#I wanted to do another page tonight but I am off to bed
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A Marriage Story
Summary: You met your husband Spencer at college and fell in love at first sight. A decade later, he’s struggling to be the man you need after spending months away in prison. Can you find your way back to each other even when outside influences want to keep you apart?
Content warnings: smut, fluff and angst all rolled into one, rough sex, oral sex, degradation, sub/dom dynamics, references to infidelity and divorce
WC: 10.7k
“Can’t sleep?” You peered into the living room to see your husband slouched across the sofa, sporting a stiff, groggy expression as he examined what looked to be a pine-green leatherbound book.
“It would appear that way, wouldn’t it?” He mumbled in response, barely looking up. Spencer was snarky by nature- it was something you’d grown accustomed to and even found endearing- but you were woefully unprepared for just how much would change following his stint in prison.
“You can barely read in here, it’s so dark.” You grumbled as you stretched to turn on an orange light posted in the corner. Your fingertips brushed past the bobbly canvas of the lampshade as you recalled how the appliance was a wedding gift. You weren’t exactly sure who bestowed it to you but the memory made you a little misty-eyed.
“And you don’t have your glasses either.” You muttered under your breath as you readily paced to your bedroom down the hall to retrieve his black-rimmed specs. “Here you go.” You extended your arm out, waiting for him to take them out of your grasp but he paid no notice.
“Spence.” You nudged him but he just shook his head wordlessly and retreated into his pages even more, squinting profusely. Perching beside him, you tucked his unruly waves out of his face and nestled them behind his ear before carefully sliding on his glasses, letting them rest on the delicate bridge of his nose.
“Thanks.” He whispered after a while and you tried your best not to sigh at the state of your husband. His under eyes throbbed purple, the darkness consuming them in a veiny, crescent spill. There was no avoiding the way Spencer’s eyes had gradually dullened, as if the light had drained from them entirely.
“It’s 3 in the morning, my love. Clearly that stiff sofa isn’t doing you any favours, why don’t you try sleeping in our bed tonight?” You hummed, nervously pawing at his forearm in anticipation of his answer.
“Not tonight.” He dismissed, shaking off your hand as he recoiled from you.
“You always said that sleeping with me put your mind to rest. Let me scoop you up into my arms and I’ll bet those nightmares will ease right up.” You nuzzled into him playfully, badly craving that now unfamiliar warmth. It had been 3 months since Spencer returned home from jail and another 3 since you’d even slept in the same room.
“That was back then.” He replied coldly, swallowing a lump in his throat before finally looking up to meet your gaze. “The sofa is just fine now.”
“So you plan on spending the rest of our marriage sleeping in here, do you?” You laughed in disbelief, overwhelmed by the incredible misfortune that had struck your husband- and by cursed extension, you.
“I didn’t say that.” He ripped off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose with tired frustration. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“I have been more than understanding.” You observed the broken man hunched over before you with both pity and unbridled anger. “But my lenience has a limit. At some point, you have to get over it.”
“You don’t know what I’ve been through.” He snapped back, almost interrupting.
“Because you won’t tell me.” You countered, blood pressure rising over his incredulous obstinance. “How am I supposed to help you if you don’t let me?”
“I don’t need your help.” He scoffed, shuffling back as if the slightest contact with you made his skin crawl.
“I am your wife.” You uttered solemnly, the words beginning to sound foreign to you both. “Or have you forgotten?”
“How could I? You never leave me alone.” He stated carelessly with such absurd cruelty that it made your heart split in two.
“Who are you? I don’t even recognise you anymore.” Your voice trembled as tears swelled and you willed yourself not to fall apart entirely right then and there.
“I don’t recognise myself either.” He murmured inaudibly.
Awkwardly plumping the pillows you had flattened as you rose, you straightened out your cotton nightie and headed towards the solitary bedroom, leaving Spencer glaring shamefully at the floor.
“Do you remember our wedding day?” You whispered into the doorway, unsure whether he would even hear.
“Of course I do.” He sighed heavily, as if the memory hurt him and he wasn’t too grateful for the reminder.
Realising that those were the only words you’d be able to coax out of him tonight, you proceeded down the corridor and slumped into bed defeatedly. The right side of the bed was always kept empty, partly out of habit and partly out of hope that he might, by some miracle, change his mind one of these nights and join you. A particular quote that your husband once read aloud from a Nietzsche book sprang to mind: “In reality, hope is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs the torments of man.” He had laughed it off as the words left his perfect lips, dismissing the mournful proclamation as pessimistic melodrama- but now you wondered whether the boy genius had, for once, been wrong. Clutching a rumpled old pillow close to your chest, you thought back to better days as your melancholy lulled you to sleep.
“Spencer, you’re so annoying.” You playfully slapped his forearm once you caught sight of the little drawings he was leaving in your notebook. “This journal is for my notes, not your mediocre art. Is that one meant to be me?” You pointed at the silly stickman with long hair and a speech bubble declaring ‘I love Spencer’.
“Well you’re obviously not the ruggedly handsome one.” He gestured at the nerdy-looking bespectacled caricature of himself. It was evident he didn’t have the highest self regard but you couldn’t figure out why- to you, there was no one more perfect. “Do you write about me in your little diary?” He glided the pages out of your reach and began flicking through their contents with a sneer. Knowing exactly what he would find, you allowed him to skim through your written confession as you witnessed his expression soften.
“I met a guy today in my criminology class.” He muttered, reading an early entry aloud. “I hardly know anything about him, but I’m already certain I want to spend the rest of my life with him. Is that crazy? To love a complete stranger? I think I would let him drive me into the furthest depths of insanity if it meant I could hold onto a piece of him forever.”
You blushed hearing your own words spilling from his lips, recalling the day you met on your first day of college.
“Wait.” Spencer put your notebook down before frantically rummaging through his backpack to retrieve his own. Yanking out a pine-green leatherbound journal, he flitted through its pages before turning it around and sliding it across the library desk. “Read this here.” He tapped a passage located right around the middle with an impatient forefinger.
“Okay…” You drawled hesitantly, sliding your textbooks out of the way to focus on the script put before you. “I met a girl today. That doesn’t really happen to me. Liking aforementioned girl is even more of a rarity but today, I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning. There I was, my nose deep in a second edition tome of Fundamentals of Research in Criminal Justice when someone who could only be described as a blinding ray of sunshine bounded into the lecture hall. When she took a seat in the back row beside me and made a deliciously snide comment over Garland’s incompetency in examining the Lombrosian Project, I knew I was a goner. Note to self: do further research on what it means to be ‘in love’.”
“Yours was a little more romantic.” He chuckled, observing the incredulous look on your face.
“Spence…” You shook your head as you grabbed his hand and tried unsuccessfully to convey the complexity of your feelings. “I- I don’t know what to say.”
“I love you.” He said simply, like he had many times before but you never grew tired of hearing it.
“I love you too.” You grinned, resisting the urge to kiss him and give surrounding students in the stuffy library a show.
“Can I ask you something crazy? But promise not to think about it too much.” He chewed on his bottom lip with an almost crazed look in his eyes.
“You can’t surprise me anymore.” You nodded, giggling.
“Do you want to get married?” The question made you break out into a flurry of goosebumps, contradicting your last sentence entirely.
“W-what?” You raised your eyebrows, listening intently for a sign that he was just teasing.
“Right now. Lets go somewhere and get married.” You scanned his handsome face in shock as you realised he was being serious.
“B-but we’re only 22. We’re so young.”
“Yes, we are.” He calmly responded, allowing you to run through all your doubts.
“A-and we still haven’t graduated.”
“No, we haven’t.” He shook his head.
“And oh, our parents would be so mad!”
“They very well might be. Marry me anyway.” He flashed a broad, toothy smile and the way it made your heart stop gave you the only indication you needed.
“Okay.” You smiled.
“Okay?!” He repeated in surprise.
“Okay. I’ll marry you.”
Spencer shot out of his seat, lifting you up with him as he grabbed you by the face, planting excitable kisses over your lips and cheeks.
“Don’t we need to make appointments for this kind of thing?” You squeaked out between kisses, the logistical cogs in your mind whirring.
“Well, baby.” He paused, gazing into your eyes with a mischevious twinkle. “It’s a good thing we live in Vegas.”
Grabbing each other’s hand with a fervour you thought would last forever, you headed straight to a walk-in chapel, where along with two drunken witnesses you dragged off the street and a pair of vending machine wedding bands, you officiated your love. The haughtily dressed minister, who resembled a cowboy more than a government official thanks to his white, studded getup- took several takes before agreeing to ordain the ceremony. “Crazy kids…” he muttered under his breath when you managed to persuade him, ushering you down the altar with a disapproving sigh.
Spencer marvelled at how you could look so beautiful in a cheap, rented veil and he vowed that day that he would never dare take you for granted. He would make damn sure to remember just how blessed he was, no matter what life threw at him.
He remained true to his word for the most part, proceeding to spend the next decade or so faithfully by your side. As in most areas of his life, Spencer excelled at being a husband. After his first substantial promotion, he knew exactly what to spend all his savings on: he made a beeline to Tiffany’s for a long overdue engagement ring, surprising you with the small robin’s-egg-blue box on a random Tuesday night. You loved it, of course, and gushed over the lavish diamond, proudly flashing it to anyone who would let you- though you kept your tarnished old band on your bedside table and observed it with nostalgic fondness.
Every promise Spencer made, Spencer kept. From the silly details down to the crux of your marriage, he was unfalteringly respectful, supportive and always appreciative.
You certainly weren’t too shabby playing the part of his wife either. Dinner was always on the table, the house was always spick and span and you had no shortage of tight outfits to greet him home dressed up in. You hadn’t ever anticipated your role in life would be that of a housewife but Spencer made it easy- and if you had to be one, a loving, handsome genius was the man for the job. You figured you could do worse.
When the company you worked for years ago filed for bankruptcy and you were too burnt out to look elsewhere, your husband was more than happy to assume his new position as the breadwinner.
While the thought of relying on a man used to inundate you with horror, this particular man was like something out of a movie- for him, you made every exception, choosing a life of domestic bliss in suburbia over the dreams you once had. You weren’t the most fulfilled woman in the world but you’d never had serious concerns- until this year. It wasn’t Spencer’s habit of overprioritising work, nor his stretch in prison- it wasn’t even the thousand yard stare that painted his face at all hours of the day following his release.
It was the arrival of the sudden and unprecedented thought that he might actually leave you.
As many fights as you’d had over the years, the possibility that Spencer may not be the man you spend the rest of your life with had never once crossed your mind- you had it ticked off as a definite and planned your life accordingly around that simple fact. You thought you had agreed that nothing could ever tear you apart.
But now; the way he recoiled when you came near him and the disdain that dripped from his voice when he spoke to you had you reconsidering whether the man you knew would ever make a return.
It was your biggest fear and everything your mother had warned you about; her nauseating words gnawed at you as you remembered how staunchly she opposed your impromptu decision to get married. She never really accepted Spencer- choosing instead to graciously tolerate him as a favour to you, but neither of you were under any illusions as to what her real thoughts on the matter were.
“There you are, I was beginning to think you stood me up.” The lofty voice of your mother rang out and the air sharply shifted around her.
“Sorry, mother. I- uh, woke up a little late. Got caught in the midday traffic.” You sniffled, trying your utmost to be subtle over the fact you’d spent all morning weeping pathetically in bed.
“Yes, I suppose that’s something you can afford being unemployed and childless.” She scoffed, suspiciously eyeing up your puffy face. “Though I suspect traffic isn’t to blame on this particular occasion.”
“Of course it is.” You dismissed, taking a seat before her at the garden restaurant you had agreed to meet for lunch in. It was a little too snooty for your taste, but then so was she.
Burying your face in the menu before she had the chance to inspect your somewhat ragged appearance further, you tried to ignore her heavy sighing.
“I worry about you, you know.” She lowered your menu with a pristinely manicured finger.
“Oh trust me, I know.” You rolled your eyes and snatched the menu back, eyeing up the scandalously named cocktails and wondering how many you could get away with ordering.
“I’m being serious. Your whole life revolves around him. And he’s a mess. You know what that makes you?” She reached into her handbag and fished for a compact mirror.
“Please, enlighten me.” You groaned as she checked her mauve lipstick.
“A mess by extension.” She haughtily added, snapping the mirror closed with a snappy click. “And it’s my job as your mother to set you straight.”
“Lucky me.” You muttered, disinterested.
“Listen to me, young lady. I don’t care how old you get or how much you think you know, I know better. You need to come back down to Earth and realise that your marriage is failing.” She snakes her hand across the table and places it on top of your own. “Prison changes a man. He’s not the Spencer you once knew.”
“You think I don’t know that?” You retorted stroppily. “I know he’s changed but that doesn’t mean we’re going to- we’re not getting a- you know…”
“Divorce?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, that.” You shrugged.
“It fills me with deep concern that you can’t even say the word. How are you going to function when he leaves you?”
“Mother!” You gasped.
“Oh, if and when, same thing.” She waved a hand in the air dismissively, her nimble pearl bracelets clinking against one another. “My point is, darling, you must accept that there’s a…significant possibility your life will change. You need to be ready for it.”
“No.” You shook your head, refusing to let her words sink in. “Spence wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t leave me.”
“Oh?” She finally removed her sunglasses and you caught sight of the genuine concern in her steely eyes. “What did he say to you before you left this morning?”
Your eyes shot to the floor as you remembered how he’d elected to go to work early, leaving the house without a farewell as was his routine these days. Seeing the anxiety and shame written all over your face, your mother sighed yet again.
“Men in these situations often seek comfort in others.” She softened her tone but not her words. “You’re too close to the situation to make him feel better about it. You know too much.”
“What are you trying to say?” You squinted.
“He needs to feel like a man right now. And you can’t give him that.” She innocently sipped from the paper straw floating in her lemon water.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You dismissed her, the thought of Spencer cheating inconceivable.
“Look out for the signs. If he’s working late too often, if he has secretive phone calls…” She trailed off. “It can’t hurt to pay attention.”
Although you tried not to let them, her words had a nagging way of worming themselves into your brain and never coming back out.
Later that evening, you returned to the empty confines of your house and spent several hours anxiously flitting your eyes to the clock on the wall. He should’ve been home early today.
“Spence, is that you?” You called out once you heard the faint clicking of the door unlocking. The slow thudding of his heavy footsteps was heard before he entered your bedroom, looking very weary and sporting even more stubble than usual.
“Who else would it be?” He asked with a shadow of a smile. Offering no explanation, he peeled off his blazer and loosened his tie as he perched on the edge of the bed.
“Must be a really tough case you’re working on with the amount of overtime shifts you’ve been putting in.” You cleared your throat.
“It’s, uh, it’s been a tricky one. Yeah.” A deafening silence followed his obscure reply.
“Did you give any more thought to taking time off work?” You continued, yearning to wrap your arms around him but resisting.
“No. I mean, yes I did, but I don’t want any time off. It wouldn’t help, I can hardly stand being at home.” You gulped at the hurtful connotation and he turned around to face you. “No, I didn’t mean like that. Not because of you. You know what I’m trying to say.”
“Not sure I do.” You muttered under your breath.
“I’m sorry. I’m a mess.” He dropped his head into his hands and took a deep, stabilising breath. “I just need time.”
“Of course, Spence, I understand that. It’s only that- well, i-it’s been 6 months. 6 months of me doting on you and letting you get away with acting and speaking to me however you like. At what point does it end?” Your words had a desperate tinge to them. “I need some kind of indication.”
“I can’t tell you the exact time and date that I will forget everything that happened to me.” He stood up with a huff and you knew you’d touched a nerve.
“Don’t get defensive, I’m just trying to talk to you.” You got up and stood beside him, laying a flat palm to his chest. “To get through to you somehow, anyhow.”
You could feel his warm, unsteady breath on your skin as he scrunched his eyes shut, wanting to be anywhere but here.
“Why can’t you talk to me? You used to be able to tell me everything.” Your voice cracked as you rubbed your thumb across his cheek pleadingly.
“I can’t give you what you want. Not right now.” He gently lowered your hand and stared into your eyes apologetically.
“We haven’t made love in so long.” You murmured hesitantly and he shot you an irksome look. You hated to bring it up but the pain of his rejection was getting too much to bear- you had to let him know how badly you needed him.
“Is that why you’ve been on my case so much lately?” He raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
“No, of course not.” You sighed. “Not the only reason, at least.”
“Sorry, baby. I’ve been too busy dealing with major trauma to factor in your sex drive.” He quipped sarcastically.
“That’s not fair, Spencer.” You had anticipated such a response but your heart dropped anyway when you heard it. “It’s not just about that and you know it. I just miss my husband- all of him.”
“Things change.” He mumbled.
“Well, will they ever change back?” You snapped a little. “Tell me right now, can I get my husband back? Matter of fact, do you even want to come back?”
Your eyes betrayed you with a steady stream of tears pouring down your reddened cheeks.
“Do you still want me?” Your voice quivered, praying he wouldn’t take this opportunity to shatter you completely.
“Yes. I do.” He answered simply though there was an air of conflict about him. “I’ve loved being your husband. I just, I- not now. I just can’t. I can’t do it.”
He shook his head and paced out to the hall, shutting the living room door loudly once he was safely inside.
Your blood began to boil. All the grace and understanding you’d shown him this year and he couldn’t even finish a conversation without running away like a coward.
“You bastard. Come back here right now, Reid.” You barked out, running after him. “Or so help me God-.”
“You’ll do what?” He opened up, lean figure resting against the door frame. ”You gonna kill me, honey?”
“I just might!” You shrieked frustratedly. “I’m so unbelievably sick of you doing nothing but sulking and feeling sorry for yourself. Enough is enough. Wake up and smell the fucking flowers!” You crossed your arms, exasperated and a small smirk spread across his handsome face. “You’re smiling.”
“Such good attention to detail. This is exactly why I married you.” He winked and you slapped his arm a little too forcefully. “Yes, I’m smiling. You’re adorable when you’re bratty.”
“If being at my wits end with you means being a brat then yes, I’m the biggest brat in the world!” You started bawling- you knew it was irrational but you were too sensitive and overwhelmed with emotion to let his teasing slide.
“I know, I know. It’s okay, shh.” He pulled you in close, pressing your delicate head against his chest. “Come on, my love. You know I can’t stand seeing you cry.”
“How come you’ve been letting me do it every night, then?” You whimpered, pitiful words swallowed by the fabric of his white work shirt.
“I didn’t think it was that bad.” He looked down at you, a noxious blend of guilt and sympathy flickering in his tired eyes. “I-I thought you understood.”
“Understood what?” You let out a muffled murmur as you drew in his heady scent, the musky cologne combined with his sweat soothing your overwrought senses.
“That even though I’m in a dark place-” He lowered his face until you felt his hot breath against your flushed cheeks. “It doesn’t, for a single second, mean that I don’t love you.”
“Really?” You gazed up at him lamentably. “It was starting to feel that way, li-like nothing I did was good enough.”
“I’m sorry.” He almost winced, his regret tangible in how tightly he held you. “It’s not you, you’re perfect. You’ve been patient and understanding and I’ve completely put our marriage on the back burner….there’s no excuse.” He fell back into the sofa, pulling you down into his lap as he gently spoke.
“God it was just the weight of it all- the weight of how long it was taking me to shake it off. The longer it took, the more I felt like a failure and I couldn’t stand coming home to you every night and disappointing you. Seeing the unfalteringly hopeful look on your face and knowing it’d be wiped off after one conversation with me…I started avoiding you.”
“Spence…” You wilted like a flower at his confession.
“But that was selfish, I know that.” He took your face in his hands and professed earnestly. “I can’t apologise enough, my love.”
“Where’s this coming from all of a sudden?” Your heart leapt as your husband’s familiar warmth flooded you- and while you were grateful to get a glimpse of the old Spencer, you were also confused by the abrupt shift in his demeanour- if not suspicious.
“Honestly? You getting pissed off flipped a switch in me.” He looked just as puzzled as you at the admission. “All this time you haven’t gotten mad once- even when you’re upset, you’re always sweet. I guess it took you acting out of character to make me see just how badly I’ve been treating you. You brought me to my senses by threatening me.”
“And I’ll make good on that threat if you keep shutting me out.” You wagged a finger at him and he chuckled, clasping your hand and planting a soft kiss over it.
“If I ever talk to you like that again, you have my full permission to kill me.”
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” You scowled at him playfully and he patted your damp cheeks with the sleeve of his shirt, drying the remnants of your tears.
“I was reading my journal from our college days last night.” He admitted as you soaked up how good it felt to be in his arms again.
“I knew that dusty old green thing looked familiar!” You bit your lip to contain the smile about to burst through. “Why were you looking through that?”
“I needed a reminder of what kind of man I vowed to be. To stay true to that little nerd who couldn’t believe his luck when he got to marry you.” He pressed his forehead against yours as he filled your head with words you’d spent the last 6 months dreaming about. “If you’ll have me, I’d love to sleep in our bed again tonight.”
“You mean it, Spence? You really don’t have to if you don’t-“
“No, I really do. You’re my home, baby. And I’ve been away from home for too long.” He pulled you in closer until his lips gently met yours, kissing you so sweetly you thought you might melt.
“God, I missed you.” You whispered as a shudder ran down your spine, his touch proving to be too much after you’d spent so long deprived.
“I missed you more. I promise I’ll make it up to you. For all my mistakes.” He cooed but you weren’t even paying attention, all your focus centred on the dizzying way his large palm stroked your back.
“Come on, let’s get you into bed.” He whispered, nudging his shoulder against your own.
“Mhm…” You moaned lazily, allowing him to drag you up and guide you into the comfort of your bedroom, which instantly seemed more welcoming now that you knew he was finally joining you.
“There, all tucked in.” He beamed after stuffing the edges of the duvet beneath your languid body. “I just need to change and brush my teeth, I’ll be right in.” He kissed your forehead and sauntered over to the adjoining bathroom.
Before you could surrender to sleep, you pawed clumsily at the nightstand in search of your phone, overcome with the urge to message your mother- you just had to let her know she was wrong. Composing a text to assure her your marriage was no longer in danger, you sent it through with a satisfied sigh. Unexpectedly, the screen lit up not a moment after you’d put it down, accompanied by a quiet chirp that let you know she had sent one back.
“Don’t let your guard down. Guilt is a powerful thing.” Her ominous words pulsed off the screen and left you feeling queasy.
“Remember what I said. Look for the signs.” A second text flashed across the screen.
You dropped the phone with a shaky clatter, as if your hands couldn’t wait to be rid of the thing. How could she remain insistent that Spencer had been cheating when he’d given next to no indication of it? You would’ve chalked it all down to her longstanding aversion to him and fallen into a peaceful slumber- if it wasn’t for the muttering you heard coming from the other side of the bathroom door.
Like a jumpy cat, you raised yourself against the headboard at once and listened with bated breath. Struggling to make out a complete sentence as the running water smothered his words, you cautiously crept over to the door and ever so slightly pressed your ear against it.
“I appreciate that but I can’t. We’ll have to reschedule.” Spencer’s muffled voice rang out, sounding slightly stressed. “No, I’m not thinking about leaving. I know I need you. Yes. Everything’s fine, I’m just not free tonight.”
You let out an exasperated breath, in pure disbelief over what you’d overheard. Before you could gather your thoughts, the tap stopped running and you heard the sound of shuffling footsteps, prompting you to leap into bed and swathe yourself amongst the covers.
“You asleep already, baby?” He whispered when he emerged from the bathroom, pressing his warm, pyjama-clad body flat against yours. You said nothing, remaining as still as a church mouse as he cosily nestled his face into the crook of your neck and dozed off. While your husband enjoyed the best sleep he’d had in the better part of a year, you spent the remainder of the night staring into the expanse of your dark ceiling, paralysed with fear.
A Saturday morning was usually yours and Spencer’s favourite day of the week; it meant you could sleep in, have breakfast in bed and make love until noon all in glorious succession. This particular Saturday was markedly different- partly because Spencer had been called into work- and partly because you couldn’t go a second without driving yourself crazy thinking about his affair.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can, Hotch is insisting he needs the whole team together.” Spencer rolled his eyes as he hopped around in a struggle to get his socks on. You sat up in bed and nodded complacently, not wanting to set off any alarm bells to your profiler husband. “Hey babe?” He asked, fiddling with his tie.
“Hm?” You smiled innocuously.
“How would you feel if you had to start working again?” He bit his lip and looked at you, full of intrigue. “Would you manage?”
“Umm, I-I don’t know.” You stuttered, caught off guard completely by his question. “Why do you ask?”
“Didn’t you have dreams? Goals you wanted to accomplish?” He asked sincerely and a thinly veiled panic began to rise in you.
“Sure, I guess. I didn’t plan on abandoning them but- I don’t know, life got in the way and other things took priority.”
“Hm. Okay.” He looked absorbed in thought as he grabbed his blazer. “I’ve got to run- how about I meet you for dinner at that new steakhouse in town? We’ve got a lot of things to discuss.”
“We do?” You gulped.
“I know I do.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead as you desperately tried to read his body language. “See you later.”
“Bye, honey.” You choked out as he breezed out the door, leaving you with bile rising up your throat.
You hated to admit it, but your mother was right.
“And-and then he told her he needed her!” You blubbed down the phone when you finally plucked up the courage to call her later that day. “And don’t you dare say you told me so!”
“I wasn’t going to say that.” Your mother retorted dishonestly.
“But that’s not all- before he left this morning, he was asking me how I’d feel if I had to start working again!” You whined, your body racked with so much anxiety it made you nauseous.
“He’s trying to gauge how you’d cope if you no longer had him to financially rely on.” She sighed knowingly. “He’s trying to subconsciously prepare you. It’s almost thoughtful- in his own strange, dysfunctional way. Typical Spencer.”
“You really think this is it? He’s done with me?” You sniffed, desperately hanging onto the last thread of hope. “This might just all be a big misunderstanding.”
“I don’t think so, sweetheart. I mean, the late nights, the phone call, the interrogation about your career. And the spontaneous apologetic outburst. It’s clear to see he’s bursting at the seams with guilt.” She tutted, feigning sympathy- but you knew she’d been waiting for Spencer to slip up for years. As much as it might have pained her to see her daughter like this, the satisfaction of knowing Spencer was almost out of her life outweighed the anguish.
“So now what do I do?” You whinged, the last thread snapped.
“You’re going to dress up in the tightest outfit you have, drive down to that restaurant and tell him you want a divorce.” She instructed with her signature self-assured candidness.
“B-but I don’t want a divorce.” You mumbled meekly, acutely aware of how pitiable you sounded.
“I’m afraid you don’t have much of a choice.”
Her words resounded in your aching brain as you rummaged through your closet looking for an outfit that fit the brief, ultimately settling on a satin black mini dress- Spencer’s favourite.
Driving to the restaurant rehearsing your parting words was nothing short of excruciating. You adored your husband just as much as you did the day you first met; spotting him in that lecture hall, shiny brown hair slicked back as he twiddled a pen between his spindly fingers and scrunched his eyebrows up in displeasure at the set text. It was like a bolt of lightning struck you- love at first sight.
How did you get to the point of divorce? Your brain was racked with potential guesses as to where along the line you lost him. Were you not interesting enough? You wanted to get your career back on track but you assumed Spencer would prefer a stay-at-home wife. Is that where you went wrong? Perhaps some woman at work was more engaging, perhaps he had more mutual interests with her than his boring wife.
Pulling into the parking lot, you braced yourself to head for the entrance and find your soon-to-be ex-husband. Who would get the car in the divorce? He paid for it so you supposed the courts would award it to him.
“Oh God.” You muttered under your breath, head spinning as you waited inside for a hostess. If you went by that logic, you’d be left with nothing.
“Do you have a reservation?” The young worker hobbled over breathlessly.
“Uh- probably, under a Mr Reid.” You twiddled your thumbs as she searched her database.
“Oh, he’s already been seated, just down there.” She pointed in his direction and you saw the back of his head, luscious curls nestling around the base of his neck. You sighed, he was going to be a tough one to get over.
“Baby, there you are.” He rose from his seat to plant a quick kiss on your cheek and as always, pull out your chair. Where were you going to find someone as gentlemanly as him? “Are you okay?”
“Sure.” You managed a small smile though you were sure he saw right through it.
“I’ve already ordered us some wine, they had that white zinfandel you like.” He said, pouring you a glass.
“Trying to get me drunk, Reid?” You swirled the liquid around, inhaling the sweet aroma.
“From half a bottle?” He chuckled nervously, your mannerisms already causing suspicion. “No, I want you sober for tonight.”
“That’s unkind.” You muttered unintelligibly, knocking back your glass in one go.
“Woah, slow down.” He cautioned as you clinked your glass against the bottle, prompting him to hesitantly pour you another.
“You sure everything’s okay?”
“Yes, great. What did you need to talk to me about?” You braced yourself for impact.
“Okay, well, I know it would be a big change but just hear me out. I think in the long run, it’d be better for you if-“
“Actually, no. Everything’s not okay.” You slurred, the alcohol already impairing your senses.
“Oh? What’s the matter?” He asked anxiously, fidgeting with his wedding band.
“I want a divorce.” You blurted out tastelessly.
“You- what?” Spencer’s eyes widened as he blinked rapidly. “A divorce?”
“You heard me.” You gulped, trying your hardest to be stern even though you were about to fall apart. “You’ve run out of chances with me.”
“Baby, what? I-I know it’s been rocky but I thought we talked it through? You seemed just fine last night, I don’t understand.” He shook his head, eyebrows raised so high a painful-looking row of wrinkles stacked up on his forehead.
“I thought we were fine too, but I was wrong.” You took another glug of liquid courage as you avoided eye contact, knowing you would cave if you took even one glance at his big, round eyes.
“I know I don’t have much room to complain after what I’ve put you through but can’t we at least talk about it first?” He pleaded, heart jumping out of his chest.
“What is there to talk about, Spencer? You couldn’t come to me so you closed yourself off and found comfort in another woman- God knows how long this has been going on while I’ve been here pining after you like an idiot-“
“What?” He raised his hand, signalling you to pause your rambling.
“Don’t play dumb, I know you’ve been cheating on me.” You scoffed, determined not to fall victim to his gaslighting.
“What the hell are you talking about?” His mournful expression was replaced by one of bewilderment.
“I heard you last night on the phone to her. Who is she?” You cocked your head, a little smug over the fact that you’d caught him- what kind of a genius calls his mistress while his wife’s next door?
To your surprise, Spencer broke out into a laugh, taking his head into his hands as he shook it in relief. “You got me, baby. You caught me.” He smiled dazedly.
“I did, so I don’t know why you’re smiling.” You scowled.
“You caught me talking to my therapist.” He shot you an unimpressed glare. “I started seeing her 2 weeks ago and I didn’t want to tell you in case it didn’t work out. I didn’t want you getting your hopes up. But Jesus, baby. Divorce? That’s where you landed?”
“It’s not just that!” You jumped to your own defence. “How do you explain all the late nights at work- and that conversation we had this morning about my career?”
“That’s what I was going to talk to you about today. I got you a job.” He stated.
“Huh? Why?” You gawked, hesitant to believe anything he said.
He took a deep breath, shuffling his chair a little closer and taking your hand.
“Look, baby, I know you try your hardest to be a great wife. Too hard, if anything, and you’ve always been exceptional and far too good for me. As much as I love your dedication, you need to think about your own needs and prioritise those for a change. It’s no secret that you’ve been feeling unfulfilled for a while now, I can see it from a mile away. I should’ve addressed it sooner but, well, you know.”
“Spence?” You shook your head in uncertainty, wondering how you could’ve been so wrong.
“I should’ve never let you give your career up. I should’ve pushed you harder but I just loved having you at home all the time, it’s selfish, I know. My job is stressful but it gives me a sense of purpose, one I know you crave.” He explained, trying not to giggle at your awestruck face and your inability to form a single sentence. “What I’m saying is, I want to see you reignite that old passion you had. How would you feel about joining me in the BAU?”
Nothing could’ve prepared you for his admission and tears of shock and immense relief began coursing down your face. “Spencer, I can’t believe this.”
“In hindsight, I should’ve talked to you about it first but I thought it might be a nice surprise- I’m an idiot, you don’t have to take it, of course, if you don’t want to.” He backtracked, suddenly aware of how flawed his plan was.
“That’s the best news I’ve heard in a very long time.” You uttered softly.
“R-really? You want to do it?” He raised his eyebrows in that adorably curious way of his.
“I don’t know how you managed to figure out I wanted a job before I did, but I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Yes, I want to do it.” You nodded, too consumed with excitement to mull over your embarrassingly wrong assumptions.
“Now, it’s only a low-level position for the time being, just to ease you into the transition but you have the potential to-“
“I’ll be with you.” You smiled simply.
“Yes, for the most part. I thought it’d be a good way to spend more time together- not including the times when I’d have to fly out and can’t take you with me yet, although-“
“Spencer.” You interrupted him. “Thank you.”
“Well, of course. Anything for you.” He squeezed your hands and you felt the anxiety throb away. “Can’t believe you thought I was cheating.”
“You gave me some major indicators!” You scrunched your face up awkwardly. “And my mother pointed out that-“
“Ah, there we go.” He sighed, unimpressed. “That woman has had it out for me for the better part of a decade.”
“Sorry, baby, you know she has a talent for burrowing inside my head.” You confessed shyly, aware you should’ve known better.
“I’m going to talk to her.” Spencer declared.
“Huh?”
“First thing tomorrow, we’re going to her house and I’m throwing it all out there. After a decade of pent-up resentment, it’s time.”
Spencer usually avoided your mother at all costs, electing to work overtime on weekends when she decided to visit and often coming down with mysterious ailments during the holidays that prevented him from attending her get-togethers.
“Can’t wait to see how that turns out.” You chuckled gleefully. “And therapy, baby? Wow. I’m so proud of you.”
“I was sceptical at first but I think it’s helping- I’m learning to compartmentalise the issues and most importantly, not take them out on you.” He stared into your eyes and your breath hitched; even after so many years, he had a way of making you feel impossibly shy.
“You sound like a new man, Mr Reid.” You teased, the wine floating around your bloodstream in a way that made you deliciously fuzzy.
“It’s all because of you, Mrs Reid.” A smirk tugged at his lips.
“So we’re really okay?” You asked in disbelief, immeasurably relieved that the rollercoaster seemed to be at an end. “What now?”
“I’ll tell you.” He drawled in a softly seductive tone. “We’re going to order dinner and dessert, I’m going to get you a little too drunk.” He dropped his hand to your thigh, trailing up it as he spoke. “And then I’m going to take you home and fuck you.”
“Oh.” You squeaked, breaking into tingles at the prospect.
“That sound good, doll?” He kneaded your inner thigh and you felt your body go numb as words failed you. “I thought so.”
Seeing that the bottle on your table was glisteningly empty, Spencer beckoned over a waiter.
“Give me your most expensive wine.” He smirked while ordering. “We’re celebrating.”
Although he was a law-abiding federal agent, Spencer ran more than a few red lights that evening given the ravenous way his wife stared at him from the passenger seat, crawling out of her skin with the desire to touch him. As soon as he pulled into the driveway, you were both in a desperate rush to get inside. You clawed at Spencer’s shirt while he shakily tried to unlock the door, trembling with anticipation.
“H-hang on, baby.” The sound of clinking keys mixed with his groans. “God…”
You left messy, wet kisses all down his neck as he finally pushed the door open, taking you into his arms and guiding you indoors.
“Right- mm, here.” You whined between kisses, gesturing at the sofa as you kicked your heels off.
“My desperate girl, can’t even wait long enough to get to the bedroom.” He teased as he pushed you down onto the couch, hooking onto the waistband of your tights with his bony fingers and slowly dragging them down your legs- leaving small kisses down your thighs and calves in the process.
You let out impatient whimpers as he folded your dress up over itself and dragged down your panties.
“Were these your ‘I’m a strong woman’ divorce panties?” He chuckled as he yanked the tiny lace garment off your feet and threw it behind him.
“I needed as much confidence as I could muster.” You pulled him closer by the tie for a heated kiss. “I was about to lose the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“You could never lose me.” He stared into your eyes with a dizzying intensity that made all the blood rush to your heat. “You’re my wife…” He drawled huskily as he ripped the front panel of your dress open. “Until the day I die.” Looping his fingers around it, he tore the material further with a loud tug, leaving your bare tits bouncing out of the tight fabric. “You jump to conclusions like it’s a full-time job.” He pressed his lips against your hot skin. “But I love you.” You wanted to laugh but a moan escaped your lips instead when he wrapped his tongue around one nipple, grasping the other with a rough hand. “And my God, do you have the best tits I’ve ever seen.”
You raked your fingers through his thick, messy hair as you squirmed beneath him, sure that if he made you wait any longer you’d start crying.
“Patience, baby. You’ll get it.” He whispered, dragging his lips down your body and leaving goosebumps in his wake. He left sloppy, open-mouth kisses along your thighs, so near your heat you could feel his warm breath fanning it.
“P-please, Spence, please.” You muttered, bucking your hips to close the distance between you.
“You know I always give my girl what she wants.” He breathed heavily, snaking his arms around your shaky hips and tugging you closer to drag his tongue across your clit. You melted into the sofa as he sucked on your most sensitive spot, locking you into an unescapable vice with his strong arms.
“Mmh…” You threw your head back, still squirming as he ate you with such passion and hunger that you committed every godless detail to memory. His hair became increasingly dishevelled as you twisted it into messy knots, fidgeting with the curls as he licked broad stripes up your clit with fanatical force.
“Fuck, fuck…” You grew delirious as he sped up, legs trembling from how good he was making you feel; you desperately pressed yourself further against his mouth, wanting to be devoured until there was nothing left.
“Can-can I, please, can you- oh God.” You rambled nonsensically as he showed no sign of slowing down, worshipping you with his tongue until you felt like blacking out. He groaned in approval as he flitted across your wet slit aggressively, knowing it pushed you over the brink every time. It had been months since he’d had you wrapped around his neck like this, panting in that slutty way that drove him wild- and as much as he wanted to savour it, he couldn’t wait much longer to have you. As you pushed his head down, he sucked so sloppily that the sounds emanating were nothing short of pornographic.
“Spencer!” You moaned out sinfully while you came, gripping his shoulders with your thighs as you dissolved into a mushy, whiney mess. Your hips twitched as he pulled away from you, wiping the drool from his mouth with the sleeve of his collared shirt.
“No need to yell, I’m right here.” He grinned, deriving great pleasure from seeing you fall apart.
“Oh God, I’ve forgotten how good you are that.” You winced, trembling from the force of your release.
“I’ll make sure you never forget again.” He smirked into the kiss as he pressed his lips against yours, barely giving you any time to come to as he ripped off the remnants of your dress. “Sorry about that, doll- I’ll buy you a new one.”
“It was my divorce dress, I never would’ve worn it again.” You giggled as you helped him out of his shirt and unbuttoned his trousers, desperate to feel him inside you. Your back arched instinctively as soon as you felt the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit; your head rolled back as you felt him slide in teasingly slow, letting you feel every last inch as he spread you apart and scattered sensual kisses down your neck. An obscene moan left your lips when he buried himself as deep inside you as he could.
“Spence, fuck, I don’t know if- ah.” You struggled to get the words out as he stared down at you with amusement. “Too big, I-“
“A few months without my dick and you’ve forgotten how to take it?” He jeers, a twisted smile radiating from him. “That’s no good at all, baby. We’re gonna have to teach you all over again.”
You bit your lip to conceal the whimper that threatened to spill as you nodded obediently, hanging off his every word.
“Breathe.” He pulled out by just an inch or two, ensuring you would barely notice before slowly pushing his hips forward and plunging himself to the hilt.
His hair dangled over his forehead, the unruly locks almost tickling you as he hovered above you, waiting for you to adjust to his thick length.
“Mm…” You peeped, looking at him coyly like butter wouldn’t melt.
“Yeah?” He whispered, nudging his nose against yours before you nodded. With the thousands of times you’d made love, he knew the meaning of every subtle cue and whimper; he knew you were often too shy to speak so he let you get away with using your varying whines as a form of communication. His dirty talk overwhelmed you, leaving you flustered and speechless- and he knew just how much you loved it.
Spencer pulled out half his length this time, grabbing you by the jaw to hold you lovingly as he thrusted in and out, making sure to look you in the eyes as his swollen cock massaged your walls. Ever the shy one, you tried averting eye contact and looking away from his intense glare but he gently guided you back with a firm hand. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he made love to you, your twisted eyebrows and parted lips too sweet to ignore.
You cried out when his thrusts grew rougher, panting heavily as he fucked you even harder than you remembered.
“You can take it, baby.” He cooed as he fucked you deep and slow. “I know you can.” He pulled out almost all the way before plunging his cock back in, coated in glistening arousal. “Deep breaths for me, doll.” He breathed with you, setting a tempo as you struggled to get anything but your whorish moans out.
“You like it when I stretch this little pussy out?” He groaned, wet flesh and skin smacking against hip bone. “Yeah you do.” He smirked as your cheeks flushed red at his lewd words. “How were you going to go through with a divorce? You can’t even tell me you like the way I fuck you.”
“Spencer!” You gasped, partly at his vulgarity and partly at the way his tip just brushed against your deepest spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“What, baby?” His hands trailed their way down to your hips as he sat up, gripping the handles of your body tightly as he fucked you onto himself. “We both know you could never find someone who fucks you this good again. Who pounds into your cunt exactly the way you need it.” Your jaw dropped at his crude words- he’d always had a penchant for making you flustered but it was clear that prison had made him even rougher around the edges. As much as you wanted to knock him down a peg, you couldn’t deny the truth to what he’d said; there was no upgrading after Spencer.
“You’re cockier than I remember.” You manage to breathe out, glassy eyes watering with overstimulation.
“And you’re tighter than I remember.” He smirked maniacally as he started rubbing rough circles into your clit, not slowing down the way he was sorely pummelling into you. “Goddamn, angel, you take me so well.” He muttered under his breath as he observed the mouthwatering way in which your pussy swallowed his entire length, gushing with arousal as the wet smacking intensified.
He swooped down to kiss you, swallowing your moans with his eager mouth as he pushed your knees against your chest. “You feel that?” He shuddered, guiding your hand to your stomach where his member was poking through the flesh, leaving an imprint.
“Uh huh.” You panted.
“You like having my cock this deep in your guts?” In an unexpected move, he pressed down on your lower stomach as you nodded to his question desperately. You screamed in blinding ecstasy as you reached your peak, the borderline cruel way in which Spencer continued pounding against your sweet spot proving too much to take.
“Look at that, I got my answer.” He licked his lips at the sight of his cock glazed in creamy arousal as he pulled out with a groan. You lay motionless on the cushy sofa, limbs numb as you noticed the scowl Spencer was sporting on his chiselled face, small beads of sweat running down his temples.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He chuckled darkly.
“Resting?” You upturned your eyebrows sweetly.
Before you could protest, he dragged you down the sofa and turned you over, positioning you to arch your back and expose your throbbing pussy to him.
“You think I’m going to let you get away with one round?” He spanked your ass with a firm, open palm. “I know you’ve been whining about this all the time to your friends. I know how desperate you’ve been for your husband to fuck you. Well, honey- I’ll give you something to talk about.” Before you could respond, he guided his veiny cock into your squishy walls, not giving you any time to adjust to the stretch as he pounded into you from the back.
“Is this what you wanted?” He demanded as he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you up, holding your back flush against his body. “You wanted to be fucked like a whore? Answer me.”
“Yes! Yes, Spence, I want it so bad, treat me like a slut.” You surprised yourself with your sinful words, the rough treatment prompting you to act out of character. He pushed you back onto the bed, holding you down as he drilled into you with dizzying speed. The couch squeaked with the force of your face getting pressed into the pillows as you panted so breathily you thought your heart might give out. You bit into the cushions as drool seeped freely from your mouth and wet the dark grey fabric.
“Harder…” You murmured, barely audible.
“What was that?” Spencer asked in disbelief, slowing down a little to make your words out clearly.
“Harder. I want you to fuck me to within an inch of my life.” You confessed sultrily and a dangerous smirk crept across your husband’s face.
“Anything for you.” He was more than happy to comply with your request.
You spent all night tangled up in each other’s bodies, taking turns being mind numbingly rough and tooth achingly sweet. He whispered confessions of love in your ear one minute and he pinned you down hard enough to leave bruises the next. It was, without a doubt, the best night of your life.
Waking up the next day in Spencer’s arms gave you more euphoria than any drug ever could. He smelled of last night’s wine and sweat, intermingled with the floral detergent of your freshly washed sheets.
“Good morning, baby.” He cooed when he saw your eyes flutter open. “Or rather, good afternoon. How’d you sleep?”
“Never better.” Your husky voice replied. “But I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a while.”
“I guess I’ll have to carry you to your mother’s, then.” He chuckled, pulling you in closer so that your head rested on his smooth, bare chest.
“What? You’re not still serious about doing that.” You looked up at him pleadingly.
“Oh, yes I am.” He scolded playfully. “She convinced you I was having an affair and encouraged you to get a divorce. I’d say there’s a conversation to be had there.”
“You know, I really wish you weren’t so respectable sometimes.” You dreaded the prospect of such a confrontation.
“There was nothing respectable about the way I was splitting you open last night.” He countered mischeviously and you rolled your eyes to distract from the blush creeping over your cheeks. “Come on, I’ll buy us breakfast on the way. Get dressed.”
“But Spence!” You tried to argue but he had already climbed out of bed, humming showtunes on his way to the bathroom. With a hefty sigh, you swung your legs round the side of the bed and started searching for your underwear.
“Are you sure? It’s not too late to turn around.” You twiddled your thumbs standing outside your mother’s house, her near-black wooden door looming over you as you waited for her to answer.
“Yes. Stop being a wimp.” Spencer replied just before the door swung open.
“Oh. Hi darling.” She eyed you up before slowly turning her head. “Hello Spencer.”
“There’s my favourite mother-in-law. We thought we’d surprise you with breakfast.” He lifted the brown paper bag containing drive through diner food.
“As if I’d eat that.” She raised her eyebrows contemptously.
“Come on, mom, are you gonna let us in or not?” You piped up after seeing she had no intentions of making things easy for Spencer.
“Yes, fine, in you come.” She opened the door wide and stepped aside, letting you both enter her lavish home.
“Love what you’ve done with the place.” He commented a little snarkily, noticing the extensive remodeling work that had been done.
“Oh yes, we did it last spring. I suppose you haven’t been round for years so you wouldn’t know. Are you avoiding me, Spencer?” She took a seat across from you both in the living room.
“Me? Never. Just like you’d never convince my wife to get a divorce, right?” He quipped and your stomach twisted over how little it took them to start arguing- you’d only just walked in through the door.
“I’ve only ever advocated for what’s best for her.” She stuck her nose up at her son-in-law.
“And why are you so certain that’s not me?” He snapped, genuine curiousity tinging his voice.
“You’re not good enough.” She replied with a resoluteness that must’ve hurt.
“Why, mom? What’s so bad about Spence?” You asked.
“He’s just not who you were supposed to end up with. You were not meant to give up your life to be a housewife to a mediocre man.” She answered simply, like she didn’t even have to think about it.
“So you resent him because of my career choices?” You couldn’t help but laugh a little as she shrugged. “Mother, I chose to leave the field. He had nothing to do with it, he supported me-“
“Oh, I bet he did. Having a woman at home to cook and clean must’ve been too tempting of an offer to pass up.” She scratched at her right arm- a leftover habit from the nicotine patches she used years ago. She claimed she quit smoking but you suspected she’d be in dire need of a cigarette after this conversation.
“That’s ridiculous-“
“She’s right.” Spencer interrupted you. “I was more than happy to have you at home. I preferred it, really. And I didn’t say a word even though I knew you were making a mistake, even though I knew it wouldn’t make you happy.”
“See. The pipe cleaner admits it.” She scoffed and you shot her a venomous glare. “Not to mention what you’ve put her through this year.”
“I know I haven’t by any means been a good husband, but I wouldn’t cheat and I’d never want a divorce. I’m trying to make things right.” He confessed earnestly.
“How?” She scowled, clearly believing him to be beyond redemption.
“He got me a job at the BAU.” You chimed in, wanting to see the smugness wiped off her face.
“And I’m seeing a therapist.” Spencer continued. “I’m determined to be better.”
She sat there in silence, incapable as always of expressing any remorse.
“I love your daughter and I’m not going anywhere. I’d like it very much if we could somehow start over.” He shot her those puppy dog eyes of his and you sincerely believed if she didn’t give in, she must be the only woman in the world immune to his charms.
“Alright. Alright, Spencer.” She sighed after a short contemplation. “If my little girl is happy, I suppose I have no choice.”
“The bastard actually managed it.” You thought as you witnessed his beaming smile flood the room with light, his vibrancy so infectious you knew even your mother noticed.
“Glad to hear it, mom.” He joked and she choked on the water she had begun to sip.
“Don’t push it.”
“Told you it’d all work out.” He said excitedly while he opened the car door for you, practically skipping out of your mother’s house.
“I know, and she actually invited you round?!” You shook your head in disbelief as he started the engine and drove away from her gated residence.
“Maybe we’ll make these trips a weekly habit.” He suggested, resting his hand soundly on your thigh.
“Not every week. I need some alone with my handsome husband.” You gushed, admiring his perfect side profile.
“You must have me confused with someone else, lady.” He chuckled as he switched on the radio. “Oh my God, baby! This song!”
“No way, I haven’t heard this since, since-“
“That time in college.” He winked at you and you threw your head back in laughter, precious memories flooding your mind as the familiar pop tune hummed on.
“Yeah. That was the first and last time we ever do it on a carnival pedal boat.”
“Hey, never say never- I see a lake right over there.” He pointed out the window as you drove by.
“I don’t think so, buddy.” You slapped his arm playfully. “Those days are behind us, we’re old and boring now.”
“If this is boredom, sign me up for eternity.” A warm smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“God, I love you, Spencer Reid.”
“I love you even more, Mrs Reid.”
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2:37 am | stepbro!anakin x reader (pt. 1)
word count: 2.5k
warnings: MDNI 18+, dubcon, stepcest, dry humping, slight aftercare, dead dove do not eat.
summary: during a sleepless night, your stepbrother, anakin comes to your aid.
a/n: this is inspired by a video i saw on twitter AND a dream i had, so i just had to write about it.
pt. 2 here
you never expected your father to remarry after your parents' divorce. but much to your surprise, your father did just that. not only did he remarry, but he also brought a new family into your life - a stepbrother named anakin.
you quickly learned that anakin had a troubled past. he's always got some new story about a friend getting arrested, an incident involving drugs or something else. despite his antics, you couldn't help but find him attractive, his messy hair, constant teasing, and his intense gaze all got you feeling hot under the collar. but you knew he was off-limits as he was your stepbrother, and your feelings for him were something you tried hard to suppress.
it was another sleepless night. you were reading a book in bed, trying to get your mind off the fact that sleeping is just not something your body wants to do. you were wide awake.
you set the book down and looked at the clock that stayed on your nightstand.
2:37 am.
you let out a heavy sigh, then you set the book down and leaned back in your bed, trying your best to focus back on the book. but, as always, your mind was elsewhere.
your thoughts were abruptly interrupted as you heard a few light knocks at your bedroom door.
"who else could be awake this late?" you thought to yourself. after placing your book on your bed, you went to open the door. you slowly open it and raise your head to see anakin.
"you're still up." anakin says in a whisper, his voice quiet and deep. the faint glow of your lamp's warm light illuminated his face, displaying a small grin pulling at his lips. anakin crosses his arms and leans against your doorframe.
"couldn't sleep," you respond softly, trying to keep your voice quiet. "what about you?" you try not to feel intimated as anakin's eyes carefully scanned yours. although his body was slumped slightly against the wall, he still appeared to be towering over you.
"couldn't sleep either, can i come in?" he asks. you stepped to the side, out of his way, and watched as he walked slowly into your room. anakin glanced around your room as you silently closed your door. his gaze lands on the book lying on your bed.
"catcher and the rye?" anakin asked curiously. smirk on his face and his eyebrow raised. he flips through a few pages before taking a seat on the side of your bed.
"i've read about five chapters tonight," you sigh, taking a seat next to him. "still not tired."
anakin snickered quietly before sitting down next to you. he gave you a look that was difficult to interpret until he spoke again.
"it's your little boyfriend again, isn't it?" anakin said as he shifted in his seat. it was as if he was trying to find a more comfortable position to be in. his knee accidentally knocked yours, making your body tense up slightly. he knew exactly what he was doing.
"yeah," you huff defeatedly. "there's just been a lack of communication i guess." you look down at your fingers that rest on your lap, avoiding anakin's lingering gaze.
you often complained to anakin about your boyfriend and how you felt he was treating you unfairly. anakin didn't like your boyfriend and he would often tease you, hinting at how he felt about him. anakin secretly wished that he could have your attention instead.
a small chuckle erupts from anakin's throat. "he doesn't fuck you." he says bluntly. you quickly snap your head up, your wide eyes meeting his. your silence speaks volumes, your attempt to find words faltering before they even leave your lips. the room fills with a charged tension as your face turns hot and pink, a flush of embarrassment spreading across your cheeks.
"maybe." you reply quietly as you look back down at your lap. as embarrassing as it was, you knew anakin wasn't wrong. your boyfriend never made you cum. ever.
anakin knew immediately what he was doing to you. in fact, anakin knew exactly what was really going on in your mind and it was a bit too obvious. he could tell you were sexually frustrated by the way you always avoided his intense eye contact and how you blushed nearly everytime he'd speak to you.
"when was the last time you came?" anakin asks. he drops his head down lower, you could feel his breath on your neck as he spoke.
"i-i don't know." you stutter. your heart begins to race as anakin interrogated you. anakin's eyes moved up and down your body. he saw how nervous you were starting to get and he liked it.
"poor girl, must be really frustrating, hm?" his lips come even closer to your ear, so close that they're almost brushing against your skin. "i can fix that..." he whispers.
"anakin, what are you talking about?" you lean your body away from his.
anakin saw that you tried to lean away but he stopped you. with a firmer grip, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him. he lowered his lips to your ear again and spoke.
"you know what i'm talking about, and you know exactly what i can help you with." he purred with a sly smile. "i've seen the way you look at me." you feel his hand slowly traveled towards your exposed thighs.
"anakin sto-" anakin was relentless. you tried to push him away and he fought back. anakin's hand tightened on the side of your face, gripping your chin with force. his lips pressed firmly against yours. your mind went blank and for a moment and you felt a certain excitement building up inside you, despite the fact that you felt guilty about what you were doing. you tried to think of your boyfriend and how this would only make things worse, but those thoughts slowly faded away. you wanted this.
anakin's firm hold on your jaw started to relax as his lips devoured yours. as the kiss continued, his arm that was tightly wrapped around your waist was released and his hand traveled towards your thigh once again, his fingers gently rubbing the skin.
"just let me help." anakin spoke in a slightly deeper, more enticing tone than before. you felt his warm breath on your skin as he softly kissed down your neck, his tongue slowly making its way up your neck. his hand moved to your hair, gently rubbing the back of your head as you felt his fingers slowly creep towards your inner thigh. your veins are filled with an increased level of arousal, and you can feel it pooling in your panties.
the sound of your heart pumping and adrenaline coursing through your body overwhelmed your thoughts. the need to become as close to anakin as possible overtook everything else.
anakin brought you both higher up on your bed and you lay on top of him, his hands wrapping around your arms as he pulled you closer. his lips tasted so sweet and as soon as your tongues met, you felt a rush of sensations, like never before. your breath was taken and your heart pounded in your chest. he moaned softly and you felt him grasp at your hips, pulling you closer to him.
anakin's hands slowly slide down your waist. with a firm and assertive touch, he begins to skillfully remove your shorts, his fingers deftly unfastening the garment and sliding it down your legs.
the sensation of cool air against your exposed skin only intensifies the heat that envelopes them. the tingling anticipation courses through your veins as you remain seated on anakin's lap, your kiss unbroken.
anakin's touch is both possessive and tender, his hands trailing up your legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
he pulls away from the kiss before speaking again, "lift yourself up." he said in a soft and low voice, a slight smile forming on his face. you did as he asked and he quickly removed his black, plaid pajama pants. anakin's boxer-clad erection protruded against the fabric, stealing your attention.
"eyes up here, angel." he teases with a knowing smile playing on his lips. anakin's gaze held yours captive, his dark eyes filled with an irrepressible hunger. he pulls you back over towards him, his body against yours.
as you settle back down against anakin's bulge, a soft, involuntary moan escapes your lips. the sensation of his throbbing length pressing against your drooling cunt sends a jolt of arousal through your body, a sweet ache of desire stirs your senses.
a smug grin dances upon anakin's lips as he observes your reaction, relishing in the control he holds over you.
"just follow me." he whispers. you had no words to say and did as he instructed. you nodded your head to let him know that you heard and understood him. with a firm but gentle touch, anakin's hands find their way to the small of your back, guiding your movements and synchronizing your rhythm. a low, throaty moan escapes his lips.
"fuck." anakin breathes out.
with each rut of your hips, the pleasure builds, your bodies moving in sync. the friction between you and anakin heightens the sensations pulsing through your bodies. a wet patch grows on your panties, a clear sign of your arousal.
anakin's eyes beam with amusement as he grazes his fingertips along the damp fabric.
"god, look at that," he purrs. his touch is feather-light, tracing the outline of the wet patch, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. "you're killing me." anakin lulls his head back against your headboard, catching his bottom lip in between his teeth. his eyes were glued to the way your hot pussy rocked so deliciously against his throbbing cock.
your head hangs low, and your breaths become shallow and little whimpers escape your parted lips.
"feel good?" anakin asks. you nod your head in response. "use your words baby." his words send a spark of electricity down to your core.
"y-yes, feels s'good ani." you pant. anakin groans quietly when he hears you refer to him by his nickname.
"that's my girl." he coos. with a sudden flick of his wrist, anakin lifts up your small shirt, exposing your breasts to him. anakin's lips latch onto one of your exposed nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. he alternates between gentle sucks and flicks of his tongue, coaxing the sweetest moans from your lips. simultaneously, his free hand palms the other breast, squeezing and massaging it with a firm grip. your back arches instinctively, pushing your chest further into his mouth as you drown in the sensations he evokes.
"ani, i'm close," you whimper as you feel that long forgotten coil begin to form in the pit of your stomach.
anakin removes his big hand from your nipple and returns it to the fat of your thigh. your bodies move in sync, the rhythm building with a fervent need. anakin's grip on your thighs remain unyielding, his strength displaying the control he holds over the both of you.
"let it go angel, cum for me." anakin mewls. you could tell he was close to his own orgasm by the way his stomach repeatedly flexed under your hands.
the knot in your stomach finally snaps, releasing a wave of pleasure that courses through your body. a loud, unrestrained moan escapes your lips, but before the sound can fully escape into the air, anakin's hand swiftly clamps across your mouth, muffling the sound.
"shhh, we don't need anyone hearing us." anakin whispers. as the sound is stifled, anakin's own release crashes over him. his body tenses, muscles contracting as he spills his seed into his boxers.
"s-shit," a string of filthy whimpers escape anakin's lips. you take in deep, ragged breaths, your body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure.
anakin gently brushes a strand of your sweaty hair away from your forehead, his touch tender and reassuring. he can feel the rapid rise and fall of your chest as you breathe heavily, your body slowly coming down from the intensity of your shared orgasm. anakin's arms instinctively tighten around your waist as you rest your forehead against his shoulder.
"you feel better?" anakin's voice, quiet and breathy, breaks through the silence that envelops the room.
"so much better." you respond with a light chuckle. anakin gently tugs you away from his shoulder. his eyes locking onto the dampness spreading across your underwear. the sight of the wet spot elicits a mischievous smirk from his lips.
"yeah i can tell." he jokes. his fingers trail along the edges of the wet patch, the fabric damp and clinging to your sensitive skin.
"here, let me help you with these." after easing you off of him and onto your feet, anakin sits on the side of the bed. he helps you take off your stained panties, his touch gentle and considerate, his fingers sliding under the fabric to ease it down.
anakin's gaze lingers for a moment, taking in the sight of your glistening folds. with a shaking breath, he quickly turns around, his heart pounding as he retrieves his pajama pants. facing away from you, he slips them back on, his movements slightly hurried as he tries to regain his composure. anakin's pants hang loosely on his hips, the fabric draping casually over his slender frame.
you change into clean underwear and pull on your discarded shorts that resided on the ground. the soft fabric glides against your skin, providing a gentle caress that contrasts with the electric tension that still lingers in the air.
as you turn back around, you see anakin holding your soaked underwear in his hands. you felt embarrassed and awkward at this moment yet anakin's face was filled with a slight smile.
"i'll put these in the laundry room for you." he smiles as he makes his way towards you. a wave of comfort sweeps over you as anakin pulls the cozy comforter over your body after you climb into bed. you feel safe in anakin's presence, his protective nature always made your chest feel fuzzy.
leaning down, anakin's lips press against your forehead. the weight of his lips against your skin sends a jolt of warmth through your body, a sweet sensation that lingers even after his touch is gone.
"thank you, ani." your voice was soft, and almost innocent, considering what had just occurred in your room. anakin turns on his heel, making his way towards the door. the sight of his retreating figure stirs a whirlwind of emotions within you.
anakin steps into the hallway, he glances back, his eyes meeting yours displaying a glint of affection.
"sleep well sis." anakin smiles and closes the door behind him, leaving you snuggled comfortably in your bed.
he locked the door after leaving you to sleep and walked straight into his room, not even taking a look at the laundry room.
as you fell asleep, you wondered how this would affect your relationship and you hoped that anakin wouldn't tell anyone. you thought back on the event, still flushed with guilt, yet something about it felt different. something felt good about it, despite its wrong-ness.
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hello!! may i request something fluffy where a touch starved elliott is visited by a farmer who can’t sleep and wants to cuddle with him? they’re not yet dating, but there’s EXTREME romantic tension between them
Slightly BARELY NSFT, No beta, no spell check lol
The storm raged outside, the lighting illuminating my cabin, each flash of light shortly accompanied by thunder that roared so loudly it shook my bed. I sighed and stared up at the ceiling, the rain beating down on the roof and providing me with the white noise I would normally crave; but now I laid there disturbed by the storm and sleep continues to evade me.
I let my thoughts slip to the farmer… Weeks ago they told me how they can’t have trouble sleeping through the night, that they were considering pills to help them through the night. I couldn’t help by wonder how they were fairing this night. Were they just as frustrated as I? Tossing and turning under the covers and considering giving up and waiting for the morning?
All I knew was that tomorrow would be a day with many cups of coffee, perhaps even an espresso or two.
I leaned over, reaching for my bedside lamp, flicking the switch with well rehearsed practice— only for the light to ignore me. I blinked at the light, tapping the switching again, and then once more..
“Lovely,” I mumbled and stood. The power was out.
Near my desk sat an oil lamp, one that I preferred to save for emergencies; I suppose this fell into that category. I considered what I would do with my time now, writing coming across my mind. Although, as of late, anything I’ve written has only been conveying my sappy and desperate need for the touch of another.
For far too long I’ve lived in this cabin alone. Something I thought I would enjoy, but I find myself feeling more and more lonely as each day passes. These days it’s gotten to the point where I find myself starved for attention. I wander around town more often than ever, finding excuses to see the others (mostly the farmer,) and I go on to bore them with tales of my unsuccessful writings.
With my lamp lit, I found my way back to my bed, my new plan for the night to reread over my pages and correct any mistakes I come across. Forever I will misspell at minimum ten words per page.
I may be a writer but I am no expert at spelling, ironic as it may be.
Just as I began to settle back in bed, there’s a knock at the door.
Unusual, but it wouldn’t be the first time Willy visited in the dead of the night. He might be in need of some snacks if he saw Sebastian earlier in the day, or asking for help to shovel rain water out of his shop again.
I groaned and slipped out of bed, now giving up on my plans and preparing myself for Willy’s visit. A night of fishermen’s stories and tellings of his childhood. Not that I minded it, but I would rather relax tonight..
The knocking came again, urging me to open it and let them in. Part of me was tempted to ignore it, to pretend to be sleeping and leave Willy on his own — as rude as it may be.
But then—
“Elliott?” A voice called from outside my door, helpless and scared.
I ran to the door, flinging it open to reveal the farmer standing there. Drenched from head to toe, but still smiling as I greeted them. “Oh my goodness!” I cried and stepped back, opening the door even further and ushered them inside. “You must be freezing! Please, come inside!”
The farmer quickly ducked in, wasting no time in kicking off their boots and closing the door behind them. “I’m sorry to drop by so late,” they began and removed their jacket. “I just—“
“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked and took their jacket. I hung it and then offered a towel.
They gave me a sheepish smile, nodding and accepting the towel. “Did I wake you?”
I waved them off. “No worries, I was awake. I couldn’t sleep either.”
“Is it okay if… I stay here a while?”
I could tell they were embarrassed to ask, scared even as they avoided my gaze. If not for the cold weather outside, I would think they were hiding heated cheeked. But that may have just been wishful thinking. “Of course!” I replied. “Stay as long as you like—“ I paused, looking over their drenched clothes and uncertain on how to phrase my next words. “Do you… perhaps need a change of clothes?”
The farmer looked down again, chewing their bottom lip and twisting their hands in front of themselves. “I don’t want to be a burden—“
“Nonsense!” I rushed to my dresser, plucking a few of my clothes out to present them. Mostly oversized clothing, things I haven’t worn in ages but I knew would be comfortable and warm. It would definitely be better than what they wore now, anyway. “Let me know if these are okay,” I said and handed the clothes over. “You can change in the bathroom if—“
“Thank you!” The farmer replied and took the offered clothing….
And then began to strip before me.
I gasped and spun around, heat flooding my cheeks from what I’d saw so little of. Soft, supple skin… A few minor scars across their body, no doubt from the farm and the mines… How I wished to turn back around and take them into my arms, to kiss every scar, to lick every curve, to worship and adore their body just as they deserved.
I held myself back, taking a breath and moving to my bed to readjust the blankets and pillows. I wasn’t sure what tonight would bring, I wanted to keep my hopes low but—
“You can turn back around.”
They stood there, my sweater hanging off one shoulder and my old pajama pants hanging low on their waist. “Sorry about that,” the farmer mumbled. “I was actually really cold and started changing without thinking.”
“It’s no problem.” I chuckled and took their wet clothes from them, moving to hang them in my bathroom. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”
Once in the bathroom, I closed the door behind me. How could they look so adorable in my clothing….
I slowly hung their clothing, willing down the urge to run back out and pull the farmer into my arms. To compliment them on how cute they looked, to kiss across their exposed skin and slip my hands under the sweater they wore. To lead them into my bed and remove their borrowed clothing piece by piece—
“Fuck,” I whispered and stared down at the shirt I held. I forced myself to hang it up with everything else.
Tonight, the farmer came to me for a place to relax. For a place to hide out the storm. For a place they knew they could trust without a starving writers wandering hands all over their body. Their perfect, gorgeous, sexy, strong body.
I shook my head and stepped out of the bathroom, ready to chat with the farmer about the weather, about the night sky, about everything but my cravings to just touch them. But all of the words fell out of my mouth.
They laid in my bed, under the covers and flipping through one of my books from the library. The light of my lantern dancing across them, their beauty freezing me in place. A fantasy I’ve dreamt of a million times, only now I could do nothing. My breathing unsteady, the palms now sweaty, my throat dry and all words failing me as I let my eyes trail over them.
The farmer noticed me and scooted to the side of my bed, pushing themselves into the wall before patting the empty side. “It’ll be warmer under the covers,” was all they said before they looked back down at the book. A book that only detailed the secret to ‘writing an award willing novel.’ Something I knew they wouldn’t actually be interested in but…
I climbed into the bed and slid under the covers, biting my tongue when my leg brushed against their own. This couldn’t actually be happening, right? There was no storm outside and I was simply in a very deep sleep. If not for the warmth coming from the farmer, I may have actually believed I was dreaming…
The farmer leaned towards me, their head coming to rest on my shoulder, their book now closed and forgotten in their lap. I kept my eyes forward, my hands turning to fists as I let the weight of their head settle upon me. “This is nice,” they whispered and snuggled in a little further, one of their hands going to lap on my arm. “Do you mind?”
“No,” I muttered back, gulping as they shifted even closer, their arm now laying across my chest as they got more comfortable. “I— I don’t mind.”
My body felt like it was being doused in flames, feeling more aware than ever of everything around me. The rain coming back to my mind, softer than before as it fell across the roof, the thunder still rumbling outside but now miles away, the farmers hair as it brushed against my cheek, their arm as it laid over my fast beating heart, their thumb as it caressed my arm.
“I really appreciate you letting me come in tonight…” I could feel their breath across my neck, my body shivering as I let the feeling wash over me.
I took a breath, attempting to form the words. Their legs were on my own now, the farmer pulling me further into the bed and encouraging me to relax and our combined warmth made my eyes grow heavy.
“I’ve dreamt of this so many times,” I said, my voice a whisper as I finally gave me.
The farmer giggled, their laugh light and adorable… and bringing what I’d just said to light. “And? Is it everything you imagined?”
I sighed and wrapped one of my arms around them. “Even better.”
In the morning I would wake with the farmer still in my arms, their nose tucked into my neck and snoring softly. Our first night together that would become one of many.
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Omg I love your work so much, I check your page everyday to see the stuff u post and I love it!!! Could you maybe write some fluff for a reader that’s feeling a little depressed, and negan just is a real sweetheart to them and just wants to see them be happy? Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️
Hiiii love, omg that is so kind of you. I'm sorry for being inactive lately and for this taking so long. School and work have been so busy but I'm trying!
The Notebook
Negan x Reader (Fluff)
Summary: Negan plans a romantic movie night for the two of you after you've been feeling down. No smut, just fluff and Negan being sweet and gentle with you.
"Y/n… Negan wants to see you."
You let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling as you tried to ignore Simon, hoping he'd take the hint and leave.
“Y/n?”
“I heard you.”
Simon stood at your doorway, waiting for you to get up but to his surprise, you remained still. Unwilling to move an inch from the bed you’ve been glued to for a week.
“Tell him I’m not in the mood.” You mumbled, flipping over on your side to face the wall.
Moments passed and just as you were starting to drift off, you felt arms slide underneath you, lifting you off the mattress and into the arms of your Savior.
“Negan… what are you..”
“Shhh, baby. Don’t ask questions.” You felt his lips press into the top of your head as he carried you down the hall and to his bedroom.
When you got to the room, he gently set you down and you rubbed your eyes before looking around and seeing candlelight and rose petals spread across the dimly lit room.
“Negan.. What is this?”
“You don’t like it?”
“I - I do, but to be honest.. I’m really not in the mood for..”
“For your favorite movie and some cuddling?” He asked innocently, holding up The Notebook dvd.
For the first time in a week, you managed to smile.
“Let’s get you showered and cleaned up first, yeah? Then we’ll relax and I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. Sound like a plan?” He asked, sliding his hand along your cheek before leaning down to give you a soft kiss.
A tear rolled down your cheek when you closed your eyes to kiss him. You tried looking down, but his finger caught your chin, tilting it up to meet his gentle gaze.
“Baby, look at me. I want you to be happy. No more tears tonight, got it? Too fuckin' pretty to cry.” His thumb wiped the tear off your cheek as he gave you another soft peck on the lips.
“Come on..” he said, and you felt slightly embarrassed at the fact that you hadn’t had the energy to shower recently. But Negan made you feel comfortable and unashamed, so you relaxed a little, letting him lead you to the bathroom.
Once he locked the door, he walked closely to you, gently pulling your shirt over your head. His gaze lingered on your exposed chest for a moment too long, but he kept his promise and comments to himself as he focused on guiding your pants and underwear down your legs. Once you were both naked, you stepped into the hot shower and he followed behind you.
You moaned softly as the water fell over you, washing your sadness away. He squeezed some shampoo in his hand before lathering it in your hair and massaging your scalp, tilting your head back under the water.
"I fuckin' love you, doll. You know that right? I'm here any time you wanna talk."
"I don't wanna talk, Negan. Just being here with you is enough."
"Well, my door is always open for you, baby."
Once your hair was rinsed, he pulled you closer, pressing your bodies against each other as he held you tightly. You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek against his hairy chest.
"Total transparency? I am tryin really hard not to get fuckin hard right now."
You giggled, glancing down between the two of you. "You're not doing a very good job."
He chuckled, looking down with you. "Sorry, doll. He has a mind of his own."
He finished rinsing you both off, and helped you step out of the shower. You felt much better now that you were clean and wrapped in a soft towel. You both got dressed, wearing the same thing - one of Negan's t-shirts and a pair of his boxers.
"You look so much better in my clothes than I do. And considering how incredibly sexy I am, that says a lot." He gave you a flirty wink, making you blush and roll your eyes. "Now get your cute ass in my bed while I put our movie on."
"Yes sir." You said happily, falling into his bed and curling up under the covers. After turning off the lights and starting the movie, he climbed into bed with you, immediately pulling you into his arms and snuggling you.
"Aren't you tired of this movie?" You asked him. "I've made you watch it a hundred times."
"And it puts a smile on your face. So I'll watch it a hundred more." He said softly, kissing the top of your head.
You giggled, scrunching your brows. "When did big, bad Negan turn into such a romantic?"
"After watching The Notebook a hundred times I guess."
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Restless
Poly!Marauders x female!reader
Warnings: mention of nightmares, brief description of mini panic attack (nothing too detailed), reader has hair that can be braided (doesn’t necessarily mean straight)
a/n: long overdue! I’m not too happy with how I ended this, had the right idea but can never figure out how to wrap it up :,)
Please understand that because I am 18+, I do not want minors on my page or reading my work
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Nightmares
They’re your minds way of telling you that you’re not safe, even when you’re asleep
The sudden drop of your stomach was enough to wake you. Rather jolt you awake. You laid there, staring up at the ceiling trying to gather your thoughts and even out your breathing. Nightmares plague your nights, not one day passes where you’re not awakened with the memory of loved ones dying, or indescribable monsters attacking. No matter what it is, it’s after you, relentlessly.
Despite being recently awakened, you couldn’t remember what it was that scared you in the first place. You just felt this daunting feeling and now you’re awake, laying next to Remus, who is blissfully none the wiser of your current situation.
You debated waking him, he’d gladly stay up and hold you until you’ve drifted off in his arms.
That’s the issue- he’d do it without a second thought. You’d feel too guilty about waking him from his current slumber.
You sat up slowly, pulling your knees up to your chest. You run your hands over your face in frustration. Looking over, you see Sirius and James, entangled in one another’s arms, soundly sleeping.
Their serenity brews a feeling of jealousy in you. How you wish that was you.
You grab a nearby cardigan (you’re not even sure whose it is at this point) and slip quietly out of the dorm. You don’t even know where you’re going or how long you’re going to be out but you needed to get out of there.
Back in the dorm, Remus, half-asleep, throws his arm over to your side of the bed in order to pull you closer.
Upon hitting the empty side of the mattress, he lazily patted the area in search of your warmth. In a sleep-ridden haze, he became increasingly aware that you weren’t in bed, opening an eye, he peaked around to look for any sign of you. When he didn’t see you or your shoes, he assumed you were in the bathroom, and that seemed to calm his mind enough to go back to sleep.
You found yourself outside, breathing in the cool air of the night. A light breeze surrounded you, now ever so grateful that you brought some coverage. Ultimately, you decided that a midnight stroll around would be your best hope.
Wrapping the beige-color cardigan tighter around your body, the welcoming scent of James’ cologne overwhelms your senses. You fiddle with a loose thread on the left sleeve, no doubt the work of Remus during late night study sessions long after everyone else is asleep. The barely noticeable, yet, clear as day stain near the end aisle of buttons brings you back to the day when Sirius and James had a butterbeer drinking contest, the golden liquid dribbling down either side of the boy’s mouth, ultimately staining the cardigan, the rambunctiousness of the event was enough for Remus to chastise the aforementioned boy, going as far as to continue shoving drink after drink while you kept encouraging James.
The moon, acting as a guiding light as you make your way through the dark grounds. After some time aimlessly walking through, you decided to make your way back to the boys’ dorm.
For some reason, tonight was just one of those nights for Remus, when he simply could not get comfortable. The soft mattress has become a bed of stones, he hypothesizes that the floor would be much more comfortable at this point. As he’s dramatically throwing himself to face your side of the bed, he feels your side to be cold. This causes him to immediately sit up, messy tussles of hair standing in all directions. He throws the blanket off of him and sets out to the common room where he supposes you’d be.
Just as you’re welcomed into the common room, you’re startled by Remus’ sudden presence.
“Where’ve you been, bunny?” He pulls you into his side as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his chest.
“Can’t sleep.” He manages to make out the muffled words and sighs.
“Had me worried when I woke up and you weren’t there.” You mumbled an apology that would’ve resulted in a quirked eyebrow and quick scolding.
He ushered the two of you up to the room and back to bed. Sleep didn’t come easy for you that night, and when you finally did fall asleep, you jolted awake every so often. The same feeling you get when you’re dreaming that you’re falling. You knew that sleep was very important to Remus, always making sure that none of you stay up late and always making sure to get an early start to your morning, much to James’ dismay.
After what felt like a lifetime, you managed to drift off. Not long before you’re awoken by screaming and Sirius shaking you awake. You can hear Remus calling your name and a caressing hand on your head. You’re quick to realize that the screaming is coming from you. Your heart beating erratically and suddenly feeling like there’s not enough air in the room. You try to sit up but the most you can do is prop yourself up onto your elbows as sobs begin to escape from you.
To your left, you see Sirius running into the room with a glass of water and some cookies, shoving them into Remus’ hands. You’re looking at the situation in front of you but you cannot seem to focus, everything is too loud, too bright, and too overwhelming.
“Y/N/N? I need you to take some deep breaths for us, honey. Here, feel my heart- In and out.” Remus is sitting next to you, attempting to direct your breathing but you can only see straight ahead, hand limp in his hand.
James’ anxiety always skyrockets whenever one of you is in distress, he finds himself never doing enough despite having done the opposite. He’ll often look to Remus for instructions but always finds himself trying by one’s side bringing in his own form of comfort.
Sirius remained stoic, scared out of his mind for you; he didn’t know what to do, internally kicking himself for not jumping into action right away. He wanted to hold you- close to his chest and hide you away from all the pain in the world.
After another couple of minutes, A single tear slipped out, the sudden wet contact against your skin startled you. Your eyes drifted between the boys, a mix of worried, scared, and overall concern pales their faces. Teary eyes lock with James, his eyes full of sympathy and kindness. One after another, tears flow and a sigh of relief is released from your lungs.
After a beat, Sirius is the first to speak.
“What happened, bunny?”
“Haven’t-” A hiccup escapes
“Haven’t been sleeping well- nightmares.”
James leans forward and places a delicate kiss to your forehead, his hand cupping your face.
“How long?” Remus’ head cocked a tad to the side.
“‘Dunno, while maybe.” You mumbled. He taps your chin to get you to look at him.
“Know you’re tired, but I need you to speak clearly, honey.”
“I don’t know, few days?”
“Is that why you weren’t in bed last night? Y’had a nightmare?” You nod.
“C’mere.” Sirius holds out his arms and you crawl right into them
“This can’t continue, you know.” You nod.
“Siri’s right, Y/N/N, you need hours of uninterrupted sleep, running on 10 hours of sleep throughout a span of a few days isn’t healthy. Tomorrow, we’re going to see Pomfrey, see if she can give you something for the time being.” Remus smiles halfway as he notices that James has pulled you away from Sirius and begun braiding your hair.
The rest of the time the boys spent doting on you, making sure you were satisfied. You were hungry? Sirius brought you a plate of fruit. Thirsty? Remus made you a warm cup of tea. Need affection and cuddles? James practically pushes the two out of the way to plop himself beside you. They felt for you, they really did, nothing was worse than seeing their favorite person in the world in misery and not being able to do anything themselves. They’d take away all of the misery and pain at the drop of a hat if it meant that you were safe and happy all the time.
#poly!marauders x fem!reader#poly!marauders#poly marauders#poly marauders x reader#sirius black x reader#remus lupin x reader#james potter x reader#mel writes
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i'm yours tonight
summary ⎯ late nights w/ dan heng. inspired by my sleepover hcs.
tana's words ⎯ having HELLA dan heng brainrot rn. also i'm getting through everyone's requests ASAP!! i just wrote this bc im having major writers block rn.
tags ⎯ fluff. unestablished relationship but the feels are there. oblivious idiot (you). reading together (real).
"psst. dan heng, are you awake?" you whispered. you were crouching down next to him on the floor, head circling his figure as you tried to find out if he was awake or not. it was the early hours of the morning and you felt slightly guilty for waking him up.
"now i am," dan heng shuffled around until he faced you. "what is it?"
"i can't sleep," you laughed dryly, "again. do you have a book i could borrow?" you stood up. dan heng wanted to pull you down by your hand so you could be back on his level. he reached out slightly and then shot his hand down.
dan heng stumbled out of his floor mattress. charming, he thought to himself. he moved towards his bookshelf as you followed him. you stood so close to dan heng that he started feeling goosebumps on his neck; the warmth of your breath making him shiver.
"what are you in the mood for today?" dan heng asked as he started browsing his shelf.
"anything, really," you sighed. "something boring? i've been having trouble sleeping for the past few days," you rubbed a hand over your temples.
"have you been alright?" dan heng swiftly turned to face you, all thoughts about the book forgotten.
"yeah," you rubbed your eyes, "i've been fine. you don't have to worry about me," you beamed through your drowsiness.
i always worry about you, he wanted to say.
"dictionary?" dan heng pulled out the book, emphasizing its thickness.
"words. perfect," you wiggled your eyebrows. you grabbed the book and flipped through a few pages. it's condition was pristine, as always.
"thanks, dan heng," you looked at the book and then looked back up to him, "hopefully i'll be able to sleep soon," you held onto the book tighter. for some reason, you wanted to stay in this room; stay with dan heng.
dan heng parted his lips, in awe of how you still look gorgeous even when you're exhausted, "no problem," he gulped, "if you need another way to sleep faster, i know a good herbal tea recipe."
"i might have to take you up on that offer one time," you smirked, "if you hear three knocks on your door, just know it's me."
dan heng laughed, "noted."
you waved goodbye and started walking out the door. you intentionally started walking slower than usual, in hopes dan heng would offer you tea right now. you didn't feel like going back to sleep, especially going back to sleep alone.
you stopped in your tracks. dan heng didn't move; he examined you, wondering if you forgot something or not.
"is it okay if i stay in here?" you turn back around, walking slightly closer to him, "i don't feel like falling asleep alone tonight."
dan heng raised his eyebrows in shock, facial expression slightly contorted, "i⎯uh. are you sure?"
hearing his reaction made you want to shrivel into your body. his confused tone made you worry, "um. yeah," you looked down at the floor, "unless you don't want me here. that's fine!" you looked back up at dan heng.
dan heng blushed at your disconcerted state, "no. you're welcome to stay if you'd like," you're welcome to stay all the time, "but my bed is uncomfortable. do you really want to stay in the archives?" he raised his eyebrows as a way to affirm your answer.
"oh!" your entire figure stood up, "i'll stay wherever you are, to be honest," you had no idea of the affect one sentence had on dan heng. while he was trying to hide his blush, you continued, "but if your bed is a problem, we'll just stay in my room."
"are you sure⎯" dan heng was cut off.
"yes," you vigorously nodded your head. "why else would i offer?" you wrapped your arm around his neck, "okay! let's move!"
dan heng keep rubbing his neck on the way to your room. when did it get so hot? luckily for him, he felt his warmth drain when he reached your room. it was freezing: definitely below (at least) 67 degrees. and then he noticed the heap of blankets lying on your bed, which explained so much.
"make yourself at home!" you waved your arms around, as if you were showing a grand prize. you flopped onto the bed and proceeded to wrap yourself in the blankets.
dan heng, on the other hand, chose to lay on top of the covers for two reasons. the first reason being, if he had gotten under the covers with you, he feared that he'd be too flustered to even face you. the second reason was he may burn up.
"are you gonna get under here?" you asked, shuffling around your mountain of blankets, "it gets really cold at night."
"i'll be fine. don't worry about me," he shrugged. as he tried to light the lamp on your nightstand, you grabbed his hand before he could turn it on.
"quoting me now?" you teased.
"i⎯" he paused. "i assure you, yn. i'll be fine," trying to hide his gaze from your eyes. your hand on his feels so blissful. your grip, so light and calming.
"and i assure you," you hold on tighter, "you're gonna be cold tonight. like, freezing. i saw your body react to when we came in here. you were about to shiver," you recognized his body language? "don't be stubborn. c'mon."
hesitantly, dan heng made his way under the covers. he could feel you next to him, your body radiating heat the blankets could not. unknowingly, he gravitated towards you, so much so that the two of you were touching knees.
"feel better now?"
"slightly, yes."
"you do," you dragged on the syllables in a sing-song way. you opened up the dictionary and began to read inside your head. well, struggling to read. it was dark and you insisted to not turn on the lights (it disrupts REM sleep, you said).
"give me that," dan heng grabbed the book out of your hands. though you try to protest, he holds the book out of your grasp.
while you try to reach for it, you end up sprawling yourself all over dan heng's body. at some point, you went from simply pressing your chest up against his to practically straddling him.
dan heng tried to take his mind off of your position; he focused on keeping the dictionary out of your hands. it was fun, teasing you. if his arm was standing in one place it would've been easier to reach, however, dan heng possessed a sense of agility you knew nothing of until tonight.
when you exhausted yourself in your efforts, you crashed down on top of dan heng. for someone who was (apparently) adept on dan heng's body language, you didn't notice how his chest was rising unevenly, how is breaths were more shallow and hitched. you concluded that his warmth occured from how many blankets were on top of him, and not the fact that you were practically centimeters away from his lips.
"how else am i supposed to sleep if i can't read," you mumbled in his ear, too worn out to talk at a normal volume.
dan heng tilted his face away from yours, scared that something would happen if he had gotten too close, "i'll read for you."
this time, you hauled yourself off of dan heng's body, now opting for leaning into his side, "how? you can't read in the dark either?" you leaned your head on your hand so you could look at dan heng. dan heng was grateful for the dark, otherwise, if not for the dark, you'd be able to see how red he was in the moment.
"i actually can," he opened the book, flipping through the pages to find the most boring words. you shook your head in disbelief; there was no way he could actually read in the dark (he could).
you shuffled through the blankets once more, trying to find the cold spot on the bed. the cold spot was nice, but it wasn't satisfactory, for you could not hear the sounds of dan heng's voice. so you leaned closer, resting your head on his shoulder yet again.
"quintessence: the most perfect or typical example of a quality or class," dan heng read out. you found that his voice started lulling you to sleep already.
"do you think people just make these words up and they just appear in the dictionary?" you slur out, consciousness slowly fading away.
dan heng softly chuckled, "maybe," he flipped through more pages, "tintinnabulation: a ringing or tinkling sound."
you laughed into his bicep, "are you sure you're not the person making these words up?"
dan heng wanted to sear your laughter into his skin, "i'm not. are you about to sleep yet?"
"i'm sleeping now," you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, "mimimimi⎯"
dan heng delicately smacked the dictionary on your face, "sleep," he stressed. when you moved yourself closer to dan heng, he couldn't help but pull you slightly closer. maybe it was the facade of exhaustion donning on him, or maybe it was because he wanted you closer.
as he felt your breathing slow and listened to you get less chatty, he knew you fell asleep. he set the dictionary aside and tilted his head down to look at you. how could one look so enchanting while sleeping? he carefully stroked your eyebrow, an endearment he used only for you, and pulled you closer into him.
when you two woke up in the morning, none of you dared to discuss how you were practically entangled and intertwined together.
bonus:
"i think that was the best sleep i've ever gotten," you laid on dan heng's shoulder. "your voice put me to sleep."
dan heng, trying to avoid even closer contact, "so are you saying my voice bores you?" he teases.
"what!?" you take your head off of his shoulder. though dan heng avoided the encounter, he wished for your head to come back down; he missed how his heart began to race with you near.
"no! your voice is just⎯ really peaceful. and calming. and nice," you try to explain yourself. when you see a slight smirk threatening to show on his face, you scowled. "it's too early for this," you playfully shoved him away from you, missing his smile on the way.
#tana writes (∗´ ᨔ `∗)#idk something about this man gets me out of writers block for some reason. hes so easy to write for.#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#dan heng x reader#dan heng x you#dan heng hsr#dan heng#dan heng imagines#hsr x reader#hsr x you#dan heng x y/n#i've written so much for him lately. idk man he's just so easy to write for.#dan heng reading in the dark is just a hc
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Two Stars
I hope ya'll are still thinking about Aether bottoming for Sunshine cause I sure am
Word Count: 2569
Tags: filming, light bondage, Aeth is just a little subby if you squint, size kink
Summary: Sunshine wants to make a gift for the pack to show them how much she and Aether missed them.
“I have an idea.”
“That’s never a good sign.”
Aether looks up from the book he was reading. He gives the ghoulette excitedly bouncing from one foot to the other a pointed look. A Sunshine idea usually ended with something on fire or covered in glitter or both.
“Come onnnn Aeth you trust me don’t you?”
“Do you want me to answer that?” He laughs a little.
“No not really, but I promise you’re going to love this.”
He carefully debates her. It was rare he had a quiet night since taking over the duties in the nursery from Omega and he was very determined to finish his book. Satan knows when he’d have another opportunity, but the glint in Sunshine’s eye tugged at his curiosity. Plus if she was going to vandalize something he could make sure she wasn’t caught with a pop of quintessence.
He sighs “I’m not agreeing to anything, but what exactly is this idea of yours?”
“That’ll ruin the surprise! Just come to my room and I’ll explain everything.”
“Convincing” he says sarcastically, turning another page.
“Pleeeeeease if you don’t like it you don’t have to help me with it.”
“Help you?”
She nods with a massive grin. On the one hand he could shoo her away and let her get into whatever little deed she wanted. On the other…
“Alright. Show me what it is.”
She trills and immediately bolts off to her room. Aether smiles and shakes his head with a laugh. He takes his glasses off and sits them on the nightstand next to his book. He stands from where he had been laying in his bed and stretches, back cracking as he does so. He takes one step out of his door before Sunny is right in front of him again.
“Come on come on come onnnn” she grabs his hand and practically drags him along to her room.
“Slow down there’s no rush” he laughs fondly.
“That’s where you’re wrong my dear sweet Aether” she pushes him into her room and closes the door.
“You know you really need to clean in here.”
“I didn’t bring you here to lecture me. Plus it’s not even that bad” she takes a step towards the bed, flinching at the sound of a can crunching underfoot “that doesn’t mean anything.”
“Alright if I’m not here to help you see your floor again, then what is it?”
“I wanted to make a gift!”
“Oh?”
“For the pack! Tonight’s their last show so they’ll be coming home soon. I wanted to make something for them to show them how much we missed them!”
“Oh. Oh Sunny, that's so thoughtful.”
She steps over to him, wrapping her arms around him to the best of her ability given his size compared to her. He purrs deep in return.
“What did you have in mind?”
She snickers and grinds herself against him. Aether sucks in a breath feeling her half hard cock rub against his thigh.
“Sunshine.”
“Aether.”
She continues to press herself against him, circling her hips in quick little motions. She looks up at him, grinning.
“What do ya say Aeth? Wanna help me make their present?” She flicks her head towards the desk across from her bed. Aether immediately zeroes in on her phone propped up and pointing at bed.
“Little devil” he bends, capturing her in a kiss that quickly turns filthy.
“I knew you’d like it” she giggles before slipping him her tongue.
She bullies him back toward her bed and Aether lets her. When his knees hit the edge of the mattress he sits, pulling Sunshine into his lap. She slowly rolls her hips against him, letting her cock drag against his coaxing him hard. His hands wrap around her waist with his fingers nearly touching to help her bounce.
Sunshine reaches up and grabs a horn, pulling his head to the side to expose his neck. She latches onto the junction of his neck and ear, sucking, biting, kissing. He sighs heavy, hips twitching up against her. She grunts into his ear. She nips at the lobe and trails kisses down his neck leaving dark marks in her wake.
Sunny slips her hands under his shirt. She rubs his chest tugging at the hair there grabbing his tits and squeezing his nipples.
“Not wasting any time?” He sighs, pulling her even closer.
“You know how impatient Dew is. He’ll probably already have his hand around his dick at this point.”
“Please, we both know it’ll be Swiss first” he says as he throws his shirt who knows where.
“If we’re talking about firsts then I know exactly who it’ll be” she follows suit, Aether hisses in satisfaction when her breasts bounce with the movement.
“Who do you have in mind?” He greedily sucks a nipple into his mouth, biting down softly.
“Come on smart guy, it's so obvious.”
Aether licks across the scars right under her tits and laughs.
“Phantom” they say in unison.
Sunshine pushes him to lay back and he easily falls. She slowly drags her claws down his torso to his pajama pants. She kisses across his belly before hooking a hand under the waistband. She lifts off him just enough to be able to pull his pants and boxers off, throwing them to be lost with his shirt. Aether watches her move the whole time, biting back a groan. He decides to sit back and let her have her fun before he grabs her, flips her over and shoves his cock so deep into her ass she’ll be able to taste him.
She shucks her own pants off before snatching the bottle of lube out of her drawer and climbing back onto Aether. She bends to kiss him again, arching her back and throwing her tail over her shoulder to give the camera a perfect view of her hole.
“You ready big guy?” She slowly drags her claws up his forearms.
“Gonna sing for them?” His tail starts to wrap around her calf. His muscles flex in anticipation.
“Yeah” she huffs “you know how much they love your voice.”
“Sunny you’re so-what? Huh?” He moves to try to grab her, flip her over like he wants, but he can’t move.
He cranes his neck to see his wrists tied to the headboard with red rope. He tugs his arms against the restraints but the knot holds. Sunshine laughs at him.
“Better sing nice and loud so even Mounty hears you.”
She licks a path down his body. She buries her nose in the thick hair at the base of his cock and breathes deep before kissing along the shaft.
“Sunny” his voice shakes, dick twitching against her lips.
She doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t need to. All she does is drag the flat of her tongue up the vein on the underside. She gives the tip a few little kitten licks before sucking it into her mouth.
“Oh fuck” the bed creaks with the force Aether pulls on his restraints.
She flicks her eyes up staring at him as she sucks on the head of his cock. She circles her tongue over the slit, drinking down the little pearls of pre collecting there. She wraps a hand around the base giving him a few firm squeezes. It takes every bone in his body to not thrust up into her mouth.
Sunshine pops off of him, continuing to stroke him as she rubs small circles into his thighs.
“The pack is going to love this so much, Aeth. They’ll be so happy to see you unwinding.”
She thumbs the underside of his head and he almost chokes.
“You fuck you really thought this through huh?”
“Oh I’ve been thinking about this for a long time” she starts jacking him in earnest “just had to figure out how to get you under me big guy.”
He chews his lip to stop the moan from bubbling up. If he thought too hard about Sunshine’s implication he’d blow and he’s barely had five strokes. He tries to distract himself by looking towards the cameras and oh was that a mistake. All he gets is a clear view of Sunny as she pulls at his cock. Her hands don’t even fit all the way around the damn thing. He throws his head back against the pillow and ruts up into her fist, dribbling more pre onto her fingers.
“Sunny. Sunshine. I’m gonna- too close, too soon.”
She immediately pulls off of him and sits back on her legs. Aether’s head snaps up, staring at her with big eyes.
“What” she giggles “said it yourself, it was too soon. Plus I don’t think Dew would appreciate seeing you blow your load faster than he could ever make ya.”
She turns her head and blows a little kiss to the camera. She knows she’ll pay for that later. That was a problem for future Sunshine though.
“Sunny…” he growls a warning.
“Whaaaaat I’m just teasing. Besides, I think he’ll really like this next part.”
She places her hand around his throat. She doesn’t squeeze hard, just enough to hold him there really. Her other hand easily unties the rope from his wrists. Even through his haze of lust and near orgasm, he’s coherent enough to know now’s his chance to flip the script. Aether tries to surge forward but he’s stopped by Sunshine’s hold on him. He tries again and this time she grabs him and flips him onto his stomach. He knew Sunny was strong but this is unbelievable. He couldn’t comprehend how someone half his size was throwing him around like a doll. He hated how it went straight to his dick.
She quickly reties his hands behind his back, forcing his head into the mattress. She grabs him by the hips and pulls his ass up until its level with her. She grabs his ass and rubs little circles into the meat before she nips one of his cheeks.
“What are you—Lords below”
She spreads him open and licks a long hot strip over his hole. She leisurely flicks her tongue over that tight ring of muscle and Aether groans. She tentatively presses a finger to his hole. She laughs feeling him try to clench around it. She slowly pushes it in, gently petting upwards as she continues to lick around the rim. It’s not long before she’s slipping a second inside of him. She fucks him with her fingers until he’s bucking back onto her, desperately trying to search for more.
She gives it to him. He actually fucking whines when she pulls her finger out of him.
“Holy shit” she laughs “you’re really into this aren’t ya?”
“Just…shut it and fuck me. Please Sunny”
She trills “Hey Cirrus did you hear that? I actually got him to ask for my cock.”
She turns her attention away from the camera and back to Aether. She flicks open the bottle of lube and squirts a generous amount into her hand. She jacks herself a few times, spreading it over herself. Aether gasps when he feels her head against his hole. She pushes inside and nearly keens.
“Gods Mounty you gotta put it in him more, he’s tight.”
Aether clenches involuntarily around her and Sunshine hisses. She slowly slides the rest of the way in. Both of them moan when she’s fully seated inside. She pauses letting Aether adjust to the feeling, but also to steel herself. She’d never hear the end of it if she blew her load in one stroke. But fuck was it hard with Aether moaning like a whore underneath her.
She begins to fuck into him, slowly at first, searching for the spot that makes his eyes rolls back. She adjusts her hips and she can hear his fangs tearing through the pillow.
“There, Lords below, I need you to stay right there.”
She drapes herself over him, trying mouth at the back of his neck as she thrusts in harder. Aether squeezes around her and she sees stars. She gets lost in him. She fucks into him as hard and as deep as she can go, desperately trying to pull more sounds from him. The room is filled with the sound of skin against skin as Sunny screws her eyes shut focusing solely on the feeling of Aether all around her.
“Oh shit” she huffs, quickly wrapping a hand around Aether’s heavy cock “sing Aeth. Let them hear how much you missed them.”
With every thrust Aether huffs out little cries of Dew. He pleads for Cirrus. Begs for Cumulus. Whines for Swiss and Mountain. Gasps for Rain. Pants for Phantom and Aurora.
She strokes him faster, desperately trying to get him to cum before her. She pulls at his dick, thrusting deep into him until she feels him tense under her. He grunts as he spills hot, coating her knuckles and dripping onto the sheets. It only takes about three more pushes into him before Sunny throws her head back, mouth hanging open as she cums deep inside Aether’s ass.
She pants heavy, taking a moment to catch her breath before untying the rope from around his wrists. She kisses along his spine as she slowly slides out of him. Aether chews his lip when he feels her press her fingers to his used hole, shoving the cum that dripped out back inside.
When he feels her move away he flops down onto her stomach. He rolls his shoulders with a sigh at finally being able to stretch. He lets Sunny rub his back for a little before he shifts to lay on his side looking up at her. She leans down and gives him a quick kiss.
“Think they’ll like it?”
“They’re going to love it.”
“I just hope Papa isn’t around when they decide to watch it.”
“Please” he snickers “Copia would be into it.”
“Gross” she wrinkles her nose.
Aether just laughs and pulls her down to cuddle with him. They like that for awhile, drifting in and out of sleep with their tail entwined. Sunshine lets her little bit of fire rise to the surface. Aether purrs in thanks. They share a few soft kisses and excitement that the pack will finally be home soon. Sunny’s eyes start to droop and Aether pulls her closer. She presses a kiss to his neck and lets herself give into sleep. Its quiet. It’s nice.
Until she jolts upward.
“Oh fuck did I hit record?”
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The ritual was over. The last one of the year. The ghouls had used what last of their energy they had to run straight to the tour bus. Now they all sit curled up in the little lounge area, slowly being rocked to sleep as it drives them to the hotel they’ll be at for the night before leaving in the morning.
There’s a little ding and Phantom’s ear twitches. He picks up his phone and squints at the brightness. His tail thumbs against the couch when he reads the message.
“Guys look! Sunny and Aeth sent us a video!”
Swiss leans over and reads the message “Miss you guys. See you soon with a winky face.”
The others shift closer to Phantom wanting to see what those two could’ve possibly sent.
“Come on, play it!” Aurora calls.
Phantom leans his head against Rain’s shoulder as he presses play.
#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#ghost bc#aether ghoul#sunshine ghoulette#aether x sunshine#mdni#the band ghost fic#golfball writes
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bothering me | e.m.
gif not mine, got it from pinterest
pairing: eddie munson x reader (using ‘you’)
requested: yes
type: angst, pure angst
summary: eddie starts being distant from the reader, when you finally confront him, he explodes and tells you it’s because you’re too clingy
warnings: curse words, idk kinda toxic relationship vibes?
a/n: i’m trying to stop using pronouns she/her and they/them in my works and just putting ‘you’ cause it’s suitable for every person, i hope you guys will like it!
word count: 1,127
‘Sooo… movies at my place tonight?’ You whispered into Eddie’s ear when you had finally found him next to his locker.
‘Sorry, I’m busy.’
‘With what?’
‘Stuff, (Y/n). I don’t have to tell you everything all the time.’
‘I know but I’m your partner and I thought that being in a relationship means telling each other what we’re doing.’ You looked down at your shoes. ‘Especially when we want to avoid a date.’ You mumbled quietly enough so he wouldn’t hear it.
‘I just can’t tonight. Maybe some other day, okay?’ He asked and turned his head towards you.
‘Yeah sure.’ A forced smile appeared on your lips.
You turned around to look at the school clock on the other side of the corridor.
‘The class starts soon, can you at least give me-‘ You turned to Eddie again but he wasn’t there anymore.’…a kiss..’
You sighed and started walking towards your classroom.
Did I do something?
Maybe he’s cheating on me?
Am I not good enough?
Every possibility for his behaviour circled in your head but the one that caused it. You were sitting in your desk, listening to the boring lecture about reptiles, with your pen scribbling some shapes on the back of your notebook. You started thinking about Eddie and without much thought you drew his portrait on another blank page. Smiling to yourself you signed it ‘for my pretty boy x’ and decided to throw it into his locker when the next break approached.
You were proud of that piece and thought that maybe it’ll show Eddie how much you think of him and he won’t be such a dick anymore. Because let’s be honest, leaving you alone at his locker without saying goodbye was rude, at least to you. When you threw your drawing into his locker you thought that maybe after he sees it he will come running to you, apologizing for being so distant. But he didn’t. You didn’t see him that day anymore and you came home in hopes of him calling and guess what? He didn’t call.
For the course of next week you’ve been trying your best to get his attention in every possible way. And every time he just brushed you off like you were nothing, he didn’t even mention anything about your drawing. After he hadn’t even looked at you on Friday you decided it was enough. So you stormed to his house as soon as you had finished your classes. Your fists were quickly hitting the door of his trailer. After a few seconds Eddie opened them for you.
‘What are you doing here?’ He asked confused.
‘I wanted to talk to you, can we do that?’
‘Sure.’ He mumbled and signals for you to come in.
‘What do you want to talk about?’ He sat down on his bed while he was looking at you intensely.
‘Your behaviour.’
‘What’s wrong with it?’ He huffed.
‘You’re distant.’
‘You’re imagining things, (Y/n).’ He chuckled and readjusted his sitting position.
‘Eddie, you’ve been avoiding me for the last week all the fucking time. I am definitely not imagining things. Especially after today, have you noticed you haven’t even looked at me today?’ Tears were filling up your eyes.
‘That’s bullshit, I am not avoiding you.’
‘But you are!’ You stepped closer to him. ‘Why? Do you have someone else?’
‘No, (Y/n/n). You know I don’t.’ He mumbled and closed his eyes.
‘They why are you doing this? Why are you behaving this way? Do you have problems at school?’
‘I don’t.’
‘Eddie for fucks sake, then why are you so-‘
‘Because of you!’ He stood up and faced you. ‘You are all over me, all the fucking time. And I know it’s a good thing but it’s bothering me. It’s bothering me a lot. It’s like you don’t have any friends beside me, you don’t even let me breathe (Y/n)! Wherever I go, you’re there. Whenever I have some quiet and peace, you show up!’
‘Isn’t that the point of a relationship?’ You sobbed.
‘No! Not when I can’t do shit without you! Not when you’re touching me all the time and breathing down my neck!’ He turned around and sat down on the bed again.
You were standing there in shock, scared to say something back to him. You didn’t think your love language could bother him. You showed your love through touch and through quality time, what was so wrong with it? And Eddie never complained, he always had told you how nice your cuddles were, how he loved holding your hand. Maybe it just became too much for him at one point? You wanted to tell him you’ll take things slowly and you won’t push. You still loved him and wanted to comfort him, make him feel better. You carefully sat down next to him, his hands were holding his hair on either side and he was looking down at his boots. You slowly put your arm around him in hopes to give him a loving hug and show him how much you care and that his outburst didn’t change anything. You thought he would accept your touch but you were wrong. He quickly pushed your hand away and looked straight into your eyes.
‘What have I just said?’ He snapped.
You looked down at your shoes feeling like a scolded puppy and then scooted over to the other side of the bed. You were both sitting in silence for what felt like eternity and when you finally stopped thinking about the argument you had, you stood up and walked over to his desk. You took a piece of paper and a pen and started writing your message. You thought it was the best way to tell him something without him getting even more mad at you, you didn’t want to risk saying something wrong. When you finished the note you made your way outside of his trailer and back to your home.
Meanwhile Eddie was still sitting on his bed, thinking if he did the right thing. He didn’t want to lose you, of course, but this was just too much and he exploded. He looked at his desk and stood up to see the note. He took it and small tears fell from his eyes.
I’m sorry Eddie,
I know that you probably hate me right now and I’m sorry that my actions made you angry. I didn’t know that all of this could bother you and I want you to help me understand, when you’re ready that is. Just call me or come over and we can talk this out in peace and even if you don’t want to be with me anymore, I’ll understand. I’m sorry again.
Love, (Y/n)
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Cure For a Bad Day—MCU
No thots. Just a silly fluffy Irondad thought I had to turn into a story. :3 If you don’t like, don’t read. But if you’re here for Irondad fluff or just fluffy Marvel tickles, then come on in! OvO
Word Count: 5,000
Summary: After a rough week of school mishaps, Peter starts to doubt his future at being a good student and even being Spider-Man. It’s up to Tony Stark to remind Peter he’s still worth it, and bring back his mentor’s favorite smile. (This is a tickle fic duh, purely platonic)
Lee! Peter
Ler! Tony
If there was one thing Peter Parker was good at, was multitasking. How many other teens could juggle the responsibilities of high school while fighting crime almost every night in the not-so-friendly-neighborhood, and still manage to finish their homework on time for the next day?
Somehow he was able to do both.
But like any other student, he had his challenges. Like today, for example. Peter was in the middle of trying to finish a lab report essay for chemistry class. He was pretty stressed out, as he hadn’t had so much time to work on it for the past three weeks stopping midnight crimes and shenanigans almost four nights a week.
Now, here he was, hunched over at his desk, typing away at his laptop attempting to finish his lab report that was due tomorrow. He was mid-paragraph, stuck on page three out of the required five.
Normally, Peter would rack his science loving brain and throw something together quick, but tonight was different. He was having trouble figuring out more words and what to say in the report.
His eyes were starting to hurt from staring at his computer screen so long. His spine ached from being hunched over like a shrimp in his chair for hours. And his stomach growled; he had skipped dinner and was insistent with himself that he could have time to eat after he got his report done.
He looked at his bedside clock. 10:37pm. Oh come on! I’ll have to go to bed soon and I’m not even close to being done.
Peter sighed. Sometimes, his full time job being Spider-Man could really put a dent into his student life.
There was a knock at his door. “Peter? You alright?” the soft voice of his Aunt asked.
“I’m okay, Aunt May,” Peter stifled a yawn. “Just finishing up homework.”
“You said you were finishing up two hours ago.”
“Well this time, I mean it. I am almost done.”
“Alright if I come in?”
“Yeah. Go ahead.”
The sight of her tired, stressed, hunched over nephew saddened May. “Oh, Peter, you’ve been at that science report of yours all afternoon. Why not call it a night and get some rest?”
“I can’t,” Peter’s eyes stayed glued to his screen. The blinking curser that sat there unmoving for hours seemed to mock him. “I have to finish this tonight. This thing is worth a lot of my grade this semester.”
“Hmm, okay how about this?” May offered. “I’ll let you knock off school tomorrow, and send a note to your teachers that you’re out sick. It’ll give you an extra day to finish your report.” Her lips ruled into a soft grin. “Maybe after that, you and I can head off to the mall and buy you some more of those Squishables things you secretly like.”
Normally, Peter would laugh and jokingly say what a bad influence she was letting him cut school like that. But tonight, he didn’t even crack a smile. “No thanks. I’ll get this done before I go to sleep. Shouldn’t be much longer.”
Aunt May saw that tonight would be one of those nights where Peter wouldn’t budge out of his zombie induced state. So she decided to let him be. “Alright then,” she sighed. “Just please don’t stay up past midnight. I don’t want to get another phone call saying you slept through class and other kids decided to draw on your face.”
“Yeah, will do.”
And with that, she shut the door.
Peter rubbed his eyes with a sigh. “C’mon…c’mon…gotta finish. Ugh! Why can’t I finish?” The teen was just about to give up and call it quits when the hairs on the back of his neck and arms stood out on end. His Spidey tingle was going off!
Despite feeling achy and sluggish, he quickly stood up and tore off his clothes, slipping into his Spider-Man costume. He pulled his mask over his face and was about to jump out the window when he stopped himself.
Aunt May might come back to check if I really did go to sleep. Dang it! Ok uhh…oh wait! That’ll work!
Peter grabbed some day old clothes off the floor and shoved them under his blanket, pushing them into a sort of Peter-shaped lump. Hopefully, if his aunt came to check on him she wouldn’t look too closely.
Grabbing his phone, he hopped off the windowsill and swung out into the night.
By the time Peter managed to sneak back into his room through the window, he was exhausted. He felt like he was about to pass out as soon as he stepped into his bedroom.
He flopped onto his bed, lifting his Spidey mask off his sweaty face. He didn’t have the energy to take off his costume just yet. He was so tired.
He had stopped a home break-in coordinated by three criminals. Normally, a crime like a break-in was child’s play to Peter. But after spending the whole week fighting off crime and running on four hours of sleep, and topped with the stress of his recent assignment, Spider-Man suddenly didn’t have the energy to do a lot of fighting tonight.
His web-shooting was uncoordinated, one punch nearly knocked him out, and he appeared to be wobbly when he landed.
Even the criminals seemed to noticed how he wasn’t putting much of a fight, and taunted him while having their weapons pointed at the sleepy hero.
Peter barely managed to stop those three criminals, and earned himself a bruise on his jaw and knee. So by the time the boy made it home, the clock read 1:55am.
Peter wanted to scream in frustration. Well there goes another sleepless night, he thought as he quietly stripped himself out of his Spidey suit and grabbed a T-shirt from his floor pile.
He cringed as his brain calculated the few hours of sleep he would be getting again.
The next day at school turned out to be so much worse. First, Peter was late to his first class due to him sleeping through his many alarms he set for that morning. Next, he ended up forgetting his lunch—and even emergency lunch money—from rushing to get ready earlier. And then, as if that wasn’t enough to put him in a bad mood, he completely forgot about his lab report.
His stomach churned as he heard the teacher announce for everyone to hand in their reports to the front.
“Peter?” The voice of his best friend made him whip around.
“What is it, Ned?”
“What’s up with you?” Ned asked in a hushed whisper. “You look like you haven’t slept in a month, and you’re acting way jittery than normal.” Ned’s eyes widened. “Is it the spider sense?! Is there danger somewhere right now? Do you need me to come up with an excuse so you can get out of here?”
Peter could barely register his friend’s overlapping questions. “No, Ned, I don’t need anything. And it’s not that. I just…” he sighed, burying his face into his sweater covered arms. “Trouble in the neighborhood late at night, and I completely forgot to finish my lab report.”
“What?!” Ned whisper-shouted. “Y’know normally I’d scold you like your aunt does, but you look like you’ve been through enough already.” He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Need me to make up some excuse? Save your skin at least a little?”
Peter shook his head miserably. “No point. I’m screwed enough as is here. Total failure.”
“Are you su—“
Their conversation was interrupted by the teacher snapping at them. “Parker? Your report, please.”
Uneasiness filled Peter’s stomach again. It felt borderline nauseous. He slowly walked up to the front desk. “I uh…don’t really have it physically with me right now.” He pointed towards his lab table. “I-It’s on my laptop.”
“Trouble printing it out?” The teacher asked.
“Something like that.” Peter could feel his cheeks growing warm.
The teacher sighed with a head shake. “Well then if you email it to me in the next three minutes, I’ll still give you credit. But next time, Peter, make sure you are able to find a reliable printing source ahead of time when you’re printing your reports. Don’t just try to print them last minute, that’s when these incidents happen.”
“Yes, of course.” Peter swallowed dryly as he shuffled back to his table. His fingers trembled as he opened his laptop, the unfinished pages of his lab report staring back at him. It felt like a punch to the gut. Well…something is better than nothing, right?
After school, the poor exhausted teen wanted nothing more than to go home, face plant onto his bed, and hope his mattress would swallow him up.
He was surprised to see a text message from Happy on his phone screen. Meet at the Avenger’s facility right after school. Your ride is waiting for you out front. New missions are heading your way. :) -Happy
New mission? That perked Peter up a little. At least he could forget about school for the weekend. Sulking in his room would have to wait. Right now, he was curious as to what sort of new mission awaited him at the Avengers’ headquarters!
The car trip didn’t take so much time. It did, however, leave the boy to replay the events that had just happened prior. He slumped in his seat. Suddenly, a new mission with the Avengers didn’t seem to excite him anymore.
Why can’t I just be more responsible? Peter bitterly asked himself. The other Avengers are able to juggle their normal lives and jobs and still manage to fight bad guys all without breaking a sweat. Heck, even Mr. Stark can do it. So why can’t I? *sigh* Am I really that bad of a student? What’s my future going to look like if I can’t even make it through high school?
Ugh! Why is your entire self worth and future determined by one stupid grade?!
Upon arrival, Peter didn’t seem as starry-eyed or ecstatic anymore. At least, that was the noticeable vibe Tony Stark noticed with his young mentee. He, in fact, looked in bad shape. Dark rings circled under his eyes, he looked disheveled like he had been sleeping under a bridge the whole week, and he seemed very anxious. Not the typical anxious-excitement Peter normally projected whenever he heard any mention of a potential new mission.
Tony wrapped an arm around the silently depressed teen. “So how goes it, kid? Survived another week of school?”
Peter scoffed. “Just barely.”
“I hear ya. But hey, cheer up. It looks like a certain web-slinging hero will be tagging along on more serious world-saving missions with the rest of us. Now how’s that upgrade for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?”
The boy merely shrugged. “I guess it could be good for my rep. So long as I don’t screw anything up again.”
“Hey, look. You just made a couple mistakes, underoos. It happens to all of us when we’re starting out as heroes. But this a fresh start; a chance to really show the others and the world that your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man protects more than just the neighborhood and supermarkets. He protects the world, too.” He gave Peter’s shoulder a shake.
“Okay,” Peter said with a small sigh. Oh how he wished he could get back to sulking in his room right about now.
Tony started to grow more worried about his mentee that afternoon. He assumed the kid had a bad day at school or was simply tired after a long week, but this seemed much worse.
Peter didn’t go on mini gush-rants about random things. He didn’t spit out any science jokes or puns. He didn’t even quote any old movies. Peter Parker always quoted his vintage iconic quips and lines. It was like his second vocabulary—first vocabulary being talking in only Star Wars lines.
Something was really wrong. And Stark was not going to wait around any longer to find out.
When Tony finally found Peter, he was sitting upside down from the corner of the ceiling, the hood of his sweater almost covering his face, earbuds in and mindlessly scrolling through his phone.
“Peter?”
Said teen took his earbuds out. His gaze softened when he met eyes with his mentor. “Oh, hey Mr. Stark. What brings you here?”
“That’s just what I want to ask you, kid. What are you doing up there by yourself?”
Peter shrugged. “Bored.”
“Bored?! In the freakin’ Avengers’ facility?”
“Well, sorry. Guess I’m just a little too tired today.”
He’s trying to avoid my question, Tony thought. “A better question would be, why have you been moping around since you got here? Happy even said that you were so quiet in the car ride here. No offense, kid, but you’re never the quiet type. Especially around Happy. So what gives?”
The boy averted his game. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Just tired like I said. Y’know, keeping the neighborhood safe almost every night really drains your energy.”
“Cut the charades, kid,” Tony said firmly. “I wanna know what’s up with you. I’ve known you long enough to know that even with your nighttime gig as Spider-Man, you somehow always have enough energy to set Happy’s blood pressure spiraling, and annoy the rest of the Avengers with your weird vine refreshes and those picture things you call memes.”
Peter averted his gaze. How could he tell his mentor and biggest idol all the crappy events that took place that week? It wasn’t like it was a serious topic. It was just his own failure to be responsible.
“I don’t know,” he answered quietly.”
“Hmm…let me guess. Trouble at school?”
Peter looked up.” Maybe?”
“Alright, give me names here. A description of the punk. Who’s organs do I have to obliterate?”
“What? No, no, no, it’s not like that, Mr. Stark,” Peter quickly objected. “It’s just…rough days at school is all. And my student life.”
“I see. Want to come down from there and talk about it? I’ll have Happy make us some hot chocolate.”
“Alright.”
The warm hot chocolate was very comforting. After the long harsh week of events, a hot comforting drink was just what Peter needed. And it helped ease the hesitance he had earlier so he was able to come clean about what had happened.
“Wow,” Tony said, finally breaking the silence. “It sounds like the week really treated you terribly.”
“Tell me about it.” Peter fixed his gaze on his cup.
“Hey, listen, kid. You just had a bad week. Things will get better. You gotta believe that.”
The teen hero frowned. “How do you know I won’t keep failing? I’ve been screwing up nonstop this entire week. And even when I try to do better, everything always turns out worse. It’s like the universe hates me because I’m Spider-Man.”
Before Tony could respond, Peter kept talking. “And its so dumb, too. This whole situation. I’m sitting here whining about something that could’ve been avoidable if I had been a more responsible student. There’s no one to blame but me. And look at you, Mr. Stark. If you were in my shoes, you wouldn’t be a failing student just because you’re Ironman. I just want to do better, but I don’t feel like I can. And I know the school system doesn’t believe I can either.”
“Hey now, don’t say that,” Tony protested. “You’re a brilliant kid, Peter. Yes, you’re going to hit roadblocks along the way with your full time gig as Spider-Man and as a full time student, but you’re going to be fine. You just need a little encouragement. When you’re out there saving the neighborhood and face-to-face with an enemy that makes you feel like it’s hopeless, I’ve noticed that you never back down. No matter how difficult it is. This right here isn’t any different.
And if the crappy school system that’s been putting too much pressure on their students and treating them like garbage doesn’t believe in you, I do. I believe you can do it, Peter. You’re so much stronger than you think you are.”
Peter almost wanted to tear up at the words his mentor was telling him. Damn, he really was good at this inspirational uplifting speech thing. Maybe even better than Captain America.
He couldn’t stop the tears, though. He had been feeling so emotional this entire week and after hearing Tony freakin’ Stark rant about how he was worth it despite everything he was feeling, Peter really needed to let some tears out.
Seeing the boy’s eyes fill with tears made Tony panic. Had he made the kid feel worse with his words? “Oh god, are you alright? Did i go too far with that?”
Peter let out a breathy laugh. “No, no, you’re good.” He sniffed, and wiped his tears with his sweater sleeve. “Sorry I got emotional back there. Your uplifting speech just got me teary-eyed. Thanks, Mr. Stark. I guess I really needed to hear that.”
Tony gave the teen’s shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Anytime, kiddo. Glad I could help. Now, I do want to help out with your school problem a little so you’re not feeling traumatized Monday morning.”
The boy tilted his head like a curious puppy. “Huh? What do you mean help out?”
“Well I sort of did a little research on what your next assignments for the week are going to be on for your classes. And I took the liberty to have FRIDAY complete next week’s assignments so you’ll have the entire week off to not worry about your homework.”
“You…wait, are you saying that you had FRIDAY hack into my teachers’ lesson plans and did all my homework for me?!”
Tony nodded, stirring his half drunk mug with a spoon. “Yup. Your homework’s done with all the right answers so it’ll guarantee to bring your grades back up to an A+.” He paused. “Well, an A- to make it seem like you did it.”
Peter didn’t know if he should feel grateful or disbelief. “I-I…thank you? I guess?”
Tony smirked. “What, that’s it? I do you a favor here so you can have the week off. You can have more time to focus on your web-slinging career, or use the extra time to take a nap in home room, or stare at girls more between classes.”
Peter blushed at that last comment. “Okay, fine. Thank you, Mr. Stark. I really appreciate it.” For the first time that week, Peter smiled. A genuine warm smile. Then his face melted to concern. “Wait…do you think that it’s cheating?”
“Uhh….nah,” Tony assured him with a wave of his hand. “Hey, as long as it gets you the grades you deserve. Besides, you aren’t even going to use 90% of the crap they teach you in school. You’re gonna forget it immediately anyways.”
Peter giggled, covering his mouth with his sleeve. “Oh my god, Mr. Stark. You’re just as a bad influence as May.”
“Good! Maybe you can learn something here about all the shortcuts and loopholes to high school.”
“There are noho loopholes or shortcuhuhuts to high school!”
“Hell yeah there are! How do you think I got to where I am today?” Tony gestured to himself. “You think all of this happened by being a full time student? No way. High school did nothing to help me be who I am today. All it did was give me anxiety, student debt, and unrealistic expectations on what I needed to thrive in the real world. Oh yeah, high school teaches you nothing on how to adult or pay your bills. But hey, at least they teach you that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, right?”
Peter could not stop his giggles anymore. His giggles turned to laughter, and even while trying to muffle them through his sleeves, Tony could see the corner of his smile and the blush that dusted his cheeks.
It was always so easy to make the kid laugh, and Tony always liked to take advantage of it every time.
“Y-You’re terrihihible, Mr. Stark!” Peter said through his bright laughter. “A bahahad influence! Y-You’re even worse thahahn Loki!”
“Excuuuuse me?!” Tony pretended to be offended. He sat up, scraping the chair back, which made Peter’s eyes widen in alarm.
“Wait, no!” Peter surprised Tony by flipping onto the ceiling. “Don’t—Don’t tickle me, Mr. Stark!” Peter had had enough recent experience knowing what that look meant every time Tony got up from his seat. Having his own mentor know of his one dreaded weakness—the fact that he was insanely ticklish—and using that to mess with him anytime he got depressed or a little too snarky always flustered him to bits.
Tony grinned up at the spider teen on the ceiling. “Huh? Tickle you? Now why on earth would I do that? Oh right, because your ticklishness got dialed up to eleven from the spider bite. Isn’t that what you told me?”
Peter’s blush darkened. “S-Stop saying that so casually! I now what you’re up to!”
“Hey, I’m not up to anything. And honestly, I wasn’t going to tickle you.” A sinister smirk spread across his mentor’s face. “But since that was the first thought that crossed your mind…”
Peter’s tummy did fluttery flip flops. “Oh c’mon!! Mr. Stark nohoho! Dohohon’t you dare!”
“Too late. FRIDAY, a little help?”
“Yep. On it.”
The poor flustered teen squealed in alarm as one of Tony’s Ironman suits came flying over to him, trying to pry him off the ceiling. It was surprisingly easy, as Peter was already too giggly and flustered to concentrate on his sticking to the ceiling.
With Peter off the ceiling, he was dumped ungracefully onto the floor in front of Tony where the Iron suit immediately grabbed and pinned the kid’s wrists above his head.
“What the—FRIDAY you traitohohor!” Peter squawked. He pulled on his wrists, internally pouting that his spider strength wasn’t working in that moment.
“Hey now, don’t you insult FRIDAY,” Tony playfully scolded with a poke to the boy’s stomach. Peter squeaked at the touch. “We’re just here to help you out. I know how rough it’s been with school lately, and I don’t want to lose my underoos just because of that. You’ve been real upset ever since you got here and I know you’ve been upset all week. So no more of that now. You should know the Avengers’ facility is a no-sadness zone!”
And with that said, Tony right away scribbled both hands into his kid’s belly, making Peter screech.
“EeeAAAHAAaahahaaa! HeHEHE—Heyyyy! No faHAHAhahair!” Peter thrashed and kicked, instinctively trying to pull his arms down to no avail. “Mr. Stahahark! Nohoho pleasHEEAheeheehease!”
“Sorry, no can do, kiddo,” Tony casually answered over his mentee’s squeaky laughter. “I haven’t seen my underoos’ favorite smile in forever so I’m making up for lost time!”
“B-But nohohot like tha—HAAAHA! Heheheyyy!” Peter arched his back as Tony’s fingers crept up to his ribs. His blush now spread to the tips of his ears. He was cursing internally at how his Spidey strength was suddenly no longer there as he was laughing like a maniac.
Any other intense situation, Spider-Man would be able to easily get himself out of, but this was different. The ticklish sensations buzzing throughout his nervous system plus all his laughing was sapping any strength he had left, including his spider strength.
As Tony let his fingers inch closer to the teen’s underarms, he was playfully shocked when Peter tried to bite him. He pulled his hands back with a gasp.
“Whoa! What the heck was that?! What are you, a biting tarantula now?”
“You were getting too close to my armpits!” Peter shot back.
“Ohhhh I see.” Tony flashed him an evil grin that reminded Peter of that creepy, murderous knife-hiding doll from that 80s movie that always came back from the dead. “That’s your death spot, isn’t it?”
Peter shifted uncomfortably, his blush darkening. “N-No..?”
“Wrong answer.”
“AAAAAAHHERRHWHRHFEAAHAAAAAHAAAHA!! No Mr. Stahahahark!! NAAAHAHAHAO!!” Peter squirmed like a fish out of water, his body instinctively trying to twist away from Tony’s evil scribbling fingers. But no matter which way he turned, it didn’t help much. Tony’s fingers seemed glued to his hollows.
“EEEEAAAAHEHEEHHAAAA!! M-MR STAHAHARK!! IT…IHIHIT REALLY TIHIHAHAHA TIHIHICKLES BAAAAHAHAHD!!”
“That’s the point, kiddo! It’s more—whoa! You are just extra kicky today, aren’t you? FRIDAY, a little help here?”
“NOOOHOHOHO!”
Tony and FRIDAY had switched places; FRIDAY grabbing ahold of Peter’s flailing legs while Tony grabbed the boy’s wrists in one hand. Even as the two switched places, Tony couldn’t help but notice how Peter wasn’t putting up a fight to get away. He could’ve easily gotten up and bolted the second they let go of his limbs, or curl up with his arms wrapped around his torso so they couldn’t bring his arms up anymore, but he just laid there with a silly smile and blushy cheeks. Almost as if he secretly wanted this to keep going.
Tony had to ask the billion dollar question. “Y’know Pete, despite all your complaints, you’re not even putting up a fight to stop me or FRIDAY. Could it be because…you actually like this? You like getting tickled?”
Peter fell silent. He looked anywhere but his mentor’s eyes. He opened his mouth to answer but all that came out was stutters and keyboard smashes.
Tony raised an eyebrow. “Really? Look, I’m barely holding down your arms here and you’re not even trying to get away!” Peter’s face felt like was on fire now. “You know you can easily break out of my grip—even FRIDAY’s—and hightail it outta here, buuuut…I’m starting to think you don’t want to. Am I right or what?”
“I-I…” was all that came out of Peter’s mouth. Finally, he sighed and locked eyes with his mentor. His flustered, trembling lip suddenly curled into a crap-eating grin. With a defiant smirk, Peter stuck his tongue out. “Bite me, old man!”
Tony’s mouth formed a perfect O. Oh the kid was so asking for it! Recovering in a millisecond, Tony cracked his knuckled for dramatic effect. “That’s it! You’re finished, kid! You know I’m sensitive about my age!”
Peter actually had the nerve to stick his tongue out at him again.
Okay, so maybe truthfully he didn’t want this playful attack to cease. It was a great stress reliever after the rough week he endured. And if Peter wanted to dig a little deeper into it, while he was being tickled to pieces and screeching at frequencies only dogs should hear, he couldn’t think of all the bad things that had happened—his lab report incident, academic pressure, or even any general insecurities he had as Peter Parker and Spider-Man.
All he could think about in the heat of the moment was the playful ticklish feeling, the waves of dopamine, and the pure fun bonding vibe. So despite all the squealing and squirming, Peter was genuinely having fun. He’d be bummed if Tony stopped so soon. So he had to provoke his mentor some more to keep the fun going.
And that’s just what he did.
Oh, but if only FRIDAY hadn’t been traitorous enough to actually look up other sorts of tickling methods and suggest them to Tony to use against Peter.
“W-Wait! Wahahahit!! NonononoAAAAAAHAHAHEEHEHAHAAAA!! EEEEEHHAAAHAEHE!! THAT FEEHEEHEEHEELS AHAHA—AWFUFUFUL!! *snort* NAAAAAAHEHEAAHAAAAHAHAAA!!”
“Did you just snort, kid?!”
“N-Nohoho!! Shuhuhut uhuhup!! AAAAH! Waitwaitwait!! I tahahahake it baHAAAAAAHAHAAAAA!!”
Better hope that none of the Avengers nor his enemies finds out about Spider-Man’s adorable little weakness.
#sfw tickling community#tickle fic#tickle fluff#spiderman tickle#spiderman#marvel tickle#marvel#peter parker#tony stark#lee!peter#ler!tony#this was so much fun#eeeee <3#mushy writes stuff
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My little love
Chapter 23
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced reader
Word count: 6.5k
Warnings: this is fluffy!! There is some angst with Henry remembering his time at hydra, Henry being a brave sweetie pie and facing his fears, Charlotte is a whole warning on her own,
A/N: here we are again with our favorite family! This chapter is kind of all over the place but in a good way. There is a guys and girls weekend. It ends with it being Steebie’s birthday and guess who is the most excited to celebrate her favorite person? That’s right our sweet Angel.
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“Are you going to do anything fun this weekend?”
“Mhm. Habe a seepover wit Olibia. An mama say we habe tea pawty.” Lottie informs her father.
He was sitting on the floor of the living room with his back against the couch. His head tilted back so that it was resting on Lottie’s lap and she could play with his hair. It was their new night time routine. Bucky looks up to find Lottie smiling down at him while her little fingers tangled themselves along his dark silky strands.
“Dada habe fun?”
“Lots of fun, doll. I’m gonna go fishing and then some more fishing and then some more fishing and then-”
“Dada.” Lottie giggled.
“What?” Bucky replied with a chuckle of his own.
“Dada funny.”
“He’s hilarious.” You call from the hallway as you put your phone away after having taken a picture of the two of them. “But it’s time for bed missy.”
“But mama am making dada pwetty.”
“I see that. You’re doing a great job, he looks very pretty. But if you go to sleep now you’ll be able to see Olivia tomorrow.”
Lottie gasped at this new bit of information before scrambling off the couch, almost kicking Bucky in the face while she did so. She’s already in her pajamas so all she has to do is pick out which book she wants for a bedtime story.
“I was getting the best head massage and you just had to ruin it.”
“Oh I’m sorry baby. I’ll make it up to you.”
“And how will you do that?” Bucky’s expression darkened and he gave you his most devilish, knee weakening grin.
You don’t answer, instead you take a step back and then another as you watch Bucky stand and start stalking toward you. With a giggle you start moving down the hallway but Bucky is right behind you. His intentions were clear but the sweet melodic voice of your sweet Angel stopped anything from happening. For the moment at least.
“Dada, this one.” She held up a book for him to read. Bucky stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her, his demeanor completely changed.
“I’ll be waiting.” You call out after checking in on an already sleeping Henry.
Bucky groaned as he watched you saunter away. The sway of your hips and the flirty wink you send over your shoulder drives him wild. He walked into Lottie’s room where she was already sitting in bed patiently waiting to be tucked in with the book in her hands. Bucky’s eyes soften as he takes in his little girl smiling happily at him. Surrounded by comfort and love and happiness. He couldn’t help but feel selfish as he thought about wanting more of this life with you. He wanted his exhaustion to come from chasing little versions of you and him around and not from hunting down and getting rid of hydra.
“Dada?” Lottie calls him as she holds the book out for him to take.
“Alright, let’s see what you picked for tonight.” Bucky tucks Lottie in and sits at the edge of the bed and opens the book to the first page.
“You remember what I said right?”
“Yeah mama.” Lottie answered from her place on the counter. Her feet kicking in the air as she watches you fill a thermos with coffee. “Dada an bubba go fish wit gwandpa.”
“That right and they’re going to be gone all weekend so we get to have a girls weekend. Olivia and all of your aunties will be here soon.”
“Habe fun wit Olibia.”
“Yeah and uncle Clint’s daughter is going to be here too. Her name is Lila.”
“Habe seepover too?”
“We can ask her when she gets here.” You say as you clean up. The front door opens and you see a little head topped with light brown curls speeding in.
“Lottie!”
“Olibia!”
Both girls squeal in delight as they reunite. You quickly grab Lottie from her place on the counter before she jumps and set her down. They don’t waste another second as they embrace. Immediately they begin to talk about what they should do first before Charlotte takes Olivia’s hand and they run together into Charlotte’s room. As soon as they disappeared Molly, Sofia and your brothers walk in followed by Bucky and Henry.
“I think we’ve lost them already.” Molly says as she hugs you. “How have you been?”
“Good and you?”
“I’m ready for this weekend to get started.”
“There she is.” Luke said as he walked in and engulfed you in a hug of his own. Soon enough you were greeting and hugging the rest of the family.
“Where’s dad?”
“Tony stopped him, something about taking a jet?”
“Of course he’d rather take the jet.” You chuckle. “Coffee anyone?”
You get a chorus of yeses so you serve everyone a cup as you catch up.
****
Apparently it only took twenty minutes to convince Eddie to take the jet instead of separate cars. So now everyone was just outside the hanger as the guys packed their things in. They’d never admit it but you could see how giddy Eddie, Luke and Joshua were.
“Don’t worry kitten, I’ll keep an eye on them.” Your dad said as he stepped up to say goodbye.
“Good luck with that. They’re trouble when they get together.”
“You forget I was in the military. Wrangling in troublemakers was my job.”
You smile as you hug him. “We’ll talk when you come back?”
“Of course. But you have fun too.”
“Sure will.”
Eddie moves to say goodbye to everyone else. It’s like the rest of the team has adopted him as their dad. It’s sweet and you know that your dad loves it and the team appreciates him. You watch Steve scoop up both Lottie and Olivia to say his own goodbye but not before they talk his ear off with everything they’ve planned. It felt like a glimpse into the future and you could totally see Steve being a girl dad. He gives you a quick hug and heads for the jet.
“Alright sugar, are you sure you’ll be ok?” Bucky asks as he hugs you for what felt like the 100th time.
“Yes baby, I’ll be fine. Go have fun and relax. You’ll love the cabin and so will Henry.” You say with a smile before your eyes start roaming. “Where is Henry?”
“He’s with A.J., Cass and Cooper.”
As if on queue Henry runs to you and throws his arms around your waist.
“You ok sweet boy?”
“Why can’t you come with us?” He says as he looks up.
“Because I’m staying here to hang out with the girls and you get to go fishing like grandpa said. I promise we’ll make a trip just the four of us ok? But this will be fun and when you come back you can tell me everything you did.”
“Ok.” He hugs you tighter though, as if he doesn’t want to let go.
“Think of it this way, it’s your first official mission. You have to have fun and report back to me. Now if you don't like it your dad can call me and we can talk on the phone for a while and if you really really really don't like it, I can pick you up and bring you home. But you have to try to enjoy yourself first. Promise?”
He smiles at that. “I will, promise.” Henry let’s go and you see him run toward Lottie and Olivia. He hugs Olivia first and then Lottie. This is what had worried both you and Bucky; they seem to be taking the thought of separation well though. You can’t make out what they’re saying to each other other than Lottie assuring him he’ll have a good time as she touches her head. Meaning she had a vision about it. He reminds Lottie to take care of Alpine while he’s out.
“Alright we should get going if we want to avoid any traffic.” Bucky jokes.
“Dork.”
“Ah yes, but I’m your dork.” He says before kissing you. “Have fun, sugar. But not too much fun without me.”
“Same goes for you.”
All the guys board the jet, leaving the women back at the compound. Once the jet has disappeared everyone starts to head back inside.
“Do you guys want to learn how to shoot a gun?” Nat asks Sofia and Molly.
“Shooting lessons from the widow herself? Sign me up.” Sofia says.
Molly looks over at Olivia as she thinks it over.
“Go. I’ll watch them. They already have a plan to watch Disney movies and dress up as their favorite princesses.”
“Really? You don’t mind?”
“Absolutely not. I’d like some time to get to know my niece better. Besides, Laura will be with me.” You motion to Laura, Clint’s wife. “I think the girls invited her daughter Lila.”
“Ok, thank you so much but I will watch the girls later so that you can do whatever you want to.”
“Have fun.”
You watch as Nat leads them to the gun range. Wanda and Sarah mention something about the pool and May tags along. It made you happy that Tony took Peter with him. He obviously admired the team although he hadn’t joined officially. He was young, he had time.
“Ready to get this show on the road?” Laura asked as she walked up beside you.
“I sure as hell am. Come on girls.”
The girls had taken over the living room. Although Lila was almost four years older than Olivia and Lottie she still played along and sang her heart out to the movie that was playing. While they were busy with that, you and Laura were sitting at the dining room table. Each of you with a cup of coffee as you chatted away.
“Do you miss it?”
“Working for shield?” She asks and you nod.
“Honestly. I do sometimes but then I hear the kids playing and laughing and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. Why, are you thinking of retiring?”
“Maybe. I mean just the going on missions part. I do work in the medbay and I could probably train some of the recruits on medicine in the field. I just feel like my focus has shifted, you know?”
“Well I’ll tell you one thing. I might miss it from time to time but I don’t regret it. If I had to go back and do it over again, I would.”
“Thanks,” you smile. “I don’t think it will be any time soon but it’s good to know.”
The two of you talked a bit more over coffee. It was good to be able to express your concerns with someone that had been in a similar situation.
“It’s really quiet.” Laura said suddenly.
“Oh no, let me check that they haven’t disappeared into the compound. Lottie has a knack for running around.”
“Or worse they’re making a mess somewhere.”
You sigh when you walk into the living room. “Or worse they’re torturing the cat.” You call over your shoulder.
Laura walks up behind you. In the living room the three girls were trying to put bows on a very grumpy looking Alpine.
“Charlotte, Al doesn’t like bows in her fur.”
“But make pwetty mama.”
“But she’s sad, sweet Angel. Why don’t you give each other makeovers instead?”
“Kay.” She says before running into her room to get her makeup kit.
Both you and Laura fell victim into what ended up being a whole salon. Lila was on nail duty, Olivia had hair and Lottie of course had makeup.
Fortunately the rest of the weekend would be a lot more relaxed. Tony had set up times for massages and facials and anything else you could have wanted. You made sure to take plenty of pictures of the girls together. Especially taking pictures of Charlotte in her little pink bathrobe sitting back and relaxing with a face mask on. Her eyes were closed but her little foot tapped along to the music that was being played. You promptly sent them to Bucky.
Everyone enjoyed the small break in their routine. There was a karaoke and game night. You had a movie night in the pool room, where everyone lounged in a floatie and watched a mix of shows and movies. It was a nice easy weekend and you enjoyed every minute with your sweet Angel.
“This place is great.” Steve said as he walked out of the jet. The cabin is a lot bigger than expected, which makes sense or else Eddie wouldn’t have invited everyone.
“It’s been in the family for generations. We’ve even added rooms to it to fit everyone over the years.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, we used to come up here for vacations every summer. Aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents.” Luke says. He walks past Steve and right to the front door.
Eddie and Joshua head inside with Eddie ushering everyone in.
“Alright, I think we should start with everyone picking rooms. Mine is up stairs at the end of the hall. Josh and Luke will share a room and I think the boys can share the kids room since it has bunk beds. Everyone else go figure it out.” Eddie says as he stands at the bottom of the stairs.
All the guys do as they’re told. Bucky, Clint and Sam usher the boys into the room Luke pointed out and helped them settle which bed they’d be using. Henry, though felt a little unsure about the arrangement and held on to Bucky’s hand.
“What’s wrong bub?” Bucky took a knee to be at eye level with his son.
“I don’t like it.”
“Why don’t you like it? Is it because it’s a new place or because of the beds?”
“The beds.” Henry looks back in the room and shivers as memories come back. “The bad men used to have beds like that and they kept us in there all the time.”
Bucky remembered the pictures he saw of Henry and other prisoners of hydra of all ages being kept in rooms with bunk beds. Too many people in such a small space.
“Ok, so how about we find a room with a big bed and you can sleep with me instead?”
“Will they get mad if I don’t sleep here?”
“No, you can still play here and we’ll spend most of our time at the lake anyways. They’ll be too tired to notice.”
“Ok.” Henry nods.
“Hey, why don’t you take Y/N’s room?” Luke said from the door of his own room. “It’s that one.” He points over his shoulder to a door with a sign that says do not enter on it.
“Thanks.”
Bucky and Henry walk down the hall and open the door. It was like walking back into the past, your past specifically. It was obvious you hadn’t been here in a while. The room’s decor was meant for a teenage version of yourself. It was pink and frilly and there were too many posters of bands and actors on the walls. Was it normal for Bucky to feel jealous of a poster? Probably not but it wasn’t going to stop him. He took out his phone and told Henry to step inside so that he could take a picture and send it to you.
Bucky: Guess where we’ll be sleeping…
Sugar: oh my sweet boy!!!! I miss him so much already… also don’t let Steve see my room!
Bucky: Too late…
Bucky proceeds to send a video of Steve laughing as he looks around the room and pokes fun at your things. He holds up an old stuffed animal that has seen better days. Then he starts to goof off with some old accessories that were still on the dresser.
Sugar: I kicked his ass once, I can do it again.
Bucky: he stopped laughing. I might have to start threatening him with that myself. I’ll keep you updated. Love you. Give Lottie kisses for me, miss my doll!
Sugar: love you too, give Henry kisses for me!
Bucky puts his phone away and unpacks his and Henry’s things for the long weekend. He can’t help but smile the longer he spends in your room. He begins to think about spending some time away from the compound and missions and problems. Just you, him and the kids and Alpine of course. A family vacation. It spirals from there, Bucky starts dreaming about school plays and Christmas and all the memories he wants to make. All good memories to replace the bad ones.
“Daddy?” Henry calls from the door.
“Yeah bubs?”
“Can we go outside now?”
“Yeah. Let’s go see what everyone is up to.” Bucky walks out of your room and follows Henry downstairs.
Everyone is sitting around on the large sectional sofa. Henry joins the boys after A.J. calls him over to play with the Lego sets they found.
“So what’s first?” Tony being the one that always needs to be doing something asks.
“You’re good with machines right?”
“I’d hope so or else those suits I use are made by someone else.”
“I need your help.” Eddie gets up from his recliner. “We have these golf carts and 4-wheelers we normally use to get around the property but they’ve been giving me some trouble. Think you can take a look at ‘em?” He says as he leads Tony to a stand alone garage.
“I’ll have them up and running in no time.”
“Good. Knock yourself out, kid.” Eddie walks out and heads back towards the house. “One troublemaker down.” He mutters to himself.
****
“What do you mean you’ve never watched Star Wars?” Eddie looked at Henry in disbelief.
“I think mama has it on a list but we haven’t watched it yet.”
“That is unacceptable and I’ll be talking to your mom about it.” Eddie gets up from his recliner and moves towards the tv. “No grandson of mine is going to walk around without having watched the Star Wars movies.” He sets out to play the first movie.
Henry giggles as he takes a seat on the couch. The conversation had gotten the attention of the others, who were just outside on the porch.
“Oh boy, now we’re talking.” Luke says as he takes a seat. Slowly but surely everyone finds somewhere to sit.
“If you’re going to be part of this family,” Eddie turns around and looks at each and everyone of them. “Star Wars are a must watch on every trip to the cabin, no exceptions.”
So everyone settles into the couch and into this new tradition. A silent agreement forms amongst the team. Eddie is the group dad and must be protected at all costs.
Everyone is up early the next day. Anything and everything that might be needed while out on the lake is packed and the men are off for their first day out. The team is surprised to see Eddie has a boat, they thought they’d be fishing from a dock. Eddie laughed at that before setting off. It was the middle of summer though and the lake was busier than usual. It didn’t stop the team from having a good time though.
The fishing was ignored since there were too many people swimming and partying and scaring off the fish. With swim trunks ready almost everyone jumped into the water. Henry overlooked the water as everyone jumped in, even Cass, A.J. and Cooper. Bucky swam up to where Henry was standing and looked up at him.
“Hey bubs, everything ok?”
“I don’t want to jump in.” He says softly. The truth was that he was afraid of lakes.
That’s where hydra ‘taught’ him how to swim. They would grab him from his cell in the middle of a cold night, put him on a boat and throw him overboard and expect him to swim back to shore. He was four.
“It’s ok if you don’t want to jump in. We can hang out right there. I’ll be up in a second.”
“I’ll stay with him.” Eddie said from his seat. “C’mere Henry.” He patted the seat beside him and Henry sat down. “Are you scared of swimming or the lake?”
“The lake. The bad men, they used to throw me in it at night and I had to swim back or I’d get punished.”
Eddie inhales a sharp breath. He knew about Henry’s past, you had spoken to him about it on one of your late night calls. By now Bucky was sitting on the back of the boat, legs hanging over the side and toward the water.
“That is scary. I don’t think I could have ever done that.”
“Really?” Henry looks at him with wide eyes. “But mama says you’re really brave.”
“I try to be but even brave people have things that scare them. But you know how you become brave?”
Henry shook his head.
“I bet your dad knows.” Eddie and Henry look at Bucky.
“When you have the opportunity to face your fear you have to try. And just by trying you become braver and then one day you’re not scared of it anymore.”
Henry bit his bottom lip as he thought about what his dad had said.
“Do I have to do it alone?”
“Nope. That’s why having a family is so great, they can be there to hold your hand.” Eddie answers.
Henry looked out toward the water and back at his grandpa. “Will you jump with me?”
“Sure thing kid.”
“I want daddy to jump with me too.”
“What do you say Bucky?” Eddie looked over to bucky.
“I say let’s do it.”
Bucky wiped away the water that was getting into his eyes before looking over at Eddie and Henry.
“Alright, let’s do this bubs.” Bucky smiles and nods. “How about we have uncle Steve close by just in case you need help?”
“Ok.” Henry stands by the side of the boat. He looks over the edge and into the water, he frowns but takes a deep breath. Henry doesn’t have an issue with swimming, he just prefers to be able to see the bottom. That’s why he likes pools. “Just gotta be brave.” He whispers to himself.
Bucky had called Steve over and then everyone was looking over and cheering Henry on. Eddie stands on Henry’s right side and Bucky on his left. They both take Henry’s hands. The boat bobs up and down as the three of them shift around causing a ripple effect in the water.
“Are you ready bubs?”
Henry looks at the water again and then up at Bucky. With another deep breath he nods.
“Ok bubs, ready 1… 2…3… jump.” Bucky says and all three of them jump into the water.
Underwater, Henry panics for a moment and kicks wildly before he’s pulled above. Bucky is holding him close and wiping away water from his face. There’s cheering around him. As Henry blinks and looks around he sees Steve, Sam and the others.
“How did that feel?” Eddie asks as he bobs around the water.
“Scary. But I was brave. Are you proud daddy?”
“Oh I’m so proud of you. You’re the bravest kid I know bubs. You should be proud of yourself too.”
Henry smiles and wraps his arms around Bucky’s neck. Bucky kisses Henry’s temple and mouths a ‘thank you’ to Eddie.
“Come on Henry, let’s race.” Steve says.
“Can I go?”
“Of course you can. Go kick his butt too.”
Henry giggles as he swims off in Steve’s direction. The rest of the day is spent either hanging out on the boat or swimming. Henry jumps into the water a few more times, each time is a little less scary but he still holds on to someone’s hand. First it’s Steve, then Sam, followed by Tony, who didn’t want to be in the water but one look from Eddie and he agreed. He wouldn’t say it but he was glad to be able to relax like this. Henry even jumped with Luke and Joshua and then with Cass, A.J. and Cooper. But his final jump was him alone.
By the time they got back to the cabin they were all exhausted. After showers and a quick dinner everyone was asleep in their beds. Henry even opted to sleep in one of the bunkbeds.
During the whole weekend he tested some limits. He still struggled with certain things but it was understandable. Before if he cried no one would comfort him but now he has a whole lot of people that would line up just for the chance to do so. Henry slept easier that night, there were no nightmares or waking up in cold sweats and tears, just exhaustion and pure joy.
The next few days they did manage to go fishing. Sam was in his element as he helped some of the others. There were late nights around the bond fire and even a lightsaber fight. That prompted Tony to start working on actual lightsabers even when everyone shut him down.
The guys were set to return today. It was going to be a great day because it just so happened to be the 4th of July. Upon learning that the 4th was also Steve’s birthday, Lottie lost her mind. She was so excited to celebrate her favorite person’s birthday and wear the outfit that you had bought for her. It was a dress in the same shade of blue as Steve’s original suit from the 40’s. The skirt was layered tulle with red trim. On her chest was the iconic white star and she even had a utility belt. It was full of candy. The look was complete with a plastic shield, fingerless gloves, two high pigtails adorned with red bows, white star shaped sunglasses and her little combat boots.
So while waiting for the jet to land you held Lottie’s hand. She was bouncing in place causing the ruffled skirt of her dress to bounce. Next to her was Olivia, who was dressed in something similar at Lottie’s request. When the jet finally touched ground and the ramp was lowered Lottie was practically vibrating. You expected some sweet reunion between your sweet Angel and her favorite person. What you didn’t expect was that she would attack him, playfully of course. More importantly it was caught on video
The minute she saw Steve she started running and threw the shield like a frisbee, hitting Steve square in the chest. He was absolutely taken aback since he wasn’t paying attention. He first saw the small shield on the floor by his feet and then he heard Charlotte’s laughter as she ran towards him. Steve’s face almost split in half with the huge grin he sported. He dropped to his knees and opened his arms. Still when Charlotte jumped she knocked him back on to his ass. Her laughter was infectious and soon Steve was laughing too.
“Happy buwtday Steebie.” Charlotte said as she hugged him tightly.
“Thank you sweetheart. You look beautiful in your pretty dress.”
“Tank you.” She said before she looked up and saw Bucky walking down the ramp. “DADA!” Leaving Steve completely forgotten Charlotte ran toward her father who also welcomed her with open arms. “Miss you dada.”
“I missed you too, doll. But what are you wearing?”
“Am Captain dada, wike Steebie.”
“Oh this is your uniform. Well you’re the prettiest Captain America I’ve ever seen.”
Charlotte blushes and hides her face in the crook of her neck as she says a little ‘tank you’.
“Mama.” Henry says as he runs past his dad and practically tackles you to the floor. “I missed you so much.”
“My sweet boy I missed you too.” You kissed the top of his head repeatedly while smoothing out his hair. “But did you have fun?”
“So much fun. I have to tell you everything.”
“I can’t wait to hear everything.” You smile before looking up at Bucky.
He looked completely relaxed. It was different from when he relaxed at home. Sometimes he still had a bit of tension in his shoulders but now he looked like a completely different man. You loved it.
“Hi Sugar.” He whispered against your lips before kissing you. “I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you more baby.”
“What about me? Did no one miss me?” Steve says as he walks up to you.
“Charlotte did. Me? Not so much.”
“You’re so mean. Why did we ever become friends?”
“Because you needed someone to teach you about technology.” You say as you hug him. “Happy Birthday Steve. Now come on we made your favorite for lunch. Just the family.” You loop an arm around his and take Henry’s hand as you lead them to the shared dining room.
****
Catching up over lunch had been great. Now you sat in one of the shared living rooms with everyone. Henry sat at your side as he told you about what he did.
“We watched the Star Wars movies. My favorite is Obi-Wan Kanobi. Oh and we got to play with lightsabers and uncle Tony said he was going to make us real ones.” Henry explained to you excitedly as he played with Alpine. You’d never seen him more animated and it made you smile.
“He did?” You asked. It looked over to Tony who wouldn’t meet your eye. “Well I hope he makes me one too.”
“Grandpa and Uncle Sam taught me how to fish. I caught a fish this big mama.” He held his hands a few inches apart. “Uncle Sam said we can go down to his house and do more fishing too. Can we go? Did you know he has his own boat too?”
“I didn’t know he had a boat. But we can plan a trip to go down.”
“Hey Henry,” Cass came up to him. “We were gonna go play outside. Want to come with us?”
Henry looked at you unsure of what to do. You grabbed Alpine from him. “Go have fun. Remember to not go farther than the playground.”
They left after saying a quick ok. You smiled and turned your attention to the couch next to yours where both Bucky and Steve were sitting and listening to Lottie.
“Make A-pine pwetty wit bows. An habe moobie night and go swim too. An uncle Tony gabe toys. Oh mama habe pictuwes. Dada an Steebie habe fun?” She was talking their ears off and they made sure to pay attention.
“Lots of fun but it sounds like you had more fun than us.”
“No habe mowe fun. Missed you.” She leans first into Steve for a hug and then into Bucky. “But is Steebie’s buwtday, can habe fun now.”
“You know what, doll? You are absolutely right. We can have even more fun now since it’s Steve’s birthday. Why don’t we go see if the party is getting started?”
Lottie cheered as she stood up on the couch and hugged Steve again.
“What party?” Steve asked while looking from Bucky to you and then at Tony when the realization hit him. “I thought we agreed on no party for my birthday.”
“I’m not celebrating you, I’m celebrating America. Also it’s Henry and Charlotte’s first time celebrating the 4th of July.” Tony defended, knowing Steve wouldn’t take any experiences away from the kids.
“Yeah Steve, the fourth isn’t just about you.” You added with a smirk. “Let my babies experience this holiday. Besides, Bucky and I have a special gift for you.”
Everyone else started heading outside while Bucky moved to stand with you.
“So Y/N and I have talked about this although it was really a no brainer.” Bucky started.
“And we would like for you to officially be Henry and Charlotte’s godfather.”
“Really?” He looked at you like an excited puppy.
“Of course, we know that you love those kids as if they were your own and they love you too. There’s no one we would trust more with our kids than you.” You say with a smile.
“Other than the whole team.”
“Bucky.” You elbow him but chuckle.
“I would love to.”
Steve stands and scoops Lottie up in his arms. He gives Bucky a hug and then he hugs you.
“It’s the best present ever.”
“Habe pwesent too.”
“You have a present for me, sweetheart?” Steve looks at Charlotte who nods before wiggling out of his hold in order to go get said gift.
“She worked very hard on it over the weekend.”
Steve smiled as the three of you started walking in the same direction Lottie left. You loop your arm around his and smile up at him.
****
Like always Tony went all out for the celebration. The night was buzzing with excitement as music played. People busied themselves with all kinds of entertainment until it was time for the Stark fireworks spectacle. But the most interesting conversation was about to happen at the edge of it all. On one of the benches was Eddie, just watching as his kids and grandkids ran around and spent time together. Bucky approached him and took the empty seat beside him.
“How are you doing Ed?”
“Good. A bit tired is all.”
Bucky nodded in understanding. For a few minutes they sat in silence, both of them appreciating the lack of conversation. But Bucky was a man on a mission and he needed to talk with Eddie.
“I need to talk to you about something, Ed.”
Your dad turned his head slightly to look at Bucky. Half of his face was lit up by the lanterns that decorated the area. Instead of finding a century old soldier, Eddie saw a nervous young man with hope in his eyes.
“Go on then. I’ve told you before I’m here for whatever you need.”
“I want to ask Y/N to marry me but I'd like your blessing.”
“Buck this isn’t the 1930’s, you don’t need my permission. We both know that she’s a grown woman and she’ll do what she wants.” Ed says as he looks back to find you in the crowd.
“I’m not asking for your permission. I’m asking for your blessing. You are the most important man in her life and I don’t want to ask her without talking to you first. I know this is important to her.”
“I’m not the most important, at least not anymore and neither are you.” Eddie looked back at Bucky. “He is.” He said as he nodded toward the crowd.
Bucky turned his head and watched as you ran around happily with Henry. Even in the distance he swore he could hear your laughter as you brought Henry in for a hug after pulling a prank on Steve. His chest swelled with both love and pride that he got to call you his.
“That right there.” Eddie pointed at Bucky’s face. He had a goofy grin as he was watching you and a lightness about him that wasn’t seen when he was away from you or his kids. “That’s why I’ll give you my blessing. You look like an idiot when you look at her and I’ve never doubted your love for my girl. Truth is you’ve made her happier than I’ve ever seen her. You’ve given me a version of my daughter that I’ve never seen before and I’d be an idiot to be against that. You’ve also given me two amazing grandkids. There’s no way in hell I’d miss out on watching them grow up.”
Bucky offered Eddie his hand and the latter shook it.
“You’re a good man Bucky and you deserve good things too. But as father of the future bride you have to know that I’m also an expert marksman. So try some shit with my girl and you’ll never see it coming.”
“If I ever did anything to hurt her or break her heart, I’ll make sure to stand perfectly still.”
Both men nod in agreement just as you walked up to them and took the empty seat between them. You leaned into Bucky but faced your dad.
“We haven’t had a chance to talk.” You told him.
“There’s not much to talk about, Kitten.”
“Dad.”
“I’m ok, the lawyer is handling everything and I haven’t spoken to her since the day at the party.” He waves your concerns away. “When I got home the next day her things were gone. She probably went to stay with her sister.”
“Is there anything you need? Anything I can help with?”
“Not at the moment but I promise I’ll let you know.”
You leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder. Eddie leans down and places a kiss on your forehead.
“You don’t have to worry about me kid. I’ll be just fine.”
“Well I’m still going to worry. You promise you’ll call?” You look up at him through your lashes.
“I promise.”
You sit up and nod even though part of you knows he probably won’t call.
“Daddy it’s time for the fireworks.” Henry calls out.
“I’ll go get the headphones for them.”
“Meet you by the stage.” You tell Bucky as you walk arm in arm with Eddie. On the way you take Henry’s hand and find Charlotte sitting on Steve’s shoulders.
Bucky is next to you in a flash with some noise canceling headphones for both the kids. As the show starts Henry flinches the first few times a firework goes off but eventually is mesmerized by the display of colors.
Eventually the fireworks ended. A birthday cake was brought out for America and not Steve. Although Tony did tell him to blow out the candles.
It was a perfect ending to a great weekend. In his arms, Bucky held a sleeping Charlotte and you held a sleepy Henry. They tended to get clingy when they were tired but neither of you minded. Instead you appreciated every moment because you knew that one day they wouldn’t need you to tuck them in anymore.
After getting the kids in bed you and Bucky made your way to your room. After a quick shower and changing into clean pajamas both you and Bucky collapse on the bed. He holds you close and kisses the top of your head.
“I missed you. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep away from you for more than a day.” You mutter unto his chest.
“Me either. I was thinking that we should maybe plan a weekend away with just the kids.”
“Yeah, that would be great. We could go up to the cabin or plan something else, something fun. I know dad wouldn’t care if we used the cabin but I’ll look into other ideas.” You ramble on as you relax into him even more.
Bucky smiles as he begins to make plans of his own. The first thing he’ll do is go shop for a ring. Then he’ll have to decide where he’ll propose but most importantly he knows he wants to involve the kids. He knows you’ll love that. You’d probably lose your mind if you saw him and Henry in a suit and tie and of course Charlotte in a dress.
Bucky can feel it deep in his bones. This will be the true start of the rest of his life and he smiles as he finally falls asleep.
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Night Shift - Steve Raglan/William Afton x Mike Schmidt x Female Reader
Chapter 4
Rating - Explicit
Warnings for sexual content, dub con
Also available on AO3
Mike looks exhausted.
The lack of sleep and the strenuous shift compiled with certain…activities…has clearly taken its toll. You promise him you’ll take Abby to school and he doesn’t argue, tossing his keys and work vest on the kitchen counter before collapsing into bed fully dressed.
When the phone rings, startling you from the copy of the Dream Theory book that your boyfriend’s always engrossed in, you hurriedly move to the kitchen to answer it, hoping the noise didn’t wake Mike.
”Hello?”
“Well, hello, honey.”
Steve Raglan’s voice purring in your ear makes you shudder. You sag against the wall, fiddling with the phone cord. “What do you want?”
”I wasn’t expecting you to answer. Are you two living together now? That escalated quickly.”
If you didn’t know better, you’d swear he almost sounded jealous. ”No, we’re not. I’m taking the semester off from school and I’ve been working remotely so I have extra time to help out over here.”
”Like a good housewife. How…quaint,” he murmurs, the disdain dripping from his words.
”Did you call for any particular reason, or did you just want to insult me?”
The man’s tone instantly shifts. “Not at all. The owner and I have been chatting and have come to the realization that the clean up here is going to be more than Mike can handle on his own within a reasonable amount of time. It also detracts from his time spent watching the cameras, therefore defeating the entire purpose of him being there in the first place. Soooo,” he draws out the vowel, his voice now deceptively cheerful and innocent, “I thought I’d accept your earlier offer of lending a hand.”
He’s done it again: found another reason to have the three of you together.
“The owner isn’t filing a police report? You’re certain?”
“No, he’s not. Although this might help solidify that decision, if you catch my meaning.”
“Am I ever going to get to meet this owner?”
You can practically hear his sly grin over the phone. “Maybe someday, sweetheart. I’m sure he’d like that very much.”
The thought of him drawing another person into your little blackmailing circle of sin makes your stomach turn. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”
“As you like. You’ll be there tonight then?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent. I look forward to supervising your progress.”
The line disconnects and you hang up the phone, turning to see Mike standing in the doorway.
“Shit, I’m sorry the phone woke you up. I tried to get it quickly.”
He stifles a yawn, rubbing his eyes. “Was it that asshole?”
“Yes.”
“What now?”
“He wants me to go with you tonight to help clean up.”
“Bastard.” He curses, glancing at the clock. “We’re going to have to get someone to watch Abs. I really wish Max would answer her damn phone.” He folds his arms across his chest. “I’m gonna have to call Aunt Jane. Abby will be mad.”
“Want me to pick her up from school?”
“Nah. It’s better if I break the news to her as soon as possible.” He frowns. “You’re going to need to take a nap since you’ll be up all night.”
“I’ll try.”
“I’m gonna grab takeout. Maybe that will soften the blow. We haven’t had Chinese in awhile.”
“Sounds good.”
“Okay I’m gonna go shower and get going.” He brushes a quick kiss against your mouth before leaving the kitchen.
You return to the couch in the living room, your eyes staring sightlessly at the words on the page. Tonight will be your third night at Freddy’s. Your fourth time with Steven Raglan.
Your body shudders again.
***
Mike had been right. Abby was upset.
She refuses supper, storming off to pack an overnight bag while you sit at the kitchen table, unfolding a carton of chicken fingers, munching on the batter dipped meat while Mike works on a container of rice.
“What time are we dropping her off?”
“Another hour. You don’t have to come, you know.”
“I know. I just think it will go smoother.”
Abby reappears, reaching for one of the plates stacked on the counter. You and Mike’s eyes meet and you see his lips twitch.
“Change your mind, Abs?”
“You’re still a jerk,” she says dismissively, settling into the seat next to you. You offer her a piece of chicken and slide an unopened carton near her plate.
“You know it’s work. We both have to work,” he reminds her gently, spooning out a portion of fried rice onto his sister’s plate.
“Still a jerk,” she proclaims around a mouthful of chicken, but she sounds much less grouchy this time.
You glance at Mike, seeing him wink and you struggle not to smirk.
***
With Abby dropped off there’s nothing left to do but wait until it’s time to leave for the restaurant. You’d tried lying down earlier but sleep had completely evaded you, even after you'd listened to Mike’s soothing nature sounds cassette and attempted some of the techniques in the dream theory book, willing yourself to sleep and maintain control of what you envision but ultimately failing.
Mike is slumped beside you on the couch, clearly still worn out, unaware of your gnawing anxiety and anticipation, knowing the latter is wrong but not being able to help yourself, your mind racing from one thought to the next. You replay the strange conversation on the phone earlier, certain now that Raglan was upset at finding you at Mike’s; the way his tongue had touched the pulse in your wrist after he’d asked you what you wanted during your previous intimate encounter; the secret smile he’d gifted you in parting the last time you’d seen him.
“I’ve got to go get ready.” Mike’s voice interrupts your reverie.
“Okay.”
He hesitates. “Is that what you’re wearing?”
It hadn’t even occurred to you to change; when you’d dressed today you’d wanted to look nice for your boyfriend. Now the clinging ribbed knit dress and matching shrug seems wildly inappropriate.
“I…no. Can’t really clean in this.”
“I guess it doesn’t matter. I doubt he’ll have you do much actual cleaning,” he says bitterly.
“I’ll change,” you say firmly. “Can I borrow something to wear? Pajamas maybe?”
“Of course. You look great, by the way. I appreciate the effort, believe me. I’m just really tired.”
You squeeze his hand sympathetically. “I’m sorry. I’m going to try to help. I mean with the cleaning,” you add, wondering if you’re making it worse.
***
The career counselor’s car is waiting for you in front of the pizzeria, the man himself leaning against the side of it, seemingly oblivious to the cooler night air.
“Welcome back, sweetheart,” he greets you as you exit the car. Mike moves more slowly, glaring at the older man, slamming the door shut. “Why don’t you head inside, Mike. Your girlfriend and I have something to discuss.”
The security guard’s eyes narrow. “I’m not leaving you alone with her.”
“What’s the matter? You think we’re going to do something scandalous in this climate? This won’t take long.”
Mike scowls but relents, directing his attention at you. “Make it quick, okay?”
You nod, watching the shorter man’s retreating figure.
“Are you cold?” Steve steps forward, halting just in front of you.
“I’m fine.” You wrap your arms tightly around yourself, wishing you’d brought a warmer jacket. You’re always so ill prepared.
His eyes rove over your figure and he frowns. “What are you wearing?”
“I borrowed Mike’s pajamas.” You shuffle your feet in his poorly fitting sneakers, suddenly self conscious about the plaid pants and loose shirt you’re dressed in.
“What happened to your own clothes?”
You sigh, rubbing your arms to try to generate some warmth. “I had to change out of my dress so I could do this stupid cleaning.”
“I would have liked to see you in the dress,” he murmurs. “Why didn’t you just go home and change?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t think about it until it was too late. I figured you’d be pissed if we were late.”
“Or maybe you were just impatient to get here.”
“You wish.” You shiver again. “Was there something specific you wanted to talk about? Why are we out here?”
“Come here.”
Your eyes widen slightly. “You promised we weren’t going to—”
“—I didn’t promise anything. I’m simply asking you to come here.”
“You never ask. You only tell.”
“We both know that’s not entirely true now, don’t we?”
You chew your bottom lip, hesitating. “Why do you want me to?”
The bearded man feigns surprise. “Do I need a reason?” He reaches out, fingers briefly stroking against your jaw, his tone matching the gentle touch. “Have I ever needed a reason?”
“I guess not.” You can’t control your shivering now.
His hand drops back to his side. “What is this sudden obstinance tonight? I hope this isn’t an indication of how the rest of the evening is going to go. Your boyfriend is already on thin ice.”
The implied threat weakens your resolve. “Fine.” You sigh, moving to wrap your arms around him. It feels good, being crushed against his chest, heartbeats echoing on opposing sides, his arms securing you against him, breath warm in your hair. You inhale the scent of him, remaining silent, wishing it didn’t feel so pleasant to cling to him.
He draws back to peer down at you, tipping your face up to view his. You think back to the very first time he’d done this, before your first kiss. Your eyes trace the lines near the corners of his eyes and mouth, lingering on his lips. They curve ever so slightly.
And then he abruptly leaves your embrace, instead reaching for one of your hands to lead you to the entrance.
You’re more baffled than ever, confused by the man’s erratic behavior.
“I thought you wanted to talk,” you protest.
“We did talk.” He pulls on the handle of the glass door, holding it open for you.
“Barely,” you mutter, following him into the entryway and dining room.
“We shouldn’t keep Mike waiting.”
“You don’t care what he wants.” You stop dead in your tracks, pulling your hand free of his grasp.
“You’re right. I don’t care what he wants,” he agrees, nonplussed, the emphasis on he unmistakable.
“What do you care about?”
“Now that’s a much better question.” He smirks at you as he opens the door to the employee area. “After you.”
“You’re enjoying this.”
“Immensely.”
“It’d be nice if you answered a question once in a while.” You shake your head, about to walk past him when he grabs at your waist, tugging you against him. All traces of amusement have vanished, the dark centers of his eyes expanding, the pools of desire widening. Just the slightest lift on your part and bend on his and his mouth would be on yours.
You’ve never wanted anything so much in your life.
“Raglan!” Mike appears from the other end of the corridor, starting towards you.
Steve sighs, relaxing his grip.
You’re not sure which one of you is more disappointed at the interruption.
***
You’d thought the destruction at the front end of the restaurant had been bad, but it pales in comparison to the state of the back rooms.
You’re not even certain that all of the mess spread before you is from the previous intruders; there’s a definite layer of dust on many of items scattered everywhere, the mysterious dark stains on the floors looking like they’d soaked into the surface a long time ago.
“This isn’t from the break in,” you announce, startling Mike, who’d begun sweeping rubble into a pile.
Steve returns from throwing the switch on the box to restore power in time to hear your complaint and shrugs. “It’s still part of the job. Clearly stated when you accepted the position,” the career counselor says, directing his gaze meaningfully at Mike, then turns back to you. “Come with me, sweetheart. We’re going to need some supplies to work on these floors.”
Mike halts mid sweeping motion, his grip on the handle tightening.
“You should know the routine by now. Back to work,” the older man growls warningly.
You follow Raglan down the hall to a large custodial closet, your attention wandering to the room across the hall while he begins gathering items together.
“What’s in here?”
“Extra locker storage for employees,” he replies distractedly, hefting a bottle of industrial cleaner free from the clutter of its brethren on the steel shelf.
You step inside the room, noticing that all of the steel cabinets are open and empty, save the one on the end of the row that is sealed shut.
Almost as if in a trance you walk toward it, reaching for the handle.
The distracted muttering that had become background noise disappears, Steve rushing past you to slam a hand on the door, preventing you from opening it, his breathing harsh. You’ve never seen this expression on his face before.
He looked afraid.
“Don’t open it.”
“What’s in there?”
“It doesn’t matter what’s in there. I’m telling you not to open it.”
“What is it, Pandora’s box?” You quip but the older man’s features remain grave.
It takes him a few moments before he’s no longer panicked, the wild look in his eyes fading, his breathing slowing as he regains his composure. “That’s not your concern. Let’s go.” He guides you back out of the room, this time locking the door behind you.
***
For the first several hours, you and Mike actually do nothing but clean, surprised when even Steve lends a hand in your efforts to restore the space to some semblance of order and cleanliness.
He’s acting differently tonight, especially after the strange incident in the locker room earlier. There’s more of a familiarity with this area; a sort of odd reverence for the animatronic components that he encounters.
The more you think about it, the more you feel like you’re missing something blatantly obvious. Why is a career counselor so familiar with the interior of the children’s restaurant, particularly this area restricted to employees? Had he worked here once? You find it hard to imagine, but it did explain some things.
“Alright. That’s enough for now.”
The room smells of cleaning chemicals, pungent ammonia mingling with whatever had been saturating the floors, something metallic and musty that clashes unpleasantly. You’re grateful when he leads you away, first giving you both a minute to wash up in the restroom, then guiding you towards the security office.
“Why don’t you keep an eye on the monitors for awhile, Mike?” He points to the office chair and Mike obediently slumps into it, too tired to argue. The security guard begins to dejectedly punch on the command panel to view alternate camera angles.
Raglan’s gaze wanders to the Nebraska poster the younger man had recently tacked up on the wall, an unreadable expression on his features before he meets your stare.
You’d been acutely aware of his eyes on your body all evening, lingering over the places where you’d gotten splashed with water, thin material clinging dark and wet to your skin. You couldn’t help notice his ass whenever he bent over, generous curves straining against the seat of his sensible trousers. The impulse to shove your hands inside those back pockets to cop a feel has struck you more than once.
“Enough,” he reprimands Mike, his voice less stern than usual as he shoves the keyboard away from his hands, clearing a spot for himself to half sit on the edge of the desk, one thigh seated in place, the other leg braced against the floor, the tall figure blocking Mike’s view of the monitors. He gathers a fistful of the younger man’s shirt and drags your boyfriend and the office chair he’s seated in forward, then releases his shirt and lets his fingers siphon through the soft brown curls, the touch more of a caress than any you’d seen him bestow on Mike previously. Maybe it was because it was so late; he was probably tired after working all day and most of the night, too.
His face drops down as he pulls Mike’s head back gently, his eyes flicking up to your face as he descends, seemingly in slow motion, watching you watching him as he captures Mike’s lips with his own. His free hand reaches out for you and you accept it, letting him pull you towards them, and you collide somewhere between Raglan’s hip and Mike’s arm.
Steve’s fingers search your face blindly as he’s currently occupied with sucking a bruise onto Mike’s neck, and you feel them pause when they reach your lips. They part and you suck along his index and middle fingers, the knuckles passing through as he strokes along your tongue, pushing back as if to test the limits of your gag reflex before he slides them free, shoving them past the drawstring tightened waistband of your borrowed pajama pants and panties where they circle around your clit.
You gasp and the older man hurriedly swallows that sound, his mouth breaking free from Mike’s and covering yours, gifting you the kiss you’ve been craving all evening.
You lose track of who does what to whom, vaguely aware of sounds of zippers parting, some moans from Mike, who’s hair you’re now clutching, your own needy whimpers and the feel of Raglan’s fingers easing inside your entrance. He pants beside your ear while your free hand briefly traces the outline of his cock through his pants before wandering across the rest of his body. You feel your boyfriend’s hand moving underneath the oversized shirt he’s lent you to stroke across your nipples.
Steve’s face moves so he can see your features as he continues invading you, making you plead breathlessly for another kiss, to cum, anything he’s willing to give you. Your eyelids flutter, your mouth slack as the pair of long fingers curl inside you, expertly stroking your sweet spot.
Oh, God.
You come apart on his hand, words unspoken pressing at the back of your teeth as your grip tightens in Mike’s hair, your other hand finally surrendering to what it’s wanted for hours, slotting into Steve’s back pocket and squeezing.
Slick fingers work on the knot of your pants, impatiently tearing the fabric ties and jerking the waistband over your hips, collecting your panties on the way, bending just long enough to tear everything off your legs completely. “Sit on your boyfriend’s lap, sweetheart. He’s ready for you.” He grasps your upper arms and turns you so that you’re facing the seated man, indicating for you to straddle his slouched form, Mike’s erection sliding inside of you as you lower yourself down, the chair creaking alarmingly with the added weight. You feel the older man against your back, lending you extra support and you lean your shoulders back on his chest, your boyfriend’s thumbs digging into your hips as he thrusts into your pussy still oozing your own cum.
Raglan’s hand cups your chin and he thrusts his thumb into your mouth. You lick and bite the pad of it, frantically grinding down onto Mike. It’s such a sloppy fuck, you’re so wet…
It takes tremendous concentration to orgasm when you’re exhausted; you know exactly what that feeling is like, how frustrating it is because you just want release but you can’t quite find the energy to get there. You know just fucking you is not quite enough to send Mike over the edge.
“Fill her up, Mike.” Steve’s hands slide down, reaching the pair still holding on to you and that’s it, you feel the hot splash of seed inside, the younger man cursing his way through his release.
It’s already leaking back out but Steve doesn’t waste any time solving that problem, lifting you easily and sitting you on the edge of the desk, his cock sliding right back into the slot your boyfriend had so recently vacated, fucking his cum right back inside your cunt. You cling to him, clutching his body with all of your limbs while he rocks into you, your teeth gripping his shoulder through his shirt.
“Harder,” he urges, and you comply, jaw closing, teeth digging into fabric and the skin beneath. He huffs in pain; you can hear him wincing in that sound and you immediately release him, kissing a gentle apology against his throat.
“I didn’t say to stop,” he scolds you, but he doesn’t sound upset. “You ready for it, honey?”
You are and you aren’t. You love the feel of him inside you; you adore his mouth on yours; you want to take him apart; you don’t want to watch him leave the parking lot without you when you’re finished here.
You say none of these things. You nod and kiss him and let him fill your womb with another load.
When he finally lets you go, you see Mike just sitting there, haunted eyes fixed on the poster above you, the fragile skin beneath his eyes shadowed darker than you’ve ever seen.
***
“I have to tell you something.” Mike’s voice cracks through the silence of your ride home.
You glance over at him. “What?”
He rubs at the hair lining his jaw. “I have a younger brother named Garrett.”
You remain silent, waiting for him to continue.
“He went missing when my family went camping back in Nebraska. Somebody took him. I was supposed to be watching him, and I got distracted.” His knuckles blanch as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “That was the last time I saw him. Until I started working at Freddy’s.”
You frown in confusion.
“There’s something about that place. I know it doesn’t make any sense. But I can see him so clearly when I doze off there. That’s why I’m so invested in the Dream Theory. I feel like if I keep at it, I can finally remember something, some detail that might help me find out where he is. I saw the car that drove away with him, but I’m not certain about the make or model. I don’t think it had a license plate. Sometimes I see other kids at the state park, too. They’re new. They weren’t in the dreams until I started working there. I’ve tried to talk to them, but they keep running away from me. I feel like they know something. I don’t know what it all means, but…” His voice trails off.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry.”
“I think you should know. Even if…even if there wasn’t this blackmail about Abby, I’d have to stay there. It’s the only hope I have of ever finding him. I’m never getting out of this situation any way that you look at it.”
He pulls into the driveway of his house, making no move to exit the car. “I let it happen again, didn’t I? Let myself get distracted when I should have been watching what’s going on right in front of me.”
“What do you mean?”
His wounded eyes meet yours. “I see the way Steve looks at you. He’s not even bothering to hide it anymore.” You see his Adam’s apple shift as he struggles to swallow past the emotions building in his throat. “I know you think about him all the time.”
“No, I don’t.” The denial sounds feeble even in your own ears.
“Do you ever wish you were with him instead?”
“No.” Your breath hitches at how on target he is and you struggle to recover. “No, of course not. I spend more time here now than I do at my own place. I help take care of Abby—”
“—And I appreciate that, sincerely. You’re amazing with her,” he interrupts. “But that’s not an explanation for what’s happening with us.”
“How am I even supposed to act with you?” You snap bitterly, on the defensive. “You’re afraid to go near me. You don’t want me to make a move on you. You treat me like I’m some delicate flower you’re going to crush. I’m not.” You pluck at the rumpled plaid pants you’re wearing, your voice softening. “It’s not my fault. I did all this to help you so you wouldn’t lose your sister.”
“I know. And I had no right to ask that of you. It was my problem. I’ve created this entire mess. I always do.” He scrubs a hand through his hair. “Ever since Garrett went missing because of me. It’s just been one mistake after another. I’ve caused everyone I care about grief.”
“What happened to your brother wasn’t your fault.”
“It’s a moot point. The damage is done all the same.” He reaches for your restless fingers, stilling them. “I’m right, aren’t I? About Steve.”
You force yourself to meet his eyes. “Yes,” you whisper.
He nods to himself, exhaling loudly.
“Why did you hide that shirt? The one you wore to the movies that night.”
He frowns at the shift in conversation. “I don’t know.”
You shake your head, smiling bitterly. “Yes, you do. Because it’s the same for you. You enjoy the things he does with you. You think about him when he’s not around. Wish he was here—”
“—I fucking despise that man,” he growls.
“Maybe. But it doesn’t mean you don’t desire him, as twisted as that sounds. Maybe because hate is such a strong emotion, the opposite side of the same coin.”
“You don’t hate him,” he mutters quietly.
“No. I should, but I don’t.”
“Are you…are you falling in love with him?” You can see him struggling to push the words out.
“I don’t even know him. Not really.”
“That’s not an answer.”
You hesitate. “I don’t know. I’m still here because I want to be. I care about both of you. And I know that’s not fair. So where does that leave us? Do you want me out of your life?”
“It would hurt Abby.” He pauses. “It would hurt me, too. Badly. You two are all I have left. I’ve lost everyone else. But I don’t want you sticking around just because you feel some sense of obligation. It’s just going to get harder for us the longer you’re around.”
“I don’t want to lose either of you. I don’t know what to do.” You drag one palm against each of your eyes, attempting to smear away the tears that are starting. “I don’t want to leave.”
“Okay. Then we’ll…we’ll figure this out. Together.” He pulls you against him, burying his face against your neck.
***
The Check Engine light comes on when you’re in the middle of nowhere on a stretch of highway late at night.
You should’ve left sooner, back when it was still daylight; back before you’d had perhaps one too many drinks; even more than that, if you were being honest with yourself. It’s foolish, but the peer pressure of being with a group of friends you haven’t seen since last year clouds your judgment, delaying you with silent promises of staying for just a few more minutes, and consuming just one more for the road.
Now you’re stranded on that very road, the car making some horrible grinding sound. You pull onto the shoulder and turn the key, silencing the noise and extinguishing the warning message. You feel a headache coming on and you massage your forehead absently, trying to sort through the intoxication and think of who you can call to rescue you. You have a cell phone for emergencies, a clunky looking Nokia that you keep tucked in the glove compartment just in case.
Mike’s at work by now of course, and Abby is staying over their aunt’s for the weekend. The friends you’ve just left certainly aren’t in any shape to come out this far. You rummage in your purse, squinting in the darkness, hoping you’ll find a bottle of acetaminophen when your hand brushes against a small rectangular object:
Steve Raglan’s business card.
You’d tossed it in there without a thought, a duplicate of the one he’d given Mike after one of your previous encounters, pressed into your palm before he’d exited the parking lot of Freddy’s. He obviously wouldn’t be at work this late. You turn the key in the ignition to the accessory position, flipping on the rear view mirror’s lighting. You hesitate, your fingers tracing over the embossed lettering on the front before you move to throw it back into your bag, freezing when you realize there’s another number handwritten on the back, along with the words Home No. and Call any time.
You’d tried to obliterate Steve from your mind, renewed in your commitment to Mike after that last heart to heart you’d had. You’d hoped a change of scenery would help; that enough booze would numb your senses and make it difficult to concentrate, dissipating the memories. Instead it’s only made you ache with longing, realizing that there’s no escaping the older man’s reach. You’re bound to him just as firmly as Mike is.
You lean over and flip the latch of the glove compartment, shoving the owner’s manual aside, fingers finally closing over the mobile phone and its power supply. You plug the phone into the charger and hold the power button, the lime green screen blooming back to life, glowing brightly. The phone rings twice before Raglan answers. He doesn’t sound like he was asleep, at least.
“Hello?”
“Hi, it’s me.” It comes out breathier than you’d intended and you try and fail to stifle a giggle at how absurd you sound.
There’s a long pause. You can practically hear the disapproving scowl forming from here. “Where are you calling me from?”
“I’m on my cell in the car. I’m broken down on the interstate.”
“Where?”
“Um…I don’t know. It’s hard to think. My head is splitting. I’m like probably forty five minutes outside of town? Heading north. No, I mean, you’ll be going north. I was heading south.” Another giggle escapes.
“I’m leaving now. Make sure your doors are locked.”
“Thank you. I’m—”
The call disconnects. You power it down and put it everything away, turning the key again, bathing yourself in darkness once more.
You’ve nearly nodded off when you see the pair of headlights growing closer, and you know, somehow instinctively, that it’s Steve.
You emerge from the car just as he loops around to stop behind it. You still feel buzzed, your footing on the broken asphalt on the shoulder making the trek more difficult. You hear the older man curse as he slips out of the car, hurrying over to you. One arm slides around your waist, half dragging, half guiding you. He bends to lift the door handle on the passenger side and you cling to him with whatever strength you have left.
“Christ, how much did you drink? You reek of alcohol. You’re lucky you didn’t get yourself killed. Or hurt anyone else,” he adds.
“Not enough to forget everything you’ve done to me.” You realize he isn’t wearing his glasses nor his customary business attire, instead clad in jeans and a Henley. You relax your grip on his shoulder, wondering if the marks you bruised him with the last time you’d been intimate still linger, moving to toy with the pair of buttons holding his shirt closed instead, leaning back against the side of the car, pulling him with you.
“What are you doing? Stop.” He shoves your groping fingers away.
“What’s the matter? You only like it when you’re forcing me?”
“Enough. Get in the car.”
“You’re not really forcing me anymore though, are you?” You seat your palm against the broad muscles in his neck, feeling the tension there. “You know how much I want you.”
He drags your hand away once again. “I’m not arguing with you when you’re this intoxicated. Get in the car or I will put you there,” he growls.
“That’s the aggressive Steve I’m used to.” You laugh but surrender, sitting down heavily, nearly losing your balance again before you manage the task.
He shuts the door and makes his way back to the driver’s side, sliding behind the wheel, about to reach for the gear shift when your hand closes over his, halting his progress.
“You didn’t even call me sweetheart or honey. You’re that mad at me?”
His hand slides free of your grasp, as if he can’t tolerate you touching him all of a sudden, his voice tight. “Yes.”
“Because I made you drive out here in the middle of the night?”
The career counselor glowers at you. “First of all, you didn’t make me do anything, I volunteered. Secondly, this is the kind of irresponsible behavior I’d expect from that idiot boyfriend of yours, not you.”
“He’s not an idiot,” you protest. “Don’t say that.” You watch his lips press together thinly with the strain of keeping whatever further insult he’s about to hurl in check. “Why are you so pissed?”
“Because you could have gotten hurt!” He exclaims, slamming a fist on the steering wheel.
“You do care about me,” you realize, giving voice to the sobering thought out loud. It was like that night when you’d gone into the locker room and reached for the closed door; he was afraid for you.
His gaze remains focused on the rear of your car currently bathed in the glow of headlights. “I shouldn’t,” he murmurs quietly.
“Why not? Please talk to me.”
The older man sighs heavily. “About what?”
“Anything. Everything. Trivial stuff. What you eat for breakfast. What color your toothbrush is. Which sitcom makes you laugh.”
“It’s one thirty in the morning. I hardly think these questions are that pressing. You need to sleep this off. You’re going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning.”
”I’m not that drunk,” you protest. “I know what I'm saying.” You pause. “What do you do when you go home after you’ve been with me? Do you think about me as much as I think about you?”
He hesitates, glancing over at you. “You really shouldn’t go down this road. You’re going to be disappointed.”
You swallow thickly, the sudden swell of emotions building in your throat threatening to choke you. “I’ll die if you don’t kiss me.”
He makes a soft, broken sound, like a wounded animal in its dying moments, so full of regret and want, then leans over, fingers bracing your jaw as his mouth roughly covers yours. You whimper at the feeling, lips desperate against his, tongue restlessly probing. Your heart slams against your ribs and your grab his free hand and place it there, willing him to feel what he does to you.
“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t pursue this,” he exhales beside your cheek.
You shudder at the pet name, once so condescendingly offered, now saturated with affection.
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this was requested a little while ago by the lovely @mikqls0n !!! i don't know what came over me whilst writing this but it's one of the most wild things i've written in a while!! enjoy :)
Dream a Little Dream of Me- Jamie bower/Jace Wayland x Reader
summary: you often dream of your boyfriend whilst he's away, but never like this...
warnings: NSFW!! contains smut!! (threesome, use of sex toys, oral- giving and receiving, and much more!!) I AM GOING TO HELL FOR THIS!!!
notes: this is written in a way that it takes part in a dream, so there'll be a few parts where it suddenly moves from one thing to another... like a dream :) (i hope that makes sense!!) also, i feel like it's been a while since i've written a 6 PAGE LONG SMUT?!?!!?!
When you miss your boyfriend whilst he’s away filming or on tour, you find that you seem to have rather… peculiar dreams involving him in various forms, sometimes you would dream of him, sometimes you would dream of Peter, Jace, Kit, and even sometimes Anthony.
Tonight, you lied back in bed and let your eyes shut, after sending Jamie a goodnight text, and you wondered where your brain would take you tonight…
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You’re rushed along by Jamie as he leads you to his room, Jace following shortly behind the two of you. You had discussed this before, during a game of spin the bottle truth or dare, you were asked what your ‘weirdest’ sexual fantasy would be, and when you said the work ‘threesome’ Jamie snorted, as if to say, ‘that’s all?’
The two of you discussed it that night, and you both concluded that the most suitable candidate to join you would be Jace. You were happy about this, very happy. You thought Jace was so hot, just like Jamie. You hadn’t realised before how they even looked similar, but that didn’t bother you when you felt tingles in your belly and an ache between your thighs.
Jamie opened his bedroom door, you didn’t know how you knew it was his as you’ve never been in this house before, but you knew it. He switches the light on and fixes his bedsheets as you and Jace enter, Jace shuts the door behind him and locks it, assuring that you won’t be interrupted tonight.
Once Jamie had tidied his bed up, he looks between the two of you, and starts to approach you.
“You’re such an angel for letting us do this, you know.” He tells you, placing his finger beneath your chin and making you look up at him.
“It’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” you tell him, before turning to look at Jace, “and I couldn’t have gotten any luckier.”
You motion with your finger for Jace to come closer, and as he follows your lead, you place your hand on your cheek and lean in to kiss him. Jamie watches as Jace places his hands on your waist, and his kisses move down your jaw to your neck. Jamie takes this an opportunity to kiss you, and you turn your head towards him, letting his lips meet yours whilst giving Jace more access to your neck as he sucks and nibbles on the delicate skin. Your hand comes down to Jamie’s belt, tugging on it whilst your other hand busies itself playing with Jace’s hair.
“There’s no going back now, honey.” Jamie tells you as you hear the metal of his belt clinking before it drops to the floor.
You moan in response, quietly against his lips. All whilst Jace works on taking off your jeans.
In moments, your left in just your bra and panties, sitting on the edge of the bed with Jamie’s cock in your mouth, his fingers in your hair, guiding your face back and forwards as he fucked your throat. Jace was on his knees, your underwear pushed to the side as his tongue worked magic on your pussy. His tongue would circle your clit, pulling back every now and then to kiss it, all whist his fingers worked you open, preparing you for his cock. Each curl of his fingers against that special spot inside you made your body shake, your thighs trembling as they attempt to close, but Jace holds them open, his hands placed flat on your thighs as he keeps you spread open for him, staring at your most private areas with hungry eyes, as if you were the last meal he would eat.
Jace could tell you were getting close, and he looked up at Jamie, as if to ask if you were allowed to cum. Jamie simply gave Jace a nod and he went back to work, whilst Jamie stroked your face. His big hand caressed your face, as he continued to force his cock down your throat. Six months ago, you would gag whilst only taking two of his fingers into your mouth, but he had trained you to take him in your mouth. It made you happy that you could please him like this, and he loved nothing more than to see you holding back tears at the intrusion.
As a tear fell from your eye, Jamie swiped it away with his thumb, before he felt his cock twitch in your throat. He didn’t want to finish, not just yet. He wanted to be the first to fuck you tonight, although he was open to the idea of a threesome, you noticed he was still very possessive over you. Every time you would moan Jace’s name as he ate you out, you saw Jamie’s eyes darken. It was like nothing you’d ever seen before.
He slipped his cock out of your mouth, and you began to cough, all whilst you were pushed to the edge by Jace finally. His unforgiving mouth and fingers didn’t stop, they didn’t falter one bit, and you were soon gripping onto the sheets with one hand, and Jace’s hair in the other, and you felt the pleasure wash through your body. You would’ve let a load moan slip your lips if it wasn’t for Jamie’s hand clasping over your mouth, reminding you that there were still people downstairs. But that didn’t bother you right now, you were too busy trying to squirm away from Jace as he continued to fuck you with his fingers after you rode out your high, and he smirked as he saw how you reacted when were overstimulated, and he didn’t want to stop. However, Jamie had other plans, and he wanted Jace to move, so with one final kiss to your clit, Jace got up from his knees and wiped your slick from his face with the back of his hand.
“My sweet girl,” Jamie cooed, helping you to lie back on the bed, “you’re so fucked out already, and we haven’t even fucked you yet.” He taunted, running a finger from your entrance to your clit, and back again, circling your hole with the tip of his finger.
“I can… I can take it.” You panted, looking at him with desperate eyes.
“How do you want to take us, sweetheart?” Jace asked, caressing your face. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, pulling it down as your eyes met his. His looked even hungrier than Jamie’s as his thumb slipped between your lips and you began to suck on it, gliding your tongue along it.
“You’re such a good girl for us, aren’t you baby?” Jamie took his dick in his hand and slid his length against your fold, you sucked in a sharp breath as the tip brushed against your swollen clit, and he chuckled, telling you how cute you looked beneath him. You squirmed as his cock nudged you apart, and he slowly filled you, inch by inch. Before he was even fully in, you reached out to grasp his shoulder in attempt to slow him down.
“I can’t- It won’t fit- I-“
“Shhh,” his hand slid down your body before he held onto your hip, pulling you towards him, and he pushed the rest of his cock inside, “see, it fits, honey.” He said, before leaning down to place a kiss just above your belly button.
You quickly became aware of Jace’s presence again, and you took his cock into your hand. You noticed it was slightly bigger than Jamie’s, and you wondered how he would even fit without splitting you apart!
“Fuck!” You groaned as Jamie began to move, his cock sliding out until only the head remained, and then slamming back in, “J-J…” You babbled as Jace reached between your bodies and toyed with your clit again. The pleasure was beginning to fog your mind, but you’re brought back to reality when you feel Jace’s cock twitch in your hand. You squeeze your hand around the base of his cock before pumping again, slower this time, giving you time to stroke your thumb over the tip with every pump.
Suddenly, you’ve moved again. You were sat on Jamie’s lap as he sits against the headboard, his cock still buried inside you as your legs are spread over his, your back to his chest.
“So good for me…” He tells you, kissing your neck as he begins to thrust his hips upwards at a pace that made you throw your head back, “how does it feel, love?” Jamie asks.
“S-so good!” You whimper, feeling a hand slide down your body.
“Eyes open, darling.” Jace reminds you, and when you open your eyes, they immediately widen.
The low buzzing sound of a vibrator- your vibrator filled the room and could’ve sworn you had reached paradise when you felt Jace hold it to your clit, all whilst Jamie continued pounding into you.
“Oh my- Shit!” You cursed, your eyes screwing shut as you begin to rut your hips against the toy.
You felt your high approaching dangerously fast, but you had no time to tell them, and you came, your walls clenching around Jamie’s cock, bringing him closer to the edge as he begins to slow the pace down. Yet Jace remains there, keeping the toy held closely to your sensitive clit.
“Think you can give us another one, angel?” Jace asks, devilish eyes taking in the sight of your body like this.
You shook your head, you didn’t believe you could handle anymore, but Jamie thought otherwise.
“I know you can, sweetheart. Show him.” He says as he slips his cock out of you.
You were then moved again. You were lying down, your back against the mattress as Jace continued the torture on your bundle of nerves. He had spread your legs for him, and his face was level to your cunt. He was taking in the sight of how it looked, how your cunt pulsed as you felt your high approaching, which is when he would lift the toy up, depriving you of that feeling.
“Jace… please…” You pant, your eyes meeting his. But he doesn’t say anything.
Instead, he moves to the side a little, and you wonder why.
Until you see Jamie between your legs again.
His finger dips into you, collecting some of your slick before moving it down.
Oh shit.
“J-Jamie, what are you?”
“Shhh,” he hushes you, and you feel his finger trace the hole where no one has ever explored before, “you want both of us to fuck you, right?” He asks, and you notice he nods his head at Jace, which then leads him to switching the vibrator back on and putting it to the highest setting.
“Mmm,” you try to speak but no words begin to form in your brain, it feels fuzzy as the warmth in your belly starts to feel more intense, “yes… yes, please.” You tell him.
“Then we’ll have to stretch you out, honey. We don’t want to hurt you.” He says as the tip of his finger eases into you. It’s a different type of pleasure, one you’ve never experienced before, but you were excited to see where it could take you.
You’re too focused on the feeling Jace is giving you to realise Jamie had slipped his finger into you, your hole contracting around him before he slowly eases it out again, repeating these motions as he gets you used to this sensation.
“That’s our good girl,” says Jace, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “think you can take another?” He asks as Jamie’s middle finger rubs between your folds, coating it in your slick before bringing it to join the first. But it was too much.
“No..” you mumbled, your hand coming down to tug at Jamie’s wrist, and he instantly pulled away.
“What’s wrong sweetheart, did I hurt you?” Jamie asked, cautiously scanning your face, a hint of panic in his voice.
“Too much…” You babbled, feeling your climax approaching quickly as Jace continued moving the toy on your pussy. You came with a yelp, digging your nails into Jamie’s arm as the wave of pleasure ran through your body.
You were a sweaty, panting mess beneath the two men, but you were eager to give them both what they wanted. As Jace switched the vibrator off again, you felt like you could finally think straight again.
“I’m sorry,” you began, but Jamie quickly stopped you.
“Hey, don’t apologise darling. We’ve never tried anything like this before, it’s okay. There are still other ways to do this.” He comforts you, stroking your cheek.
“Would you like us to stop, love?” Jace asks gently, to which you shake your head.
“No, not yet.” You tell them, “I think I just needed a moment to… recover. But I want to do this, with the two of you.”
“No, darling,” Jamie tells you, “I don’t want you getting hurt. You could barely take my finger-“
“Then how about you fuck about whilst I give Jace head?” You ask, teasingly rolling onto your stomach, your ass up with your face down, just how he likes.
Jamie felt the rush of blood again, and he was ready to go again, to give you just what you needed. Jace had to bite his lip as he sat on the bed, pulling your face into his lap, the tip of his cock nudging your lips.
“Ready for this, angel?”
“Yes, fuck.” You push your ass back against Jamie, and he angles his hips as he slides into you, splitting you apart on his cock.
You wrap your lips around the tip of Jace’s dick, gently sucking on the sensitive spot before sliding your tongue along his shaft. Your eyes meet his as you look up, and you can see he’s holding back, and you want him to let loose. You don’t want him to hold back anymore.
As you begin to take him into your mouth again, you take his hand and place it on your head as you begin bobbing up and down, and he soon realises what you want him to do. He wraps his hand in your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail as he guides your head up and down roughly, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat each time, whilst Jamie continues to fuck you.
You feel Jamie’s hands on your waist, pulling you back and forth to meet his thrusts. The position you were in caused Jamie to hit all the right spots inside you, and you couldn’t help but moan against Jace’s cock, which twitched in your throat, causing you to almost gag.
Jamie’s pace sped up, and he became rougher as he chased his high. Your eyes rolled back as his hand slid down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles with his fingers.
“I’m close, darling.” He said breathlessly, his nails digging into your flesh.
“Fuck, me too.” Jace muttered, looking down and marvelling at your fucked out expression.
Jamie could feel you were close again too, the way you were pulsing and clenching around him. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your spine before he released inside of you with a loud groan. You wished you could’ve looked at him at this moment, you pictured his messy hair falling over his eyes, the glow of sweat on his body, the rising and falling of his chest.
You feel the warmth of his cum coat your walls, making your belly warm as his hand continued its attack on your clit, and before you knew it you were sent over the edge again, your body collapsing against the bed as you continued to sloppily suck Jace’s cock, until you felt him twitch again.
“Shit,” Jace groaned, pulling his cock out of your mouth, “open wide, honey.”
You stuck your tongue out, and you felt as Jace’s release filled your mouth. He managed to pump most of it into your mouth, but a few spurts coated your chin and cheeks.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Jace smiled lazily at you as you swallowed his release.
You noticed Jamie had disappeared, and as you turned around to look for him, you saw him returning from the bathroom with a cloth to wipe you down with.
“You did so well, gorgeous.” Jamie tells you as he cleans you up.
The material of the cloth rubs against your clit, and you hiss, feeling more sensitive than ever down there. Jamie whispers a sweet ‘sorry’ as he continues to wipe your combined mess away. Jace then reaches over and takes the cloth from Jamie and wipes your face, smiling at you as he does.
You felt so tired, so exhausted, but fulfilled at the same time. You smiled to yourself as you rolled over onto your back, hearing the two men get dressed again.
And you must have fell asleep…
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Suddenly, you woke up. You had never had a dream so intense, so detailed. Normally, your sex dreams would be vague and last only a matter of seconds, but this one was different.
You suddenly noticed you felt uncomfortable. You had soaked your underwear with the slick that your wet dream caused. You went to the bathroom and put on a pair of clean panties, before reaching for your phone to text Jamie.
You had text him to say good night before going to sleep, and you noticed he had text back, saying:
‘Sweet dreams angel. I can’t wait to come home and see you again soon, but make sure you get some rest. Goodnight my love x’
You think before replying, but you know Jamie would find what you’re about to say funny. So you send him a text:
‘You’ll never guess what happened in my dream last night!’
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Prompt that has been eating my brain: Eddie finishes his book, and he hasn't shown it to anybody. Steve knows about it, but he doesn't really know much about it at all. And of course, dedications and acknowledgements. Eddie has been wandering around the apartment grumbling to himself for the best part of two weeks trying to figure them out. What if they fall apart the week after the book comes out? What if they end up hating each other? What if every time he goes to sign his name he's reminded of the boy he lost? I need your thoughts because you have better thoughts on this than me.
you have better thoughts on this than me what the fuck dude 😭 i mean i do have thoughts. i hope they get the bats out of your brain
“Eddie,” Steve’s voice gently breaks through the eerie silence that has oh so mockingly settled in the room. It’s silent because Eddie is staring at the screen, unmoving and petrified. He’s been staring at the word Acknowledgements for so long it has long since stopped looking like a real word, the concept disintegrating while its meaning is only gaining weight, cutting off his throat at the worst of times and making him frown in frustration at the best of times.
The book is finished. It’s done. How come he’s only hitting the hardest part now? It’s fucking laughable.
“Babe,” Steve says again, and this time there’s a warm body at his back, leaning into him until arms wrap around his shoulders and Steve’s cheek comes to rest on the crown of Eddie’s head. “Come to bed,” he whispers, and Eddie leans back briefly, soaking up Steve’s warmth.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” he murmurs.
“Liar.” Steve huffs against him and then shifts to press a kiss to Eddie’s hair before moving back to his original position. He must be looking at the screen, and Eddie wants to reach out and hide it, close the windows, shut it all down. “I thought you were done?”
“I am,” Eddie says and sighs.
“But?”
“But I’m being stupid about it.”
Steve makes an unhappy noise and wraps his arms tighter around Eddie. “Wanna talk about it?”
Does he? He doesn’t, it’s stupid, it’s literally not a big deal. He’s just all up in his own head about acknowledgments, because that’s like breaking a wall. Writing a book can be all about the characters, about the setting, about the message or the journey or whatever.
But when you open a book and on the first page it says, For Anna, then that makes it a real thing that happened in this world. It’s not isolated anymore. And when you finish the book and are about to close it, but then it says, I’d like to thank a whole bunch of people without whom this would not have been possible, then that’s sort of the most mortifying thing Eddie has ever had to confront.
Because what if he thanks Dustin but then something happens and they stop being important to each other? His name will forever be in this book, immortalised as long as people know to read these letters and words. What if he dedicates this book to Steve and then they fall apart? Eddie doesn’t want to build the immortality of art on the fragile pillars that are his heart and soul.
But he can’t tell Steve that. Because Steve would look at him, cup his cheeks and tell him not to acknowledge him like that, then. Easy as that, Eddie, now come to sleep.
But it’s not easy as that.
“That depends,” he says at last. “Are you feeling particularly philosophically inclined tonight?”
“Hmm? How’d you mean?” Steve sounds sleepy and wonderful, and Eddie wants to wrap himself up in it. Wants to write a thousand more books and dedicate them all to Steve, because even if it doesn’t last, it exist right now. Their love is worth to be immortalised for what it is.
Okay, maybe he does want to talk about this pretty badly.
“Let’s get ready for bed and then will you let me ramble at you until we fall asleep?”
“Hmm, deal,” Steve says, smile evident in his voice, and he presses another kiss to Eddie’s hair before they head into the bathroom to get ready for bed together.
When Steve pulls the covers over them and cuddles into Eddie’s side, they spend a few minutes just basking in each other before Steve pulls back to look at Eddie.
“Okay, what’s got you so up in your head, hm?”
Eddie explains. And Steve listens. And he doesn’t take Eddie’s face in his hands to tell him not to worry about mentioning him. Eddie is glad he doesn’t.
“There’s enough of everyone I know in these characters already, but still somehow this is different. What if you’ll hate me some day? What if we don’t make it? I don’t… I don’t want to immortalise something that will cause me pain. But I don’t want to run from it either, because no future version of either you or me could change what we have right now, right this second. You will always have been lying next to me just now. Nothing can change that. So it’s really not a big deal, but…”
“But it sort of is,” Steve finishes for him, and Eddie sags into the mattress a little because Steve understands.
If not everything, then the part that matters.
But Steve isn’t done yet, and he has tis thinking face on, the rare one that allows Eddie to lie back and listen as his Stevie will be the one with the rambles tonight.
“I get why you would obsess over that, but I think you might know the answer already, too. And maybe you’re running from that? Because no matter how hard you try, you can only ever immortalise the present. Or the past. But you can’t do that with the future. So what you have to do is to hope and to trust and to try.”
He intertwines their fingers and Eddie pulls him close, nudging Steve to lay his head on his chest the way he loves to do even as he continues talking the thoughts right out of Eddie’s head.
“I mean, obviously I can’t promise you that we will last forever. I wish I could, but time and life are just too tricky to be recklessly challenged by such promises. But I can promise you that no one will leave you because you loved them hard enough to put it in black ink on a paper in the back of your first ever book, Eddie. I know it’s terrifying to communicate to the world that you care about people and to hope that they care right back, but in the end that’s what… That’s what got you to write a book, isn’t it? You talk, very dramatically at times by the way, about the relationship between art and love and life. Obviously, writing the book is art, influenced by life and love. There is no shame in framing your art in a little bit of life and a little bit of love. With the dedication and the acknowledgements. Because you’re you. And you’re loved and you love. No future will change that. Maybe the people will vary, but what you immortalise aren’t necessarily the people themselves. You immortalise for yourself a reminder that good things exist in your life.
And when they leave? They’ll be replaced. And maybe you’ll have a collection of acknowledgements one day. Of all things good. All things life and love and family. And, I don’t know, but I don’t think that’s too bad. Mortifying, sure. It makes you vulnerable, definitely. But most good things do when they’re worth being acknowledged.”
It still baffles him an unfair amount, time and time again, how existential Steve can be sometimes. How much he listens to Eddie to use his exact terms, how much he understands from the barely intelligible mutterings and ramblings that Eddie loses himself in almost immediately, getting all wrapped up in the golden thread until there’s no unwinding anymore and he has to give up.
Buts it’s fine if he gets it all twisted because Steve will be there, right there by his side, and carefully disentangle Eddie’s limbs with a confused little frown because to him it all makes sense somehow, and he doesn’t really understand how Eddie got here.
So when Steve says all of this, Eddie feels gutted. He feels seen. He feels a bit stupid for worrying so much. The weight on his chest is lifted and the obsessive worrying that has made his head all fuzzy is retreating.
Can it be so easy? Can it just be a collection of who he is, whom he loves and who cares for him enough to let themselves be immortalised by a shapely blotch of ink? Can it be okay in the end? Can it be that sixty years down the line, Eddie looks through all his books and reads the dedications and acknowledgements, and think kindly of everyone?
The image makes him long for that kind of peacefulness. A serenity, a love, a lifetime acknowledged.
“No, that’s not so bad at all.”
Eddie’s eyes begin to sting for some reason and he wraps his arms tighter around Steve. A silence settles between them that tastes a lot like freedom.
“Hey, Stevie?”
“Yeah?”
Eddie swallows and smiles into the darkness of their room. “I think I’ll dedicate my first book to Wayne.”
A happy hum reverberates through Eddie’s chest, and Steve, half asleep by now, says, “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”
“Thank you, Stevie.” For being the smartest person I know. For loving me. For acknowledging.
#steddie#steddie fic#stranger things#this is not exactly 4am floaty fic but i do intend to get a couple more hours of sleep tonight so you’ll excuse me i hope#okay it’s a written between midnight and 1am floaty fic. is it even floaty? just steve being existential smart#dio words#at this point i’m writing all these weird little fics for your eyes only and you might be the only one who reads them but that’s fine 🤍#we’re both lucky i didn’t include the ‘almost acknowledged’. wasn’t ready to spiral again lmao i should sleep
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“Two Souls, One Heart”
Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Maid!Reader
18+ You have been warned! Proceed with caution!
A/N: Hey, so I know I have been gone for a while now, and I apologize for that. I started writing this at 2 am, and this little story is based on a conversation I had with Aemond on Ca.I. The Morpheus story will come back; for now, enjoy this.
Warnings: Kissing, touching, fluff, slight smut if you blink, fingering (f receving) private touching (M and F receiving), slightly public sex, Aemond being Aemond. (Poor Helaena).
Summary: A story as old as time. A story told a thousand times. A demon and an angel. A Prince and a maid. A love rekindled. A story of old told over and over again. A dragon and his most prized possession. (Ps. The reader goes by the name Lilith)
Word count: 6,766
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Not my gif
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You are one of Helaena’s handmaids who Aemond took a liking to. He and you were lovers until he decided he wanted noble ladies and widows, so you two ended it three years ago. Aemond can’t get you out of his head. So he watches as you take care of his elder sister….
It was the hour of the bat. Princess Helaena was known to be the most awake at this hour. No one knows why? You always thought it was because of the silence of the Red Keep during the night—the wind howling through the halls, the sound of soft steps, everyone in their beds. The only noise heard was the cracking of the fire and the turning of pages. Helaena sat in her chair, reading in her nightgown. You brushed her long silver hair as her brother read behind you. It had become a tradition to have Aemond in her chambers. Aegon was never around, always somewhere else, and when he did stay in Helaena’s chambers, you’d make yourself scarce. Tonight felt different than all the rest; initially, it felt weird to be in the same room as him. Aemond the stoic prince. You had known another side to him, a kind and caring one. It was one he used with his niece, nephews, his mother, and Helaena.
You should have known never to fall prey to the dragon. You played too close to the fire and got burned. He flew off, leaving you with the ashes. You should have known, but that’s all history now. Three years have passed, and you’ve grown used to him being around; at one point, he became all but a memory. You no longer saw that side of him that made you think, “Maybe one bastard wouldn’t hurt.” Now you saw him like everyone else, Prince Aemond. No one more, no one less.
Like every night, you stood behind Helaena brushing her hair as she sat and read. You heard shuffling, and Aemond appeared behind you as you brushed Helaena’s hair. He stands close to you but doesn’t say anything. You paid the prince no mind and continued brushing. Aemond stands there for quite a while, his breathing increasing as you brush Helaena’s hair, not saying a word. He walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into your neck. You froze. “What was happening?!” Your mind screamed. “What was he doing? Maybe you were just dreaming it, yea, that's it.” Aemond doesn’t leave his position, the grip of his arms on your waist increasing slightly. He closes his eyes as his breathing deepens; he takes in your smell.
“Definitely not dreaming! What is he doing? What is he playing at!!!” You thought to yourself. Aemond holds you closely, kissing your neck as he breathes in your scent. He doesn’t say a word. You stopped. You froze. What was he doing?!! Helaena noticed you stopped brushing her hair; without turning around, she said, “Lilith, please continue” She spoke softly like always, and you responded by clearing your throat, “Of course, my lady” It came out a bit breathless. You continued while the princess returned to reading, oblivious to what was unfolding behind her.
Aemond leans forward slightly, pressing his chest and stomach against your back. His mouth is only centimeters away from the side of your neck. You could feel his heat radiating off of him. He filled your senses. You hadn’t realized how much you missed him. His touch. The feeling of his lips on your skin. Aemond’s body was pressed completely against yours as he leans into you, his breath catching in his throat. He has your back pressed to his front. Aemond continues his position against you, his breath still catching in his throat now and then. He kisses your neck slightly once again. You try your best to remain calm and keep brushing the princess’s hair, but by the gods, what was happening? Aemond’s breathing grows even more irregular. Aemond puts his lips right by your ear; you can hear his breathing growing increasingly erratic. Aemond’s lips are only centimeters away from your ear, he leans in, his breath in your ear. He gives it a small kiss and whispers, “Your scent is intoxicating…”
He sounded out of breath. What was happening? Aemond breathes in your scent again; he still whispers, “I am tempted to take you right now…” The prince spoke. There was no teasing or jest but rather an admission. You couldn’t even process his request, and you remembered whose hair you were brushing, whose chambers you were in, who you worked for, whispering back, “Prince Aemond, we are in Princess Helaena’s chambers.” “Helaena can wait…” Aemond’s words are quiet, his voice raspy, and his breathing more intense. What was wrong with him?! You thought. “Prince Aemond–” “Shhh…” Aemond tries to stop you as you try to say something. He leans in a bit more and whispers in your ear, “Can’t you feel how much I want you?” He says, pulling you closer to his front. You feel his hardened length on your ass. Your mind went blank for a moment, “No! No way this was happening right now!” You thought, but his runting against your ass told you otherwise. “Had he gone mad!!??” You thought, “his sister was right there,” so you said the only thing you could think of, “Y-y–yes, I can feel it, but your sister still has me at work” You motion to Helaena.
“You can make an exception… for me…” Aemond whispers to you in a lust-filled voice. “I…I…She will not let me leave” Yea, that should get him to back down, you thought. “I think I can convince her…” “How?” “By showing her….” Aemond grabs your hair and pulls your head back slightly, pressing his mouth against yours. You were taken by surprise; you had forgotten what it was like to kiss him. His warmth, his smell, and his taste were all so intoxicating. Aemond deepens the kiss, his arms tightly around your waist. The kiss isn’t rough but instead passionate and full of lust. Aemond continues to kiss you passionately. The kiss eventually breaks, and your face is right up against his. He breathes in your scent again while looking into your eyes “I need you…” “I can’t leave.” Aemond puts his head against your shoulder. His voice, once again, is raspy as he whispers next to your ear, “Yes, you can. Come into my chambers, please…” How you wanted to, but no matter your desire, you didn’t want to be burned by the flame again. You whisper back, “Helaena wouldn’t let me,” motion to Helaena sitting in the chair in front of them reading. Aemond sighs heavily, your scent intoxicating him “I can take care of Helaena for you…” “How?” “Leave her to me. Come to my chambers…” Aemond pulls you back against him, his arms gripping your chest a little. When he does this, you lean your head back to rest on his chest. Aemond kisses your neck again “I want you…” “But Helaena—” “I’ll take care of her….” Aemond leans in against you, his lips almost touching your neck again. “I’d still have to ask her for permission to leave.” Aemond sighs heavily as he pulls you in tighter “And I’ll take care of that.” “Aemond–” He slowly leans in. Their lips are not far away as he whispers to you, “I’m her little brother… I don’t get told no…” Your head leaned back on his chest, looking up at him, you say, “Are you sure?” Aemond looks into your eyes as his lips meet yours. The kiss is hard and full of lust, “Positive.”
Aemond deepens the kiss, his arms tightly around your chest, and the kiss continues for a few seconds more. Aemond leans back and looks at you. His breathing is irregular again as he smiles. “Let us go to my chambers…” “Ask her first.” Aemond puts his index finger on your lips and puts his lips close to your ear. “I said I’ll take care of it…” You didn’t dare question him again, so you just looked up at him and nodded. “Good girl” Aemond pulled you harder against him. His lips are once again close to your neck as he begins to kiss it again. You can feel how hard he is; even through his trousers, you can still feel how big he is. Aemond’s body is completely pressed up against yours, his kiss growing more and more passionate. His hands grip your waist. He begins leaning you back a little bit. Aemond deepens the kiss, pulling you back against him. His hands are starting to move lower on your chest, they find a home on your covered breasts. He carefully squezzes them, Aemond starts to remember all those nights you two spent together and how perfectly your breasts fit in his hands. “Aemond” you moan quietly “Shhhh…” Aemond whispers back as his hands continuing to play with your breasts. Aemond grabs your hips as he pulls you back against him harder, thrusting himself against you. You let out a surprised gasp that was a bit too loud. Aemond stops kissing you, keeping you pulled against him with your hips in his grip “Be quiet” He commands. All you can do is nod your head. “Good girl… that’s what I like…” His voice is raspy as he bites your neck softly. You bite your lips in order not to let a sound out. Aemond slowly pulls his mouth away from your neck “Can you do me a favor?” “What is it?” “Make sure she doesnt turn around” Aemond says while his hands traveled from your chest down to your thighs.
“Aemond–” He shushes you “Don’t speak, just let me know if she starts looking” He bites your neck again with light nibbles, his hold on you increasing. You nodded your head enjoying the feeling. Aemond smiles as he keeps lightly biting your neck. His arms hold you tightly as he looks into your eyes “Good girl. My good girl.” He whispers. You look up at him pleading eyes as his hands make their way up your thigh under your dress. His expression softens as he looks into your eyes “Anything for you” He starts to gently kiss your neck again, his hands going higher to caress your inner thighs. His touch was driving you wild. He whispers to you as he continues kissing your neck “I missed you.” Kiss “You still taste like heaven.” You couldn’t resist him. Perhaps you wanted to get burned by his flame once again. Aemond slowly stops the kiss and pulls his mouth away from your neck. His breath is heavy and his eyes are burning into you “Gods… you are perfect.” His hands had found a home in between your thighs. Never touching you were you needed him but so close.
You look up at him with pleading eyes. You don’t know what you’re asking for but in this moment logic and reason were out the window. Aemond’s hand moves from your thighs to your cheek. He keeps his eyes locked onto yours as you look at him with such pleading eyes, they say everything you can’t. They are pleading, longing for him. Aemond’s expression softens even more as he smiles lovingly at you. His mouth slowly leans in and his lips once again connect with yours. The kiss is passionate and hot as his breath catches again you kiss him back. Aemond’s grip on your face tougher as the kiss continues. His voice catches in his breath “You drive me mad” You chuckled slightly and whispered back “Don’t they say half the Targaryens went mad” This question only ignites Aemond’s passion even more. His face is only inches away from your’s as he breaks the kiss “But you are my madness…” Aemond’s voice is filled with lust. “The best type” His voice is raspy and his breath is irregular “That’s why you’re my madness. The most beautiful madness I’ve ever known…” His words are filled with a lust, a love, and a desire for you. “And ever will” you say. Aemond smiles “Forever and ever…” He puts his mouth once again next to your ear “My madness” He moved one his hands from your cheeks back to your waist pulling you as close as two people possibly could. “Your madness” you said.
Aemond smiles as his hand slides lower on your waist, his other hand still holding your cheek “You are only ever mine and no one else’s…”
“All yours”
“Forever….” Aemond’s voice is still filled with lustful desire “Yours…”
“Always mine”
“As long as we’re breathing…” Aemond moves his lips once again to your neck. He bites down gently and you keep in a moan.
“And even when we’ve stopped”
Aemond laughs “I’ll love you and only you in every life…” He bites your neck slightly again, his breath catching once more.
“In every iteration”
Aemond bites your neck with slightly more intensity this time. His teeth dig softly into your neck as he says “In every reincarnation.”
“From this one till the next” you say placing your hand over his on your waist.
“In this one, the last, and the next one. I’ll love you for an eternity….” Aemond’s words are filled with such passion, his grip on you tightening again as he bites your neck a little harder, you moan softly so only he could hear.
“Two souls”
“Binded together by fate.” Aemond bites your neck with even more intensity than before.
“Twisted and tangled”
“Like a web of gold in the wind…” Aemond’s bite on your neck gets even harder as he spoke.
“Pulled apart”
“But always drawn closer, always drawn back together…”
“Children born of tragedy”
“But born of true passion…” Aemond’s words are filled with lust while his teeth dig deeper and deeper into your neck.
“Story written in the stars before their birth”
“And their hearts already beating for each other…”
“One born with power” you said as he kissed your neck.
“The other born a beauty.”
“A tale as old as time”
“But with a love that outshines all the legends in history.”
“But to others a mystery”
“One filled with love, desire, betrayal, passion….” He says going to kiss your lips.
“Heartbreak and detachment”
“Love that is both beautiful and tragic.”
“One with such beauty and pain” You say as his hand on your waist plays with the hem of your dress.
“Love that is both pure and sinful.” He says as he brings his hand under your dress and slowly up your legs.
“Blasphemous but holy”
“Love that defies every rule in existence.”
“A soul ripped in two” You say as your breath gets caught in your throat as he draws circles on your inner thighs.
He chuckles at your reaction “Yet in each life it always finds its way back home…”
“Through one face or another”
“With a heart that calls their name across time and space…”
“A name etched into its very soul”
“With a love that is written into its stars.” He brings his other hand down to your thigh and moves them painfully slow up and down them.
“Two meant for one” You said closing your eyes enjoying the moment.
“Two born to never be parted.” He kissed the top of your head.
“Two of different lives”
“But their stories are always intertwined.”
“Their star crossed love is both a gift and a curse.”
“Always found but never lost” Your breathing became heavier.
“Their souls connected for all of eternity.” He was enjoying your little reactions.
“Two of the same”
“Their hearts always know where the other lies.”
“On a colds winters day”
“Or on a summer’s night…” He said moving his hands higher, never touching you where you needed him but always ghosting over.
“During the harvest season”
“Or during the spring rain…”
“Through the terrors of the night”
“Or as a peaceful dream…”
“In the summer winds”
“Or as the snow slowly falls…” He says as his hand slowly ghost over your covered sex.
It takes everything in you not to moan “From the last drop of wine”
“Or from the first drop of rain…”
“Two meant as one”
“Two hearts that beat as one.” He said thrusting his hips forward.
You moves your hips back to meet his thrust “Eyes which tell a different story”
He smiles “Yet tell a common one in the end…”
“A song with the same note”
“A beautiful poem written in passion and pain.” Aemond smiles lovingly at you “Two souls…” He kisses your neck again and bites down gently. His eyes burn with lust as he speaks “One heart…”
“One heart broken to make two”
Aemond moves a hand back to your cheek. His voice is raspy and his breathing is irregular “Mine and yours…” He bites your neck again and keeps his voice to a whisper “Only ever mine…”
“Only ever mine”
“Forever….” Aemond smiles “Yours and mine…”
“Always...You and I”
“Until this life ends or the next begins…” Aemond kisses your neck again, his voice filled with passion.
“Till that one ends and other begins” You say bringing one of your hands behind you to palm his harded length through his trousers.
“We’ll always find each other, my Lilith….” Aemond’s voice is raspy and his breathing is irregular as he kisses your neck again.
“Always bound to the other, my Aemond”
Aemond moves his body to be closer to you as he bites your neck again “Bound by destiny….” His voice is filled with both passion and raw desire.
“Twisted by fate” You said as he thrusted himself into your hand.
“The two halves of a broken heart….” Aemond bites your neck again, harder this time.
“Two meant for one”
Aemond’s voice is raspy as he whispers “Two souls intertwined…” He bites your neck again
“Two of the same” You said palming him harder
“The same beautiful tragedy wrapped into one…” Aemond’s teeth dig deeper into your neck as he continues speaking while drawing circles over your covered clit.
You let out soft sounds which are drowned out by the sound of the fire and Helaena turning the page. “A tragedy of love at war”
“A love at war with life itself…” Aemond moves his mouth to your ear “You’re mine, Lilith. My madness. My love…”
“You're mine, Aemond…. My sanity. My love…”
Aemond smiles and moves his hand faster on you“This body… this heart… these lips… are yours…” His voice is raspy and hot as he whispers to you again “I am yours in every way…”
“This mind... this soul... these eyes... are yours.... I am yours in every way”
Aemond caresses your cheek “In love, war, life, and death. In this life and in the next…” He kisses your neck again “Forever, darling…
In hate, peace, serenity and eternity. In this body or another.... Always, sweetling. You say palming him faster.
Aemond bites your neck and his arms grip you tightly “In my dreams and in my nightmares…” His voice is raspy, his breathing is hard and hot “Your body is my home… your heart is my reason for living…” He says to you as he presses his body closer
You let out elaborated breathes “Through fiction and history... You are my heaven... your being is the reason I exist…”
“Your lips are the reason I desire.” He caresses your cheek and his eyes are filled with such passion “Your body is the reason I want what I can’t have.” He leans in and bites your neck again with his sharp teeth “Your everything….”
“Your voice the reason I pray. Your essences the reason I crave for more… The beauty of you” You say moving his head so you could kiss him.
He smiles as he kisses you. “If the gods are real, I thank them for the gift of my Lilith.” He kisses you again and looks down at you “I pray to the gods every day not for a life of power, fame, or glory.” He leans his face closer to your ear “I pray for you…”
You smiles “The heavens have forsaken me for not even the gods could have sent you… I ask the devil not to torment me with thoughts of sin, I've been tested, and how I wish to fail… I pray not for forgiveness, the sin that is you is one I would do a thousand times again.”
Aemond’s voice is full of desire as he continues kissing you “I do not pray for me. I do not pray for my soul. I am a damned man but I do not care for those things without you by my side.” He bites down on your bottom lip gently “My own happiness is secondary, I would sell my soul to the devil if it meant seeing you again for just one more day…”
“An angel who fell for a demon. A man of holiness who fell of the sinner of temptation”
“Your beauty and your heart are my only weakness.” He presses himself closer to you “The devils tempted me with your sweet lips and I gave in…” He moves his hand to slowly go under your small clothes “And your flesh seduced me. You… the perfect woman, my love….”
“Your voice and essences intoxicated me far better than any wines every could. The gods sent me redemption in the form of a man and I caved.... Your mind intrigued me. You.... the perfect man, my love”
Aemond laughs and moves his mouth back to your neck “My voice… my essence.” He bites down on your neck again with more force than before “Those are things that I believe to be mine and mine alone…” while moving his index finger slowly down to your cunny.
“How they tormented me... Something I could never have yet always wanted”
“Your voice haunted me, your body and your face burned in my mind…” Aemond bites your neck aggressively before pulling away again “It was torture. My heart beat for you every day and my mind was plagued by you…” He touches his lips to your ear “Now I am a man consumed by your desires and I crave for you in every way….” He said swerling your bud collecting the wetness and ghosting over your entrance.
“You were a plague I never wished to rid… A wound I would never heal. A sickness I would gladly carry” You said moving your hand under his trousers.
“An addiction that I could never resist…” Aemond kisses your neck again, his fingers tracing up and down your cheek. “I gave into sin and I have no regrets…”
“An intoxication I could never cease. I gave into salvation and could die and tell the seven hells I saw the heavens without ever entering” You said fisting his cock.
“You’re the sweetest poison I’ve ever been addicted to, Lilith…” He moves his body to be even closer to you thrusting forward into your hand “Tell the gods to send me to the seventh hell if it means spending eternity with you in darkness…”
“You're the most bitter of cakes I couldn't resist, Aemond... Tell the devil to send me to the heavens if it means spending millenniums with you in light”
Aemond kisses your neck again. His voice is raspy and his body pressed tightly against yours“I’d suffer a million curses to be by your side forever…” His breath starts to get a bit hard “Hell’s fire? A welcome heat… heaven’s light? Something far too dim for me to ever see…”
“I'd find a remedy for every one if it meant I could be near you... The cries of pain? A welcome melody.. The beauty above? far to dull to ever compare to the one in front of me” You let out a gasp as Aemond pushes two fingers inside of you.
Aemond smiles and moves his mouth closer to your ear “You are the moon and the stars of my sky…” He kisses you again, his voice filling with more desire “The light that makes my darkness disappear…”
He begins to move his fingers in and out of you as slow as possible as if not to alert Helaena who is oblivious to the scene unfolding behind her. You whisper the best you could “And you the sun and rays of my day... The warmth needed to make my frost melt”
“The air I crave to breathe…” Aemond bites your neck again with a loud smack, his words are filled with much more passion than before “My love….” He slowly pulls away again and looks into your eyes “My everything….”
“The blood that I need to survive... My love.... My everything” Your breathing evolves from silent sounds into soft pants as you grip Aemond’s arm while your other moves painfully slow up and down his aching cock.
“You and I are bound together by fate…” Aemond smiles “This story is one of two souls. Two souls born of madness and tragedy.” He kisses your neck again “Two souls that are forever intertwined.” Aemond watches the way your chest heaves with each breath you take as he fucks you with his fingers.
You feel him hit all those familiar places. Ones which brought you back to when you two would sneak away from feasts just to taste the forbidden fruits of the others world. “A story written in the heavens long before our time.. A story of one broken into two. A tale told a thousand times”
“It shall be told forever more.” Aemond chuckles “Bound by flesh and mind, soul and love…”
You start to feel how he starts to speed up his movements “bound by the pains of life”
“Forever…” Aemond kisses your neck again “My love…”
“And Always…” Goes to kiss him “My love”
Aemond accepts the kiss. His voice is raspy as he speaks “Forever and always, it shall always be the two of us…” He kisses you again “Two halves of a broken heart…”
“Two meant for one” You said as you fisted him faster
Aemond kisses you and groans as softly as he can “Two souls that shall never find another…” He takes your hand and gently pulls you closer “Two hearts that will beat as one….”
“Two souls, one heart”
Aemond looks into your eyes. His breathing is irregular and his body is pressed firmly against yours “My Lilith….”
“My Aemond” You whisper feeling that familiar coil building up.
“My love…” Aemond moves his hand faster. His eyes are full of desire.
“My love” You whisper back doing the same to him
“My perfect girl….” Aemond smiles “My madness….”
“My perfect boy... My sanity…”
Aemond strokes your cheek and smiles “My girl, my love…” His voice is filled with so many emotions. Aemond’s body is almost shaking with restraint “Your lips are calling my name…”
“My man, my heart... Your soul calls to me” You say as you feel your body start to give in.
“My love, my desire….” Aemond leans in and whispers in your ear “You are my heaven and my hell, my sweet Lilith. My madness and my sanity.” His voice fills with passion and love “I will burn for you and I will die without you…”
“My heart, my craving. You are my damnation and salvation, my darling Aemond. My tranquility and restlessness. I will sail through the roughest of storm for you and will drown without you..” You say kissing him as your body begins to shake. You were dancing so close to the sun you didn’t care for the fall.
Aemond smiles warmly and caresses your cheek again “The pain of our love was the greatest torture ever known to me but it was all worth it. Because I got to find you…” His voice is soft and filled with both love and lust “The pain of our love is my greatest torment, but it is also my pleasure. Because it makes me love you more every day…” He kisses you with a loud smack.
“The sweetest pains I would ever endure” The sheep being lured into the Dragon’s den.
“Your body is the sweet poison I drink every moment of my day. Your heart is the sweetest torture I have ever known.” He leans in and kisses your neck “Your lips are my addiction and I dream of their taste every night.” He is so close and the pressure builds, builds, and builds.
“A dream that is reality” You manage to choke out
Aemond whispers in your ear with his hot breath “My girl, my love…”
He takes your free hand in his“I may not be pure… I may not be a godly man… but for you, Lilith…” He leans his face even closer to you “For you I would be anything… Ñuha byka demon”(My little demon).
That pushed you over the edge. You always did love hearing the royals speak in their mother tongue but when Aemond would speak it when it was just you and him alone it made you feel like a sailor at the mercy of the siren song. “My angel”
For a moment, all was quiet. His thumb rubs your clit in the same rhythm as his other fingers while you fist his cock. You both know its only a matter of seconds and neither of you wants to be the first. His lips collide with yours, swallowing any sounds that could escape either of you. Both of you are heaving, fighting a battle to see who shall be the first to fall, either giving in. It had long been forgotten where you were it felt like the whole world had disappeared and it was only you and Aemond left. The dragon and the sheep. One story everyone knows the ending to yet told a thousand times. The want, the need, love and lust. All the things neither could say all poured into that kiss. Princess Helaena had long forgotten that she was sitting and reading. Had she noticed? Indeed, she had to. Unless she hasn’t? Or was she pretending not to, in order to hear their declarations of love that she so hoped for her younger brother.
“Make me feel at home again, Ñuha jorrāelagon” (My love) That’s all it took. It felt like the roar of a dragon, the whip of a master on it’s horse. Aemond smiles softly and kisses your neck again with his sharp teeth “For you….” He leans closer, almost whispering to you “I would be a god. I would destroy worlds if it meant earning your love…” Snap! You felt yourself go limp and you felt as he gave your hand one hard thrust before spilling into your hand. Your eyes grew heavy as you rested your head back on his shoulder, slowly removing your hand from him. Hearing as he whimpers at the lost of contact. He still finger fucks you through your high before remvoing his fingers. Bringing them to his mouth tasting your essences. Looking down at you and noticing how he painted your hand. By the in his eye you could tell he wanted to see his seed paint all of you but for now your hand will do.
He slowly pulls away and looks into your eyes with lust and desire “Ñuha byka gevives” (My little beauty)
You look up at him, having calmed down from your high “My stoic prince”
Aemond laughs softly and strokes your hair “I never wanted a title, only you…”
His voice is soft and sweet as he caresses your cheek “You were always what I wished for… my girl, you were my destiny. You were made for me and I was made for you. I have given up my honor to be with you…” Aemond kisses you
“I have thrown away my title to be yours forever. I have given everything that I have for our love.” His voice is filled with both passion, love and determination “I would sacrifice it all again just so I could have you by my side just one more time. In this life and the next…”
“The gods would be fools if they think we could separated” You said from a place within you didn’t know existed.
Aemond’s breath gets a bit heavier as he speaks “I would sail my entire fleet around the world if it meant having you by my side…” Aemond presses himself against you “I would give up what little honor I have left to have you for a moment.” He smiles and holds you gently“Your smile is my addiction and I want to see it every day…” Aemond leans down to meet your eyes and strokes your cheek “You, my Lilith, are my love. My passion and my addiction. My greatest pleasure and my deepest regret.” His voice is raspy and his breath is hot “I do not regret giving you all I had. My heart, my flesh, my soul….” He gives you a passionate kiss before pulling away again “Every moment you and I share is a moment I would give up everything for…”
A thousand moments for just this one? You ask.
Aemond laughs and strokes your hair again “A thousand is not even enough. I would give up this entire life for mere moments with you.” He kisses you “We are bound for life and for eternity…” He whispers to you and caresses your cheek “Ñuha jorrāelagon, ñuha vys, ñuha ābrar, ñuhon” (My love, my world, my life, mine) Aemond was so deeply in love with Lilith that he didn’t even notice Helaena there. He leans down to kiss you again “A thousand moments is not enough…” His voice is raspy and you can’t hear any other sound. His breathing is hot and you can feel his body against yours “I would burn this world down for you….” Aemond laughs softly.
Before you could respond, you hear sniffles which reminded you two that you were not alone, and Helaena with her book long forgotten had been listing the whole time. Aemond’s face goes red almost immediately when he hears Helaena “Helaena.” His voice is deep and filled with surprise. “Helaena, did you hear anything I said just now?” You could have died of embarrassment right then and there. How couldn’t hear everything that happened?! That's when you realized your hand. Covered in Aemond’s seed, how couldn’t she know what had happened? You hid your left hand behind your back.
Helaena stood from her chair to face you two. Aemond and you were both disheveled and clothes a mess. Helaena spoke “I may have heard every word…” She heard pretty much everything. Aemond isn’t particularly quiet when it comes to these things. You stood there like a statute hoping the gods would open the floor up to swallow you whole. Aemond goes silent for a few moments as he looks to Helaena, her eyes burning a hole through him. He doesn’t move a muscle as he waits for Helaena to say something. Helaena says nothing just looking between the two of you. You look to the ground. Aemond’s face fills with embarrassment and he breaks the silence with his own words “Do… do you want me to explain…?”
Helaena says nothing. She is hiding a slight smiles at the fact her little brother found the love of his life and every life after this one, apparently. Aemond’s face goes bright red as he looks at Helaena, silent as a statue. He tries getting her to say something again “Helaena, did you hear what we-….” Aemond trails off, feeling awkward. “I should.. I should.. I'm going to go”. You said with a bow and leaving Aemond's grasp. The prince looks to Helaena and tries to form words “Helaena… I…” No words come to his mind as he remains still, his voice shaking with anxiety and embarrassment. He watches as you leave the room, his eyes following you every step.
You close the door behind you and walk away to clean your hand and hopefully fall into a bucket of holy water. Aemond and Helaena are left their. Standing not one word has been said since you left the room. It takes a few moments before Aemond can speak again. “Helaena… that was….” He tries finding more words to say, “… not what it looked like.” Helaena says, “Brother, don’t.” Aemond chuckles nervously for a moment and takes a short breath before looking to his sister “Don’t tell Mother, Helaena… please….” He says quietly, but with desperation in his voice, “It was a… it was a single moment of weakness. Of insanity…” He trails off before his voice breaks again. “Mother would never understand, Helaena.” Helaena hands him a cloth so he can clean himself up. “I won't tell her. I swear. I'm happy for you, brother” Aemond takes the cloth and uses it to clean himself up. He is speechless. He looks at Helaena and just nods slowly once. “Thank you, Helaena… you have no idea how relieved I am to hear what you said right now…” He pauses before speaking again, “Helaena, I-… I know I shouldn’t ask you this, but please, keep this our secret…” Before Helaena could say anything, Aegon came bursting in and said, “So what did I miss?”
Aemond goes silent as Aegon steps into the room. His face fills with even more embarrassment. “You… missed nothing at all…” He trails off with a nervous chuckle, his head tilted downwards. He tries hiding away from his brother, “Nothing at all.” Aegon didn’t look convinced, and an awkward silence surrounded them, so Aemond cleared his throat and looked like he wanted to say something but chose against it and just walked out. Aegon was confused and looked at Helaena for answers. Once Aemond leaves and it’s just Aegon and Helaena, she says, “I’ll tell you later.” Aegon shook his head and swung from his bottle while sitting on Helaena’s chair, where Aemond usually sits. “Helaena?” “Yes?” “Why is there water on the ground behind your chair?” Helaena takes a moment to look where Aegon is looking. Indeed there was a little pool of “water” there. She started to remember what you and Aemond were doing and simply said, “That’s not water” “Then what is it?” Helaena proceeds to tell Aegon.
From all the way in the other corner of the Red Keep, inside Aemonds chambers. He could hear Aegon scream, “WHAT?!!” You chuckled. “I suppose she told him then” Aemond shook his head. “I do not understand why my siblings always want to know what happens in my life.” You smile. “To be fair, you were the one who couldn’t wait” He smiles against your neck. “Yes. I suppose this one is of my own making. Now where was I? Oh, right.” He kisses you passionately while fucking you like it is his last day on this earth. A starved man, and you were his first meal in ages.
The stoic prince bore a smile as he ate and ate with his family the next morrow at breakfast. You, on the other hand, could barely walk properly and served him and his family breakfast. He brought his cup to his lips, smirking. Aegon and Helaena looked at each other with a knowing looks, and Queen Alicent and Otto Hightower looked confused at the young prince’s glee while King Viserys didn’t notice.
Who said you had to be a Targaryen to ride a dragon?
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Tarnished Veil
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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Warnings: Blood kink – masochism, smearing of blood, minor injuries, angst, emotional gymnastic.
Author's Note: Reposting because my dumbass went out for dinner and forgot that I had this post on queue but not the taglist.
I'm very very excited to post this one! I've never read or written anything with blood kink, so I hope I did it justice.
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It was 3 AM, and you were still reading. Upon the realization that the man you had been waiting for might not be coming, you put the bookmark between the open pages, closed the book and returned it to the bedside table. Turning off the light, you thought to yourself: if he wasn't here by now, he probably wouldn't be tonight. You hadn't seen each other in almost two weeks. You missed him. Chasing the upsetting thought away, you huffed, fluffing your pillow. It wasn't like you needed a devil to keep your bed warm anyway.
You settled into the soft sheets, which were as white as a swan's feathers. Running your hand through the cool surface, you remembered when there was another presence occupying the space instead of just you. You had to admit that you had been feeling a little lonely. Turning to your side, you grumbled slightly. You didn't like how you were losing sleep because of him.
Shutting your eyes close, you didn't see the figure that lingered at your window, casting a shadow on your bedroom floor. But you did hear the sharp knocks that came, jolting you out of your bed. The silhouette looked all too familiar that it made your stomach churn slightly in excitement. Your eyes confirmed your suspicion. It was him. You rushed to the window, all too eager to usher him inside. He walked passed you, taking a moment to reacquaint himself with your surroundings.
"Matt, what are you doing here?"
You wrapped an arm around yourself, shutting the glass pane so the cold night air wouldn't rush in.
"Did you miss me?"
Yes, you did. You missed his smooth, deep voice that always provided great comfort to you. You missed the way his body moulded to yours, fitting so perfectly. You missed the cuddles afterwards, the warm embraces before sunrises.
"No."
He stalked towards you, and you saw the slight tilt to his gait that you didn't notice at first.
"I can tell that you're lying. I thought you knew me better than this."
You slowly backed away, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself.
"I don't think I ever knew you at all. It's been a while since our last …."
Your voice grew smaller as you trailed off in a nagging uncertainty about what you were. You couldn't bring yourself to ask out of fear that it would imperil what you had, and Matt never brought it up. In the end, you came to the acceptance that you had an arrangement, one without a name.
"Aww, so you did miss me."
Matt stepped closer, towering over you and pulling you into his arms. You were stunned at his sudden want for proximity, and you let him hold you, silently cursing yourself for giving in so easily. He grazed his nose along the column of your throat, nipping and kissing at the delicate skin. His hand came to stroke your neck, guiding your head back to his will for better access. You could only offer a shaky whisper for an answer, holding your breath as quietly as you could.
"... no, I did not."
His hand on your throat tightened slightly, making you gasp. It wasn't enough to hurt, just enough to restrict your movement, holding you in place. He whispered along the cut of your jawline, just below your ear, his voice deep and his message clear.
"You're going to regret that."
In a split second, Matt picked you up bridal style, stalking towards the bed with you writhing in his arms. He gently dropped you onto the sheets before joining you. You crawled backwards as he followed. Your heart picked up its rhythm as you felt a subtle rush of thrill running down your spine. But you didn't want to give in to him just yet. You wanted Matt to be aware of your pent-up frustration after all the nights he didn't come to you. So you pushed at his chest, showing your displeasure. Not only did Matt not budge, but he also used the movement against you. His own hands came up to seize at your wrists, pinning them down to either side of your head. You were trapped between his muscular thighs. You squirmed in his hold, but there was no use. You could do nothing but burn a hole in his head with your glare, hoping he would sense your deadly stare. Yet, your heart betrayed you. It careened into a string of irregular rhythm at the skewed mask on his face, allowing one of his eyes to peek through under the hem. The familiar sight of his unseeing eye greeted you, along with a hint of mischief in the smirk that belonged to the long list of your weaknesses when it came to him.
You could only watch as Matt dipped his head to your level, catching your lips in his. You engaged in a clash of teeth and lips. He feasted on you as if you were his next breath, as if he … missed you. You gasped at the intensity of the kiss, allowing Matt to slip his tongue inside, pulling you into a familiar dance you had done many times before. You felt yourself melting under him, his scent intoxicating you, your arms going lax in his firm yet gentle clasp. In your final attempt at being stubborn and disobedient, your teeth bit on his bottom lip and pulled, making Matt reel back with a grunt, releasing his hold on you.
You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched him touching a hand to his lips. Your throat bobbed as you swallowed, tasting the tang of iron on your tongue. In the low light from the window, you saw the smear of blood between his fingers. You bit the cut on his bottom lip open. His blood was on your tongue, and you couldn't help but feel concerned; you weren't sure what would happen next.
Matt heaved softly, causing the red ichor to fall slowly from the cut. It wasn't deep or serious, but it was one of those pesky wounds that could keep bleeding until it stopped on its own. You watched as he gathered more blood on his index and middle fingers before slowly bringing them to your face.
Your eyes widened since you weren't sure if you were seeing things right. But the warmth and wetness of Matt's fingers were there on your trembling lips. Matt smeared his blood across your mouth, over the edge of your bottom lip, trailing off at your jaw when there wasn't anything left. You held your breath, studying the stillness in his posture, his hand lingering on your face.
The fleeting moment passed, Matt came back to you, and you stayed still as he erased your distance. After an agonizing wait, his lips finally brushed against yours. The touch was tentative at first, as if he wasn't entirely certain about what he was doing. You pushed the kiss further, deepening it, and your frustration with his absence faded into the back of your mind. The blood you tasted filled your senses, and you felt drunk on him. Your mind was engulfed in a hazy fog, going into overdrive over the sensuality of it. You felt like you were sharing something sacred, sealing a deadly deal, signing your soul away. In the sweeping current of bliss and the tranquil air afterwards, you knew it was something you were willing to do with the devil before you, who had made it his mission to make it up to you for the time he was gone.
You briefly parted, breathing hard. Matt took off his own clothes as you shrugged out of yours. You held your hands out to hold him, preventing him from advancing, when you saw the white gauze wrapped across his ribs slowly turning to a crimson red.
"Matt, stop. You're injured."
Your hand grazed over the edge of the damp fabric, and Matt, wanting to distract you, took your wandering hand and laid open-mouthed kisses all over.
"I'm fine, just kiss me. I'll lose it if we stop."
He swiftly shut out your protest, sealing his lips with yours. Your limbs tangled, and the brisk yet careful friction of skin against skin made your core clench around nothing, begging for his aching cock that was hard and aching on your thigh. He hooked your legs to wrap around his slim waist and wasted no time plunging his cock into your weeping cunt. You let out a piercing cry in bliss, and before you could calm down from the intrusion, he set at a rhythm that unravelled you like a loose stitch. Matt burrowed his face into the crook of your neck, and you wound your arms around his shoulders. He rocked into you as if this was your first and last time being together, pure desperation and need. All you could do was hang on to his broad shoulders, your nails raked over the subtle definition. The drags of his cock drew out moans and meaningless babble from your mouth. Your mind blanked out, and all you could think of was him; all you could feel was his cock rubbing against your inner wall, hitting that spot inside of you that made your toes curl, made your core clench harder onto his length. The throaty grunts were like his earnest praises as you squeezed him hard. And he kept pushing and pushing, to the point where the injury on his abdomen cried tears of scarlet agony.
You managed to utter your concern through the seam of your lips, between breathy moans and choked gasps.
"You're… you're bleeding."
Matt slowed himself down to a stop with visible effort, and you had to hold back the whine that escaped your throat. He ripped the gauze in half, throwing the bloody cloth to the floor, revealing the injury underneath. It looked quite fresh, about one to two days old, and it was bleeding steadily. The red drops dripped down his torso and onto yours. Before you could push him away to find something to stop the bleeding, he took your hand and put it on top of the open wound. His voice was husky, full of tease. And challenge.
"You were mad at me, weren't you? Punish me then."
You blinked, not quite registering his request.
"What? No! I … I can't."
He forced your fingers to press harder on his wound, making you gasp. Matt hissed at the sharp pain, yet, the smirk on his face spoke true of his unalloyed satisfaction.
"Go on. You know what to do. Hurt me."
You didn't know what to say in return. You could only stare. There was not a hint of regret or uncertainty coming from Matt. You understood what Matt wanted, but did you want the same thing? No matter how angry you were at him, you would never hurt him out of vindictiveness. Yet, a part of you called out, reminding you of the fact that at this point in your arrangement, you would always conform to him as if his needs were yours. Still, another part of you wanted him to suffer, just a little bit. It didn't hurt that he gave you the green light to go for it.
You hesitantly pushed on his wound, prodding at the edge. More blood seeped out and ran onto your fingers, warm and hungry for the new expanse. Matt's face was a mix of pain and pleasure; the smile on his face assured you that he was okay, that he was more than enjoying this. He grunted roughly as he picked up the pace, his cock throbbing inside your dripping cunt. Your blissed cries were ripped out from your throat. You panted heavily, revelling in the new gratification.
"This is for … ignoring … me."
It was half whimper, half growl, which only seemed to encourage him to go feral. He was ruthless now, pounding into you like he wanted to ruin you for anyone else. Your broken screams echoed between the walls of your bedroom, unrestrained and uncontainable, for his thick girth in your tight cunt was too much. Your hand still splayed over his wound, feeling the flow of substance running onto your hand steadily. More throaty moans spilled from his mouth, and the sweat on his forehead trailed down, embracing the beautiful frame of his face. You brought your blood-stained hand away from his wound, and he whined in protest. You didn't know what made you do what you did next, blame it on the spur of the moment, but you had never been more pleased with yourself for what your little action inspired.
You ran the bloody hand over your chest and neck, smearing the stickiness on your skin. For a moment, his thrusts faltered. Matt took it all in with his sense despite the rattling in his chest. Your panting, your wild heartbeat, the way you splayed out underneath him, adorning an invisible muslin of sweat and blood, and he lost his mind. The scent of his blood was all over you like a mark, like a declaration that you only belonged to him and him. That you proudly wore his blood, your devotion endless.
His arm snaked under and around your upper back to cushion your neck, and his hand settled on your shoulder, pulling your hips towards his hard thrusts. Brute force and unrestrained fervour, it wasn't that different from what you were doing before, but you felt it. A piercing scream was ripped away from you, so raw and primal that your throat hurt; tears gathered in your eyes. You cried from the acute pleasure he bestowed upon you, the intenseness you had never felt with anyone else. Matt was moaning with abandon; his deep guttural sounds were almost animalistic as his hips pistoned into you. His fingers carved bruises onto your hip, pulling and pushing you towards the edge that was within reach. The orgasm crashed into you, loosening the knot in your belly. Your core clenched hard on him, triggering his own release. He finished deep inside you, filling you up after ropes and ropes of cum. The post-orgasmic daze felt endless as Matt slowed his strokes before coming to a stop. He stayed seated inside, and you felt his release spill out of your cunt, following the curve of your ass cheeks and dripping onto the damp sheets below. Matt dropped his full weight on you, and you welcomed it with a tired mewl. His dark hair tickled your sweat-soaked skin, creating a pleasant, welcoming feeling after he had just fucked your brains out. Your hand skimmed his torso and found the wound. You gave it a tentative touch, feeling the clammy mix of sweat and blood, and he exclaimed softly through a breathy exhale. You brushed the wet strands of hair away from his forehead, pressing a kiss to his sweaty temple.
"Let me patch you up before you bleed to death on my sheets."
He grumbled, falling onto the side and holding himself up with one arm to temporarily free you from his weight.
"I'm sorry … about your sheets."
You shook your head, your chuckle lighthearted and free.
"Saying sorry's not going to be enough. You're gonna buy me new ones."
He nodded tiredly; an easy smile brightened his face, emphasizing the faint wrinkles you adored.
"Deal. And then we can do that all over the new sheets again."
His casual remark dropped a weight in your stomach like an anvil to the bottom of the ocean. You were glued to the edge of the bed; your mind worked its way out of the post-orgasm fog to poke at your prideful ego, reminding you of how he had disappeared on you without a word. Your hands held onto the ruined sheets, your head dipped slightly. And when you spoke, your voice was low and small, but it couldn't soften the sharp puncture of your intention; the deadly point was forged by the simmering anger you didn't know you had.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Matthew."
He went impossibly still behind you, and you didn't need an enhanced sensitivity to know he didn't miss what you meant. You were worried about him, for you didn't know if he was alive or lying dead somewhere in Hell's Kitchen. You knew his first name, his face, his voice, and that wasn't enough for a man who could evade you like the passing wind on your cheeks. As much as you didn't want to admit it, it hurt.
A hand settled on your back, warm and a little clammy from the dried blood, and you shrugged yourself out of his comforting touch. You silently retrieved the box where you kept all of your medical necessities, which had grown in variety only because of him. You patched him up in silence, and when you were done, your prolonged reserve asked him for the distance he so generously gave you before. Matt tried to break your reticence many times, but you didn't want his explanation. You allowed yourself one last sentiment when he stood outside your window, casting his tall, imposing shadow on you.
"Goodbye, Matthew. I hope this is the last time we see each other."
Before he could say anything else, you shut the door and turned your back on him. Despite the finality in your conviction, your heart betrayed you with its wild and chaotic beats as if it knew this wouldn't be the last time you saw him. But for the moment, when you cast one last glance over the fire escape, you found no one.
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Thank you again for continuing to enjoy the story and voting. I hope that you continue to enjoy it as we move the story along.
Next shop to visit?
This one had a tie, so I let fate decide and it came up
2. The Baker/Butcher
Feeling a little peckish after her visit to the herbalist, she decides that going to the baker and butchers was a good idea. The rations would be good to keep for the days on the road, but since they were in town, getting some fresh goods sounded like a logical idea. The inn would likely have a meal that they could eat before bed tonight.
Yes, the baked goods sounded divine right now. Moving swiftly, she forewent going to the butcher, heading straight for where the baker was setting out more of those pastry puffs she’d seen earlier. She was sure that Luna would like one of them, or maybe something without the cream to keep from hurting her voice. Some buns with meat would be a good lunch too.
“Ah! Hello pretty lady!” a little voice sang out as she sat on the desk next to a simple counting bead board. “Wow you gotta be one of those people from Castledale daddy talks about!”
Smiling, she stepped over to the little girl. “Oh, why yes, I am from Castledale, and thank you for calling me pretty,” she answered, looking over the goods on display. “Do you have anything you think is tasty?”
“Oh yes! The cream breads are great. They’re all light and fluffy and mommy makes the sweet cream inside,” she explained excitedly as she pointed to the treats. “It's special just for today, so you gotta try it. Oh! And daddy just got out some fresh rolls that are soooo good with butter, and… umm… I think the pies coming out this afternoon are good, but he doesn’t have any now.”
“That all sounds delicious,” Star agreed, smiling at the enthusiasm. “I will take four of the cream breads, and a couple of the rolls, would you know where I can get butter?” she asked, trying to indulge the child’s eagerness to make a sale.
“Oh! We gots a lotta butter, daddy always gives a small bit with the rolls. Now uhh…” she began working the beads carefully on the board, counting them before speaking. “That’s nine coppers for all of them. You should try the butcher next door, they have some really good cold meats that they smoke and flavor, and you don’t have to cook it. I think it’s yummy on the rolls.”
“You are a gem, are you not?” she commented as she paid the copper coins, and then put two into the small wooden bowl marked for tips. Best to not confuse the kid if possible.
The baker walked up with a warm chuckle as he held out the ordered foods, “She takes after her mother, sharp as a tack, and a natural talker. Tell Mitch over at the butchers that we sent him, and he’ll know what to get you.”
“Thank you, I believe this is enough for us, we had a hearty breakfast,” she commented, indicating the bard playing in the center of the town square. Getting a nod from the man, he moved to get another tray of bread from the back and set it out as other citizens came out.
Wandering over to sit by the show, she set Luna’s portion on a small cloth nearby, getting a nod from her as she continued playing for the milling crowds. After her light lunch, she felt better and much clearer in her head.
Dusting off her front, she stood, heading to get to the Town Hall.
Time to get some information from the Town Hall, but it’s also important to note just how the information is given.
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