#speaking as someone who used to have long hair and got it tangled in my jewelry more frequently than I'd care to admit
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Any time Eddie reaches for Steve's hair, Steve stops him. Whether it's when they're kissing and Eddie wants to bury his hands in it, or something more casual, like when Steve is sitting in front of Eddie while they watch a movie and Eddie idly tries to play with it
The moment Eddie's hands start to stray backwards from Steve's face, or upwards from his shoulders, Steve stops him. He's actually grabbed Eddie's hand midair once
Everyone assumes it's because Steve's hair is Off Limits
It's actually because Eddie keeps forgetting he's wearing his dumbass chunky rings and they once got so tangled in Steve's hair that Eddie had had to slip his fingers out of them before he could actually work them free, and now Eddie isn't allowed to touch Steve's head unless he takes the rings off first
#speaking as someone who used to have long hair and got it tangled in my jewelry more frequently than I'd care to admit#I cringe a tiny bit every time I see pictures of Eddie carding his fingers through his own or Steve's hair while still wearing those rings#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#eddiesteve
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Pot calling the Kettle Black
Mihawk x Reader + Alucare OOC
Just some domestic Fluff stuff and light violence.
Saw someone requested this! But when I went to answer the answer got deleted cause my laptop overheated and shut off ;-; I'm so sorry! (If you were the person please DM me I do apologize)
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"For goodness sake" You sigh as you watch the comb snap from your sons hair. Tossing the ruined item to the side to later be thrown away.
You sat there trying to brush through Alucare's thick hair. It seemed the salty air had decided to reek havoc on his dark locs and render them a crusty tangled mess.
"This is humilating-" He grumbled sitting on the floor of the cabin you and Mihawk shared, Wincing everytime you ran the now 4th comb through his hair and encountered a knot.
"Sorry honey but you're too tall for me when you sit in the chair" You admit, needing the upper angle in order to even attempt to manage his hair.
You rinced his hair in more fresh water but it seemed no matter how much you used it was not helping in softening the hardened locs.
Yanking more on his hair which earn another pained grunt in discomfort from the boy- Both of you not noticing the door opening as Mihawk watched calmly from the doorway lf the cabin.
"Struggling?" He finally spoke, revealing himself to the both of you as you pulled the comb from Alucare's hair.
"Yes, His hair is so dry was the sea air that it's a wavy mess" You say gesturing to his locks with a defeated sigh. Alucare glancing back at his father who seemed amused by the sight, Mihawk walking into the room fully and taking the comb from you as well as reaching into the bag he personally carried and grabbing a jar.
"I'll help, Come" He said calmly and gestured to the chair in the room. Alucare turned his nose to this but sighed in defeat as he stood up and sat in the chair. Mihawk going behind him and taking the hair product he used began to comb it through his hair- Softening it enough to take out the knots.
You looked on in surprise at the two- It was a very cute father son moment in your eyes as you watched Mihawk with care detailed his sons hair.
"The salt from the sea will dry out your hair and stick to you. Add more conditioner" He grumbled, Alucare nodding at this as Mihawk with gentle hands detailed the boys hair.
"Why bother keeping your hair so long to begin with?-" Mihawk asked, raising a brow noting that when continuing it was just past the center of his back. Far too long for his taste.
"Cause when it was shorter I got mistaken for you and almost scared a Marine half to death" He said calmly, Mihawk freezing in his actions before he cracked a small smirk and continued his task at hand.
"I see" He said calmly continuing the task at hand. However was forced to stop just halfway through and pulled Alucares hair back in a low ponytail for the time being.
"Out of product.. We will be stopping in a village soon for your mother to stretch her legs- we will gather more hair product for you" he said calmly as Alucare stood from the chair and gave a short thanks.
Standing in the little general store Mihawk turned his head to see Alucare speaking with a girl- A pretty girl. How her cheeks were red and she was clearly swoon- Alucare also flirting back with a charmed smile on his face, he knew that look well.
It wasn't long till the three of you (four on the way) made it to a tiny village to get some supplies for the journey. Deciding a small store near the docks would have the hair supplies for the teen.
The young girl played with a lock of her dark brown hair, her ebony sparkling as Alucare clearly wooed her and she gave a shy nod. Earning a smile from his son and he nodded walking back towards you two- Noting that Mihawk had clearly noticed.
"Mother, they are having a summer festival in a few days, Would you like to attend?" Alucare asked, seeing how your face lit up at the idea. Chattering excitedly at wishing to do this as Mihawk stared at his spawn- Clever.
"What do you saw Mihawk? Wanna stay for the festival?" You ask softly, he looked in your eyes and knew he wouldn't refuse you. So he gave a soft nod to you. Alucare smirked at this as he clearly got what he had wanted- Grabbing the hair stuff he needed quickly he smirked. The Warlord hummed, knowing damn well what was to come soon.
In less then 5 hours his son was off running around with this girl- Mihawk saw how this girl and Alucare ran around the island together clearly he had wooed her a bit too well. Knowing that his son was plotting to win her heart and win something else before departing- The adventurous feeling of the sea clearly infecting him with wonder and interest. He had done the same, it came with being out on sea.
The day of the festival Mihawk was excited for all the wrong reason- Sure he was happy to get to spend the festive day with you but really he wanted to see the blow up that was about to happen-
A stolen kiss and a blushing of a innocent girl had Alucare confidence up and bolstered, even if he knew it may be cruel to do. On the second night Alucare snuck onto the ship, not expecting Mihawk to still be awake waiting for him as he cleaned his blade.
"You lied to her I take it?-" Mihawk asked, Already knowing the answer to the question. Alucare nodding silently-
"Her heart is going to be broken when she finds our you're leaving" He said calmly and met his sons gaze.
"That's why I won't tell her. Goodnight" He said shortly and headed to his Cabin on the ship. Mihawk shaking his head at this- Not under his watch.
Was this his live soap opera? Hell yes it was.
"Ready to head out back to sea Alucare? We need to leave by morning. Who is your friend here?" Mihawk said quite louder then his normal tone, purposely making sure the girl heard every word he said.
Once at the festival Alucare separated from you both rather quickly, most likely to enjoy himself elsewhere with the girl. Leaving the two of you alone to enjoy one another. The dancing, the food and even the drink had been fantastic. Seeing you dance and dress up for the lovely festivities had been worth every Berry he spent, the pretty festival clothes complimented you well and he couldn't help but keep his hands on you.
Truthfully having spent the day with you he had forgotten the whole ordeal with Alucare. Till he son his son running up a scenic hill for the firework show.
Staying for the fireworks with you he silently plotted what he would do. Knowing they would probably still be on that scenic hill once over- You were also pretty tuckered out and he didn't want to stress you or the baby. Getting you back to the ship to rest after the fireworks Mihawk set in his plan and went back out to the festive grounds to find his son and burst his little bubble.
"Ah there you are my Son" Mihawk said calmly as he walked towards the kissing teen couple- the two pulling away as Alucare eyes were as wide as saucers at being caught.
"Wait you're leaving?- You're family didn't move here?" She asked sharply, Alucare sending a murderous glare at his father. Not expecting the old man to not only catch him but also absolutely call him out on his bullshit.
"Seems so" He said nonchalantly, clearly trying to play it cool for being caught so bluntly. "It seems some things have changed so I will be leaving"
"You lied to me!" She hissed angrily, clenching her fist.
"I did-" He said calmly which made her angrier.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she fumed, Alucare stepping back as he tried to clearly step out of the emotional situation. However neither Mihawk nor Alucare expected what happened next- In a second she pulled back and pushing cheddar him square against the jaw with a bone bending strength.
Alucare stumbled back so hard Mihawk had to catch him and both their eyes were wide at such a hard punch from the little lady. Her eyes narrowed at both of them in anger and Mihawk had a wave of deja vu.
"I will not forget this Asshole!" She yelled, huffing as she stormed away angrily down the scenic hillside back to the village.
Mihawk standing Alucare up fully as both of them seemed a bit dazed. The two Dracule men walking back to the ship where you were waiting for them.
As Alucare boarded the ship he glanced to the side seeing his father with a amused gleam in his eyes as he waited for him to board.
"Was it fun heartbreaker?" He teased, earning a glare from the teenager as he grumbled and went on the ship. Ignoring the ache from his cheek which was sure to be blue and purple by the days end.
"Oh shut it-" Alucare grumbled as Mihawk gave a noise which was as close to a chuckle he got. Before the family retired to bed.
Once out to sea you had prepared your small family a meal and all seated in the ships small breakfast you scolded you son and gave him a ice pack for his swollen cheek.
"That was very unkind Alucare, I raised you better then that" You warn and he sighs at this, Accepting the verbal lashing he was getting from you.
"By the way- What was that poor girl's full name? You are going to send a apology to her" You tell him, still disappointed in your son for stealing that girls first kiss and lying to her.
Alucare paused his eating for a moment, thinking back "Beckman.. Lyra Beckman I believe-"
There was a mild choking noise from the older man, Mihawk sighed heavily at this as he rubbed his temple... Of fucking course it was...
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Mother and Father Are Fighting Again
Paring: Astarion x fem!DurgTavReader
Word count: 1.5k
Summary: Tav and Gale clash over the role of the party's leader.
Warnings: Some language, Humor, Tav and Gale Bickering
A/N: 100% how I envisioned the party selecting thier leader going. This guy is a little short but I do hope you enjoy it!
Your small yet growing group sits around the fire, their gazes occasionally landing on each other and often resting on you. There you are, half asleep, your hair tangled and messy on one side of your head. They had woken you up because the thought of having no official leader plagued Astarion’s thoughts at night, to the point where he couldn't meditate properly. Rubbing your hands over your face, Shadowheart picks at her nails before speaking up.
“I think Tav would be a good fit; I mean, she is the one who got us all together in the first place,” she says, earning a hum of agreement from everyone but Gale.
Letting out a yawn, you bring your hands up to rub at your eyes, and Gale points at you. “I disagree; she can barely keep her eyes open. We need a leader who can be alert just in case someone decides to raid our camp. She sleeps like a log; I mean, look how long it took us to wake her this morning.” Your eyes slowly trail over to Gale before falling into a tired glare.
“I’m sorry that it was hard to wake me. It’s not like we fought an entire goblin camp yesterday while you sat there and nagged me about having the Tiefling's celebration here last night,” you snap, brushing the stray hairs from your face. “Besides, I didn’t ask to be included in the nominations; they all just decided to include me. I don’t even want to be the leader of the group,” you say, throwing your arms in the air.
Gale goes to say something before Karlach speaks up. “Well, think about it, soldier. Whenever we speak to others, they immediately begin talking to you. You walk with confidence; they already think that you’re our leader. You defuse situations and persuade people just like a leader does,” she says, causing Gale to let out a groan.
Nodding along with her words, you can see where she is coming from. Those in Emerald Grove talked to you and only you as your party stood behind you waiting for something to happen. When you dealt with Auntie Ethel, she specifically dealt with you and only you. “You’re right; maybe I will consider running for the position. I mean, if people already think that I lead our group, why not?”
Gale shoots up, resting his hands on his hips and shaking his head. “No, you just said you don’t want to lead our group; you don’t get to backtrack now. That’s not fair at all. Besides, my case still stands; you’re not fit to be a leader, especially if we can’t even wake you. You’ve also made some questionable choices. For example, who just decides they want to take on an entire camp for a cuddly bear?”
Crossing your arms, you lean back against the log and against Shadowheart's leg. “I’m allowed to change my mind, especially when someone makes a valid point. And I didn’t decide to raid the goblin camp just because Halsin is a cute little bear,” you gush, before your smile drops. “I did it because allying ourselves with most of Emerald Grove was in our best interest, and the best way to do that was to take down their leaders and then wipe the rest of them out. Besides, most of it was done for us when I chose to poison their drinks,” you shrug, a smug smile spreading across your face as Shadowheart pats your shoulder in agreement.
Gale lets out a scoff as he racks his mind for anything else to hold against you. His eyes widen before a sly smile spreads across his face. “Maybe if you and Astarion weren’t sneaking around so much, you’d actually be able to sleep.” So, he had heard you sneak off last night. Heads slowly turn to look at Astarion, who raises his hand, his eyes widening slightly.
“In my defense, oh who am I kidding, I won’t hide the fact that our night together was just as enjoyable as watching you get drunk and cry over Mystra.” Astarion shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest.
Karlach lets out a laugh, and you turn to face her with a confused look. “Sorry, soldier, you just looked so horrified when Gale pointed out your nighttime escapades. Don’t worry; we’re all quite aware that you and Fangs fancy each other. You’re not that secretive. Just do tell Shadowheart and me the details later.” She shrugs, earning a groan from you as you hide your face in your hands while Shadowheart lets out a hearty laugh.
Gale clears his throat, grabbing everyone’s attention and giving you a break from the girls trying to fish for any details they could force out of you. “Are we just ignoring the elephant in the room here? That elephant being I’m the most qualified to lead our little group of... you.” You raise a brow, your hands moving to fix and straighten your hair out.
“Alright, Gale, since you’re being so moody, do I need to go find a boot for you to chew on so you don’t explode on us?” You press, “Besides, they’re our friends, and they all have names, so I suggest you start learning them. Some leader you want to be.” You grumble, looking away. The bickering between you and Gale goes on for some time as the heads of your friends move to watch whoever is talking.
You weren’t sure who got tired and broke first, but Lae’zel speaks up. “Why don’t we just vote? Each person can cast two votes, and we go from there. It can make figuring out the leader easier and just as fair.” Lae’zel wasn’t one for many words, but when she brought up ideas, they sure as hell were amazing. If only you could get her to actually pitch in on attack plans more often. “Those who want to run can’t vote, just so we know you’re not casting votes for yourself.” She says, grabbing a journal from her tent. Ripping out the paper, she sets them down on the makeshift desk made out of a rock a few feet away. Setting out the quill and ink, she turns and nods. “Cast your votes and then place them into the helmet on the table.” She says, watching as the other camp members stand up and walk over to the table.
Looking at Gale, he keeps his eyes trained on you, and you let your eyes narrow in his direction. “What do you want, lizard brain?” You snap, shifting your body away, and you look over your shoulder, your eyes narrowing even more.
“I have a lizard brain? Have you not looked in the mirror recently? Actually no, lizards are extremely intelligent creatures. Now, a good insult is that you look like a lizard.” He quips, sending you a triumphant smile.
Before you could respond, Shadowheart sighs and sits between the both of you. “If you two don’t stop arguing, I’ll have Astarion tie you both up and leave you here as we move on.” She grumbles, only to earn a laugh from Astarion.
“I would too! I mean, Darling, you would just as delectable tied up for me, begging me to let you go.” He hums, only to earn a horrified gag from Gale, and your expression to match his. Astarion was many things, but a shameless flirt with zero filter was one of them. Sure, you were attracted to him, given your many outings into the woods together at night, but sometimes you reevaluate just as to what about him drew you in with half the things he manages to say.
Lae'zel settles back onto the ground, arranging the scraps of paper before her. Counting them, she lifts her gaze, eyes shifting between you and Gale. "Tav wins the votes," she declares, casually tossing the helmet aside. Gale glances around at everyone, beginning to complain, alleging that you had charmed them in an attempt to secure the votes.
Karlach sends Gale a pitying smile. "Sorry, Gale. It's nothing against you. Tav just appears to have our best interests in mind and is a natural leader. Not that you're not a leader, but it just feels right to follow in her footsteps," Karlach says gently. Gale nods in understanding, then looks at you.
"I apologize for being childish, Tav. That was extremely wrong of me, and I shouldn't have done that. You deserve the role as much as anyone else here. I will follow your command and trust you to lead us in the right path," he states, bowing his head. His words and actions bring a smile to your face.
"Thank you, Gale, and I apologize as well. I promise to be the best leader I can be. Your input matters to me; I can't make decisions without you guys. But I do promise one thing: I will get these tadpoles out of our heads and save every single one of you. You're my family, and you all deserve saving." You notice Astarion looking at you, pride and admiration filling his eyes. There's something about that gaze that brings a blush to your cheeks. It's a look you'd kill to see over and over again.
Astarion uncrosses his arms, smiling gently at both you and Gale. "I'm glad you both kissed and made up. It's extremely odd to watch our mother and father fight again," he remarks, earning a confused look from you and Gale as the others laugh. Clearly, you both missed a chapter in this adventure.
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Fire in the Water: Chapter Eight
Summary: You had thought dating a vampire would be the most complicated thing you'd ever done. But as it turns out, becoming one is even more complicated. The boys are determined to make your transformation as smooth as possible while each fighting to maintain the relationships they once had and those they now lust for.
Author's Note: As always, I'd like to thank the lovely @gretasmokerising and @earthlysorrows for everything
Content Warnings: swearing, alcohol, physical fighting, talk of blood, blood drinking, threesome, oral (f. receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (18+ minors do not interact)
Word Count: 11k
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“We’re lucky you don’t have laser eyes like superman or something.”
Danny's voice startled you where you were standing in the kitchen watching Jake's guest house intently. You'd been watching for any sign of movement, any sign of life other than his own. You knew he hadn't been particularly happy about the day you'd spent with Sam by the cliffs, not that he had said anything about it. But the look on his face aimed at his brother when you'd returned had said it all. And you knew Jake too well to think he wouldn't try and get back at you. You almost couldn't blame him. It's what you would have done.
Maybe that was the cause of your worry.
“Watching for movement,” you explained without even a glance in his direction.
“There’s no way he’s got someone in there this late in the game.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean, you might be doing a fine job of resisting him but I don’t think the same applies the other way around.”
You let out a deep sigh, only letting your eyes flicker over to Danny's for a fraction of a second.
“He sure is keeping his distance,” you muttered.
Danny couldn't contain his laughter as he moved to stand behind you, flattening his palms against the counter on either side of yours and leaning in to speak against your ear.
“Well, not to insert myself into your business but I do believe you were upset when he was not keeping his distance.”
You were once again thankful no one could hear the thoughts that his proximity sent floating around in your mind.
“Don’t use logic against me. Don’t you know I’m an emotional nightmare?”
“Well if you're such an emotional nightmare, unfortunately I think he is the one to be able to fix that.”
You scoffed at the idea. Jake was just as vindictive as you were and he was beginning to show you just how much fun he was having with the whole situation. Fun at your expense.
“Yeah, the one using my jealousy against me for his own entertainment. Great.”
Danny's hands inched closer to yours on the countertop, his face turning inward a little more to catch your profile as he spoke in the sultriest voice he could.
“It’s like heroin to him. He feels everything you do except stronger, like it’s radiating in on itself. He can feel it coursing through you, through himself, and it just sort of builds. The good stuff ends up being euphoric.” And then he smiled against your ear and took on his more normal intonation. “Plus he's just kind of an asshole.”
“He is an asshole,” you agreed in a voice barely above a whisper, cracking at the start like your mouth had run dry.
It earned another beautiful laugh from Danny who turned his gaze downward to watch the sinful path his hands were about to make.
“All I’m saying is…” He ran his fingertips lightly over the backs of your hands, tracing them upward to reach your elbows and drawing long lines up your biceps with a feather-like touch. “Every little tingle, every little buzz, every little ounce of something you feel, he feels it everywhere.”
If you had forgotten just how much pent up energy you'd accumulated over the last month, Danny was there to remind you of it.
“So what you should be doing,” he continued like his fingers along your skin, working up over your shoulders until his left hand snaked around the back of your neck and tangled itself into your hair at the nape of your neck, “is making him feel exactly what you want him to feel rather than the other way around.”
You hadn't even realized your body was pushing into his until he tightened his hold on your hair and a shameless whimper tumbled out of your throat.
“You know,” you huffed with a breathy chuckle, “that might be the smartest thing anyone in this house has said since I turned.”
“That’s why they keep me around,” Danny smiled.
“No, that’s why I keep you around.”
Danny didn't move when he heard Adele's voice. Didn't even flinch where he stood with his erection pressed to your ass. It reminded you of something Josh had once said about vampires and morals. They were loose, it seemed.
"Sweetheart…" Danny started with his lips ghosting over your neck, "we were thinking maybe it's time to make Jake a little jealous."
To your surprise, you could already hear the smile in Adele's voice.
"I think that is an excellent idea. Are you going to do it by the window, too? Make him watch?"
You turned out of Danny's grasp to face Adele, crossing the kitchen in stride. And as you passed her, you took her hand in yours, spinning her as you went.
"Surely we can be loud enough," you muttered.
Danny followed behind you both as you led Adele into their shared bedroom, only turning back to face her once you reached the edge of the bed. And although you had suddenly felt nerves bubble up in your chest as she stared at you, in all her beauty, those nerves didn't last long before her mouth was against yours, hungry and fast and putting your mind at ease.
Danny sauntered across the room while he watched her tongue slip past your teeth and explore your mouth. He watched carefully as her fingers pulled your hips into hers and as you threw your arms over her shoulders to feel more of her against you. He was committing it to memory with his watchful gaze. You, on the other hand, were committing it to memory with your tongue.
When he reached you both, Adele pulled away to drop to her knees before you, giving Danny the space to slot his body around her and capture your mouth against his. He was rougher than she was. She commanded with her tongue, pressing forward like she wanted to explore your entire body with that alone. But Danny commanded with his hands, working them up into your hair and giving a hard tug to angle your face up toward him better. He moved you with his hands, and you were happily malleable between them, like you'd been caught in a rip tide that you were eager to let carry you along its formidable journey.
On her knees before you, Adele's fingers skirted up your clothed legs, teasing you through the fabric and reveling in the way your muscles twitched and tensed beneath her talented fingers. You had to give her more credit; she matched her beauty with ability. Actually, they didn't seem to be lacking in anything as a couple. And if Danny hadn't had his tongue in your mouth and Adele hadn't been kissing her way down the soft skin of your stomach as she dragged the material of your leggings down your thighs, you might have even been self-conscious that you could never compete with them.
But truthfully, not a thought existed in your head, of either your own inadequacy or your plans to make Jake jealous. Every tangible thought you might have formed evaporated the moment Adele's tongue slipped from her parted lips and dragged a line down your stomach over your pussy still shielded by too much fabric.
Danny's hands held your hair tight enough to yank your face roughly away from his to command you in a low growl. “Tell her what you want, sweetheart. She's good at doing what she's told.”
He smirked while he watched your throat bob with a gulp as you worked up the ability to speak.
“P-please lick me, use your tongue on me,” you stuttered, your eyes locked to Danny's.
He looked like he pitied you, like he'd been a slave to Adele's tongue many more times than once. But thankfully, he was right. She didn't have to be told twice.
She mumbled out a raspy, “Yes, ma'am”, and yanked your leggings along with your panties to their resting spot about your thighs. Without another word, she licked a long stripe between your lips up to your clit where she gave it a mean flick, one that caused your body to jolt in Danny's hands.
He tutted his tongue and shushed you softly, one hand still holding your hair with a frightening grip while the other pet your cheek like you were some pathetic creature who needed to be soothed through your release. And it only got you wetter.
“If you want more, just ask,” he smiled. “She's a bit of a tease.”
Adele hummed in agreement against the skin of your thighs that she had busied herself kissing around, nipping here and there just to feel you jolt again. It brought a wicked smile to her face each time.
“More, Adele, I need more.” It was another pitiful whine, not that you really cared how it sounded. But as you urged her to bring her tongue to you again, Danny nodded alongside you, furrowing his brows like he was mocking your desperation.
“Our little dracula needs more, Adele. Don't you hear how needy she is? Don't you want to take pity on her?”
She hummed again, sinking her long nails into your flesh as she dove in between your legs. This time, when she drew that same line along your slit and stopped at your clit, she began to draw lazy circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, letting her tongue lie flat against your skin to be as gentle as possible.
“Oh fuck,” you felt your body go limp in Danny's hands, his grip in your hair practically the only thing keeping you upright.
“Ooh, I think she likes that,” he smiled wide. “She's good with her tongue, isn't she?”
Your eyes rolled back as she worked her tongue faster against your clit, lapping at it like you were her last meal. You could hear the sound of moisture growing with each flick of her tongue, too, like some lewd church bell signaling the state of your body and the height of your pleasure.
Adele was eager, too. You'd seen that eagerness launched at Danny practically every waking moment they spent at one another's side. But now that that eagerness was turned toward you and her nails threatened to break skin against your thighs with the force she used to keep you still against her mouth, you had a new appreciation for it.
Fuck, they were good together.
Danny's hands abandoned your body for only a moment, long enough for you to catch a glimpse of the sight unfolding beneath you. Adele had her knees spread far apart, enough to allow her to grind her own aching entrance against the floor. And just watching her that way, desperate for any friction she could manage, you wanted to pull her to her feet and drop to your own knees to worship her instead. But Danny seemed to have other plans. In fact, they both seemed keen to keep you at the center of attention. And who were you to argue with that?
Danny situated himself behind you, meeting Adele's force which threatened to push you backward to fit you snugly between the two of them. This time, his hand wrapped around your throat to pull your head backward, enough for you to stare up at him.
“Spread your legs a little farther for me, sweetheart,” he urged, tapping the outside of your thigh with his free hand.
Adele helped you spread your feet wider, pulling your clothes down to your ankles to help with your range of motion. But once you were situated how Danny wanted you, she continued her assault against you and you moaned loudly, arching back against Danny's body. But that moan turned into a gasp when you felt his fingers slip between your legs, wetting themselves on the slick you and Adele both left behind, and parting your lips easily.
You tensed against him in anticipation, afraid any movement on your part would deter him from sliding those thick, long fingers inside of you. But Danny was smart. He could tell what you were doing by just the feeling alone.
“Oh, don't worry your pretty little self over it,” he whispered against the shell of your ear as he tightened his grip around your throat. “I'm much nicer than Jake. Way less stupid, too.”
In your haze of pleasure that they had carefully crafted for you, you'd forgotten that this had all been a plan to rile Jake up. And when Danny pushed his fingers inside of you, curling them in time with Adele's cadence against your clit, flicking and rolling the bud along her tongue while Danny made use of how wet she was getting you, you suddenly hoped Jake would at least have the decency to wait until you were done to burst through the door.
"Oh fuck," you gasped at the sensations, beginning to overpower your mind and your body.
However talented Adele was with her tongue, Danny matched that with his fingers, expertly curling them to press that fleshy spot inside of you. And once he found it, he never relented, thrusting his fingers in and out quickly and yet finding it every time.
"So fucking wet for us," Danny mused at the slick sounds his hand was working up into the air as he moved. "All of this just to make him jealous, huh?"
"N-no," you breathed, "not just to make him jealous."
Danny liked that. You could tell by the way he growled in your ear and gripped your throat even tighter. If you had been human, your air supply would have been long gone. But as a vampire, you relished in it and willed his hand to form an even stronger hold on you.
Adele seemed to like it too, moaning loudly against your cunt and working up an even faster rhythm with her own hips.
“I th-think she needs us,” you choked out to Danny, still standing tall behind you.
At your words, he peered over your shoulder and glanced downward at his other half. And when he saw the state she was in, he gave her a ‘tsk’ with his tongue and shook his head.
“Poor thing,” he said in a low voice. It was almost evil the way his fingers never even slowed inside of you. “I think you’re right. But she's going to have to wait until you soak her face if she wants some relief.”
If Jake couldn't feel what was happening by now, you were certain he was with someone else, focused entirely on her. He would have had to have been preoccupied to miss the way you arched harder against Danny at his words, working your hand up into his curls just for something to grab onto while his fingers fucked in and out of you. He would have had to have been preoccupied to miss the way Adele moaned loudly between your legs, focusing now on flicking your clit over and over and over, like each flick might have been the one to light the match that would burn the whole house down. He would have had to be entirely on another planet to miss the way your body suddenly barreled toward your release at the hands of them both.
“That's it, sweetheart, give it to us,” Danny growled against your ear. “I want to feel you clench around my fingers when she makes you cum.”
“So…fucking close, don't-”
“She's so pretty humping the floor like that. I know you want to taste her too. Give in and she's all yours. We're all yours.”
It was the sound Adele made between your legs that undid you, like she herself had released there against the floor. You felt the snap inside your body and a wet release of your own between your legs as you soaked Danny's fingers and Adele's face.
It hit you hard, a loud noise clawing its way through your throat that Danny was still restricting with his hand. But his digits still worked you through it, guiding you gently through the waves as they crashed over you and waned to a mere lapping at your shoreline.
And as you came down, for once you thanked your lucky stars that you hadn't been interrupted in the middle of your much-needed orgasm.
When he felt certain you could stand on your own, Danny pulled his fingers from you and released your throat, using that binding hand to pull Adele by her long brown hair up to her feet in front of you. And when she met your eyes, you saw just how lust-filled and desperate she was.
She leaned into your ear opposite the one Danny had chosen, whispering against you as her fingers lingered on your body, tracing invisible lines like constellations on your skin.
“You taste like heaven.”
You swore it incited a blush to rise to your cheeks.
“What do you think?” Danny asked in your other ear. “Do you think she deserves us?”
You nodded fervently. Adele deserved the fucking world given what she had just done to you.
“Absolutely,” you breathed in a post-high haze.
“The only question is: who gets my cock first?”
“She should have it so she knows what she’s missing,” Adele smiled, trailing her knuckle down your cheek with a look in her eye that almost did you in again right there.
“Maybe I wanted to watch you take it.” Your voice was uneven but that didn't seem to matter. Adele's smile grew despite it.
“Maybe you could both share,” Danny suggested, the clear winner when you and Adele exchanged an eager glance between you.
But then you heard it: the interruption you'd been long expecting. The interruption you had even hoped for before clothing had been removed and hands had begun to wander.
“Didn’t realize we were sharing.” Jake stood in the doorway, never averting his eyes from the scene that lay before him.
And by the look on his face alone, you could tell he was fuming.
“Uh oh,” Adele whispered to herself with a smile before retreating from your body and throwing herself back onto her and Danny's bed.
Danny was kind enough to help you fix your clothes as he met Jake's eyes. God, he didn't even seem ashamed of himself.
“We were just about to invite you-” he started before Jake quickly cut him off.
“Save it.”
It was all he said before turning to leave. But before he went, his eyes sent you a very dangerous message, one that told you if you were to stay in that room and finish what you had started, there would be problems. And for some reason, it only served to make you suddenly angry.
“Go get him, tiger.” Danny slapped your ass hard before your feet could move to follow Jake out the door.
When your feet finally did catch up with your mind, decidedly certain that it was in your best interest to follow Jake, you could already hear Danny pouncing on Adele who giggled under his weight, both of them eager to continue on with what they'd only just begun.
You followed Jake's footsteps out to the greenhouse, reveling in what you had done as you went.
He crossed to the other side of the small glass house before turning sharply toward you, anger seeping into his features in a way you hadn’t quite seen before. It seemed to drag his skin down, sink in his eyes a bit farther. It made him look just as dangerous as he was.
"What the fuck was that?" he growled.
"That was me having fun that you interrupted,” you fired back.
It was easy to match his energy with your own anger which flowed freely and hot through your body like molten lava.
He stepped toward you with an accusatory finger, this time pointing at you the way you had him so many times before. “Are you seriously trying to make me jealous?”
“Why? Is it working?”
He took another step to close the space that separated you, speaking in a much quieter voice that hardly softened his anger.
“I’m not allowed to touch Adele but she gets to touch you? Tell me how that’s fair.”
Your eyes narrowed at him and you spoke through gritted teeth. “You touch everyone.”
You could see the visible tightening of his jaw as he clenched his teeth hard together, looking as though he were contemplating whether to tell you the truth or not. But after only a moment of silence, he relented.
“I touch them because it’s easier.”
“Easier than what?”
He gave you an annoyed shake of his head before finally exploding.
“Than feeling everything all at once! With sex I can tune everything else out and focus on just that. It’s easier for me.”
You studied him as you committed his words to memory. Easier. There was nothing easy about this, maybe because you hadn’t let him touch you as freely as he was used to. That seemed to be the implication and it suddenly made you wonder what he was tuning out by touching you. For you, there was no escape. His touch ignited within you desires you wished you could quell. You would become a slave to it before long. Maybe he was faring better.
“Is that why you touched me the other night?”
You saw the shift at your accusation, the staunch anger that suddenly melted from his face and wept its way into frustration.
“No, it isn’t,” he said flatly, thoroughly unamused and unwilling to even entertain such a notion.
But you weren't certain you were so convinced. The waters were already so muddy, you weren't sure what was real or not, what was a product of the soul tie and what wasn't, which pieces of his many words were the truth and which weren't. And the confusion you felt manifested itself in the narrowing of your eyes. But despite your otherwise silence, Jake shook his head again, an angry, exasperated smile taking shape on his lips as he chuckled darkly.
You were pushing him to the limits of his self-restraint, that much remained clear.
“What do I have to do to get you to trust me? I feel the way you feel about me; I know something is there. I just don’t know how to make you see that I’m not doing anything just for my benefit-”
“I don't believe you.” You couldn't even help it as it slipped out of your mouth, powerless to stop it and prevent him from hearing it.
He looked like he wanted to take a page from your book and leap at you now.
“No, of course you don't,” he said with a single raise of his eyebrow and a suddenly quiet tone that marked danger better than anything more violent. “You don't see any good in me or this situation. You're off with Sam rather than even trying-”
“Sam has nothing to do with this,” you stopped him quickly.
“Sam has everything to do with this!”
You couldn't even argue as you stood there, silently, trying to think of something to say, anything to say. But nothing seemed convincing.
Jake took another step forward and suddenly his eyes were pleading with you.
“I don't know what he told you about his little theories but even he doesn't really believe that shit. He just tells himself that stuff to cope.”
“Don't say that about him-” you whispered, a sound that was quickly cut off by Jake continuing on his path of destruction.
“It's the truth. And I love him, I don't want him to hurt, but he has his own baggage. He is hardly a voice of reason in all of this.”
“Just stop!” You screamed this time. You felt like that memory of Danny, huddled in the corner hearing things you didn't want to hear.
“You feel like no one tells you anything so I'm telling you this now. I mean, he left so angry last night-”
“What do you mean he left?”
You could feel the panic set in even before Jake explained. Had you lost yet another brother? Did it count as a loss if you had been the one to push him away, unbeknownst to you as it was? He hadn't even said goodbye.
“We got into an argument and he left.”
You felt almost dizzy as you thought about your days with Sam coming to an end. It started as a numbing in your fingertips and worked its way up through your body until it reached your eyes, fighting to see past the spin it had put in your field of vision.
“Left where?” you croaked.
“I don’t know,” Jake shook his head.
Your ears went almost silent except for a ringing sound that echoed loudly through the muffled quiet that was beginning to make you feel hot.
“For how long?”
Jake sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. “I don’t know.”
“Bullshit, you don’t know!” you suddenly screamed through the hazy noise ringing in your ears.
It snapped Jake back to you, back to his exhaustion.
“I would tell you if I did-” he made an attempt to promise, although if you had been paying attention, you would have seen what he now saw. You were gone.
“Why would he leave me?” you screamed at him in disbelief. “Where would he go?”
“He’s probably at the high council right now telling them what I did just to get back at me.”
“Don't say that! He would never do that!”
Your fight reached your hands finally and with both palms planted on his chest, you shoved him hard, working up your primal urge to inflict upon him immeasurable pain from both the outside in and the inside out. But it only sent him backward a few steps. You tried again, using all your force against him, and when that didn't work, you switched to beating your hands against his chest instead. But you could barely create more than a fizzle of energy. Barely a spark, only enough to give him a headache he could cure instantly. That was all you could conjure up.
Between dizzying tears that you hadn't even realized had wet your face and shakiness from your anger and exertion, you stared down at your hands in confusion.
“Wha-why can't I hurt you?”
“It's because we-”
“Shut up! Just shut up! Get out!”
He never got another word out before he left with a disheartened look on his face, abandoning you only because you had begged for him to.
And in his absence, with no one else to fight, you turned your anger on the plants and the strung golden stars and the lights that adorned the greenhouse, smashing and breaking what you could before falling into a heap of misery on the floor alongside the remnants of your rage.
And you thought of Sam beneath the ocean, this time swept away from you with the tides that were destined to keep you apart.
—
You sat amongst the rubble for god knows how long, your body slumped between two tables while you fiddled with a star that had been torn in half, straight down the middle.
You had watched the sun set around you, watched the lights bouncing off your skin and the glass around you dwindle down until only an amber glow remained. You felt weak. You felt tired. You felt drained. You didn't have much more fight left in you and now, you felt you didn't have many options left either.
Even so, you were surprised to see Jake appear before you again, braving the aftermath of what you had done, and what you had tried to do, to kneel in front of you.
“Oh great, you’re back,” you sniffled.
The tears had never actually stopped. Even hours later, there was still a constant stream wetting your face. Although now they came and fell silently.
“I came to make peace,” he said, taking the star from your fingers and running his thumb delicately along the torn edge.
It wasn't just the loss you felt. There was guilt there too. You felt it even stronger as you watched his fingers carefully curl around the broken star. You had destroyed everything Sam had ever given you and now the only memories that remained were broken ones.
You turned your face downward into your knees at the thought of what you had done in your anger, sobbing gently into the fabric of your pants.
“Can I touch you?” Jake asked in a quiet voice.
You answered with a nod and nothing more, one mostly obscured by the position of your face against your knees. But soon after, you felt his arms pull you into an embrace, wrapping around your body where you sat on the floor and drawing you in close to his chest. And if you hadn't been frustrated before, you certainly were now because that touch? Jake's touch? It soothed you instantly.
You knew your fate was becoming harder to resist but his touch now felt unlike anything you'd ever experienced. Now that you weren't fighting it so hard, you could feel it like puzzle pieces clicking together. His presence alone made you feel whole.
With his hands, he lifted your face from its place buried into his chest and wiped the tears from your eyes with the pads of his thumbs. The anger and frustration and exhaustion from earlier was nowhere to be found on his face. And neither was his usual smugness, for that matter. In its place you found only the warmth of his chocolate brown eyes and a delicate smile that teased up his features.
“I do have a surprise for you, if you're up for it.”
“Not another club outing, I hope,” you sniffed.
He gave you a soft laugh back. “No, not another club outing. Something a little closer to home.”
You sniffled again, in a tragic state really, and wiped at your eyes to dry them more thoroughly with the back of your hand.
“Do I have time to shower?”
“Yeah,” he smiled. “You can use mine.”
Jake had already laid out clothes for you when you emerged from a steamy shower, a simple tiered black dress that looked perfectly fit for a birthday party or something of the likes. It seemed almost too frilly for Jake's tastes alone, although it fit like a glove and flattered you well. Maybe Adele had had a hand in picking it out.
You opened the door to his bathroom to see him standing across the room wearing his worn black velvet vest again, this time with a heavy bundle of what you assumed was faux silver pendants on his bare chest, accentuating the smooth expanse of lightly tanned skin that sat beneath. But his expression looked nervous, that was, until he caught sight of you standing in the bathroom doorway.
He seemed to inhale almost silently and you noted there was no exhale that followed. You felt like a flattered schoolgirl, heart leaping in her chest at the evidence that her silly little crush liked her back.
“What’s the big surprise?” you asked from where you stood.
His gaze lingered on you a little longer before he registered what you had asked, straightening and bringing his eyes back up to yours.
“I invited your friends over for a party at the house.”
You weren't sure you’d heard him right.
“My friends don’t even live here.”
“Had them flown out. Danny and Adele should be back from the airport with them any minute now.”
You stood there staring at him, speechless as the lump in your throat grew.
God, you had shed more tears over the past month than you had maybe over the course of your entire life, even with the grief you had lived with. At least this was more than worthy of your tears.
“Why?” you asked, fighting to hold yourself together. You had just done your makeup, damn it.
“Well, now that you’re immortal, this will probably be one of the last times you can see them. They’ll age and change, but you’ll stay the same. It’s best to cut ties early before they start to question things but it’s important you’re able to say goodbye the right way.”
“How did you know about my friends?”
“Sam told me a while ago about the picture he’d unpacked from your things. I tracked them down not long after.”
The tears welled up in your eyes finally but Jake crossed to you quickly to dry them once more with his thumbs, careful not to ruin the makeup you had just applied.
“I can barely even feel you,” he whispered. “Are those happy tears or sad tears?”
“Both,” you laughed, an almost broken sound when mixed with your tears.
“Both,” he repeated almost silently, pressing his forehead to yours.
He brought his lips to your face but instead of pressing them to your own, he let them brush over the spot just under your eye where your tears had collected, one and then the other. And you gasped at the touch, as delicate as it was with his plump lips upon your skin and his hands holding your face so gently, like you were glass between his fingers and he worried he didn't know his own strength.
When his face fell, it brought his mouth mere centimeters from yours, his lips parted to match your own and the beating of your bodies suddenly in sync. And you would have closed the space if he had let you, but he spoke instead, letting out the breath he had been holding.
“Better not keep them waiting. Especially not with those two.”
He barely looked like he meant it. In fact, if the company was anyone else, you felt certain that he and you would be perfectly content to stay there, locked away from the rest of the world in favor of each other. But you had lost too much, and far too violently, to forgo the opportunity he had gone out of his way to give you. So instead of starting something you didn't have the time to finish, you gave him a silent nod, and he led you hand-in-hand into the house.
—
Seeing your friends again undeniably brought up feelings from the past that you had thought were long forgotten. And seeing people from your past, people you'd never be able to see again, brought up feelings you hadn't yet faced. But Jake stood at your side through the entirety of it, shaking hands and introducing himself, making jokes, mixing drinks, and not a flirtation in sight.
Danny and Adele were on their best behavior, too. Although, the girls you had surrounded yourself with in your college and young adult years certainly enjoyed watching their less-than-appropriate antics with one another.
Your only regret was that Josh wasn't there to meet them. Or Sam, for that matter. But you did your best not to think of them, where they were and what they were doing at that very moment. They had made their choices to leave and Jake? Well, Jake had stayed. He had stayed with you through it all. And this was no exception.
It was a night you'd relish. One you would take with you until the very end of your long eternity. And one day in the not so distant future when you had the emotional capacity to dwell on it, you'd cry hard, icy tears over the friends you'd never see again. But for now, the warmth of new memories thawed your ever-hardening heart.
They hadn't stayed nearly long enough for your own liking. It was too short a trip to really explain to them how thankful you had been for their friendship before Danny and Adele made the journey with them back to their hotel near the airport, better suited than you to be around so many beating hearts.
So instead, you stayed behind with Jake, meeting him out by his house in the cover of darkness after goodbyes had been waved.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” you said softly as you came to a halt in front of where Jake stood leaning against the side of his cottage, a bottle of Jack Daniels nestled between his fingers like it was part of the outfit.
He shook his head as he fiddled with the glass bottle in his hands, not meeting your eyes.
“You don’t need to thank me. It was the least I could do after the way I’ve treated you.”
“It’s fine-” you began but Jake refused to let you finish the sentence.
“No, it isn’t,” he corrected you. And deep down, you knew he was right. None of this was fine, least of all your treatment of each other. But it didn't stop with him. It went both ways. You had your own things to be ashamed of when it came to what you had been putting him through since you turned.
“I know it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that I’m bad at this,” he continued. “I’ve been alone since…”
“Since the evil one?” you finished the sentence for him.
He nodded and snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, since her.” But then his voice went more serious. “Sort of swore off commitment. And monogamy.”
You nodded back. It wasn't hard to understand on his part. He hadn't ever really seemed like the type. At least he had always been honest about that.
“I guess that’s understandable, given what you can do.”
He chewed his lip and nodded again, like he was agreeing with you. But his nod suddenly turned into a frustrated movement as he struggled to find the words. Or struggled to say them.
“The point is, I knew I had feelings for you before I ever even turned you. I never would have acted on them, for Josh’s sake, but they were there. And then I turned you and I ruined your life and I don’t know how to live with it.”
You swore his eyes were glassy, nothing but his stubbornness and the liquor in his hand to hold back the tears that sat waiting right behind his eyes. It stunned you into silence.
“I hide behind it, I know you see that,” he continued, finally meeting your eyes. “I hide behind my gifts, I hide behind sex, and I was using your jealousy to hide behind the fact that I know you didn’t want any of this. The fact that it was me that got you killed, me that stole you from Josh, and me now that is once again putting Sam through misery.”
You wanted to ask him what he meant by that but for your own sake, you moved past it. Instead, you sighed deeply, pressing your lips together as you thought.
All of the things he had done that had led you to this point. You had thought they'd all been done for his own entertainment. And you were embarrassed to admit that no, you had not, in fact, seen that it was a front. You'd been so caught up in how this all impacted you that you hadn't even stopped to consider what it meant for Jake to steal his own brother's girlfriend. What it meant for him that he now couldn't live without her. You hadn't considered that he might have blamed himself. Sam was the self-torturous one, not Jake. Not given the caricature you'd created of him in your mind. And suddenly, you wished you could take back every fight, every accusation, every vengeful action you had committed against him. Because the truth was, as hard as it was to admit, he hadn't deserved any of them.
The tie was not a thing he had created. It was a thing that had happened to him, just the same as it had happened to you.
You exhaled a heavy breath, your shoulders sinking down as you moved to lean against the wall next to him.
“As much as I would love to blame you, none of this is actually your fault.”
He passed you the bottle of liquor like an olive branch being extended to you. You took a long drag of the dark liquid, downing a gulp like you enjoyed the fiery taste before passing it back to him.
He corked it down by his waist and let it slump against the wall alongside him. And when he finally spoke again, he wound his eyes shut tightly, like he didn't want to face what he was saying.
“Josh was never going to turn you. After Danny couldn’t see past it, time and time again, Sam convinced him not to turn you. Not to mess up what you had. And then I went and fucked everything up.”
It might have hurt worse if the pain had still been so fresh. You might have waged another war against him had you known. But truthfully, there was nothing to be mad about. You never would have had your tie with Josh under any circumstances. And you knew what that meant. You were never really his. You could face that now.
“Did you really not see the truck coming that night?” you asked him quietly, face turned to the side so you could study him, even if he tried to hide from you.
But he didn't hide. He met your stare head on.
“I really didn’t. I was so enraptured by you. You were the only thing I could feel. And it has been that way every single moment since.”
You were quick to tears; you knew that now. You wished you could blame Jake for it but the truth was, that was just your new normal. You never went untouched by anything anymore. Everything left a mark. But the marks Jake was leaving weren't all bad. And this one that he was leaving now didn't anger you at all, not in the slightest.
You wiped at your tears with an unsteady hand, chuckling as you spoke. “You’ve gotta stop making me cry.”
“Happy tears or sad tears?” he asked with a deadly serious look on his face.
You sniffled back the brunt of them, meeting his eyes deliberately.
“Happy tears.”
A light smile finally crossed his lips.
“Those I’ll take,” he answered softly.
It was you that leaned in this time, meeting him where he stood to press your lips against his after the distance between you became unbearable. And he met you with hesitation only for a mere moment before he melded into you, dropping his liquor bottle into the grass to bring his hands to either side of your face.
He connected to you like a long-lost lover, finally finding his way back into your arms. And you accepted him. Welcomed him, even, like that space had been created for him and only him.
When you pulled back, his mouth chased yours but you stilled him with a single finger pressed to his lips.
You took a step away from the wall, turning and outstretched your hand to him without a single word. And you expected to see some hesitation in his body as he watched you, searching the air for your feelings to confirm to him how exactly you were feeling before he did the wrong thing. So you were surprised when he took your hand silently, not so much as a pause between when you outstretched your own and when you felt his fingers wind their way through yours, solving the maze.
With his hand in yours, you walked around the house, leading him through the french doors at the back and into the golden light of the one singular room in the house.
Your intent was clear when you walked backward to the edge of his bed, his fingers still woven through yours. You could feel the need radiating from the depth of your being. But it wasn't unadulterated lust. It was a need that went much deeper. One that permeated your soul. You needed to be with him. You needed to feel whole.
He took a singular step forward to meet you and that was where the hesitance began to show on his face.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, looking suddenly unsure if he should touch you.
“What, you can't feel it?” you asked softly, pulling him by the hand into you.
“Struggling to…” His voice trailed off at the feeling of your lips on his neck, working their way over the sensitive veins lying shallowly beneath the skin.
His body sang for you as you went, reacting to every touch, every movement, every glide of your lips against his skin. You could feel him shudder when you nipped down his chest, feel the breath he inhaled hitch in his throat when the tip of your nose grazed over his nipple after your tongue led the way. You could feel him tense and still himself when your hands moved over their own paths, admiring his thighs and as much of his exposed chest as they could.
It wasn't just passion or lust, not the way your lips and hands moved over him nor the way his body moved in response. It was a meeting of souls, a connection that made you feel complete in a way that you hadn't since you had turned.
He groaned against your mouth when you brought your lips back to his, like a starving man met with his first and last meal. It turned your movements almost frantic, feeling the rumble vibrate through your own body. You needed him. You couldn't go another second without him.
He seemed to remember himself when your fingers began to work down the buttons of his vest, his own encircling your body to glide the zipper of your dress down its long path along your back, freeing the teeth one by one as he dragged it down slowly. Too slow for your liking.
When the material finally hung loose around your shoulders and torso, he parted with you to let the dress fall into a crumpled pile at the foot of his bed. And then his hands took the material's place, roaming over freshly exposed skin like he was mapping out the earth.
The temperature of his hands matched the ice of your own skin but the more they moved, the more they heated your body from the inside out. They were delicate against you, holding you with a care you didn't know he was capable of. And his touch that had always been so certain and calculated now had a sense of responsibility to it, like it was his duty not to break you or let you fall.
He moved you onto the bed, pushing you backward gently as his body blanketed you. His own movements, slow as they had been, began to quicken in pace as he let his tongue taste every inch of your skin, working down between your breasts and over your abdomen, across the expanse of your stomach and down past your navel. You knew where he was headed. You knew what he wanted to taste. And as much as you wanted him to taste it, you needed much more, much more urgently.
“I can't wait, Jake,” you said as you stopped him with your hands on his shoulders. “I want all of you, your fingers, your mouth, everything, but right now I just need you. I can't wait any longer.”
He gave you nothing more than a quick nod, silent and fervent. One that showcased just how much he needed to feel you wrapped around him as well.
He let you stand and push him back onto the bed, into a sitting position so you could climb over him and straddle his thighs with your own. It must have been new for him, letting someone else take charge for once. He was always the one making the moves, always the one commanding the situation. But now he had relinquished some of that control. He was putting himself in your hands, giving you the freedom to do whatever it was you would, and his body under yours seemed to pray to you that you'd have mercy on him and put him out of his aching misery sooner rather than later.
Your hands worked into his hair to pull gently at the roots, angling his face toward you better to deepen the kiss as you pressed every inch of your skin to his that you could. And the moan it earned from the vampire beneath you was like music to your fucking ears, a sound that held all of his usual raspiness but mixed deliciously with the desperation flooding his body.
His hands were quick to remove the vest and shirt that separated your chest, coming around your back to connect at the strap still securing your bra soon after. He made fast work of the garment, discarding it onto the floor to be forgotten like your dress and any other material that stood to keep you from him.
Finally, his hands dropped to his belt that sat snugly between your bodies. He worked it off in one fluid motion despite the way you clung to him and the space you wouldn't allow him to make between you. But when it came to his pants, you were much more eager to aid him in removing those, pulling yourself away with a deep exhale to fiddle with buttons and zippers and encourage a wiggle of hips until finally, there was nothing separating either of you.
You'd seen each other naked before but the allure of it paled when compared to the way it felt to now have nothing but him pressed against nothing but you. Like puzzle pieces that had not chosen their own design nor the shape of their edges marveling at the way they fit together.
Reaching between your bodies fighting to intertwine, you took his length in your hand, earning a groan from Jake at the touch, almost like a sigh of relief. It practically paused his every movement as the contact did well to short-circuit the wires in his brain. It practically fried your own synapses, taking his weight in your hand and running your thumb along the leaking tip. You could have wept along with it with that same need you felt permeate your entire body.
You lined him up with your entrance quickly, growing tired of the fact that he wasn't inside of you already. And in one swift motion, you sank down onto his length and it was like seeing the world for the first time. Like feeling the world for the first time.
You were no stranger to sex. No stranger to sex as a vampire, either. But nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of Jake stretching you out with his cock and nudging the very deepest parts of you. It was indescribable, the feeling of euphoria that electrified every individual cell within your body. It wasn't his gifts, either. There was no chemical reaction manufactured by his brain responsible for the sensation that practically collapsed your lungs in on themselves and sharpened a collective moan to pierce the air. There was only his body meeting yours like he was made to take up that space. There was only him.
When you turned your gaze down toward him, your bottom lip sucked in between your teeth, he looked just as far gone as you felt. His brows were crossed in a deep furrow and his lips parted as he panted like he had just run a marathon. And the most graceful sentiment he was capable of in that moment where words all but failed him was a simple curse.
“Holy shit.”
You watched his adam's apple bob along his throat as he swallowed hard, no doubt working himself up to last longer than his body suddenly wanted to.
“I might have done this sooner if I had known what I was missing,” you breathed back in response.
It earned a laugh from him, the sound of which wrapped snugly around your heart and warmed you from the inside. And suddenly you understood Danny and Adele much better. You understood why they never separated, why they seemingly flaunted their love in front of Sam or really anyone who happened to be around. You would do anything to protect that sound of laughter and the boy who created it. You couldn't even imagine a single moment feeling empty of him. You needed him by your side. You needed to hear that laugh to stay sane.
You moved again, a gentle raise and lowering of your hips that drew another moan out of you both as you squeezed hard around his length on the long journey down.
“Fuck, I need more, baby, please,” he pleaded with desperate eyes and pouting lips.
Another movement of your hips and his hands flew to your body, gripping onto you like his life depended on it despite the fact that you had barely done anything at all. You almost didn't even need to. It was euphoric just feeling him there, inside of you, completing you.
“Fuck,” he moaned again in a rasp as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, seeking more skin to sooth him as he climbed high.
When you moved again to finally develop a rhythm, he pulled back to look at your face. He looked like he was fighting back his own release already, face red and sweaty, veins tensed beneath his skin, eyes lidded and heavy.
“Even after the centuries I've been alive-” he spoke through broken sentences as he struggled to keep his mind together, “even after all that time, all that p-practice, I could never create anything that feels the way you do.”
He shook his head, his tongue darting out to wet his lips when you angled your hips and came down on his cock harder than you had before, repeating the action to watch his head roll back. You almost feared he had left his physical body behind and become one with the stars.
You pulled his face back to you with your hands as you continued to fuck yourself along his length, grinding down hard every time you reached the base and your thighs met his with a slapping sound that echoed through his home. And you recited your dream to him, the earliest one you had had that he had ventured into.
“You have me. Do you feel that? I'm coursing through your veins.”
He groaned at your words and the way they paired so sweetly with your squeeze around his cock like you owned him.
“You're all I feel,” he growled suddenly, wrapping one arm around your waist to lift you off of him and press your back into the mattress behind you.
With the new position, he maneuvered on top of you and thrusted his hips once, filling you again as you yelped his name.
“You're all I think about,” he spoke through gritted teeth, angling his hips and watching your face closely as he began to fuck you like he meant it.
“You're all I see,” he said again, lifting your knee high along his torso as his pace quickened and his nose ran along your skin, keeping his face close because the air without your touch felt far too cold for him to face.
His hand found your chin and he wrapped his fingers underneath it to hold your face, keeping your gaze locked onto him.
“You're all I hear,” he growled. “You're all I taste.”
Suddenly his face was gone from your view but not seconds later you felt his fangs sink into the artery running along your neck, sending your body reeling into an orgasm head first as he drew your blood from your body.
It felt so good your toes curled, your fingers twitched, your words failed you. And it lingered. It wasn't like any orgasm you'd had before. It wasn't a quick wave that passed over you on its way to the shore. It was a crashing of two souls together, igniting when they found each other. It was an awakening and his name fell from your lips like a chant. Like a prayer to your savior.
He pulled his fangs from your neck in time to bury his own face into your sweating skin.
“You're all I know,” he growled finally into your jaw when he released inside of you, fucking you both through your orgasms diligently.
It was better than his gifts, somehow. It was a euphoria you had never known. And he was there alongside you, reciting your name in your ear and moving his hips like he was unwilling to stop, unwilling to let it end.
But it did, as all things did. His hips slowed and an exhaustive state took over, even for two bodies that could hardly tire. But when he did finally come to a halt, he didn't pull himself from you, only took your face in his hands again.
A sweet smile crossed his lips, looking a bit loopy and fucked-out. He remained silent as he stared at you, almost to the point of shyness on your end.
“We should just stay here and never move,” he said finally.
It brought a smile to your face.
“I think we can manage that.”
But the post-sex high that still mingled in the air and intoxicated you both was short lived. You stayed that way for too short a time, reveling in each other and making your homes there, before Danny was pushing his way through the doors, not even bothering to shield his eyes.
And he looked frantic.
“I'm sorry,” he breathed, ignoring the evident state of undress before him, “you two need to get dressed. A representative for the council is here.”
Even if you hadn't seen the grave look on his face, you would have known to be worried. You could feel that same gravity in Jake's body, still connected to yours and now rigid with nerves. Jake looked like he was asking a silent question to Danny and your eyes flickered between them, hoping one of them would speak the conversation aloud for your sake.
“I’m sorry,” Danny repeated after a moment. His shoulders caved with disappointment, like he was internally scolding himself under Jake's own accusatory eyes. “I didn’t see them coming. They must have decided recently.”
“Is it Marcus?” Jake asked.
Danny gave a nod paired with quiet confirmation, although what it meant to Jake, you weren't sure. You didn't know much about the council, hadn't even heard any names uttered until now. You had no idea what to expect when you walked into the house.
Danny was gone just as quickly as he had appeared, leaving you alone with Jake who practically jumped up from the bed.
“I have questions,” you began as he threw you a clean shirt of his and rummaged around for his own.
“I know you do, baby. I'll do my best to answer them just…not now.”
There was something in his demeanor that told you you shouldn't press. It wasn't like his usual cockiness that urged you to argue with him, practically begged for it. You'd never seen him so shaken. So you chose silence rather than pestering for once, silently dressing while you studied him as well as you could.
His movements had an air of frenzy to them, like his body was vibrating a little too fast to move with the fluidity and precision it usually did. And despite the fact that he tried to keep his face stoic and flat, you could see the concern creasing his brow and deepening the lines in the outer corners of his eyes. And when he was finally dressed and his hair fixed and his faux silver necklaces slung around his neck, he came back to you.
“Just don't say anything, okay? Let me do all of the talking.”
You nodded and he nodded back, seemingly to steady his own nerves. But before he moved another inch, he took your face in his hands and pressed his forehead to yours.
His fingers curled around to the back of your neck, sweeping up into your hair from the nape and sending a shiver down your spine as they went. You felt it much more freely now with Sam gone, that draw that had existed since long before you were even turned. But now, with danger at the helm of your path, you were choking on worry. It strangled you, took hold of your throat and wouldn't let go. You had already lost two brothers. You couldn't bear to lose a third. Not him.
With a quick kiss to your lips, one that would linger there for hours, that your fingertips would seek to soothe you, he led you through his home with his fingers laced through yours.
Danny and Adele were standing just inside the main house in the grand living room that seldom got any use. It was a large room off the dining room, one wall entirely made of glass for two stories to give an unblemished view of the forest that lay beyond it. A giant fireplace sat on the opposite wall, one that went unlit year round. Deep mahogany covered almost every other surface, save for a few chairs upholstered in a burnt orange velvet. Like the furniture of royalty with taste. It matched the man you presumed to be Marcus standing at the center of it all.
He was tall, taller than Adele or her partner, with broad shoulders and sunken features. He looked to be not much older than you all but there was something ancient in the way he held himself. And the way he dressed. From head to toe, he was clad in a softly worn velvet, like the seats that laid about the room, but this one a faded black in color. Thrown over his shoulders was a large cloak of the material, hiding a simple yet expensive dark suit beneath. But it was what held the cloak together that caught your eye: a large silver pendant that seemed to have spokes reaching out from the sides, almost like stars connected by an ovular shape in the middle with light-catching red gems arranged in a neat pattern at the center of the piece. He wore it like a sigil, the power it might have held undoubtedly his own. And given the presence he cast about the room, one that immediately set your teeth on edge, you couldn't help but wonder if the piece was made of actual silver.
“Ah, just the couple Cassius is hoping to meet.” When Marcus spoke, you could hear the many lives he had lived in his voice.
He sounded like a thing of the past, his tone smooth and slow in a way that coaxed a clammy sweat in your palms. And his eyes, bright red and piercing like the rubies he wore, were held open wide. Nothing about him looked human or sounded human or moved in any way a human might.
You felt Jake's hand raise to your lower back, his fingers flexing against you to try and calm the fear he must have felt radiating off of you.
“My dear, this is Marcus,” he began the introduction. “Marcus, this is-”
“Oh we know who she is.” Marcus punctuated it with an eerie smile, although it was his use of the term ‘we’ that you fixated on the most.
His eyes trained themselves on you, taking a long and shameless moment to rake up and down your body, taking you in fully. And when his eyes reached yours once more, his smile widened.
“My apologies for the surprise visit. Cassius asked that I use…non-traditional methods of transportation to arrive faster.”
He looked at Danny when he said it, like it was done simply so the curly-haired boy couldn’t see his arrival. And once again, Jake stiffened at your side.
“You should each pack bags,” he began again. “Cassius is eager to meet you.”
Jake gave him a single nod, glancing over at you quickly with a flash of fear behind his eyes. And just barely under his breath you could hear him mumble out a curse.
“Shit.”
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Taking care of my dragon | Daemon Targaryen x Reader
Summary: After getting his pride hurt at the tourney, Daemon needs help to calm down and unwind
Word count:
Warning: pure softness and intimacy (no smut)
Request: You are amazing♥️ You bring me a sense of comfort that I haven’t felt in a really long time and Daemon please🙏🙏🙏
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You winced as you watched Daemon's back slide along the tilt rail, his armor screeching and hurting your ears, and got knocked down and unhorsed as he reached its end. One of the squires came to help him up, but Daemon and his pride shoved him off.
This joust was off to a bad start…
On the opposite end, Criston Cole got down his horse, both men wishing to continue in a contest of arms.
The duel was difficult to watch, but you couldn’t look away, worried for your man. Cole was relentless on Daemon; they weren't jousting anymore, the fight had gotten personal. One wanted to win to bring honor to his house by defeating Daemon Targaryen, and the other was a sore loser and letting his anger out on Cole, swinging Dark Sister and kicking him until he was down.
The crowd cheeked for Daemon, who relished all the acclamations all while having his back turn on Cole. That turned out to be a huge mistake because Cole stood up and hit Daemon with his flail square in the back, sending him to the ground.
Your heart leaped and stopped for a fraction of a second, shocked at Cole's brutality. You turned to the princess, expecting to see her shocked face, but Rhaenyra seemed enamored by the young knight. He even came and asked for her favor, which could have been sweet had he not done all that spectacle to get her attention.
The tourney continued, other knights coming and jousting in the list. You tried concentrating on the duels, but Daemon remained on your mind. You thought to go see him, to bring him a little comfort after his defeat, but he had his pride hurt big time and assumed he wanted to be alone.
‘’My lady?’’ One of the handmaids appeared at your side, quietly speaking. ‘’It’s Prince Daemon, he…please come.’’
You followed the handmaid up to your and Daemon’s chambers as she informed you of Daemon's little outburst following his embarrassing defeat against Cole. According to her, he had been kicking and throwing things, behaving like a child and making a tantrum. One of the guards tried to control him, but Daemon pulled a dagger at him and that’s when someone suggested to get you.
If anyone could get the prince to calm down, it was his lady wife.
The bedchamber was in shambles and surprisingly quiet when you arrived. Daemon's dragon helmet was on the floor next to a broken vase – he must have chucked it in his fit of rage –, his breastplate, gauntlets and else were scattered around the room.
Your handmaiden, Alyse, emerged from behind the sheer curtain of the bathing area, seeming relieved to see you. ‘’Prince Daemon is currently soaking in the bath I have readied for him. I will bring in towels and wine for him.’’
You nodded. ‘’Very well. Thank you, Alyse.’’
‘’Does the lady require anything else?’’ she asked before leaving the room.
‘’No, that will be all. Leave the towels and wine on the table.’’ You smiled politely at the handmaiden who nodded and left. ‘’Leave us. Everyone.’’
The guards and other handmaids vacated the chambers, closing the door behind.
You crossed the room and pulled the curtain. In the middle of the bathing chamber, Daemon was immersed up to his armpits and steam was coming from the large steel wash basin, scalding hot just the way he liked it. The bottom of his hair was wet from dipping in the water, and the usual soft silver mane all tangled and dirty from the tourney. His under-clothes were left in a puddle by the bath and he was grumbling in High Valyrian.
‘’Husband,’’ you said, stepping in.
‘’This usurper cunt of a knight humiliated me in my city!’’
‘’A bruise to the ego won’t kill you, my love.’’
‘’Besides, I doubt you yielded. I’m sure you could have taken the man down with your dagger. It’s small, but you could have taken his eye out easily – but you didn’t.’’
Daemon cocked an eyebrow. ‘’His eye?’’ he repeated, not expecting that kind of brutality from his wife.
You hummed. ‘’Go for the throat if not harmed, and for the eyes if harmed. Your opponent’s chances are down if he is blinded.’’
‘’You’d be great at joust, my love.’’
‘’I’d rather be a spectator.’’
You walked over to the wash basin and sat on its edge. Automatically, Daemon let his head fall against your thigh, his defeat still heavy on his ego. You cradled the back of his head the way you would a small kitten and began undoing the braids from his hair.
‘’Would you like me to put some lavender oil? It’s has anti-inflammatory and analgesic properties, it should relieve your muscles after all that jousting.’’
Without waiting for his answer, you fetched it from the cabinet and poured a few drops of lavender oil in the scalding hot bath, then moved a hand through the water surrounding him to mix the oil to the water.
‘’It also had calming properties…for your temper,’’ you added with a glint of teasing.
Daemon chuckled, knowing how he can be. ‘’It’s Cole’s fault for waking the dragon.’’
You heard the chamber door open and close – Alysa bringing in the wine and towels – but paid it no mind. Her respect for privacy was the reason why you had personally requested her as your handmaiden.
You sat back on the edge of the wash basin and grabbed the sponge, plunging it in the water before running it over Daemon’s chest, watching the water dribble over his sculpted pecs. ‘’It doesn’t happen when I wake the dragon.’’
‘’That’s because you’ve tamed it and made it yours.’’ He flicked his violet eyes on you, a wash of desire in them.
A smile curled on your lips, running the sponge over his chest again. ‘’Would my dragon like to have his hair washed?’’
There's something so intimate about bathing with your lover. Washing each other, or just sitting in the warm water and relaxing. It's a bonding experiment, a moment of tenderness between a husband and his wife, an easy way to strengthen your relationship.
And it helps unwind after a long day.
The question was left pending, but you reached for the wooden comb and pitcher anyway. You combed out all of the knots and tangles with the comb, then filled the pitcher with warm water. You slid your hand up to Daemon’s forehead and made him tip his head back, pouring water at his hairline slowly, watching as it cascaded down his back and into the bath water.
‘’You’re so good to me,’’ Daemon purred, leaning into your delicate touch as you meticulously massaged his scalp through the sods of the soap. ‘’You bring me a sense of comfort that I haven’t felt in a really long time.’’
His words touched your heart, their softness showing a layer of Daemon only you knew of. This layer was hidden beneath layers and layers of arrogance, impulsiveness and…well, fire.
You filled the pitcher with water again, and rinsed and repeated until all the sods were out.
‘’All done.’’ You put down the pitcher and pressed a tender kiss to the back of his left shoulder.
Daemon let out a long, drawn out groan.
‘’Did I hurt you?’’
‘’No,’’ he immediately said, rolling his shoulders and furrowing his eyebrows. ‘’My shoulders are a little stiff. It’s all.’’
You took hold of one of Daemon’s tender shoulders and squeezed gently. He groaned again. ‘’You're all tense, my love.’’ You poured some lavender oil in your palms and slid your hands firmly across his shoulders and down his upper back, feeling the tension and knots under your palms. ‘’Does that feel good?’’
A soft moan escaped his lips.
The water must be getting lukewarm and unpleasant – he’s been bathing for a moment –, but Daemon didn’t seem to mind.
Ever so gently, you began making small circles with your thumbs, working your way from the middle of his neck down. You gradually made your way to his shoulders, your hands working their way across his back, fingers moving over the contours of his muscles until they were putty under your palms.
‘’Mmh, you've got the delicatest hands, my darling wife.’’ His eyes were closed and face smooth with contentment.
You paused your massage to loosely snake your arms around your husband’s shoulders and kissed his cheekbone. ‘’Only for you.’’
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red strings of fate ~ iii
the two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. this magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break
word count: 2.9k
paul lahote x imprint!reader
content warnings: very smutty
part one. part two.
Paul kisses me back like a man starved.
I shift my body as our lips remain locked so I am hovering over him, my hair, still damp, forms a curtain around my face and blocks out the glow of light that I can still sense through closed eyes. His hands slide down my body to rest on my hips, and I feel his large hands pressing against my bones as he pulls me over his body, so I am straddling him.
His lips are surprisingly soft for someone who always looks so harsh and angry, I run my fingers up his neck without stopping to draw breath. His jaw his sharp under my fingertips. He lets out a low moan as I inadvertently roll my hips into him and I freeze, the noise seems to remind me of the reality of what we are doing, of what we might be about to do.
“You okay?” he asks breathily as I draw back a few inches from his face.
I nod and move to reconnect our lips, but he grips my hips tighter and rolls us over, so now he is on top of me. He doesn’t rest his full body weight on me, which I am grateful for because I know his defined muscle mass must put him at least 200 pounds. He kisses me again, this time with more force and desperation, and his hands begin to roam over my body, eventually resting on the waist band of my pyjamas.
My breath hitches in my throat and he pulls back his lips again, I almost protest but he beats me to it.
“Is this okay?” he asks, “we don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to.”
“No,” I say desperately, “I want to.”
His fingers trace along the waistband, tickling the skin of my lower abdomen and sending tingles down my body.
“Have you done this before?” he asks.
I nod, thinking back to the few other times I had been in this position with a boy. With their unskilled and clumsy hands trailing my body, grabbing, and squeezing at their favourite parts. My face must reflect my distain for my prior sexual experiences because he smirks down at me.
“Did you like it?” he whispers in my ear, and I shiver.
“Not really,” I answer honestly, because what’s the point of lying, “they never made me feel anything, or if they did it was just uncomfortable.”
I reflect on their sharp and uncoordinated thrusts, their impatience when their blind fingers of tongues were taking too long to make me finish, when they eventually got bored and moved on to fulfilling their own pleasure.
His lips brush my neck, then my jaw, and finally rest at my ear as he speaks again in a low whisper, “do I make you feel something?”
I unconsciously clench my thighs together, “yes,” I say through gritted teeth.
He grins cheekily at me, and I would scowl at how pleased he looks with himself if I wasn’t so desperate for him to continue, I don’t want him to stop now.
“Well, this is only the beginning.”
His lips attach themselves to my neck, kissing just under my left ear and he gently begins to trail kisses along my neck, resting at a spot near my collarbone as his actions elicit a desperate and breathy moan from me. He continues like this for a few painfully slow moments, kissing at my neck and tickling along the waistband of my pyjamas until I buck my hips, wanting, needing, more from him.
I can feel him smile against my neck and I want to let out a snarky comment, but he has submitted to my wordless command and his hand has moved down into my pyjamas. His fingers still move painfully slow, teasing me as they creep lower and lower, and closer to the area where I need them most.
I can’t suppress the moan that slips from my lips when he pushes two skilled fingers inside of me. He goes slow at first, moving in and out, curling upwards, he responds well to my moans, silently figuring out which movements bring me the most pleasure. All whilst skilfully kissing and sucking at the skin on my neck, I secretly hope that they leave a mark.
With two fingers still buried inside of me, his thumb moves up to slowly circle my clit, and my hips buck upwards again. I moan loudly, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care that Paul is hearing the embarrassing sounds that fall from lips as he continues to work me with his fingers.
“Do you like that?” he whispers in my ear.
“Yes,” I gasp, “please don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan on it, darling.”
I almost want him to detach his lips from my neck and move them further down to replace his thumb, but I am enjoying the closeness of our bodies as his expert fingers continue to bring me relentless pleasure. I’m not used to this kind of intimacy, other boys have never cared about make me feel good too, and they usually never allow us to stay in this close position for too long, with our chests just centimetres apart. Most boys seem to prefer fucking me from behind, and I almost never object because it’s easier if I can’t see their faces.
But I want to see Paul’s, I want to see his golden-flecked eyes and soft lips. So, I use one of the hands that had been gripping his muscular bicep to pull his face away from my neck and up so his face is hovering an inch from mine. His lips are pinker than usual, and I look into his eyes as he thrust a finger particularly deep into me, he smirks, and I kiss him again, so I don’t have to see his smug face.
He's moving faster now, as I have adjusted to his long fingers and grown more and more aroused. I’m close now, I can feel it growing in the pit of my stomach, my breaths are shallow and fast as I grip his soft, dark hair in my hand and tug on it lightly. He groans slightly at this and now it’s my turn to grin smugly.
“Do you like that?” I ask, mocking his earlier question.
He is sincere when he answers me, “I like it any time you touch me.”
His fingers are faster than ever now, and I moan embarrassingly loudly and desperately, but I no longer have the capacity to care as the pleasure he is bringing me is overwhelming. It feels strange to come undone from someone else’s fingers, no other boy has ever been able to make me finish, but Paul does. I come around his fingers, my legs clenching, I try to screw my eyes shut but Paul protests.
“No, keep them open,” he commands, “I want to see your eyes.”
Of course, I comply. How am I going to object to the man who is giving me this amazing orgasm? I look into his eyes, and he stares back at me, hungrily. When the final waves of pleasure begin to subside, I relax my body, and he acknowledges this cue by withdrawing his fingers from my body and licking them clean, without ever breaking eye contact. I blush scarlet.
We are both breathlessly silent for a few moments, he moves his body, so he is lying on his side next to me, and he uses a strong arm to hook me in and press me against his chest. I snake my arms around him, and he squeezes me gently, then presses a soft kiss against my forehead. I am beginning to regain my breath again and I choose to speak first.
“Thank you,” I mumble, “that was…that was good.”
I can’t see the smirk I know must be creeping over his face, “what? Never had an orgasm before?”
“Obviously I have,” I snap, “just never from someone else…”
“Ah, flying solo. That’s hot,” he chuckles.
I punch him playfully on the shoulder.
“What about you?” I whisper.
“What about me?” he asks, dumbly.
I look at him and roll my eyes, “you just finger-fucked me to an orgasm, don’t you want something in return?”
He shakes his head and I feel like I’ve made a mistake. Maybe he doesn’t want me in that way, he must see the doubt an uncertainty creeping across my face because he speaks quickly.
“I-I just mean that I don’t expect anything from you, you don’t need to feel obligated to do anything you don’t want to,” he is uncharacteristically flustered, but then regains his cocky demeanour as he adds, “just because I gave you a mind-blowing orgasm.”
“I don’t feel obligated,” I answer honestly, “I want to.”
“Okay then,” he swallows, “go ahead.”
I straddle him again and grab a hair-tie from the bedside table and sweep my half-wet hair up into a messy bun, I don’t need it getting in the way now. I kiss him slowly and mimic his earlier teasing by gently kissing down his neck. He doesn’t moan like I did, but his breathing grows ragged so I know I must be doing something right.
I begin to tug at the bottom of his t-shirt, and he understands what I want as he pulls it over his head, revealing his toned, muscular chest. His flat muscles ripple slightly, and I am almost sure he is flexing them, not that he needs it. His body is impressive enough when he is relaxed.
“Like what you see?” he smirks.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
I don’t answer, I just crash my lips against his again. I can feel how hard he already is under my body, and I grind my hips against him again, this elicits the deep, throaty moan I was looking for. I lift my hips up from his slightly, just enough to slip one of my hands under my body so I can palm him through his sweatpants. I waver slightly with only one hand pressed into my mattress to support myself and Paul’s hands grip my hips to keep me upright. He groans against my lips as I press harder into his erection.
“Please,” he whines, “do something.”
“I am doing something,” I tease.
“Well do something more,” he growls.
Teasing him is fun, but I know I will need to give him some more action if I want to hear more of his moans and grunts. I kiss down his neck again, but this time I don’t stop at his collarbone, I continue down his flat, hard ab muscles till I reach the waistband of his sweatpants. He helps me remove them, and his boxers, pulling them to his ankles and when my eyes flicker back up I see his erection right above my face. Like everything else about him, it’s big and I swallow hard, wondering how that would ever fit inside me when even his fingers left me feeling full to the brim.
He is propped up on his elbows as he looks down at me, desperation clear across his face.
I spit onto my hand and begin to slowly run it up and down his length, he throws his head back against my pillows and I apply extra pressure to the tip. Just like he did, I move slowly at first but begin to increase my speed as he responds to my touch, quiet moans escaping his lips.
He bucks his hips, just I had done, and I know this means he needs more. I open my mouth and slowly slide his cock into my mouth, one of his hands flies down to grip my hair but he doesn’t push my head down, and he doesn’t thrust up into my mouth either and I am grateful. Unlike other boys, he at least seems to have enough patience and respect to let me move at my own face.
Again, I move slowly at first. Bobbing my head up and down and using my hand to move up and down the remaining length that I cannot take into my mouth without gagging. I use my tongue to flick at the sensitive spot I know rests on the underside of his tip. He groans harder than ever now, his hands snaking through my hair to tug at the roots. His low, deep moans become higher and more frequent, I know he must be close because I can feel him twitching beneath my tongue and I begin to work up the nerve to take him further and further back into my mouth.
But he tugs on my hair harshly, pulling my mouth off him.
“Not like this,” he says breathlessly, “I want to be inside you first.”
I don’t resit when he pulls me back up towards him and removes my clothes, so I am just as naked as him, his eyes scan over my body and he grins as he takes in the sight, and then his calloused hands are roaming over my skin again, leaving it burning where his fingertips brush.
I’m beneath him again.
“Are you sure you’re good with this?” he asks again.
And the look on his face tells me he wouldn’t be angry in the slightest if I said no, but I want this, want him, more than anything.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
The groan Paul lets out as he slides inside of me is almost enough to drive me over the edge again, he does feel big inside of me, but surprisingly I feel no pain or discomfort as he begins to slowly thrust into me. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and pull him even closer to me, I wrap a leg around his waist and shift my hips upwards to allow him to reach a deeper angle.
This feels right, in a way that it never did with any other boy. I don’t know if it is the imprint bond, or some other inexplicable, force of nature but the feeling of him inside of me is like nothing I’ve experienced before. It’s not just bodily pleasure, there is something else that I can’t explain, some primal urge to never not be this close to him.Our moans harmonise together in a medley of ecstatic pleasure, his name slips from my lips and he almost growls at me.
“Do that again,” he demands, “say my name.”
The second time he speaks there is a hint of desperation in his voice, and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t resist his name falling from my lips again as he slips a hand between our bodies to circle my clit again.
“Paul, don’t stop,” I groan into his neck., clawing at his back.
Not that I thought there was any danger of him doing that, but I like the effect my words have on him because he pounds into me faster. My bed frame creaks and rattles against the wall as my legs shake, his fingers are rubbing against me faster now and I am still so sensitive from my last orgasm that I come around him, every muscle clenching.
He is breathless now, his forehead slick with sweat and his hair plastered to it. I carefully brush some of the hair out of his eyes and kiss him soft on the lips, it is a gentle gesture contrasted against his relentless and rapid thrusts.
His hips are less controlled now, his thrust going sloppy and desperate.
“Come on,” I whisper in his ear, “you’ve made me finish twice, it’s your turn now.”
He thrusts into me again a few more times before he pulls out and uses his hand to help himself finish; he lets out the loudest moan yet as he finishes on my stomach. He hovers above me before a few more breathless moments before kissing me gently on the forehead.
“Hold on, I’ll go get a towel,” he says softly.
I catch my breath as he shuffles into the ensuite and comes back with a towel and begins to clean me up. He pulls his boxers back on and throws me my pyjamas and I redress quickly. I am curled up against my pillows, but he sits on the edge of the bed, looking unsure of his next move.
“D-do you want me to go?” he asks, not making eye contact with me.
“No,” I say, almost too quickly for my liking, “no, I want you to stay. Only if you want too though….”
He grins, “move over” he says, nudging me playfully as he crawls up the bed to settle down next to me.
I pull the duvet over both of us and roll over onto my side, facing away from him. Just as I hope, he pulls me into his arms, his chest pressed against my back and his large arms keeping me securely against his body.
“There’s a bonfire, tomorrow night, down at the beach,” he whispers into my hair, “it’s for the pack, and the tribe elders…but imprints are always invited too, and you should come…I-I want you to come.”
I smile because I know he can’t see me, “I’d like that.”
“Good,” he says sounding relieved and squeezed me again.
I fall asleep in his arms before he even flicks off the light.
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"I'm worried about fucking things up between us. He's...words. Words," Tav muttered, making absent come-hither motions as if trying to summon the right ones.
"Delicate's wrong. Maybe fragile? Fragile like a smokepowder bomb. But that's wrong too. Wounded. But that's not enough. It's like he's walking around with a bunch of scabbed over stab wounds. But he's had them forever and he's so used to them he can walk around, and backstab people, and laugh. But they're still there and they're fucking stab wounds and I can tell when they're being jostled."
"Do you know how he got them?" Halsin asked.
"Parts of it," Tav said. "I am making plans to commit murder when we get back to Baldur's Gate."
Her eyes flicked up to Halsin's face to make sure there was no judgement there. There wasn't.
"I have lists," she continued. "Of possible tactics. Notes. Diagrams. Some doodles."
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Halsin walked into the woods until the sounds of the revel had faded behind the sounds of leaves. Then he settled comfortably, leaning back against a birch tree, and just looked out.
The colors of the forest were muted in darkness, but it was alive with shapes and sounds. The protecting spread of branches above, and the stars peeking down between them. Cricket chirping and owls with opinions. The world sounded green and alive, and that was very wonderful. Just being present here was like a blessing after so long in a dungeon.
It was hard to say how long he'd been sitting, almost slipping into reverie, when he noticed a pattern in the movement of the animals around him. There were a lot of them heading east. A fox passed him. A racoon. Another fox. A pair of hedgehogs complaining to each other about how two-leggers were always making such a fuss of noise about nothing.
The party he'd left was southward, so this would be something else bothering them. Investigating such disturbances was so much a habit for him that he barely thought before standing and walking quietly west.
He heard the hard crunch of boots crushing leaves--someone moving rapidly and with no thought to noise. He approached the sound and found Tav. No longer at the party, she was pacing back and forth between two trees, muttering to herself. Occasionally she stopped and said 'Fuck!' very quietly but very sincerely. Then she resumed pacing.
Halsin waited, but she didn’t notice him. He took another step and intentionally found a branch to break underfoot. Tav started and her eyes snapped towards him.
"Hi," she said, eyes wide. "I'm sorry. Was this...were you using these woods? I can move."
Halsin put up his hands. "There's green enough for everyone. I just happened by. Is something troubling you?"
"I. Uh." She raked her fingers through her hair once. Twice. "I'm in trouble."
"I see.” Halsin had a few guesses about the kind of trouble that drove one to pace and mutter in the night. ”Do you want to speak of it?"
"I. Maybe. That might be..."
She hesitated. She started pacing again. Got three steps and stopped. She was worrying the base of one horn with her nails. Finally she seemed to come to a decision and turned to actually look at Halsin.
"If you had to pick, out of all of my companions. With whom do you think it would be the worst idea to get..." She made a mixing tangling motion with her fingers, and eventually supplemented the gesture with the words: "...emotionally involved?"
"I feel I would need to know them better to answer confidently," Halsin said.
"That is a thoughtful, charitable sort of a thing to say," Tav allowed. "But I bet you don't actually need that. I'll give you a hint. It's NOT the woman who could set me on fire with a hug."
Halsin took a moment to consider, but based on superficial observation the answer did seem obvious.
"Astarion?" he guessed.
Tav clapped her hands together in a pantomime of celebration and then pointed her fingertips at him. "You're good at this game. Your retroactive prize is being saved from goblins."
Halsin smiled slightly. "I'm glad I guessed right."
"Yeah, me too." Tav sighed. She was rubbing her hands together and staring off to one side. "We were flirting. It was a game. About saying stupid, over the top things that we both knew we didn't mean. And he had all these great-awful pickup lines and we were getting more and more dramatic. And then. And then he looked at me and he said 'I love you.'"
Her hands were in her hair again, raking over her horns. "And he did NOT mean it. But my heart did that little thump-thump-leap thing LIKE he meant it."
She stared hard into the dark woods, hands tangled in her increasingly wild hair.
"And that is a PROBLEM," she whispered.
"Is it?" Halsin asked.
"Yes." She snapped, eyes focusing back on Halsin. "Yes, that is a problem. Because the things I have to offer are effective group management techniques and limericks. And if I lose my head over the most mother-would-not-approve albino bad boy who is part of the team I have to handle I will stop being an effective group manager. Then all I have to offer is limericks. And they ARE magical limericks. But they still aren't going to save the realm from the Absolute. Which is apparently what we need to do."
Then she had to stop because she had not paused to breathe for that entire paragraph. Her hands were moving again, nails raking over her horns to the point where Halsin was concerned she might hurt herself.
So he reached out to take her by the hand and shoulder and suggested with gentle pressure that she might sit down. They ended up cross-legged in the grass. A much more stable and grounded position. Tav exhaled slowly, and looked up at him.
"Hi," she said. "Sorry."
"There is nothing to be sorry for," he told her. "It seems you are taking a great deal of responsibility on to yourself."
"I've read a lot of epic legends, Halsin." There was something haunted in her expression. "I'm really starting to think we're in one. I think the things we do here are going to have some far reaching consequences."
"I see," he said. And he supposed a bard would know. "Very well then. Grave as they may be, let's set aside your responsibilities for a moment."
She seemed very gesture-prone, so he decided to illuminate this advice with motion. He moved his hands, as if gathering his responsibilities up into a bundle. He carefully set them down to his left.
Tav seemed wary to the point of intimidated by the prospect of setting her responsibilities aside, even metaphorically. But after a moment she imitated him, and she did so with all the buy-in of someone whose arcane magic was partially based on improv. It took her quite some effort to get all her obligations wrapped up and when she shifted them to the side it was with a little huff of effort. Halsin couldn't help but smile.
"How do you feel?" he asked when she was done.
"Scared," she said. She was fretting her fingernails in the same way she'd been fretting her horns before.
Halsin rumbled in an understanding way, but didn't say anything.
"I like him," Tav continued after a moment. "A lot. He's fun. He's sharp and interesting. And talking to him is like playing. And he's mean, but that's fun too. And he's VERY pretty."
She dropped her head to the side, as if she needed a moment to recover from just how pretty he was. Then she rubbed at her eyebrow.
"And sometimes...he's sad. And then I wish I were a wizard so I could just incinerate everything that makes him sad."
Halsin nodded. "I believe there are scrolls for that."
Tav's eyebrows shot up and she looked at Halsin sharply. "Did you just...are you enabling me? To do an arson?"
"To protect people you care for?" Halsin asked. "Most certainly."
The surprise melted away and she smiled slantwise at him. "I suppose I should have expected that after seeing you maul half the goblin camp."
He nodded, and it was a pleasant moment of mutual understanding. He let it lapse into silence so that she would start to fill that silence again with her fretful thoughts. She did.
"I'm worried about fucking things up between us. He's...words. Words," Tav muttered, making absent come-hither motions as if trying to summon the right ones. "Delicate's wrong. Maybe fragile? Fragile like a smokepowder bomb. But that's wrong too. Wounded. But that's not enough. It's like he's walking around with a bunch of scabbed over stab wounds. But he's had them forever and he's so used to them he can walk around, and backstab people, and laugh. But they're still there and they're fucking stab wounds and I can tell when they're being jostled."
"Do you know how he got them?" Halsin asked.
"Parts of it," Tav said. "I am making plans to commit murder when we get back to Baldur's Gate."
Her eyes flicked up to Halsin's face to make sure there was no judgement there. There wasn't.
"I have lists," she continued. "Of possible tactics. Notes. Diagrams. Some doodles."
"Could your plans use a bear?" He asked mildly.
Tav laughed, and it was loud and startled and genuine. "Yes. Fantastic. Always. I'll incorporate you into my ideas and daydreams."
The laughter did her good. When it finished the thread of tension loosened and her shoulders had relaxed a notch.
"I probably don't need to worry about hurting him with this," she said a little ruefully. "He's not serious. This is a game for him? Or a ploy? I'm not sure. Whichever. I'm the only one throwing her heart around like an idiot."
Halsin, who had been at camp long enough to observe some of the dynamics between the companions, decided not to comment on some of the assumptions she was making. He just made a thoughtful noise.
"So I guess that just leaves me scared about, you know." She flicked her fingers over her sleeve, removing a bit of dirt with affected casualness. "Getting hurt myself."
"It can be a frightening thing. To be the more loving one," said Halsin. "But it doesn't need to be a bad thing."
Tav hummed in a prompting, curious way. Halsin considered what he was about to say, and decided this was a reasonable time of have an opinion.
"We give each other what we can in the time we have," he said. "You have a gift. You have love for another person. A man who, from what you've said, could very much do with being loved."
Tav hummed a little more softly.
"That's nice," she said. "That's a bit of poetry."
"Pardon me. I know it's not my profession."
"Naw." Tav shook her head. "Anyone can be a bard. Just don't be surprised if I steal your words for lyrics."
Halsin opened a hand and offered his palm. "They are freely given."
"Boring," Tav complained with a smile. "I wanted to steal them."
"Well then." Halsin closed his hand. "I take back my permission."
"Good. Thank you." The smile had wedged itself firmly in the side of her face and remained even as she sighed. "I guess I'm already fucked. It's not like you can fall out of love. Not while we're spending every day together."
She covered her face with her hands and said much more quietly: "And I do not have the willpower to say no to the sex."
Halsin nodded and made a noise of deep understanding. Eventually, Tav peeked up from her hands.
"You're really good at listening," she told him.
"It is an important part of being an archdruid."
"Thank you."
"Please let me know if you ever need to be listened to again."
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Chief: Luke Leone x Reader (NSFW)
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It’s wildfire season in California and Luke has barely been home for longer than five minutes. He worries about that, about the toll his job takes on your relationship. You’ve never chastised him for the missed dates, or late nights but it’s been a while since the two of you have spent any quality time together and he misses you fiercely.
He doesn’t expect you to turn up at his office. He’s reading through the after action reports from the Rock Creek Fire when he looks up to sees you step over the threshold. You close the door quietly behind you. When he raises to his feet you give him that smile, the one that lights up his entire world.
You’re wearing that dress he likes, the one with the black and white Aztec patterns. His hand comes to rest on your hip, thumb chasing over the fabric and you smile as he leans in close, pressing you back against the door.
“Long time no see, Division Chief.”
He loves when you call him that, the sultry tone you use. It taps into something deep inside him, something raw and demanding. He cages you in against the door, his fingertips skating over the lock before he twists it, the mechanism securing the two of you from outside intrusions.
There’s a recklessness in him, you can see it in his eyes as his thumb chases over the line of your jaw. The scent of smoke clings to his skin, his hair, his clothes and it sends a dangerous thrill chasing through you. You can tell he’s still riding the adrenaline of the last fire.
It’s like a narcotic, he’d once explained to you. It heightens the senses, makes everything sharper. He usually lets it out on a punch bag but the times he has brought it home, you’ve ended up getting fucked into the mattress because it makes Luke a little wild, which makes you a little wild. Those are the nights that panties get torn off and shirts get ripped.
“I don’t have much time.” He murmurs, his thumb trailing over your lower lip. His hips pin yours to the door and you can feel his erection pressing urgently against your core.
“There’s just something about you in this uniform.” You murmur, your fingertips playing across his belt. He feels it loosen, hears the sound of the zipper before your hand delves into his underwear.
Your dexterous musician’s fingers wrap around his cock, squeezing just a little as your thumb smears pre-cum across the tip. Luke groans, thrusting into your hand as you lightly pump him.
“I get off on it a little you know?” You whisper against the corner of his mouth. “Having the Division Chief at my mercy, knowing that I’m the only one that can do this to you.”
“Fuck,” Luke exhales, his fingers chasing under the hem of your dress. His fingertips graze across your wetness and your head falls back against the door. “No panties? You are a bad girl today.”
“I’m your bad girl.” You remind him, guiding his cock to just the right place.
Christ, it gets him off when you talk like that, it speaks to something primal inside of him. Luke’s spent his whole life alone, untethered and unmoored, and now he has someone who belongs to him, someone who loves him, cares for him.
His lips capture yours as he sinks into you slowly, that tight, wet heat enveloping his cock. Your hands tangle in his shirt, the fabric bunching in your fists as you tug him even closer, until his hips are flush against yours. His cock rakes over that sweet spot and you see fucking stars.
“That’s it Chief.” You whisper against his lips. “Right there.”
His eyes fix on yours as he starts to thrust, slow, hard, deep. Your breath catches with every stroke as ecstasy sears through your synapses. It builds quickly, the way it always does when you’re with Luke, each wave crashes through your body, igniting your nerve endings as he takes you higher and higher until…
“I’ve got you right where I want you don’t I?” He asks you, his voice rough as you clench around his cock.
“Yes Chief.” You whisper and he comes undone completely.
One more thrust and you’re both hurtling over the edge, freefalling into the abyss. His mouth covers yours, stifling the noise that emits from your throat as you come all over his cock. The way you grip him…
It feels like he’s died and gone to heaven.
He drinks down your pleasure as he spills his release inside you. His kisses become softer, more tender as his thumb traces over the blush of your cheek. This is the part he loves the most, the intimacy, the connectivity. He’s spent years chasing this feeling and he still can’t believe he has it, that he’s met someone who loves him so unconditionally.
“Come over tonight.” He requests, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “I miss being with you, holding you.”
He’s not talking about sex. He means sleeping with you, waking up with you. It’s those moments that Luke treasures, the ones he thinks about when he’s alone. You’ve fit into his life as if you’ve always been there and some day he wants to make that permanent.
It’s when you open your mouth to answer that the bell goes off. Another wildfire, another emergency he has to attend to. He gives you an apologetic look as he tucks himself back into his trousers and straightens his uniform.
“I’ll see you tonight.” You say softly, your palm coming to rest on the space where his heart resides in his chest. “Be safe out there today.”
“Always.” He promises, his hand clasping yours. “I’ll always make it back home to you.”
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hi could i have Steve×reader where they are having a make-out session and Robin ends up walking into the room and everyone is just embarrassed? literally happened to me and my boyfriend and now his parents keep teasing us all the time 😩
Omg are you good? Cause I would DIE of embarrassment. 😭
Robin would definitely be embarrassed but the least embarrassed and just be teasing them because she’d just be like well this is awkward.
But I had the thought that this happens at Family Video and you drop by before his and her shifts starts to see Steve and Robin is gone to get coffees for them down the street and whatever and a little fun happens 😋
Caught In The Act
Steve Harrington x Reader (ft. Robin)
Warnings: Kinda smut? Idk just a heated makeout sesh 😉 (for anyone who isn’t into it)
The bell on the door jangled as you walked into Family Video.
The attractive, dorky, loveable sweetheart that you got to call yours, was already behind the counter, doing something on the computer. When he glanced up, his entire demeanor changed from frustration to happiness.
“Hey, baby,” Steve smiled.
“Well, hello, handsome,” you teased, leaning your arms on the other side of the counter from him, “Where’s Robin?”
“At the coffee shop down the street getting us some coffee. Our shift doesn’t start for fifteen minutes and I’m going to need the caffeine for motivation,” Steve groaned.
“Well, I’ve got some time before I have to head over to my study group. I can keep you company while you wait,” you smiled.
“Get over here then.”
His grin was wicked as you walked around to the entrance behind the counter. He almost immediately pulled your body towards his and kissed you.
Your giggles permeated the kiss and you kept trying to pull away long enough to speak, but Steve kept chasing your lips, pulling you back into the kiss. You finally got a moment to speak when his lips nipped your jaw, then found a place to suck on, on the canvas of your neck.
“Steve,” you chuckled, “Robin will be back at any point.”
“So?” he hummed against your neck, “Plenty of time to enjoy my girl.”
You squealed when he lifted you, setting you on the countertop. Then he connected your lips again.
Your arms wound around his neck, mouth lazily enjoying his before he upped the ante, kissing you as if he hadn’t kissed you for months. His mouth moved briskly against yours, tongues exploring, together.
His palms rested against the tops of your thighs, squeezing them gently before gliding them up and around to grab your ass.
He was positioned between your legs and you were at his level now, by sitting on the counter. He was shamelessly groping your ass and you shamelessly tugged on his lower lip, bringing it gently between your teeth. You always knew it drove him wild.
He groaned in response, kissing you harder. If you weren’t in sight of the entrance, you were sure more explicit actions would be taking place.
You were so lost in him, fingers tangling in his hair at the back of his neck. Neither of you heard the tinkering of the bell on the front door or hear anyone enter. You were too focused on one another and lost to the kisses.
“Well, this is awkward.”
You and Steve sprung apart so fast you’d thought someone had told you both that the other had the Bubonic Plague. You spotted Robin standing in the doorway, holding two coffees in her hands, a smirk on her face.
Your entire body flamed with embarrassment and Steve had the decency to look sheepish, too.
“How about next time, you go get the coffee and I’ll stay out here making out with someone?” Robin was full on smirking and happy to tease the life out of you two.
You would be more than happy if the floor opened up and swallow you whole.
“How long have you been standing there?” Steve asked, trying to straighten his clothes, running a hand through his hair.
“Long enough to hear you moan,” she shuddered, “I might need both of these in hopes the caffeine will erase that memory.”
You dropped your face in your hands, face hot.
“By the way, hi Y/N,” Robin said casually, sliding the takeout cup of coffee across the counter to Steve, “Nice to see you on our counter.”
“Shit,” you mumbled, hopping down, “Sorry, I just came in to say hi—”
“I don’t recall ever getting a welcome like that from you,” she quipped.
Oh she was never letting you two live this down.
“He started it,” you pointed guiltily to Steve.
“Hey! Way to throw me under the bus,” he mumbled, though he grinned sideways at you.
“Remind me to sanitize the counter before we open,” Robin said, taking a sip of of her coffee.
“Okay, that is my cue to leave,” you said, eager to stop dying of embarrassment.
“It’s your fault if I have to work with horny Steve all afternoon!” she hollered after you, “That’s the worst!”
“Dude!” Steve exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
“You limp around like an injured pony. It’s pathetic,” she laughed.
“Bye you two,” you laughed, waving behind you as you headed for the door.
“I’m not through with you by the way!” Steve called after you, “We’ll finish this later!”
You had to chuckle at Robin’s parting remark.
“When I’m not around, either!”
#steve harrington#steve harrington smut#steve harrington fic#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington x reader#stranger things#stranger things blurb#stranger things fic
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Who gets the girl? (Adam Copeland x Fem!reader)
Reader isn’t the nicest person in this one :)
2000 Backstage at Monday Night Raw
Adam’s hands felt heavy on your hips as he guided you to grind on his jean clad thigh. His lips captured yours in a steamy kiss to dampen your quiet moans. The cool wall behind you was almost a welcome contrast to the heat radiating from you. Neither of you had time for this, someone was bound to be looking for one of you by now. He just couldn’t help himself.
“Adam!? Where the fuck are you we need to get ready” Christian called
Adam pulled away from you reluctantly. You instantly missed the warmth of him pressing against your body. He threw you a quick wink before disappearing around the corner, hopefully to divert Christian long enough to let you tidy up your dishevelled appearance before he suspected something.
Adam reappeared with Christian in tow not long after. You were touching up your lip gloss in the mirror, Adam caught your eye in the reflection and flashed you a grin.
“Think you can fix his ugly mug?” Adam joked as Christian sat in your make-up chair.
“Not a miracle worker I’m afraid but I’ll see what I can do” You teased, earning a playful glare from the man. You attempted to run your fingers through his hair to get it out of his face but got tangled in the knots.
“What have I told you about using conditioner? You’ve got a damn birds nest up here” You scolded
“Maybe you should shower with me to remind me” He replied quietly. You gave him a gentle slap to the shoulder, hoping Adam hadn’t heard his flirtatious comment.
“You’ve got the Hardys tonight right?” You asked while searching for your comb in the slightly organised chaos of your table.
“We sure do, speaking of which I should go find them while you’re dealing with bird brain here” Adam said, making a quick exit.
“He’s going to get suspicious if he hears you say stuff like that” You chastised Christian quietly, trying to brush through his hair as gently as you could
“So what? He’d probably congratulate me on following in his womanising footsteps” He joked “You know I’d tell the whole damn roster about us if you’d let me”
“I don’t get involved with co-workers Christian, you know that” You sighed
“Yeah? You seemed pretty involved with me in the locker room shower last week” He replied with a grin
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You hadn’t meant to hurt Christian, you were young and too wrapped up in your own feelings to think about what you were doing to him. He was devastated when he had finally caught you and Adam. His sadness had quickly turned to rage then simmered to resentment over the years. You thought they had mended bridges a few years ago, Christian had been one of the groomsmen at your wedding.
Then Adam made his debut in AEW a few years later and that resentment reared its ugly head once more.
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“I should go out there and talk to him” Your husband muttered. You were clutching his bicep while watching a monitor. Christian was running his mouth in the ring and you could feel the agitation rolling from Adam.
“You’re not going to change his mind Adam” You sighed “If you go out there, all that bad feeling is going to be out in the open again”
You shuddered at the memory of the harsh promos he had cut on you and Adam when the wound of your betrayal was still fresh. Being put on blast in public like that wasn’t fun, but maybe it was what you deserved.
“Baby, we have a whole life together! We’ve been married for years, we’ve got two beautiful girls. If he can’t see that we were meant to be, then he’s no longer the man I grew up with” Adam exclaimed
So Adam went to the ring and confronted him. And you watched on anxiously.
“You think you get to come out here and give me the big nostalgia speech? One last run? Hell no. You’ve taken everything from me: championships, recognition, you even got the girl! This is my turn, my turn to get my flowers!”
You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the tears not to run. You knew he was right, he deserved his time in the sun. You just wished he didn’t feel the need to step on his best friend to get it.
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Saw a post about Rhys being insane for going after Illyrians who worked with Amarantha while he also worked for Amarantha which reminded me very strongly of a bit that I've been casually working on in my notes app because I have Amarantha’s Takeover Rule Brainrot
Loosely connected with my ficverse and featuring entirely OCs but -
The Illyrian had his hands up. He was speaking - the same word over and over -
"Sanctuary. Sanctuary. Sanctuary. Sanctuary."
Martialis kept his hand raised in stay, but did not lower his short sword. "Who are you? Identify yourself at once!"
"Azeneth of Ironcrest," said the Illyrian. His long hair was a tangled nest of black, a few braided pieces around his pallid, terrified face. He was young, Pyrrha realized with a start - no older than she was, if even that. "Sanctuary. I mean you no harm."
"Liar," someone spat, to her left.
Azeneth's eyes widened; his head whipped to the sound, so Pyrrha got a close look at his eyes - the pupils large as saucers, the whites stark, tears pricking at the corners.
"Its the truth! Please - they'll kill me if I don't fight - the High Lord has gone completely mad -"
"And how do we know you were not sent here to spy on us?" asked Martialis calmly.
Azeneth looked pleadingly at the captain. "They will kill me," he repeated. His fear was genuine; he reeked with it. The green siphoning stone on his chest shone ominously as his emotions flared.
"How did you manage to escape?" Martialis continued.
Azeneth wet his lips. His wings twitched and there was a shift, a series of clanging sounds, as the soldiers behind him lifted their spears and poised to throw. At once, he raised his hands higher, demonstrating his surrender.
"The general is missing," said Azeneth. "We believe that he has been killed - and my unit commander raised this concern with the wrong person - he was executed, and while they were all distracted, I ran."
"And the wards? How did you pass through unscathed?"
"There is a hole on the southeastern segment of the city wall," Azeneth confessed at once. "It hasn't been repaired yet, and its high, so only someone with wings can break through. We know all the weaknesses in the wards - I came through that point, and the others will be coming through after me. They are planning to send a small force to the main gate as a distraction while the Illyrians break through the weak spot. Then the rest of the army will follow."
The south wall - the school, Celestine, was there. Pyrrha's blood ran cold, and it was clear that she wasn't the only one. Martialis's expression was grave, and he ordered, "Tell Keeper Darnic to warn his counterparts, and send a message to Otho and the general."
There was a flurry of movement as one of the priestesses broke free from the group and rushed off. Pyrrha did not dare take her eyes from the Illyrian, who was noticeably trembling.
"Thank you for your information," said Martialis. "For your contributions, a quick death."
Azeneth let out a whimper, but before the captain could attack, Lucretia raised her voice.
"You do not dare spill innocent blood in the Mother's sacred hall!"
Martialis spared the old priestess a glare of indignation. "He's an Illyrian spy," he said, as if she were too stupid to have figured it out. "Illyrians are trained to kill from the womb. We cannot let him live."
"How dare you?" Lucretia's voice, though throaty with age, was still powerful. "The Mother loves each of her children and lifts them when they stumble!"
"We don't have time for sermons!"
"You are right," said Lucretia, lifting her chin. "I am merely reminding you - this is *my* temple. I am the Reverend High, by age and by decree. And if this child claims Sanctuary in the arms of the Mother, then I grant it without hesitatation. Those who would tarnish the Mother's sacred hospitality and compassion have no place here."
Martialis colored with fury and shame flashed across his eyes. Pyrrha understood at once what he must be feeling - not only had Lucretia just threatened to upend their war plans and throw Martialis to the literal wolves at the door, but the old woman had a special talent for enforcing discipline. Serapion slacked off on chores and argued with his parents, but he'd always known better than to sass his grandmother. They all did.
"Disarm him!" The captain snapped the order, but it wasn't directed at anyone in particular and nobody moved at first.
Pyrrha raised her spear and relaxed out of her stance. Her feet carried her - one step, two steps, three steps, four steps - until she was within arms length of the Illyrian.
She held out her hand.
Azeneth began pulling black stone knives from his person - long, curved blades strappedno to his chest, and four daggers strapped to his waist, and another, smaller one in his boot. He dropped them all to the floor one by one, letting them clatter and clang against the tiles. The last thing he removed was the leather strap which held the green stone, and this was the only thing he handed to Pyrrha, placing it gently on her palm.
Her fingers closed around it as she took a step backward. It was warm, and seemed to have a faint heartbeat.
"Search him!" Martialis commanded.
Two male soldiers stepped forward and did so, roughly yanking on his leathers and slapping their hands hard against his body. Azeneth winced, but did not protest.
"Clean!"
Azeneth slowly lowered his hands. No one lowered their weapons.
Martialis broke the tension by sheathing his blade, and turning to face the old priestess.
"Where can we keep him?"
Lucretia's mouth pursed and she said, "He is a guest, not a prisoner."
"Be that as it may," said the captain flatly. "We are at war."
Lucretia looked at Pyrrha, who stared back at her blankly. She was still holding the stone out; she realized she was somewhat afraid of it, and then chided herself as she forced her body to stand normally, arms at her sides. Illyrian siphons were powerful, but they were only stones once they'd been removed from their wearers. Azeneth was harmless.
"My grandson could use some help with organizing our medical supply," suggested Lucretia. "Perhaps our guest might be willing to help?"
Azeneth lowered his chin as a few soldiers snickered to see his expression.
Pyrrha said, "Sure. I'll take you to him. This way."
She looked at Azeneth, who eyed her a bit warily, but followed when she walked. She felt every single eye - her peers, the other priestesses - and only paused when she reached Lucretia's position by the doors.
"Keep your eyes open," the old priestess advised.
Pyrrha nodded. That would be wise indeed.
#my fic writing#the dreamers in the daylight#pyrrha#the day court#amarantha's rule#pre-canon fic#anyway do u ever think about how the village of Ironcrest was singled out for scrutiny#as az and rhys were certain at one point that ironcrest would rebel against the night court#do you ever think about why that was - cause i do
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I don’t know if you do emergency asks but I was wondering how you think Gyomei would react to a friend (born female) who is Autistic and semi functional. Earlier I was in the shower and my hair is really thick and I’m growing it out so it gets super tangled. I got so angry fighting with my hair that I completely shut down. Normally I’d start pulling chunks out but there are a lot of things that enrage me to the point of shutting down. I tend to isolate when I’m angry because I lash out at others and then I start crying and get depressed because I hate myself for not being able to handle being angry. Then I get angry and verbally degrade myself and basically bully myself which leads to me getting depressed again. How do you think Gyomei would react and comfort someone like this?
Offering no words,
He gently pats your head
As you talk all that you wanted to say
Crying as he listens to all those mean words you have for yourself
Clenching his prayer beads tightly for solace
After a while, when both of your sobs have died down
He decided to speak:
"I hope you can get to know yourself,
like how I knew you."
"...And what is that like?"
"I've known you to be a strong and kind person."
"Really?"
He puts a hand on your shoulder reassuringly
Facing directly at you
And says:
"Really."
"I wish you would remember that, because...
...you are...
...my precious friend."
He'll stay by your side for as long as you need.
P.S.
take this cat 🫴:
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You remind me of when I was younger ngl
Excellent for you for being aware of your actions when you're angry, that is an important first step
Maybe you internalized those insults,
My advice is to acknowledge them but improve in things you can control
In my case, I find sports and hobbies to help distract me from these thoughts or as an outlet
But the big step for me was when I reached out to someone and went through a social rehabilitation program
Don't be too hard on yourself girl
You are a warrior💖👍
(spoiler ⚠️ below)
lastly, I tried to base this on how he manages Genya's tantrums
So that's why he cries with you
He probably has a lot to say, but he doesn't want to drown you out
He was a caretaker in a monastery, but he grew paranoia so... I'm kind of stumped a little there, writing characters' social and emotional connections is not my strongest suit
But I do want to console my younger self if possible
I used to have depression too, for way too long
#gyomei#kny gyomei#demon slayer gyomei#gyomei himejima#kimetsu gyomei#demon slayer#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#himejima gyomei#gyomei headcanons#gyomei fanfic#gyomei x reader#gyomei x y/n#gyomei x you#ask answered#depression#kimetsu no yaiba fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic#reach out#frienship#friendship
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Wildest Dreams - Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Warnings: Bucky and reader are horrible people in this, cheating, allusions to smut, angst, no happy endings, talks of morning after pill and birth control
A/n: ok so I had the idea for this year's ago and it was originally gonna be a Steve Rogers X Reader but I'm back on my Bucky BS so here this one came haha. Enjoy!
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The soft sheets of the hotel suite covers my bare chest as I lay my head on his chest, using my fingers to draw random shapes, sundays like these were a once in a blue moon type of deal.
"We should drive out of here and never look back, away from all the crowds and hustle and bustle of the city" he says, drawing a finger down my spine, a shiver running up it.
I wanted to agree I truly did, but we needed to end this relationship. Heaven can't help me now, I needed to end it now before it got too complicated. He was married, we were just having fun, we were avengers for god's sake! We had to understand that nothing lasts forever.
“You know why we can’t do that, you know we both agreed this was just sex,” I tell him wrapping my the sheet tighter around my chest and sitting up, “You told me this was no strings attached,” the crease begins to form between my eyebrows.
This is gonna hurt, I can already feel it, he's so tall, handsome especially for someone who is 106. He's so bad, he was my bad boy, he was the sun and I was icarus, I flew too close to the sun.
"We have to end this, this is the last time we are sleeping together bucky, I can't take the heartache and your wife deserves better, she deserves a husband who will love her and only her," I quickly got dressed, I knew this would end in hellfire the moment it began. The longing looks during debriefs, the subtle touches.
"My last request before we part ways, say you'll remember me, staring at the sunset in Boca Raton, when we had that undercover mission, remember me standing in a nice dress, red lips and cheeks rosied from all the drinks we shared that night. Promise me you'll see me again, even if it's in our wildest dreams,"
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Weeks after the flirting, we finally caved. I had booked a hotel room for a mission and now Bucky and I were just the two of us. Away from prying eyes.
"No one has to know what we do" I say against his lips as he takes a fist of my hair, kissing down my neck as I undo his belt buckle, the coolness of his vibranium arm slipping under my shirt, goosebumps spread across my skin like a wildfire.
"But, I'm married and you've just become a member of the team," he says as he continues his assault on my neck.
"And you can stop and tell me to leave and I will, you don't have to continue this, we can stop and never speak of this again," I bargain, knowing that he doesn't want to stop, "someday when you leave me, I bet these memories will follow you around," I swallow thickly as he rips my white button up open the buttons flying everywhere.
"Then let's make memories worth remembering," he says before capturing my lips in his once more.
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That night begins the years long affair, sneaking out during training to fuck in the closets at the compound, late nights after successful missions, we were like rabbits trying to single handely repopulate our species, luckily for the both of us, condoms and birth control were always handy including the morning after pill.
We both knew it was wrong but did doing the wrong thing feel so good.
After the first time we both agreed it would just be sex, nothing more than that even if it hurt once we both knew we were bluring the lines and falling in love.
"You'll see me in hindsight, you'll remember all of the times we would be tangled up in bedsheets, talking all night about what our future would be," I say while zipping up my jeans and walking towards the door, I lean down to pick up my shoes, I take one more look at the man I will be forever in love with but won't be able to call my own, "don't forget check out is at noon,"
#bitchyglitterfox writes#marvel#marvel studios#marvel x reader#bucky barnes#bucky fanfic#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky angst#bucky imagine
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close to me
pairing: sergi x mc (noa sano, she/they)
words, warnings: 795, none
a/n: there's not enough sergi fluff, so i've come to fill this gap. i am rotating them in my mind. my newly found obsession with sergi shows that i both have an amazing taste and a horrible taste in men, amen
noa woke up to gentle fingers playing with her hair. cracking her eyes open, she was immediately blinded by the ray of light shining in her - their - room.
she growled in response to this unexpected attack from her window - it wasn't their fault that they didn't close the shutters at all - and buried her face deeper into the soft pillow, hiding her face under her long hair with the motion.
at this, the pillow grumbled lowly under her.
"got surprised by the sun, eh?" sergi reached to comb noa's black hair out of her face. noa peered through her locks, squinting at him.
"you would've also been surprised if the first thing you saw in the morning was something trying to murder your eyeballs, old man."
this earned another deep chuckle from sergi, making noa move up and down with his chest.
"maybe, if i didn't wake up before the sun became a problem, because someone was cutting off circulation in my arm." for someone who was complaining about her, sergi didn't seem to be too bothered by her current position on top of him, having his fingers still tangled in her hair.
hearing this, noa propped herself up on her forearms.
"oh, really?" her eyes were twinkling with barely hidden laughter. "well, you could've easily moved this someone, since they weigh less than half as much as you. it shouldn't have been too hard, even for you." ignoring sergi's mild protest - "hey now-" - noa continued. "really, the fact that you just let this someone stay and not kick them out of your - my - bed must mean one of two things," by this point, noa had one of their signature smirks on her face.
at her movement, sergi's hand came down to rest on noa's bare back, but he didn't let her nakedness distract him from the conversation - for now.
"and what are those two things?" sergi knew that it was dangerous to encourage noa, but hey, maybe he enjoyed being constantly teased by them - not that he'd ever directly tell noa that.
she grinned at his question, clearly being glad that he was good naturedly playing along.
"well, you're either getting old- too old and too weak to free yourself even from under a small wolf," she still had a mirthful expression on her face, even as she reached to smooth a hand over his face. "or- and i have to say, this is just speculation, i don't have any evidence, but- maybe you're just too smitten with this person. you'd rather just suffer in silence than do something that bothered them," noa's smile kept widening as she spoke, and while sergi was enjoying the sight, he was starting to get worried for her face. "-so i think you just didn't want to risk waking them up by moving them, no matter how uncomfortable you were."
as if she solved some big mystery, noa continued smiling, and guided sergi's face to hers for a kiss. she went to deepen it, but was cut off by their lover pecking them on the lips and moving back. noa's expression quickly changed to that of displeasure - like one of the kids when they didn't get their sweets - but sergi started speaking.
"and, oh mighty alpha, have you not thought about the possibility that i didn't even think to move? i'd rather have you laying on my arm all night long - which you did by the way - than not have you close to me. i enjoy having you by my side, whether that's out there," he nodded his head towards the door. "-or in here." as he added that, he pressed noa closer to him - using the arm still settled on her back.
having said his piece, sergi moved to kiss her, which noa eagerly reciprocated. she had just been teasing him, but they always loved when her teasing brought up talks like this. though she was the more open of the two of them, she always felt calmer when hearing how he felt about her.
she didn't want to tell him that the reason why they clung to him so tightly every night was for similar reasons to his own. even after a short time of being together, she couldn't imagine going a day without their casual touches, or not spending a night cuddled up to his side.
still, she must've conveyed her feelings because he suddenly moved his hand up to the back of noa's neck. this both deepened their kiss, and made it easier for him to maneuver her under him as he rolled over. very quickly, they both forgot their earlier conversation as they started focusing on each other.
#might be ooc but idc bc i want to see them happy <3#blood moon if#for the sergi fanclub#takes place a few months after blood moon so noa is still careful to avoid sergis right side <3#but she will shift to sleeping on his right side after a while#(if only to get him to shut up about her sleeping on his arm)#noa x sergi#oc: noa sano#nett writes
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hi, i would love a matchup! im nonbinary and on the chubby side, i have a mullet and like to wear cottagecore/hippie clothes. i have a brother who i go everywhere with and would kill for, so family is definitely a priority! i like to crack jokes all the time and my humor varies from dad jokes to really dark. i like to draw and play video games, and i also have so many animals! snails, quail, cats, pigeons, you name it, i probably have it! im also definitely on the lazy side, but wont say no to a good adventure >:)
O.o you got so many animals! How do you keep track of them all?? Do your birds get along with your cats or do you need to keep them apart?
~~matching…~~matching~….~matching~~…~DING~
You match with Bear!
You match with Sky!
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(HT Sans) Bear:
It took a while for Bear to warm up to you, meaning he doesn’t speak at all if you don’t address him and he would often stare at you. But the moment you start talking about your animals he’ll perk up and open up way faster. He’s more of a listener than a talker. (With the difficulties with speech and all.) So Bear will often let you lead the conversations.
Bear freaking loves your animals. I’m for real, he works at an animal shelter and he feels right at home with animals. Please, please, please, please teach him how to take care of your sweethearts Bear and I swear he’ll take amazing care of them.
It’s also so adorable to watch his red eyelight enlarge as your cats or birds come up to him or perch on him. He will purr so bad it’s so sweet.
He’s so fascinated with your hair. How does it poof up so good at the place you have lots of it? Do you need to shear the sides often? May he touch it?
(If you let him for too long, he'll end up accidentally ruining your hairdo because he keeps touching and pawing at it and tangling his phalanges in your hair and stuff.)
Loves your chub, makes you look healthy and soft. You are more safe from him following you around with lots of snacks to feed you than a skinny partner. He’ll still offer you snacks but not as much as someone who’s skinny.
(Trauma from the underground, he has this urge to make sure his mate is fed and if you look fed his concerns and urges are more satiated.)
Family is very important to Bear, so seeing how much you care about your brother is a big plus in his book.
Hope you’re quite patient and understanding because Bear can be quite slow to process stuff, sometimes needing a hot minute of staring into nothingness to really take in the new information you’ve given him. This is true especially with instructions or explanations of things he’s never seen or done before like movies and videogames.
That being said; Bear likes to watch you play video games. He mostly watches with every now again a question or a comment. He won’t play them however, it often goes too fast for him to catch up or remember what to do or what button does what. A videogame he does like to play with you is either Sims or animal crossing but even then he often loses sight of what he’s supposed to do.
He likes your jokes a lot. Though sometimes it may take a while to get it. You could have said a dad joke and three minutes later he starts chuckling. He’s not as good at shooting rapid fire puns as he once was but he can still semi do it. The dad joke and pun battles you two hold are fun and legendary.
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(US Sans) Sky:
Agrees with the ‘kill for your brother’ mentally. He respects that. Sky acts as if he doesn’t like your dad jokes but he does, good dad jokes he enjoys more openly.
Sky loves your animal buddies, he treats them as if they are your kids. “JEFFERY STOP STARING AT YOUR BROTHER AS IF YOU’RE ABOUT TO LUNGE AT HIM.”
He really likes your clothing style, it fits you well.
Sky really enjoys tabletop games, he loves to play D&D so if you even dare to show an inkling of interest in it, sky will drag you to join him.
You make sure he sometimes takes the time to relax instead of constantly doing everything. So you being a bit of a lazing around fan is good. He needs to relax sometimes. However, be prepared to go on many walks in forests and parks.
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Bear is not one for poly, except if your other partner is Bean so sadly enough no poly.
I hope you enjoyed it though!
#200 followers matchup event#matchup event#matchup#undertale#sans#undertale x reader#sans x reader#horrortale sans x reader#horrortale x reader#horrortale sans#bear#horrortale#underswap#underswap sans x reader#underswap x reader#underswap sans#sky
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982 | Chapter 1: Pet 982
Contents: (institutional) pet whump, noncon body modification (implied, piercing), confinement, sedation/drugging, dehumanization, 1st person pov (whumpee's pov), ablism (referenced), lady whump (whumpee)
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It surprised me to be told I had been adopted. My whole life, I had thought, no, known, it was impossible. I thought I would forever live without a name, without an owner. As long as I can remember, I have known that I am defective. "982 is a lost cause," they would say as they gave tours to the sponsors who came to view the facility, while I huddled into the back corner of my kennel, "982 is defective."
When I was young, it made me sad. I still went through all the same training as the other pets, even though the trainers knew, the other pets knew, I knew there was no point. But as I got older, the sadness was slowly replaced with emptiness, and just a little bit of something I would almost call anticipation. Because when my expiration date finally came, I would at least get to be useful.
I would go and work instead of wasting away here. The trainers told us often how terrible it was to be sent to work, to scare the others into behaving, but it would be better there than waiting here forever, surrounded by cold concrete floors and the metal bars of kennels, wouldn't it?
But it doesn't matter now. Now, I will have an owner. Someone to give me a name and a home. Someone whom I can serve. Lyle was the one who told me, and they even permitted me to give them a hug. They had always been one of the nicest trainers, never hurting me for the things they knew were out of my control. "I hope my owner is as nice as Lyle," I think, before shoving the thought away. I shouldn't expect anything of my owner. They don't owe me anything. I owe them everything.
As Lyle walks me down the hall to a room I've never been in before, I am shaking with excitement. The ring of my collar is clinking against the clip of the leash, drawing their attention. Before opening the door, they ask "Are you alright, 982? Are you scared? You can speak."
"No, I'm sorry, mx. I am excited. Excited and happy," I say, doing my best to avoid squealing, instead using the calm, even tone we were taught to use when speaking.
"Ok. Try not to shake when you meet your owner, 982," they tell me kindly, but firmly. I nod obediently, but I am unsure whether I will be able to stop it. I mean, someone actually wants me! As Lyle leads me into the room, they tell me "Your owner is Ms. Ainsley Turner. She lives far away, so you will have to be mailed there." I nod again.
They have me sit on a table covered in crinkly paper. The tag in my ear is removed, and I get a glimpse of the dark, metal thing which has brought me so much pain. It is quickly replaced with a new tag, much smaller and lighter than the old one. My dark hair is pulled back into two long braids, to keep it from tangling during transit. The trainer's hands pull at my hair painfully, but I don't even flinch. I change into a soft, blue T-shirt and matching shorts. The trainers always have me wear blue: they say it looks the best on me. "Will my owner will dress me in purple?" I wonder. It's my favorite color. They take the glasses off of my face and place them in a small case. "Don't worry," Lyle reassures me, "we're mailing these too. We just don't want them to break and hurt you." I nod.
They don't give me any food or water. It will be about 24 hours until I arrive at my new home, and there won't be any way for me to use the restroom. Finally, they have me lie down in a plastic box. As I climb in, I bump my hand against the wall, and a hollow, empty thud echoes through my bones. It's padded at the bottom, but small. The only way for me to fit is to curl my knees up to my chest, so I do. "You will be sedated for most of the trip," I'm told, "but you will wake up several hours before you arrive. Behave well, 982." Then there is a prick in my arm, and I can hear the scraping sound of the lid being closed. A few specks of light still make their way through, but soon, my eyes grow heavy with artificial exhaustion, and darkness envelopes me.
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