” His voice is slightly raspy from disuse and probably also due to the salty water he had gulped down when he was drowning.

“I’m not sure,” you tell him honestly. “You were unconscious when we fished you out of the sea. Do you want some water?” You add as an afterthought.

The boy nods thankfully, and you bring a glass to his lips, helping him swallow some.

“Where am I?” the boy asks. “And… who are you?”

“You’re onboard Fougueux, and we’re sailing towards the Kingdom of Sirelia,” you answer in a softer tone. “I’m Y/N. And you are…?”

“Yeosang.”

You nod. Finally, you have a name for the pink-haired boy, you are glad that he at least remembered things about himself. The healer had been worried about the possibility that he would suffer from memory loss.

“How did you get here? And where are you from?” you finally ask. You have been curious about it for a while now.

“I don’t remember,” Yeosang mumbles after a while. “The last thing I remember is the storm and huge waves.”

Oh dear, looks like the healer was right, you sigh.

You send him a small smile, though, “That’s okay. You’re safe here, Yeosang. Now, you should get some more rest. I’ll inform the healer that you have woken up and will be back with something for you to eat, you must be famished.”

Yeosang's stomach growls at the prospect of food, and you giggle at the redding of his ears.

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muffinsin · 4 months

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I like that hurt/comfort 👀 anon, but how about there being hurt with no comfort; the sisters s/o ends up dying in that Lycan attack, what would the sisters do/feel?

-rambunctious Anon

Very interesting ask!👀 (also I believe I’ve got another request of yours- a bit older by now- regarding dom Cassandra breeding somewhere in my drafts XD).

(Comfort/ alive s/o vers. HERE)

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Bela

When she rushes towards the main hall and finds your body limp on the floor, her golden eyes widen immediately

It takes her no time to clear the area of the lycans, and immediately she swarms to you

Holding your limp body in her arms, she checks for a heartbeat, a pulse, yet finds none

She can’t believe it

She feels nothing at all. She can’t cope with it. She won’t even look at you. She can’t.

Golden eyes turn almost hazy when she drops you to the floor and keeps hunting

When her sisters dare approach her about this once the castle is cleared, having found your body, she ignores them

She can’t cope with it. She won’t

She’s stuck in an antagonizing feeling of numbness

She should’ve been there. Should’ve been faster. Should’ve saved you

She knows well what happened, but can’t allow herself to think about it or feel it just yet

This goes on for days, until her bubble bursts. She misses you. She can’t pretend it didn’t happen anymore, either, like you didn’t exist. No matter how hard she tries

She finds your grave, a custom one just for you, at night

Bela cries. She can’t stop now that she feels it

She cries and cries, feels anger and pain, sadness and hurt

When morning comes, she is still sobbing on her knees

She regrets not holding you close. She regrets not being there when you’re buried. She regrets not being good enough to save you

She won’t ever forgive herself for this

Foolishly, she believes she can fix this

The cadou has helped her, and so it will help you!

She’s eager, digging through dirt with bare hands and resisting the urge to gag as she pulls you from your grave

Cassandra is made to infect you along with the usual maidens. She does this, for her sister

Unsurprisingly, it has no effect. The cadou cannot revive, Bela should know this

She demands Cassandra to retry

She demands Mother to give her an explanation

At last, all she can do is cry yet again

She feels alone, lost, helpless without you. A part of her wishes she had never fallen in love with you. She misses you so much

Despite not reaching out for help, the only time she feels stable is when her mother is with her. She becomes exceptionally clingy,

Bela also overworks herself. She tries to keep busy, yet at night she cries herself into exhaustion

At last, she is moved into her mother’s chambers. She can only rest with protective arms wrapped around her, assuring her it was not her fault

Bela also adapts something of a quite severe separation anxiety towards her family members

What if she loses them too?

She feels sick without any of them near

Daniela enjoys the company as she reads, even strokes Bela’s hair upon noticing her distress whenever she comes to find her. The blonde always takes a few minutes to assure herself Daniela is alright, checking her youngest sister for wounds and such. Daniela lets her

Cassandra teaches Bela how she rules things in the dungeon. She shows to be more mature, as if pushed into the role of the responsible one for the time being

Bela is thankful for this, silently. She couldn’t take handling her sisters on top of everything

Cassandra doesn’t mind the constant check ups, although at times throws her sister out of her room when she just wants time to herself and Bela keeps checking on her

Although she is unhappy about being checked for injuries over and over again as if she couldn’t take care of herself, she allows her older sister to do so. She knows it brings Bela comfort

Alcina takes to working with Bela dozed off in a corner of her room, or rested against her thigh. She occasionally pats her hair and praises her for retrieving papers for her. Bela won’t admit it out loud, although it’s not needed: her mother knows in this time her eldest craves company and safety

Still, she likes to push herself. She trains harder than ever. She prays you see her. She wants to show you she is strong. That you can come back to her and she will not fail to save you again

Cassandra

Cassandra is rendered speechless when she hears you’ve passed

She thought she did everything right

She saved you. She tended to your wounds as best as she could to stop the bleeding

All you needed to do was hang on a little longer

She was going to save you. It was going to be okay!!

By the time she finally makes it to medical equipment, she can’t find a pulse any longer

She presses her head to your unmoving chest, eyes wide and desperate

She doesn’t say a word when she can’t find one

She can’t move for several minutes

She has no idea how to cope with this- you’re gone? It can’t be!

Sadness doesn’t hit her at first- anger does. An emotion she is well accustomed to

She screams, loud and raw everybody in the castle hears it and shakes from it

She screams, and angry tears stream down her bloody cheeks. She feels them at the corner of her lips, tastes their salty taste in her mouth

Nails dig into your lifeless body as she screams at you to wake up. She’s desperate to hear your voice

You won’t awaken, and you won’t talk

The room is trashed soon enough, furniture cut and thrown, sheets and curtains sliced. Garments and fabrics on the floor, vases broken

Any maiden unlucky enough to enter is sliced to bits, even her sisters are not safe from the middle daughters rage

Bela gets away with a cut across her right eyebrow, Daniela with a sliced open left arm when they attempt to calm their sister down

However, there is no calming Cassandra. She is loose now and cannot catch herself

She’s always been in the eye of the hurricane as long as she’s had you. Your absence has her feel the bitingly cold air swirling around her, lifting and dragging her away

After hours and hours, anger subsides. Sadness fills her. Dread

She cries against your chest. She begs you to awaken. You don’t shift

Depression and regret hits her hard

She should have been faster. Why hasn’t she found you faster?!

Why was she not strong enough to save you?! What did it help her to be the fiercest huntress if she could not slay the intruding lycans before they sunk their filthy claws in you?!

Cassandra, in her anger and frustration, doesn’t realise how hard she digs her own nails in her arm. Blood spills and wets the dark sleeve of her dress

It’s grounding, the pain, and soon she finds herself desperately clawing at herself to calm down, creating wounds all over that sting with every move

She considers opening a window just to feel and focus on something but the pain and your scent

Finding her in this state prompts her mother to attempt to drag her from you

Cassandra refuses; fights to stay at your side. Alcina does not fault her when she feels sharp claws dug into her side. Instead, the mother of three sets her down and tends to her self-inflicted wounds silently

Cassandra will not abandon you again. Had she only been with you when the lycans attacked…

This goes on for many days. She will not leave your side, even to feast or hunt. Her frame grows thinner, her body weaker. Her dress no longer clings to her, but hangs loosely at her shoulders

She doesn’t sleep, and merely eats when her sisters and mother bring her a meal. The blood makes her feel sick. All she can smell is yours. She is familiar with the taste of her vomit when she drinks blood and she can’t help but imagine it’s yours

At last after days and when your body turns black and smells, she departs from your side, coming to her senses

She allows a tombstone, but doesnt have the strength to stay at your funeral

Instead, she watches from her window, dressed in your favorite clothing, holding the pillow your head should have rested on each night

She opts for spending a lot of nights in her sisters’s rooms. She can’t deal with the memory of you, not yet

Daniela

She couldn’t save you?

Daniela blinks. What silly words spurred from her mother’s lips?

She crosses to your lifeless body. Attempts to shake you awake. It’s futile

Daniela twitches for a moment. She’s completely silent as she studies you

You’re dead. No. Yes. No.

She can’t deal with this. She won’t. She can’t

She handles it the only way she can, delusions convincing her it was all okay. She would break, if it wasn’t for them

“Wake up, sleepyhead!”

She giggles as she shakes you, grabbing you and dragging you from the bed you rest on

She doesn’t mind how sleepy you are, she will be sure to cuddle you a lot!

Alcina forbids her other daughters from saying a thing, at first

This grows increasingly more difficult when Daniela’s delusions grow. She takes you with her wherever she goes. Breakfast, the library, lunch, baths, on hunts.

She is inseparable from you even as you begin to rot. Daniela doesn’t mind. She still loves you

Her family grows concerned for her

You sleep in her bed every day, her head rested on your unmoving chest. She always drags your heavy arm around her. You’re just cuddling her, as you always have!

She reads to you, and laughs with you. Laughs at the jokes you “tell”

When Bela attempts to gently push her, she nearly flips

You’re alive! The lycans didn’t get you!, she insists crying

Daniela changes you and scolds you sometimes as your body begins to reek. She still is close to you. She won’t let anybody take you from her

For a while, her delusions keep her from breaking. Days pass, weeks. A month

Daniela’s scream is heard throughout the castle. Two pairs of arms wrap around her as she hyperventilates, golden eyes watering at your decomposing skin

She shakes and cries for hours. Why can’t she help you?!

At this, she can’t help herself no matter how hard she attempts to keep the delusion up

Memories of you and your death flood her mind. Daniela cries and screams, her throat sore and cheeks completely soaked in her own, sweaty tears as she is held tightly by her sisters. They had dreaded the day their precious younger sister woke up from her dream

It takes another week for Daniela to come to terms with what happened, to accept the realness of it

Within this week, it’s up to her family to keep her alive. She can’t eat or drink, bathe or even sleep lest she passes out from her own exhaustion

When she does sleep, night terrors plague her mind. Your body, mangled, broken. You have been taken from her

The smell of your rotting corpse makes her sick

She is never alone, always surrounded by a sister or her mother. Daniela has taken to being extremely clingy with her after a short time of blaming her for not saving you in time

When a funeral is held, Daniela can’t speak. She cries, and must be dragged inside as the temperature drops. She refuses to move from her window

Her sisters surround her at all times

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #rambunctious anon #resident evil village

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joe-mazzello-archive · 2 years

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weekend plans

eddie munson x fem!reader x steve harrington

summary: you and your roommate eddie invite steve to spend the weekend with the two of you…and things take a turn you couldn’t have predicted.

w/c: 7.2k

rating: 18+ mdni or i will personally fight you

warnings: language, drinking games, smuuuuut, threesome, dom/sub dynamics (sub reader), oral (both m and f receiving), fingering, spanking, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP Y’ALL), anal, double penetration, pretty much the whole shebang, i’m sorry I AM A WHORE

a/n: yes i have like ten requests in my inbox and several dying breed bonus scenes to write BUT i feel like it’s about damn time i showed this fandom my sluttiness. also to some of you, this fic may be a little familiar. that’s because i’ve decided to adapt it to my current hyperfixation. heads up that this doesn’t have much steddie in it, it’s mostly the boys focusing on the reader. enjoy sluts <3

also ps thank you @munsonquinns and @thefreak-thebanished for betaing for me <3

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“We’ve failed. We don’t have nearly enough beer,” you declare sarcastically, hand gripping the refrigerator door, your face reflecting the glowing light from inside. You eye the roughly thirty cans of various types of beer evenly lined up along the fridge shelf like perfect little soldiers, primed and ready for a very alcoholic war. You hear Eddie’s chuckle from the living room. “Like holy shit, Munson. Is Steve bringing an entire college fraternity with him or something?”

“I wanted to make sure we’d be stocked for the whole weekend,” Eddie calls out to you. “I didn’t want to have to make a second liquor store run.” You shake your head lovingly as you grab two cans of PBR and close the fridge.

“Well, at this point we might not need to make a run for another month,” you counter, plopping down on the couch next to your roommate and handing him one of the beers. Eddie grabs the beer with a grateful grin and pops it open. “What time is he supposed to get here?”

Eddie glances at his watch. “He said he would be here around one, so probably any moment now,” he replies with a shrug.

You’re ecstatic to see Steve. It’s been way too long since the last time you saw him. Even though you ended up moving to the city with Eddie, your relationship with Steve was arguably the strongest of your Hawkins crew. Steve and you clicked almost instantly when Eddie introduced you a few years back; Steve matches your wit, always keeping you on your toes. You’ve always enjoyed pushing his buttons because you know he’ll push yours right back.

The only downside to Steve coming to visit? He’ll be crashing on the couch.

“If only he could swing for a hotel room,” you quip under your breath, both hoping and not hoping Eddie heard you. Eddie reaching across the couch and giving your thigh a squeeze gives you your answer.

“You’ll survive, sweetheart,” Eddie assures, his voice lowering to that familiar timbre but his focus never wavering from the screen before you.

You force yourself to hold back a whimper at his touch, but his words send a warmth straight to your core.

Your relationship with Eddie has very recently evolved from roommate slash friend to something with a few more...benefits. You know that Steve crashing on the couch means that your escapades are put on hold for the weekend. And you can’t help but be frustrated given how new and exciting the arrangement with Eddie is.

You’re brought out of your wandering thoughts by the sound of two knocks against the door. You leap from your seat, rushing towards the door and earning a chuckle from Eddie. You throw it open to reveal your smiling friend before practically tackling him with a hug. Steve wraps his arms around you in response and lifts, spinning you in a circle in his embrace.

“I’ve missed you, goober,” Steve mumbles against your hair before returning you to the ground.

“Missed you too, bud.” You grab Steve’s forgotten suitcase and pull it inside the apartment, Steve following closely behind.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!” Eddie comments before pulling Steve into a tight hug, the pair gently rocking back and forth in each other’s arms. You shake your head lovingly.

“I can’t believe I have to be the third wheel all weekend,” you tease, crossing your arms and giving a fake pout. Steve lets out a chuckle as he releases Eddie.

“Come on, we both know you’re my favorite,” Steve quips, pinching your cheek.

Hours later, the coffee table is littered with empty beer cans, greasy paper plates, and a pizza box with one lone piece left. The three of you have long abandoned the couch, opting to spread out on the floor around the table. You can’t help but grin as you watch your two favorite boys share a laugh while they reminisce about something that happened back in high school.

You throw back the rest of your third beer of the night, the familiar sense of tipsiness spreading through your body. Your gaze lands on Steve, who’s finishing his beer himself, and your eyes drift down to watch the bob of his throat as he swallows the liquid. Steve has a beautiful neck, you think to yourself. Steve has a beautiful everything, really. He’s always been easy on the eyes, and you’d be lying if you said you haven’t thought about crossing that line with him as well.

Eddie clears his throat, pulling you back to reality. You blink, quickly realizing that you’ve been staring at Steve for probably too long. A quick glance at Eddie confirms your suspicions; he meets your eyes with a knowing smirk. Heat fills your cheeks, though you aren’t sure if you’re embarrassed at the fact that you were staring and were caught, or if it’s because Eddie is the one who caught you.

Steve is none the wiser, however, completely distracted by grabbing the last slice of pizza.

“So what’s the plan for the weekend?” Steve asks between bites of pizza. You throw your head back with a laugh.

“It’s cute that you think this one planned anything ahead of time,” you tease, nodding your head towards Eddie.

“Excuse me!” he counters. “I got the beer! Why should I have to plan out the weekend too?”

“Because you’re the creative one!”

“Okay, okay, you two,” Steve cuts in, his voice booming over you and Eddie’s squabbling and heading straight to your core. Fuck, have you ever heard him talk like that? All you know is you want to hear it again. “No need to fight over little ol’ me. I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”

You take a deep breath, willing your body to cool down.

“I’ve got an idea for right now,” Eddie speaks up, shifting to sit on his knees. “Let’s play dare or drink.” Eddie’s eyes meet yours and that knowing look is back. He’s up to something, and you aren’t sure if you’re excited or nervous. Maybe a bit of both.

“Dare or drink?” Steve clarifies, seemingly intrigued. You roll your eyes and stand, headed for the kitchen.

“It’s Eddie’s version of truth or dare,” you call over your shoulder as you make your way into the kitchen. You grab three more beers, knowing full well that the group would need them for the game. You also know you need another drink if you’re going to survive the night. The boys are making you have...thoughts...and you figure alcohol will keep you distracted from them.

“Takes the boring “truth” part out of it,” Eddie explains with a shrug. “We go around in a circle and dare each other to do stuff. You can opt out by drinking.”

“You know, if you’re a pussy,” you add, earning a chuckle from Steve. You rejoin the boys, placing the beers on the table. “I’ll go first!” you announce, returning to your seat.

“I think the guest should go first,” Eddie argues, cocking an eyebrow. You narrow your eyes at him. You can tell he’s plotting something and you definitely don’t like it.

“Fine,” you agree before sticking your tongue out at Eddie. You turn to Steve. “Hit me.”

Steve purses his lips as he deliberates. His eyebrows shoot up, seemingly coming up with an idea. He looks right at you, uttering your name as if he doesn’t already have your undivided attention.

“I dare you to shotgun your beer,” he finally says. You cock your head, trying to contain your laugh.

“So I can either shotgun my beer, or opt to just take one drink?” you clarify sarcastically, pointing out the logic fail in Steve’s dare selection. The man simply shrugs, unaffected by your teasing.

“Yeah, you can opt to just take one drink,” Steve explains, nodding. “You know, if you’re a pussy.”

You let out a scoff, your own words thrown back at you. You narrow your eyes at Steve this time, who simply mirrors your gaze, challenging you. You run your tongue over your teeth before nodding and grabbing your beer.

“Alright, I see how it is, Harrington,” you growl. You stick your hand out in front of you motioning towards the two men. “Someone give me their keys.”

Eddie chuckles, jumping up to grab his keys off the dining table and tossing them to you. You catch them easily, turn the can over, and pierce the bottom. You bring the hole to your lips as you pop the tab, and relax your throat, letting the beer gush down your esophagus with ease. Three gulps and the beer is finished, and you crush the can and toss it at Steve, a victorious smirk on your face. Steve’s mouth hangs open in shock, and you can’t help but feel pride at making the man practically speechless. Steve breaks his stare to glance over at Eddie.

“Is it wrong of me to say that was weirdly hot?” Steve asks Eddie, who lets out a laugh in response. You feel heat rush to your cheeks at the statement, though you convince yourself it’s purely a side effect of the beer you just chugged. You are most definitely tipsy now, reaching that delightful level before officially being drunk.

“Is it wrong if I agree with you?” Eddie replies, a cheeky grin on his face. He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Your turn, Miss Frat Boy.”

You lean forward, resting your elbows on the coffee table and your chin on your interlaced fingers as you think up a dare for your infuriating, yet attractive roommate.

“Alright, Edward,” you sneer. “I dare you to do a shot of hot sauce.” You arch an eyebrow back at him, but Eddie seems unfazed.

“Hmm, not what I expected,” Eddie states, his confidence never wavering. “But, fuck it.”

Eddie jumps to his feet once again, headed towards the kitchen. You giggle at his wording.

“Butt fuck it,” you mumble, earning a laugh and a head shake from Steve.

“Yeah, I bet you’d like that,” Eddie challenges as he returns with the bottle of Tabasco and a shot glass, revealing he’d heard you. Your eyes go wide as that familiar heat returns to your cheeks and ears. You feel like you’ve done a shot of hot sauce yourself. You hear Steve chuckle awkwardly next to you while your eyes fall to your lap. Your imagination suddenly goes wild with dirty thoughts and images, and you take a deep breath while you will them away. You can’t think about that right now. Not with these two right here. So close to you.

The sound of glass on glass breaks you from your stupor, and you glance up to see Eddie tapping the Tabasco against the shot glass to get the fiery liquid out, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. What you wouldn’t give to roll that same bottom lip between your own teeth right now.

No, you have to stop. You focus on the hot sauce dripping into the small glass, trying like hell to distract yourself. But you are just so fucking horny now. Between Steve’s comment, Eddie’s comment, Steve looking like a snack as always, and the fact that you already know what Eddie looks like under that cotton t-shirt and those tight jeans, you are reeling. You should have known better. Alcohol always makes you horny.

You just have to get through the rest of the night, and then you’ll stick to water and coffee the rest of the weekend. It’s been awhile since you were DD anyway.

“Bottoms up,” Eddie declares before throwing back the shot of the red liquid. He winces as the sauce coats his tongue and throat, immediately grabbing his beer to chase it. He groans as he swallows. “Word of advice, beer is not a good hot sauce chaser.”

“I’ll make a note of that,” Steve comments with a slight chuckle. “Okay, Munson. Do your worst.”

Eddie leans back, resting against the couch as he crosses his arms and eyes Steve. He then turns his attention to you, arching an eyebrow. He’s doing it again. Scheming. His eyes continue to drift back and forth between you and Steve, and you grow increasingly nervous as the seconds tick by. He has something up his sleeve, you just know it.

“Alrighty, Harrington,” Eddie says, finally breaking the silence. “I dare you...to give this one a hickey.” Your eyes go wide and your jaw goes slack as Eddie points right at you. Oh ho ho ho. What an asshole.

You bite your lip as you peek at Steve, who’s giving you an unreadable look. You’re extremely conflicted. Part of you wants nothing more than to feel Steve’s lips on your skin, sucking and biting, marking you. But you don’t want Steve to be uncomfortable, crossing that line and making things potentially awkward. Then at the same time, you don’t want to deal with the rejection of Steve opting for the drink.

You watch him curiously, waiting for him to do something, say something. You usually can read Steve like a book, but he has never looked at you like this before.

“Okay,” he says. Okay. Okay?

You watch with bated breath as Steve scoots closer to you, until he’s inches away.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs, his breath ghosting across your neck, his eyes piercing. You can barely think, let alone speak, so you simply nod your head.

And then you feel the unmistakable graze of Steve’s lips against your sensitive skin. To your surprise, he doesn’t go right in right away, instead opting to leave gentle pecks across your flesh as he works his way downward. You feel a shiver down your spine as Steve’s hand snakes up the other side of your throat to gently tilt your head, giving him more room. Your eyes flutter closed as his grip tightens around your jaw. After continuing his path down your neck, he centers on a patch of skin where your neck meets your shoulders, and then he opens his mouth, tonguing the delicate spot. You relax into the feeling, leaning even more into Steve’s touch. His lips wrap around the chosen position and suck, and before you can stop yourself, a soft moan escapes your lips.

That familiar heat returns to your cheeks and chest, and your eyes fly open, bracing yourself for Steve to pull away. But your whimper seems to spur the man on, as he continues to suck and lick and nip at your flesh. You almost let your eyes close again, but movement in your peripheral vision catches your eye. Your gaze drifts to the left, and your eyes meet Eddie’s once again. Only this time, his smug grin is gone and is replaced with a look you are quite familiar with. His eyes are hooded, jaw slightly agape, his breath coming out in pants. But then your eyes fall to his lap, where he is very obviously palming his crotch.

Oh. Oh.

Another whimper escapes your lips, feeling overwhelmed. Steve feels like heaven against your neck, running his tongue over the dark mark he caused. Your eyes are glued to Eddie’s hand against his jeans, wanting nothing more than to crawl across the room and help him. You can feel yourself getting wet, the fabric of your cotton shorts growing damp.

Steve’s grip on your face loosens as he slowly pulls away, placing one last peck against your bruising skin.

“I think that’s some of my best work,” Steve announces, breaking the silence while he admires the mark on your neck. You sway a bit as his hand leaves your jaw, in a complete daze as you watch him scoot back over to his original spot. “I believe it’s my turn?”

You hate how nonchalant he sounds. As if he didn’t just make you moan embarrassingly. You look back over at Eddie, who’s shifting to bring his knee up in front of him in an attempt to hide his hard-on from Steve. He clears his throat once again.

“Yep, it’s all you,” Eddie replies, his voice a bit strained. You look back at Steve and are met with a soft, casual smile. How is he this calm?

“Perfect,” Steve acknowledges. His eyes have a mischievous glint to them that makes your already quick-beating heart stutter. “I dare you to give him a lap dance,” Steve proclaims, never missing a beat. He nods his head towards Eddie. Clearly, he had been prepared with his dare.

What the fuck.

You can’t bear to look at Eddie, you know exactly what you’ll see. That all too familiar self-satisfied smirk. Here you are, conflicted again. If you say yes, you’ll have to give Eddie, the guy you’ve been fucking lately who already has a boner, a lap dance in front of Steve, the guy who just sucked on your neck for while. If you say no, you’ll be the first one to chicken out of a dare, and you’ll have to deal with whatever Eddie’s reaction to that would be. Would he make a big deal out of it? Would that open up a can of worms? You aren’t sure how candid Eddie wants to be about your arrangement.

Lesser of two evils. Plus you do kind of want to torture an already aroused Eddie.

“Put on some music or something,” you bark towards Steve before standing up and marching over to Eddie’s spot on the carpet. You stick your hand out, gesturing for Eddie to grab it. He concedes, letting you pull him to his feet. Steve fiddles with the tape player behind you while you grab Eddie’s shoulders, pushing him to sit on the couch. The opening guitar riff of Sweet Emotion plays from the speakers, and you can’t help but smile at Steve’s song choice.

They want a lap dance? You’ll show them a lap dance.

You turn your back to Eddie as you begin to sway your hips to the music. You run your hands up your thighs, your sides, before sliding a hand down your chest. You bend your knees and push your ass back against Eddie’s lap, circling your hips to the beat of the song. His hands grip the edge of the couch cushion as you move, as if he’s afraid to touch you. You roll your body, making sure to grind against his crotch; you can feel he’s still hard beneath you.

You turn around and ease yourself onto Eddie’s lap, resting a knee on either side of his thighs. You continue to roll your hips, resting your hands on Eddie’s shoulders. His eyes follow your movements, that smirk never leaving his face. You run your hands down his chest before reaching for Eddie’s hands, bringing them to rest on your thighs as you ride him. You grind harder against him, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing deliciously against your clit. You almost wish he was wearing thinner pants so he could feel how wet you are through your shorts.

You want to throw Eddie off a bit. You know he’s enjoying this, sure. But you want to surprise him, do something to wipe that smug look off his face.

So you grab the hem of your shirt and pull it up and above your head, tossing it behind you. You watch as Eddie’s jaw drops and his pupils dilate.

Bingo.

You lean forward, rolling your body so that with each movement your chest is inches away from Eddie’s face, the lace of your bra practically touching his nose. You feel his fingers twitch against your thighs; he wants to touch more of you. It’s almost as if he isn’t sure if you will let him in front of Steve.

Fuck, Steve. You almost forgot he’s here.

You glance over your shoulder as you continue to circle your hips to the music. Steve is watching you like a hawk, his eyes trained on your body as it moves. His eyes flicker up to meet yours and you arch an eyebrow. Steve immediately flushes, biting his lip at the notion of being caught staring.

You have both of these boys hooked. You throw caution to the wind, allowing yourself to relax into your dance. No longer are you going to push your dirty thoughts to the side. You decide to accept that this night is headed in this direction, and you are okay with it.

You shoot Steve a wink as you take a hold of Eddie’s hands again, sliding them up your hips and ribs before landing on your covered chest. You cock your head as you watch Eddie run his thumbs over the tops of your breasts before giving them each a gentle squeeze.

You hear the music gently fade out behind you and you begin to slow your hips. You give Eddie a wink this time before climbing off his lap and reaching for your discarded shirt. You pull the garment back on and plop back down on the floor before offering a big smile.

“I think that means it’s my turn, right?” you say cheerfully, glancing between the two men. You watch as Eddie leans back into the couch, crossing his arms once again. That annoying smirk is back as he stares at you. You are about to reveal your dare for Eddie when he suddenly speaks up.

“Actually, I think we need to pause the game for a bit,” Eddie announces before standing up, very obviously adjusting his jeans. “Steve, can you help me with something in the kitchen?”

You and Steve exchange a confused look before Steve gets to his feet.

“Yeah, sure.”

The two men leave you sitting alone in the living room, horny and perplexed. You wonder what Eddie could possibly need help with. You take the opportunity to breathe and reflect on the past few minutes. You never imagined the night would become so...sexually charged. But you suppose that it shouldn’t surprise you, considering your new relationship with Eddie and your ongoing flirtatious friendship with Steve.

You shift on the floor, the dampness of your underwear and shorts starting to become uncomfortable. You wonder if you could quickly change shorts while they were busy. Would the boys notice the change? If they did, would they say anything about it?

Before you can make a move to get up, the men reenter the living room, both with unreadable expressions. Steve pauses behind the couch while Eddie makes his way over to you, squatting down to be at your level. You feel your heart rate pick up, knowing full well they are up to something.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie lilts, the pet name shooting right to your core. “Steve and I were wondering if you wanted to be a good girl for us tonight.” Your heart skips a beat at his words. Does he mean what you think he means? “Both of us.”

Okay. This is happening. You feel your pussy throb at the proposal. You nod vigorously, immediately adopting your normal role.

“Ah ah, use your words, baby,” Eddie chides, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. You swallow before speaking up.

“Yes,” you breathe out. “I’ll be a good girl. For you both.” Eddie smiles as he delicately caresses your jaw.

“Good,” he says before standing to his full height. “Why don’t you be a good girl and go get ready for us?”

You practically leap to your feet out of reflex, Eddie’s words causing an almost Pavlovian response. You shoot a quick glance to Steve, who’s eyeing you the same way he was earlier.

You make your way to Eddie’s bedroom, shutting the door behind you once inside. You take a deep breath as you get yourself together. Here you were thinking that sex with Eddie was off the table since Steve was in town. But now you are going to have both of them, at the same time. You feel your pussy throb again as your mind swims with delicious images. You can’t help but wonder what they were going to do to you.

You begin to strip, knowing Eddie always prefers you be ready and presented to him. You pull off your shirt and bra before peeling off your ruined shorts and underwear. You push your clothes pile into the corner and out of the way, and then you sit down on the edge of the bed, your legs slightly spread and your hands resting on either side of you. Your naked body is now on display for them, and you can only sit there and wait. You wonder how long the boys will make you sit here and wait for them, the thought of them leaving you here for a while making you even wetter.

The creak of the door handle pulls you from your thoughts as the door slowly opens. Steve enters first, sauntering into the room as he drinks you in. His eyes roam up and down your body before settling on your glistening core. You bite your lip as he practically eye-fucks you, your heart pounding out of your chest. He’s way too far away for your liking; you need him to touch you. Now.

But you know your role. You have to be patient.

Eddie then enters, his eyebrows shooting up at the sight of you.

“Good girl,” he marvels as he takes his place next to Steve. He turns to the taller man. “You can go first.”

Steve nods before moving towards you slowly, stopping right in front of you.

“Kneel,” he mutters, his voice low and commanding. You immediately comply, dropping to your knees in front of him, looking up at him with wide eyes as you wait for further instructions. “Go ahead and get my dick out.”

Your hands immediately jump into action, reaching to unbutton his pants and fumble with his zipper. You reach into his waistband, wrapping your fingers around his half-hard cock before pulling it out of his boxers.

“You gonna let me fuck your throat, hmmm?” Steve asks, the tone of his voice contrasting with the dirtiness of his words. Just the thought of Steve cumming down your throat causes you to shift, rubbing your thighs together for some friction. You begin to pump your hand, getting him fully hard as you reply.

“Yes, please,” you whimper before giving his tip an experimental lick.

“Why don’t you tell Steve your safe word, baby?” Eddie implores from across the room. He’s leaning casually against his dresser, his arms crossed as he watches you.

“Tomato,” you answer obediently.

“And if you can’t talk?”

“Two pats,” you reply meekly, demonstrating the action against Steve’s still clothed thigh.

“Good girl.”

With Eddie satisfied, you get to work, licking a thick stripe up the underside of Steve’s cock. His hands immediately fall to your head, resting gently on either side. You swirl your tongue around his entire member before tonguing his slit and lapping at the bit of precum that has already trickled out. You circle your lips around his tip, sucking gently before sinking your head down onto him completely. Steve lets out a shaky breath above you as you slowly pull back, leaving his tip on your tongue. You sink back onto him again before getting into a rhythm, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. You hollow your cheeks as you feel Steve’s grip on your head tighten.

You begin to work on relaxing your throat, wanting to take Steve in deeper. You tilt your head back slightly before reaching up to grab each of Steve’s wrists, signaling that he has control now. He starts with slow thrusts into your mouth, his cock now hitting the back of your throat with each move of his hips. Small grunts leave Steve’s lips as he feels you slightly gag around him. Tears prick your eyes as he continues to fuck your throat just like he said he would, your hands dropping to your sides and clenching into fists.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice Eddie begin to move closer. At some point he freed his own cock and is slowly stroking it as he stalks towards you.

“You gonna be a good girl and take everything Steve gives you? Huh? You gonna swallow every drop, sweetheart?”

You whine as you attempt to nod your head, Steve’s grip not allowing for too much movement. You try to discreetly shift your thighs again, your neglected core practically dripping onto the carpet below you.

“Ah ah ah, you know better,” Eddie chides, clearly noticing your movement.

You moan around Steve’s cock in response, feeling it twitch in your mouth. He gives a few more thrusts before stilling above you with a deep grunt, his seed coating your throat and tongue. You bob your head a few more times as he works through his orgasm, not wanting to miss a single drop of his cum, just like you promised.

His hold on your hair loosens as he pulls you off of his softening cock. You make a show of swallowing dramatically, before presenting your open mouth for both men to see.

“Good girl,” Eddie says before pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the side. Steve stumbles off to the side of the room as he tries to catch his breath. But your eyes are now on Eddie, who’s hard as a rock and moving towards you like you are his prey. “Why don’t you go ahead and get on the bed? You’ve been so good so far, let me take care of you.” You jump to your feet, clambering onto the bed behind you. “Lay down for me, sweetheart.”

You do as you’re told, laying back on your elbows and instinctually opening your legs.

“Look at how wet you are for us,” Eddie comments, reaching out to run his thumb up your inner thigh, but stopping short of where you need him. His eyes sparkle as he watches your pussy contract around nothing, your wetness dribbling down your pussy lips. “Now you know the rules, sweetheart. No coming until I say so. Understand?”

You nod, begging Eddie with your eyes to just touch you already.

“I need to hear it, baby,” Eddie reminds you before giving your clit an unexpected pinch. You yelp at the action, nodding once again.

“I understand, I understand,” you plead. Eddie smiles before running his thumb across your core, barely touching the sensitive area.

“Good.”

He sinks one finger inside of you easily, earning a deep moan from you. He begins to trace slow circles against your wall, as if he’s searching for something. The pad of his finger presses against that particular spot and you keen, your hips shooting off the bed. He begins to slide his finger in and out of you at an achingly slow pace, watching you writhe under him. You can already feel your orgasm building and he’s barely done anything. You know you’re in for trouble.

Eddie slides another finger inside of you, stretching you deliciously and lighting a fire in your soul. How one man can bring you to ruin with just his fingers, you’ll never understand. His pace quickens as he works his fingers in and out of you, your entire body burning with desire. You’re starting to get worried that you won’t be able to hold back, that you’ll come undone on his fingers and have to face the consequences. He’ll probably won't let you come for a week. Or even longer. Or fuck, he might even stop everything all together and leave you here, an absolute mess, before things even get good.

“You getting close, sweetheart?” Eddie questions, an evil tone to his voice. “Don’t you dare come.” And just as you’re about to swear you won’t, Eddie’s thumb began to rub tight circles on your clit. You cry out as he toys with your sensitive nub, his fingers never slowing their speed. You grip the comforter below you, attempting to ground yourself. You know you’re entering dangerous territory as you grind your hips against Eddie’s hand.

“Please, please let me come,” you beg, your voice whiny. “I’m so close.” Eddie’s fingers press hard against your g-spot as his thumb kneads your clit. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer and closer and you can’t hold it back anymore.

And then Eddie pulls his hand away completely, leaving you empty.

“No, I think you need to wait a little longer,” Eddie decides, an annoying playfulness to his voice. He meets your pleading eyes as he pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking off your juices and moaning at the taste of you. Your chest heaves as you attempt to get a hold of your breath. Your entire body is screaming, begging for release. It takes all of your willpower to keep your hands glued to the bed, knowing that if you even attempt to try to finish yourself off, this will all be over in a second.

You glance over at Steve, who since you last laid eyes on him has apparently shed his jeans, leaving him in his boxers and t-shirt. He’s tucked himself back into his underwear, as evidenced by the bulge that has already re-formed under the cotton. His eyes are dark, watching you pant on the bed, but he doesn’t make a move.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Eddie says, pulling your attention back to him. “Since you’ve been so good, following directions so well, why don’t you tell us how you want to finish?”

Your eyes fly back and forth between the two men as you ponder Eddie’s words. Who are you kidding? You already know the answer.

“I want you both,” you breathe out, your voice hoarse from the events of the night. “At the same time.”

The men exchange looks and Eddie’s face lights up.

“I had a feeling that would be the case,” he declares before turning to Steve. “You can have her pussy. I’ve been thinking about fucking her ass ever since her dumb joke earlier.”

You swallow as you let Eddie’s words sink in. Steve lets out a little chuckle in response before pulling his shirt over his head. He sheds his underwear next, leaving him standing there in his naked glory. You cann’t help but ogle him, fuck he’s beautiful.

“Well while you get her prepped, I want to taste her,” Steve announces, sounding much more confident than he was earlier. Your heart almost pops out of your chest at his words. You watch as Steve stalks towards you before climbing onto the bed and laying down with his legs dangling off the edge. He crooks his index finger at you, signaling you to come closer before he pats his chest.

Fuck. He wants you to sit on his face.

You crawl towards him, straddling his sternum. He smiles as he runs his hands up your thighs, his eyes sparkling as he looks up at you. You can’t help but mirror him. Behind you, you hear Eddie open his bedside table, and you let out a sigh of relief that he’s prepared for this.

Steve grips your thighs, moving you into position above him as you feel the bed dip behind you. You glance over your shoulder to see Eddie settling next to you, now completely naked as well, a bottle of lube in his hands. Before you can react, you feel the unmistakable prodding of Steve’s tongue against your folds. You lean forward and plant your hands against the bed, dropping your hips lower so Steve has better access. His tongue begins to explore your folds, lapping up every drop of your wetness. You’re sensitive from Eddie’s earlier ministrations, and Steve’s tongue is doing wonders for you. You whine and whimper as his tongue swirls around your clit, playing with the little bud.

You lose yourself in the feeling of Steve’s mouth against you as he eats you out like a starved man. You’re so distracted you almost miss the swipe of Eddie’s lubed up finger against your asshole. You flinch instinctively, but Eddie shushes you.

“Relax, sweetheart. It’s just me,” he cooes. You nod, trying to focus on Steve’s tongue once again. As Eddie’s finger works to coat the outside of your puckered hole with the warm liquid, you moan as Steve’s lips wrap around your clit. He sucks hard, earning another whine from you as Eddie gently begins to ease his finger in.

You focus on relaxing into the feeling, knowing that the pleasure is worth the initial discomfort. Eddie continues to work his finger into you as Steve begins to thrust his tongue into your core. You’re starting to get close, but you aren’t sure if you’re allowed to come yet.

“Make sure to stop before she comes,” Eddie reminds Steve, as if he can read your mind. “Trust me, it’ll be worth it.” Eddie’s favorite thing about edging you is always the way you come around his cock later.

You whine above Steve as he pulls away slightly, opting to place open-mouth kisses along your inner thighs. Eddie begins to add a second finger, the lube allowing him to stretch you pretty easily.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Almost ready for me,” Eddie praises, working his fingers in and out of you with relative ease. The pain has almost subsided completely, and Steve returns his tongue to your folds. You’re almost overwhelmed by the sensation. If this is how good it feels now, you almost can’t wait for what it’ll feel like to have both of them inside you.

Eddie eases his fingers out of you completely before grabbing your hip with his clean hand.

“Go ahead and get into position, sweetheart,” Eddie instructs. You scoot down Steve’s body slightly, moving to straddle his hips. You eye Steve’s glistening chin and you can’t help but lean down and capture his lips in a kiss, loving the taste of yourself on his tongue. As you lick into his mouth, you reach between the two of you, gripping his cock and giving it a quick squeeze. Steve moans into your mouth as you position him at your opening. You rub his tip against your folds, coating him in your slick before sinking down on him in one movement.

You both let out twin groans as you marvel in the feeling of Steve being completely sheathed inside you. You roll your hips once experimentally, keening as his tip rubs against your walls. The bed dips as Eddie kneels behind you, fisting his cock as he lubes it up. He grabs the bottle once more, pouring a few more drops onto your hole before capping it and tossing it aside. His thumb works to coat your entrance once more before he presses the tip of his cock against you. Your head drops to Steve’s shoulder as you let out a deep breath. You wait patiently as Eddie starts to work his cock into you, causing you to clench around Steve.

Eddie is big, definitely bigger than two fingers, so he takes his time, softly rolling his hips as he stretches you out. The feeling is unpleasant at first, but you work to relax yourself, knowing it will be worth it. After a few more moments and a few more thrusts, Eddie’s hips are flush with your ass cheeks. You feel so fucking full.

“God, you feel so good, baby. So good,” Eddie groans out as his hands come to rest on either side of your hips. “You okay?”

“I’m…I’m so good,” you assure, your chest heaving. “But I need you both to start moving.”

And move they do. The two men work with you to establish a rhythm, you work yourself up and down on Steve’s cock while Eddie pumps himself into your ass. You’re practically bursting, your senses completely overwhelmed by the feeling of both of them inside you. The room is filled with groans and grunts, each one of you chasing your pleasure. One particular thrust has Steve hitting a spot inside you that makes you cry out, your hands gripping his biceps and no doubt leaving half moons in his skin. Steve’s hands find your breasts, pulling and kneading at the mounds before rolling your nipples between his long fingers. You feel Eddie’s hand come down against your ass cheek with a resounding smack, before he rubs and soothes the skin.

“You look so good like this baby,” Eddie exclaims, giving your ass another smack.

“Fuck, she squeezes me so hard every time you do that,” Steve groans out. Eddie smacks your other ass cheek this time, and Steve grunts below you.

You can feel yourself getting close once again, each thrust of hips bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You feel Eddie’s cock twitch inside you as his thrusts become sloppier.

“Fuuuuck,” Eddie calls out as he comes, his seed spilling deep inside you. You can feel each spurt of cum as he rides out his high, his hips ramming against your ass. You whimper as he pulls out, giving your hips a squeeze as he climbs away. Steve’s hands immediately replace Eddie’s as he begins to thrust up harder into you. Tears roll down your face as you feel yourself on the brink of coming.

“Please, I’m so close,” you cry out. Eddie’s hand shoots out of nowhere, two fingers centering in on your clit and giving it a harsh rub.

“Go ahead, baby,” Eddie murmurs into your ear. “Come all over Steve.”

A switch flips inside you and you come hard and loud, your entire body flailing as the waves of pleasure hit you one after another. You feel a gush of liquid below you as your pussy contracts around Steve’s cock. The man lets out a loud, deep groan and he tips over the edge, shooting his cum right up into you. Your hips spasm as you ride out your high, before eventually your arms give out. You collapse against Steve’s chest as you feel him begin to soften inside of you.

The room is filled with heavy panting, all three of you trying in vain to catch your breath. Your sensitive pussy aches, and you ease yourself off of Steve before crumpling onto the bed next to him. Your eyes flutter closed and you focus on slowing down your heart rate.

You almost drift off to sleep before you feel a warm wet cloth between your thighs. You open your eyes to find Eddie wiping away at your mess, and you offer him a sleepy smile as a thank you. Satisfied with his work, Eddie tosses the rag to the floor before climbing back up onto the bed. You feel two hands gently pull you up towards the pillows and before you know it, you’re cuddled between Steve and Eddie, each turning to face you. Steve’s arm snakes around your waist and pulls you against his chest as Eddie reaches up to gently caress your face.

“You did such a good job, sweetheart,” Eddie praises, his thumb softly tracing your jawline. “You were so good for us.” You hum as you relax against the soft bed, completely content with your current situation.

“Well, I guess we know what we’re doing this weekend,” you announce sleepily, earning a chuckle from both men. Your eyes fall closed once again, and you let yourself drift off to sleep, feeling absolutely blissed out between your two favorite boys.

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2023 in Review

In 2023, I posted 24 stories ranging from 432 to 48,056 words.

It’s Kinda Familiar | Rated: T | 2,983 words | Art by myself (masterpost)

Summary: It must have been a week since the cat appeared on his patio for the first time. The little sneak tried to break in every night, but Dean had avoided that nightmare scenario so far. He would have happily invited the little fuzzball inside to keep him company, but his stupid allergies prevented it. Dean entered the newly opened coffee shop downtown. Taking in a deep breath, he inhaled the notes of coffee and freshly baked pastries. It was heavenly, until he couldn’t smell anything at all. “Are you okay?” the stranger asked. The name tag on his chest indicated that he must work here. Castiel Dean read, but he barely noticed any of it, because, right in front of him, stood the most intriguing man he had ever laid eyes on. Tall, dark, and freaking handsome.

A little story I wrote for the SQZ Volume 5 in 2022. It’s a first because I wrote the story and created art for it which inspired me to sign for bangs as an artist as well.

Unbeknownst Soul Mate | Rated: E | 20,776 words | Art by Aggiedoll (art masterpost)

Summary: While suffering from writer’s block, Castiel’s life changes when he discovers an abandoned record in a thrift store. Although already hooked by the vinyl’s cover, the mysterious singer worms his way into Castiel’s heart. Frustrated after a disheartening recording session, Dean strolls into a bookstore, only to be stunned by the sci-fi novel he picks from a shelf. The impala headpiece on its cover could be a coincidence, but the author’s note cannot fool him. Whoever Emmanuel Allen is, he dedicated the book to him. Years go by, one dedication following another, and the hidden subtext of their works speaks for itself. Unaware of the other’s identity, neither is able to stop the feelings from becoming more. Something profound. But then Dean releases Unbeknownst Soul Mate, and their story becomes an internet phenomenon overnight. With their identities out in the open, it should only be a matter of time until they meet for the first time. Though their relationship can’t be the fairy tale everyone believes it to be. Or can it?

My story for the Pinefest 2023 is one of the few AUs this year. Aggiedoll was the first of many great artists I was allowed to work with in 2023.

Your Dreams Are My Reality | Rated: E | 10,883 words | Art by @sailorsally (art masterpost)

Summary: “When are you finally gonna tell him?” Sam’s words hit home. Dean starts to wonder and watches Cas. Paying closer attention, he sees things, little hints that give him hope and make him bolder. But when he finally flirts with Cas and receives reciprocation, he panics and flees. Cas finds him hiding in the bathroom. With the door between them, they begin to talk. Cas mentions a promise Dean once made: He wouldn’t die a virgin. When they finally seal the deal, it’s too good to be true. Cas is fully powered, and happy. It’s a dream, or isn’t it?

My story for the Dean/Cas Switch Bang 2023 with beautiful art by sailorsally.

An Act of Humanity | Rated: E | 23,527 words | Art by @xfancyfranart (art masterpost)

Summary: Cast out of the bunker, Castiel is lost. Adapting to humanity feels like a punishment for his deeds. When he becomes sick, weakened by cold and hunger, the battery on his phone allows him one last call to say goodbye. Alarmed, Dean rushes to save Cas. He’s right on time. But with Ezekiel threatening to let Sam die if Cas steps back into the bunker, they are forced to share a motel room. Castiel slowly recovers under Dean’s care, when an accidental kiss changes everything. Things might finally turn for the better, if it weren’t for the situation at home.

My fic for the SPN Angel Bang, this time with beautiful art by xfancyfranart.

From Zero to Family | Rated: E | 11,773 words | Art by @ephemerastardust (art masterpost)

Summary: Everything has happened so fast. Castiel’s whole life has changed irrevocably. Just a week ago, he was single. A very lonely single, with a boring life and a boring job, who was helplessly, and hopelessly in love with his best friend—has been, for years. Now, Castiel not only has a baby to take care of but also has a boyfriend. A boyfriend who asks him to move in with him. And so, from one day to the next, they all live together—Jack, Castiel, and Dean—like a real family. But it all seems too good to be true. It can't be real, or can it?

My fic for the Dadstiel Mini Bang 2023 is a sequel for a oneshot I wrote during Suptober 2022: You, Me and Jack. My first of two bangs where I got claimed by ephemerastardust.

High Time for a Romantic Adventure | Rated: E | 12,302 words | Art by @wigglebox (art masterpost)

Summary: Yanked to 1814 England, Sam, Dean and Cas have no idea how or why they ended up there. While they try to solve the mystery of their time travel to Jane Austen Land, a body lands in front of their feet. Ghosts, demons — nothing seems to add up when some old friends appear. But Dean and Cas barely pay attention. After all, there’s an unresolved confession to deal with, and the setting is undoubtedly very romantic.

A time-travel story for the SPN Regency Bang with beautiful art by wigglebox.

Mark of Darkness, Spark of Hope | Rated: E: | 48,056 words | Art by @ephemerastardust (art masterpost)

Summary: All it takes is one night in an abandoned warehouse—violent, rough, and perfect. A fallen angel, running low on his stolen Grace and a demon, turned by the Mark that distorts his soul. It’s a night to remember that one forgets and the other can’t as a spark lights up deep within him. None of it should be possible, and yet, it’s there. Even though he tries to ignore its presence, the spark is slowly growing and burning through the darkness of Dean’s soul. Everything changes with the cure that Sam forces on Dean. Reunited with Cas, and suddenly human again, there is no way for either of them to deny the truth any longer. Doomed by the fate that awaits the human mothers of the Nephilim and cursed by the Mark of Cain etched on his soul, Dean’s future looks bleak. But then again, Dean is neither precisely a mother nor fully human, and Castiel is intent on saving him. After all, they have months during which Dean carries the growing life inside him to term—an impossible child and a miracle of love between Heaven and Hell.

This one might be my favourite this year. I hadn’t expected to write an mpreg story at all, but then I ended up beta’ing @hawkland’s Playing for Time, and got inspired for my own story. Once again, Ephemera claimed my fic and created beautiful art.

Our Troubles Will Be Miles Away | Rated: E | 17,369 words

Summary: Jack storms into the bunker's kitchen, an elf dangling from his fingers. He is too excited by the elf's promises to lead him to Santa that he doesn't listen to Cas' warnings not to trust the fairy. Yet, the warnings are already too late anyway. A flash lights up the kitchen, and Jack, Sam, Cas and Dean find themselves in a snow-clad forest, far away from Earth. With the fate of the world only one snap of Chuck's fingers away, and a shadow looming above Cas' head, the last things they need are a teenager turned toddler chasing Santa and the King of the Fairies remembering Dean fondly. Or did they just find a way to save the world?

The only WIP I posted this year. Like last year, I attemptedA Very Prompty Christmas SPN Edition 2023 (12 Prompts of Christmas - SPN Edition), this year with 12 prompts. It’s a fun little canon fix-it that I wrote and posted starting on December, 14th and ended on Christmas Day. That’s the reason why the story is unbeta’d so far.

Suptober 2023

Behind the Veil | Rated: T | 614 words

Summary: After a hunt goes wrong, Castiel is trapped behind the veil, forced to witness Dean's grief.

Never Been Better | Rated: M | 871 words

Summary: When Dean decides to visit a pumpkin patch on their way home from a hunt, Sam has enough. He is so done with his brother and his angel and the constant tension between them. Little does he know what surprise is waiting for him.

Irresistible Muse | Rated: T | 432 words

Summary: Dean and Cas are inspiring each other.

Timestamp for Unbeknownst Soul Mate.

I Like Past You | Rated: T | 507 words

Summary: After finding himself in 2014, Dean meets Cas' strange, future version and is up for a surprise.

Colouring the Darkness | Rated: T | 932 words

Summary: Dean draws Cas' portraits to remember. Pencil on paper because the day he lost Cas, the world lost all its colours. Everything changes when Jack sends him a box of coloured pencils.

Full Spread Buffet | Rated: E | 1,004 words

Summary: Let down by his porn, Dean relies on his fantasies when Cas walks into the room.

Becoming More Familiar | Rated: E | 739 words

Summary: Cas purred in response. He leaned into the touch and Dean couldn't take his eyes from his familiar. As always, the stunning blue eyes captured him, but only for so long because he couldn’t help his gaze trailing down Cas’ body. What had just been a black cat had turned into the sexiest human being right before his eyes, and Dean's body reacted accordingly. Who could fault him? The man of his dreams, his best friend, sat in his lap and straddled him — completely naked and obviously very aroused.

Timestamp for It’s Kinda Familiar.

Let the Sun Shine on Your Face | Rated: T | 1,056 words

Summary: Castiel worries about Dean after Dean has trapped Michael inside his head. But when Dean opens up and flippantly asks Castiel if he is happy now, he notices that something is terribly wrong.

Tales in the Night Sky | Rated: T | 598 words

Summary: Castiel and Dean are stargazing. They remember the missed opportunities the last time they did so. It seems to have been a different life altogether.

Little spoilery timestamp for An Angel’s Tale.

A Too-Close Shave | Rated: T | 819 words

Summary: After a run-in with a hellhound, Sam is done with Dean and Cas. He can't stand seeing either of them grieving the other any longer. In a spur of the moment, he locks them in until they get their shit together.

We Sounds Epic | Rated: T | 1,231 words

Summary: After Dean visited the nearby pumpkin patch with his daughter, he can't stop thinking about the handsome farmer. It's not that he is— Well, maybe he is. When he can't stand it any longer, he decides to go back.

This fic includes all 2023 Suptober prompt words.

Alpha to Omega, Omega to Alpha | Rated: E | 2,310 words

Summary: For years, Dean has lied to his friends, pretending to be a beta instead of accepting his true self. Even Cas doesn't know. But when Dean's heat is approaching and a freak accident causes them to switch their bodies, everything changes.

Weird, Dorky, Little Guy | Rated: T | 664 words

Summary: After Dean flirted with the security guard, Charlie calls him out. Or, how Charlie learns about Cas.

Burning With Love For You | Rated: T | 1,276 words

Summary: When Castiel gets a call from Sam, telling him that Dean is suffering from a rising fever after a spell, he rushes to the Bunker to help. Yet, his Grace won't do anything. This spell requires a different kind of cure.

One Last Deal | Rated: T | 884 words

Summary: When Cas returns from the Empty, Dean is overwhelmed by his feelings and once again, relives the night of Cas' confession.

Tiggers Are Awesome | Rated: T | 1,564 words

Summary: Dean is preparing for a very special Halloween and bantering with his brother, when the door rings. Someone has arrived far too early.

Thanks to Suptober I started the tradition of an annual Halloween fic. So, this is my third one.

Art masterposts

Art masterpost for A Little More Time by Tossukka (@sitruunavohveli)

Art masterpost for Moonlight on the Water by @nickelkeep

Art masterpost for Ethereal Feathers by @atlas-assbutt

Art masterpost for Forged in Thunder by flyingkafka67 (@anathewierdo)

Pencil sketch of Dean

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Hi celestialscatterbrain!

Hope you are well today ◡̈

Wanted to see what you thought about venus square uranus in composite chart as well as an 8th house stellium in composite!

I also am curious to know what your fav/least fav placement and aspects would be in a composite chart.

Thanks for your time, energy, effort and knowledge

Enjoy your week 💐

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Thank you so much!!! I hope your week is great too 🩵

Venus square Uranus in the composite chart has potential to be a great thrill, but it also felt like such a headache. It feels like the butterflies exist here because of the relationship’s unpredictability. I had asked myself numerous times if that’s the only reason I liked this person, because I wasn’t getting much more out of it. If you’re at a distance from one another or can’t see each other often, this placement can easily be really annoying. It can also feel like you guys are only allowed to come together in bursts. You guys have “chapters” where you’re involved, and probably not for long periods of time, and then come back together (… and then the cycle repeats 🎡).

There’s probably something a little controversial or unconventional about your setup. If not, it can feel like it’s not a relationship that is instantly going to be committed until a more stable time in life. I also wouldn’t be surprised if this started off as a “meaningless hookup,” where you still interact on and off after. This might be best between two people who are friends with benefits and truly want to keep it that way for a while. Even then, you still might wish for there to be something just a little more concrete between you two. If not, it might feel like this lyric from the song “romantic homicide” by d4vd: “why am I still here? I don’t mean to be complacent with the decisions you made, but why?… I’m sick of waiting patiently for someone that won’t even arrive.”

For me, it felt like things were going great, and then all of a sudden you’re caught off guard by something. Then you have to wait for that “something” to be resolved or normalized before you resume the interaction. You might compromise on a lot of circumstances you definitely wouldn’t encourage your friends to compromise on. You might also feel like you have to normalize a lot of new situations you’ve never handled before. This interaction can really call for you to be adaptable and non-judgmental.

You guys might feel like you’re on a seesaw, where one desires more commitment so the other one pulls back, and then you take turns. In some cases, one person definitely spends a lot more time being the one pulled back and afraid of intimacy than the other, bc maybe the other is already more comfortable with closeness even if it doesn’t come with commitment.

This can be so unstable, it’s nauseating. The mixed signals can be infuriating. Am I being led on? Am I being used? Do you just want me when you want me to make you feel attractive and desired? Did your last option fail and now you want to come back so you can enjoy the thrill of a relationship/intimacy?

You two can bring out and understand each other’s reckless or wild side. You’ll be willing to get out of character, or misbehave with one another. It reminds me of “happiness is a butterfly” by Lana del Rey when she says: “I’ll pick you up if you’re in town on the corner, happiness is a butterfly, we should catch it while dancing high, lose my self in the music baby…” “don’t be a jerk, don’t call me a taxi, sitting in your sweatshirt crying in the back seat.. I just want to dance with you… baby I just wanna dance, with you.”

This is such a situationship placement.

I don’t think it helped that when I experienced this, we had our Venus in the 12H of our composite. 😭

On a positive note, you guys can have a lot of fun together!!! You guys give each other a nice rush and it can make the more stable, normal partners you experience after them feel “boring” or “too safe” in comparison. You could’ve linked up in a very memorable way. It’s definitely a fling or relationship you’ll never forget.

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I do enjoy the 8th house stellium a lot more. I recently got to experience this one, so my appreciation has grown for it! 👻

You two might come together when one of you is undergoing a spiritual transformation. They can just be coming into their spirituality or feeling very inclined to explore it deeper or in new ways, and maybe you are too! You guys love to talk about the occult together. You want to deep dive into it together. One of you can mentor the other in a sense, spiritually. You can introduce them to more nuanced topics within their own beliefs. You want to do magic together. Merging is easy and natural. You share your paranormal experiences together. You also have no problem talking about any topic with one another, because nothing is off the table! You can appreciate the taboo sides of one another, and it’s easy to confess secrets. Physical intimacy is instantly great, and you might be surprised at how comfortable you feeling during the act with this person even if you would be shy or reserved with past partners. You two find each other’s genitals to be attractive. Sex involves a lot of touching and grabbing, and overall appreciation for each other’s bodies as a sexual partner. You surprisingly can really respect the others personal time and space, which makes them come to you more. You think about them a lot in passing. Even if you guys are in a casual fling, you guys still chit chat throughout the day every day to let them know you’re not going anywhere even if you’re extremely busy. You can also come together when you two are attempting to shift the way that you generate your respective incomes.

You two can be very different, but those differences can be where the magnetism towards one another is sourced from. You have a respect for one another immediately. You’d instantly like to have them around for more than just a night! You always want to make sure they’re okay. You can be protective over one another and can defend each other unconditionally. You want to help each other transform. You can let go of old, outdated guards you had up with others, because this person knows what hurts you and how to handle you. You like to get each other little gifts early on, maybe gifts tied to the occult! Together, you are a force to be reckoned with. ❤️‍🔥

Of course, this is more of the positive and ideal manifestation. I’m sure with more negative aspects to planets in the 8H or an 8H mars, the potential for extremism can be far more activated. Mars in the 8H with harsh Pluto aspects can really take over the “nice” qualities of 8H contacts. The sex will still be amazing and keep on getting better and better and better and BETTER with time, but make sure you guys learn how to diffuse anger early on in the relationship and don’t try to hurt the other. That isn’t a relationship you want to sabotage before it properly begins, because those grudges can be held for far too long. Extreme arguments can occur here, and physical violence can become a thing. You will literally be wishing death on one another and your adrenaline levels can drive you to mutually destruct. This is best for a couple where forgiveness is easily achieved and always sought after. If you start off well, and always have each others best interests in mind, then you can defeat old wounds and negative beliefs together and rise like phoenixes from ash.

You can also read my first post on an 8H stellium in the composite chart here for more information/another manifestation of it! (Maybe more reflective of the long term aspect, my description above is more for the start of the interaction)

#astrology #astroblr #astrology observations #relationship astrology #composite observations #sexstrology #astro notes #astrology blog #composite astrology #synastry #Venus square Uranus #8th house stellium #composite Venus #composite Uranus #composite 8H #witches of tumblr #witchblr #romantic astrology #love astrology

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Hero Inuyasha falls in love with villain kagome au

Modern/superhero au

Oh boy. This was fun and so challenging, mostly because I can’t imagine Kagome being a villain in any world! It’s short and vague, but I enjoyed it. Hope you do too!

When she fired another shot at him, it barely missed his shoulder but the energy burned through his clothes. He hissed as the magic seared his skin.

That was a first.

For a second even she seemed startled, but when he glared at her she quickly turned around and attempted to flee. While she wasn’t really a fighter, she had enough tricks up her sleeve to keep him away.

“Not today!” Inuyasha growled, chasing after her. There was enough distance that she might get away, but he was faster and stronger.

It’d been six months of trying to follow her trail, and he felt himself getting so close. She must have felt it too, because her last attacks were getting sloppy; desperate.

In their earlier encounters, she’d never tried to do more than pin him down so she could escape. As he began closing in she was forced to resort to other methods, breaking out powers she hadn’t before. He knew she could erect temporary barriers and could fire arrows made of energy. Then there was her getaway. Given enough time, she could open a portal in the ground and somehow disappear. It was how she slipped away every single time. Even his high-powered nose couldn’t detect her once she went through it.

Tonight was going to be different. After months of learning how she operated, he was good at reading her and adapting. He was going to catch her and figure out who the hell she was and put an end to her thievery.

“Stay away!” she yelled, jumping down a building and into an alley.

“Like hell I will!” He leapt right after her. He wasn’t going to give her enough time to escape this time!

She landed and quickly threw up a barrier to try and trap him in the corner of the alley. Inuyasha predicted the move, and managed to bounce off the ground before the barrier fully closed in. He could hear her heart racing.

“That’s not going to work on me this time.”

“I don’t want to hurt you!” Her face lit up as she magically formed her bow and arrow. It glowed bright, aimed at him.

He scoffed, continuing to feel the sting of where her arrow had nicked him. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Sorry,” she seemed to whisper before letting her arrow fly. Then another. And another.

Before he could react, Inuyasha found himself pinned to the barrier, three energy arrows tacking him down by his clothes. She’d done it a few times before.

Goddamit. She was going to get away again.

But for some reason, he could smell tears.

She rushed to his side and sniffled. “Does it hurt?”

He looked over and saw that her glistening eyes were focused on the burn on his shoulder. Inuyasha flinched as her finger swept over the spot. The affected area was increasing. Shit. He hoped it would wear off the way her other powers did.

“Sorry,” she apologized again, and it came across sincerely.

This was so weird. He hated her. She was a thief! She’d managed to evade him for months, and now she was so close and he was just stuck. And she was crying over him? What was happening?

Some part of his mind alerted him that he’s being pinned to her barrier. Her temporary barrier, and if he waited just a little longer he just might catch her if she was foolish enough to stick around and be this close. Surely, she must have known that.

But if she was being careless, he should take advantage.

“What are you doing?” He asked in an effort to stall her.

“I couldn’t go without checking. I—I’ve never hit you before.”

And she was right. He knew that. In fact, it drove him crazy. She clearly had the ability to do serious damage, yet this entire time she’d only ever played cat and mouse, constantly fleeing from his grasp.

“Why do you care about what happens to me?”

She seemed taken aback. “B-because,” she sputtered. “You’re a good person…” Her gray-blue eyes gazed at him from behind her mask with something like admiration.

Inuyasha was so confused.

“I can heal it,” she whispered conspiratorially. “It should wear off, but it’ll take at least twenty-four hours before then. I could heal it now, if you want.”

Even the scrape burned, and it was getting worse by the minute. God, she really could just obliterate him if she wanted.

“Do what you want.” He wanted to ask her why. Why did she care about him? Why would she want to heal him? Why not kill him? Why steal? Why any of it.

Instead he watched in dumbstruck awe as she removed the mask on her face and he saw her for the first time.

Oh. She was pretty. Not just pretty; strikingly beautiful.

“This is going to be awkward, but it’s the only way I know to heal damage from my powers.”

“Wh—!” His face exploded into a blush as she put her lips over the burn. His whole body went aflame. Oh my god, what the fuck was happening? This was seriously intimate. Absolutely inappropriate ideas flashed in his mind and he felt his embarrassment burn the tips of his ears.

But the burn on his shoulder gently cooled, and he was left with an effervescent feeling thrumming in his veins.

“I’ve got to go,” she said in a quiet rush as she pulled away.

He caught that her cheeks were pink.

Her hands motioned to create the portal. After a few seconds, a hole appeared in the ground. She jumped up—

And just at that moment, the barrier flickered away.

“Wait!” Inuyasha leapt up, heart pounding, and grabbed her wrist. Her eyes went wide.

But he can’t stop it. The portal doesn’t just open; it sucks them both in with a flash of blinding blue light.

#inukag #inuyasha #kagome higurashi #modern au #superhero au #jelly fic #jelly chats #long post #justafewsmallsteps

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Twenty-Six: The Hellfire Club

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) Word Count: 3,303 Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! I can't believe we're on the last season!! Buckle up, friends, 'cause it's a lot this season!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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The phone ringing startled me awake as I sat up straight in the bed. Looking at the clock, I tried to count three hours backward from the time shown, slightly struggling before jumping to my feet and rushing to the phone, answering with a groggy and breathless, “Hello?”

“Can I read this to you?”

I sighed at the sound of El’s voice before answering, “Of course, sweetie.”

She always read me her letters that she wrote to Mike, asking for my advice on whether or not it sounded good enough. “Okay. Here it goes. ‘Dear Mike, today is day 185. Feels more like 10 years. Joyce says time is funny like that. Emotions can make it speed up or slow down. We are all time travelers if you think about it. For example, this week is going very fast. I think because I am so busy. I have to make something called a visual aid. I hope Mrs. Gracey will give me an A. Some exciting news; Joyce got an amazing new job. She gets to work at home. She says she loves the freedom. Will is painting a lot, but he-he won’t show me what he’s working on. M-maybe it is for a girl. I think there is someone he likes. Because he has been acting… weird. Jonathan is acting weird, also. I think he is just nervous about college. He is still waiting for his big letter. I hope he and Nancy get to go together. But I don’t know how he’ll ever get to college because his car is still broken down. His funny friend Argyle has been taking us to school. His hair is longer than mine. And he and Jonthan like to smoke smelly plants together. Jonathan says the plants are super safe because they come from the Earth, but to not tell Joyce. Me? I’m twice as happy now. You were right. It just takes time. I think I have finally adapted. At first, I missed all the spring flowers, but now I find it pretty here, too. I even like school now. I am still best at math, but my grammar is good now also. Thanks in part to Olivia back home. It helps that everyone is so nice here. I have made lots of friends. Even so, I am ready for Spring Break, mostly because I get to see you. I am so excited to see you, it is hard to breathe. Are you excited, too? I think you will love it here like me. I think we will have the best Spring Break ever. I hope my spelling was better this time. Miss you. Love, El.’”

She breathed deep on her end of the phone, silently asking me what I thought. Taking a drag from my cigarette, which I rarely ever do, I nodded my head before saying, “It’s good! But the part about friends? I’m not sure that should be in there.” El’s kept her word on telling me every detail when she calls me. This bitch Angela bullies her to no end, and it pisses me off to the point where I want to get in my car and drive to California to beat the shit out of this girl… but I can’t since she’s a minor and I’m 19 years old. “Maybe just tell him the truth?” I took another drag, holding it for a moment as I said, “The truth–” I blew the smoke from my lungs. “Is a lot better than having to cover up your lies in front of him when he’s there in a couple days.”

“Livvie! Are you smoking again?” Mom hollered.

“Shit,” I whispered, dabbing my cigarette.

“Steve will be here soon!”

Holding the mouthpiece of the phone, I hollered back, “Okay!” Sighing and shaking my head, I removed my hand, saying into the mouthpiece. “Listen, get ready for school, do the finishing touches for your visual aid that I know you’re gonna kick ass on, and have a good day at school, okay? I’m sorry this phone call is short.”

“It’s okay,” El said. “Can I call you tonight?”

“I’ll be at Steve’s, but sure,” I smiled. “You can call.”

“Okay. Argyle is here. I finished my visual aid before I called you.”

“Okay, sweetie. Have a good day at school.” “I will. Bye, Olivia.”

“Bye, El.” I hung up the phone, yawning after I did so. Going into the kitchen, I made myself a cup of coffee, adding my sugar and cream into it before taking a sip and walking back into my room.

No, Steve’s parents didn’t come home last night. Dustin needed help with something for school, so I told him I’d come for the night to help him. My plan was to go back to Steve’s, but I ended up falling asleep on Dustin’s bed, him waking me up to kick me out of his room. As I entered my own room, my phone was ringing, so I walked to it, picking up the receiver, answering with, “Can’t I just enjoy a cup of coffee this morning?”

“Good morning to you, too,” Steve said.

Sighing, I said, “Oh. Morning, baby.”

“Hey, listen. I’m gonna leave here in a few minutes to come get you and then pick up Robin, okay? So, be ready this time.”

I chuckled. Last time he had to come get me from my house I wasn’t ready for work. He and I had had… a night and I was super tired the next day, so I didn’t wake up with my alarm. We were late for work and Robin was late to school that day.

“Okay, I’ll be ready.”

“Promise?”

“Promise! I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I hung up the phone, taking another sip of my coffee while looking at my closet door. I set my mug down, walking towards the door when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. “What?”

“Liv, I need you to stall Mom,” Dustin said.

“And why, pray tell, do I need to do that?” I asked, turning to look at him with my arms crossed.

“I’m talking to Suzie and I need you to not tell her what’s going on behind my door.”

Scrunching my face in disgust, I said, “Dustin, I don’t need to hear you two have radio sex.”

“We’re not! It’s something about school,” he exclaimed.

Sighing, I said, “Fine. Whatever. But you owe me.”

“Thank you!” he said, running back across the hall to his room, sliding his door closed.

I turned back to my closet, finally able to go into it to pick my outfit for the day; a graphic tee, comfortable but tight-fitted jeans and my Converse. I’ve been working with Steve and Robin at Family Video since October and I have to say I quite enjoy it. Not the whoring out my boyfriend part, but everything else about the job, aside from Keith, is awesome!

Once I was dressed, I heard talking on Dustin’s Cerebro, that he somehow installed in the house, so I poked my head in to see what was going on.

“That’s a negative, Dusty-bun,” Suzie said.

“Son of a bitch,” Dustin said, pressing a button on his radio. “Try tigers86.”

“Tigers86, copy that.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, walking into his room, sliding his door to a crack.

“Liv, not now,” Dustin said.

I sighed, “Alright. Oh! I can’t pick you up tonight. Steve and I are going to the game and then I’m going back to his house.”

“Fine, whatever,” he said, going back to his radio.

“Jiminy Crickets, Dusty,” Suzie said. “I’m in.”

“Holy shit,” he said.

“Wait, is she… is she hacking into the school system?” I asked.

Dustin and I jumped at the sound of hearing pounding on his door, Mom’s voice ringing on the other side, “Dusty, what’s going on in there? You’re gonna be late.”

Mom went to open the door just as Dustin shouted, “Don’t come in! I’m naked!”

She shut the door before saying, “Oh, Livvie! Steve’s here!”

I said, “Shit!” at the same time Dustin said into his radio’s mouthpiece, “Running out of time here!”

I walked out of his room as I heard Suzie tell him to hold on. Walking past Mom in the hallway, she told me to grab a slice of toast on my way out, which I told her I would, grabbing it and a banana before rushing out of the house, hearing Steve honk his horn. “Alright, Harrington! I’m coming!”

Opening the passenger side door, I tossed the banana at him, my piece of toast hanging between my teeth. As I buckled my seatbelt, he backed up out of our driveway and started towards Robin’s house before he sighed out and said, “Good morning, Henderson.” “Harrington,” I said, muffled through a bite of toast. I shook my head while taking the toast from between my teeth, saying, “Ew. No.”

He chuckled, handing the banana back to me. “You’re lucky I let you eat in my car.”

“At least I brush the crumbs off my legs when I get out of the car.” I finished my toast by the time we got to Robin’s house. Getting out of the car, I brushed the crumbs off my jeans, turning to go back in the passenger seat when Robin called out, “I need the front, Henderson!”

When I turned to face her, she shoved her shako into my hands, the yellow and white plume sticking out of the top. Yes, I know marching band lingo, shut up.

As we started driving, Steve was telling her about our date we had the other day when we had the day off. “And then we went to Enzo’s and had an amazing dinner–”

Leaning between the seats, I interrupted, “I literally thought he was going to propose, it was so freaking romantic.”

“And then we went back home and watched a movie–”

“Cuddling on the couch before I fell asleep to the movie.”

“What, no sex?” Robin asked.

Chuckling, I said, “No. Not that night. The next morning, however…”

“Gross.”

“You asked!” I exclaimed.

“Liv, I’m not fully awake yet. It is 7:00 in the morning, we have this stupid pep rally, and I woke up looking like a total corpse.” She pulled her face back after fluffing her hair a little bit.

“Oh, you’re worried about a basketball pep rally?” Steve asked. “You expect me to believe that?”

“Newsflash, Steve, you were in the pep rallies, remember?” I said, poking his cheek.

“Yeah? So?” Robin said.

“We all know what this is about,” I said, looking at her profile. “He’s not buying any bullshit. This is about Vickie.” I smiled at her as she turned her head to look at me. “Absolutely not.”

“Yes, it is, and you know what else I think?” Steve said.

“I don’t care–”

“I think you gotta stop pretending to be someone else when you’re around her.”

“You just gotta be yourself, love,” I said.

“You’re both quoting me to me, you do realize that right?” Robin said.

“Well, maybe you need to listen to yourself,” Steve said. “Ever think about that, smartypants? I mean, I listened. Look at me. Boom. Back in business.”

Looking at him, I deadpanned, “You’ve been in business, Steve. For over a year!”

“It’s not the same thing,” Robin said. “And Liv’s right.”

“Plus, when you asked out girls, they all said no,” I said. “Big deal. Nothing happened, other than your ego getting bruised–”

“I ask out the wrong girl, and bam, I’m a town pariah,” Robin added.

“Yeah, I’d buy that, except Vickie is definitely not the wrong girl,” Steve said.

“We just don’t know that, do we?”

“She returned Fast Times paused at 53 minutes, 5 seconds. Do you know who pauses Fast Times at 53 minutes, 5 seconds?”

Silence.

“Oh, my god,” I breathed. “People who like boobies, Robin!”

“Ew, don’t say boobies!” she said.

“I like boobies, Steve definitely likes boobies, you like boobies! Vickie definitely likes boobies,” I said.

“Wait, you like boobs?” they both asked.

“We’re not talking about me.”

We got to the high school, Robin and I getting out before I handed her her shako hat for the pep rally. We hugged before she ran off with her friends, chatting and walking them as she met up with them.

“Were we like this?” I asked, leaning over a little bit.

“Yup,” Steve said.

I looked at him, our eyes meeting. I smiled as he leaned in closer, our lips meeting for a second before I heard kids through the opened windows saying, “Get a room, Harrington!”

We pulled apart as I groaned, resting my forehead on his shoulder. “Get me off this campus before I beat the shit out of these sophomores.”

He chuckled, driving off to our day job that helps with the bills… metaphorically speaking.

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I was standing with Steve on our side of the counter when the phone rang, and because I was standing by the phone, I turned around and picked it up, answering it with “Family Video, this is Olivia speaking. How can I help you today?”

“Liv, I need you tonight for Hellfire.”

Chuckling, I said, “No way, Dustin. Not tonight.”

“What?! Come on!”

“I don’t even know how to play! Plus, I’ve got a date with Steve tonight.” I turned my head over my shoulder, watching Steve help out a female customer.

“Just move your date this one time! Come on.”

“What, to hang out with you and Eddie? I’ll pass this time.”

“What about Steve?”

“Negatory, little brother.”

“He’s just jealous because I have another older male friend.”

I heard the smug little smile on his stupid little face. “Yeah, I don’t think he feels the same. Besides, Steve and I really dig each other. I think that he could… well, I know he’s the one.” I watched as some girls walked into the store. “Oh, I got– well, Steve has customers. I’ll call you back.” I hung up the phone, faintly hearing Dustin say that he’s at school.

Turning my head over my shoulder, I whispered, “You're on, babe.”

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Once we were done with our shift, Steve and I went to grab a bite to eat before heading to the basketball game. I said hey to Nancy as we walked in and gave a small wave to Lucas with a thumbs up. He slightly smiled back at me, going back to his warm ups.

After Steve and I found a spot in the bleachers, I turned into him after he put his arm around my shoulders once we sat down. I looked up at him, asking, “Baby, would it bother you if we won this game after we’ve graduated?”

“Interesting point,” he said. “Thanks for bringing that up, babe.”

I chuckled, wrapping my arms around his middle while still looking at him. He looked down at me, giving me a chaste kiss on my lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said, a smile ever present on his face.

The principal came up to the microphone that was in the middle of the gym, asking, “Everyone now please rise for our national anthem.” You could hear everyone standing, collectively. “Singing for us tonight, we have a very special guest. All the way from Nashville, our very own Tammy Thompson!”

I clapped while looking confused at Steve as he looked over at Robin, a confused look on his face as well. Tammy started singing, the microphone giving feedback as she did.

“Told you,” Steve whispered. “Muppet.”

“Oh, my god,” I whispered, trying to hold back my laugh at either Steve calling her a muppet or her singing, I couldn’t decide. Maybe a little bit of both.

“Okay, she does sound like a Muppet,” Robin whispered.

“Oh, my god, totally,” I heard Vickie agree. “She sounds like Kermit.”

“I was thinking it was more like Miss Piggy.”

I snorted, turning my head into Steve’s shoulder, his hand coming up to rest on cheek from my shoulder.

When the game started, we got two baskets right off the rip. I honestly didn’t get basketball, I just knew the basics from what Steve had tried to explain to me over the years. But everytime he got to what he thinks is interesting stuff, I would always fall asleep.

I swear I was getting whiplash just watching the boys run up and down the gym, shooting baskets, colliding with one another, almost getting into fights with other team and the ref.

Seeing movement from the corner of my eye, I looked in Lucas’ direction, seeing him running onto the court. “Oh, my god. He’s putting Lucas in. He’s putting Lucas in!” I exclaimed, jumping in my seat, happy that one of my kids is actually playing.

I knew three of them were on school grounds with Hellfire, so I wasn’t worried about them. I wasn’t worried about Lucas either, moreso happy for him that he’s finally getting to play.

Steve was enthusiastic as ever, standing and shouting at our players to shoot the ball, to pass it, to not travel with the ball. I swear to god, seeing him in this element turned me on like no freaking other.

Steve and I were standing, the ball being passed and dribbled around before he said, “Shoot it!” as one of our players got the ball, making the basket.

A few more points in and Jason, the captain, called a timeout. The team huddled together as the drumline started to play a cadence. I secretly did band throughout middle school and freshman year of high school. I quit once Steve became King, not wanting him to be associated with a “nerd.”

Once the game continued, Jason got the ball, and from what I heard from Dustin, Jason’s a cocky motherfucker who thinks he's the top dog of the high school just because he’s King. No one will ever meet up to Steve as King.

Jason shot the ball, not making the basket at all. Ha ha! That’s what he gets. Lucas grabbed the ball as it bounced off the rim, breaking out of the huddle to run a few feet from the basket, turning around to make the shot as the buzzer went off.

You could hear everyone collectively stand again as the ball flew through the air. I could feel Steve behind me as we watched the ball bounce off the rim to the backboard and into the basket, giving us the Championship win!

Steve and I jumped, excited for Lucas and excited for the win. He wrapped me in his arms, giving me a kiss on the lips as the players and cheerleaders ran over to Lucas, chanting his name.

We had waited outside for the team to come out after hitting the showers, Lucas spotting us right away.

“Oh, my god,” I exclaimed, giving him a big hug. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks, Liv,” he said. When we pulled apart, he kept his hands on my shoulders. “Thanks for coming.”

“Of course!” I said. “I wouldn’t miss my little brother playing for the world!”

He smiled before looking at Steve, giving his thanks to him as well. Jason and his small crew came out, calling Lucas over to them. He walked with them as Steve and I started our own journey to his car.

I stopped him as I watched Dustin and the rest of Hellfire walk out of the school. He spotted me, raising his hands in the air. “Liv!” Dustin shouted. “We won!”

Giving him a smile, I raised my thumbs out to him, letting him know I was proud of him.

Steve and I went home that night and celebrated with a movie and popcorn, clothing optional.

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