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harrysonlylover · 8 months

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Summary: Your fiancée plans a trip to Italy after you get uncomfortable from the Summer heat.

Trope: CEO! H

WC:7.2k

Warnings: Jealousy, Possessiveness, mentions of pregnancy and ovulation, soft domrry.

A/n: so seepy besties don’t mind the mistakes.

CEO H Masterlist

Long hot summers are not for you.

Even though you’re unemployed, going out is still a must for you whether it be for hanging out with friends, running errands, or visiting Harry at his office.

Now that the heat is intensifying, you can’t bear making plans or even thinking about stepping out of the house. The high temperature makes sweat build and the humidity ruins your hair and overall mood, Summer was never your favorite season but now that you’re pregnant, you despise it.

Whining about it was unintentional, frankly, everyone was annoyed by the heat. At first, Harry panicked and begged you to stay indoors. His biggest fear was something happening to you when he wasn’t near, let alone now when you’re pregnant.

You did comply and stayed home for most of the days, but there is only so little you can do when you’re alone. You tried Pilates and Yoga for pregnant women with different instructors on YouTube, cooked new recipes that help with pregnancy, and changed the decoration in the living room twice. You even read some of the books Harry bought.

You’re one month into pregnancy and so far, you’ve only experienced morning sickness, fatigue at night, and frequent urination. The whole vomiting ordeal drains the life out of you, not only is it disgusting but it occurs every day.

Harry was over the clouds ever since he found out about the baby, he wanted to arrange a huge party for the celebration but you were against it and insisted on privacy for the first few months.

All it takes is for you to demand something and he would do it with a sealed mouth. He has been acting quite giddy and clingy, and much more obsessed with your body now that you’re pregnant.

He insisted that you gained some sort of glow even though you look dead after you vomit. The whole sickness part is what made him pouty and apologetic. For the first few days, he teared up and refused to go to his office, there wasn’t much you could say because you were feeling quite shitty.

Then it became less frequent but it didn’t stop him from feeling bad, he kept saying ‘Sorry’ over and over again because he knocked you up and caused all this fuss. He wouldn’t listen even when you assured him that it was just a part of the pregnancy.

Flower bouquets decorated the apartment every single day. He is aware that you have a spacious backyard with a garden that houses different types of plants but no. Every morning he sent out a flower delivery and a handwritten card by him, not the florist.

‘Morning my dove, hope you have an amazing day. Thought I’d give the orchids a try today. Eat well and rest for the little peanut. I love you endlessly. XOXO.’

That was one example out of many. He might as well invest in a flower shop.

As for the unbearable heat, even the poor flowers didn’t handle it. It reached up to 35 degrees every day and you couldn’t move from the couch even though the entire penthouse was air-conditioned.

You weren’t mentioning the temperature on purpose but Harry always listened intently even if your conversations meant nothing. He simply hummed and warned you to not go outside as he was already running errands for you.

It wasn’t until two days later when you woke up to the sound of bags zipping that you noticed what he had done.

“Sweetheart I made you breakfast, please eat it so we can get going to Italy.”

That was all he had to say as you glanced at the set of bags he packed, one of them being unfamiliar. At least five bags were waiting to be picked up by Harry’s chauffeur.

You didn’t have the heart to question anything because you knew that he did it for your comfort, even though he could easily say that it was business for the new branch in Italy.

You enjoyed the omelette with veggies that he prepared as you observed him walking around in shorts and a ‘Daddy’ shirt. Yes, a fucking ‘Daddy’ shirt.

He was making phone calls in Italian, you understood very little but you could tell that he was asking for his yacht and something about his villa.

Maybe it’s the pregnancy or simply your love for him but the way he was handling these things for you and casually strolling in such clothes with his biceps flexing every time he switched the phone from one ear to another with his other hand in his pocket….

Some drool fell on the omelette but it was nothing compared to the wetness between your thighs. He’s already looking like a dilf and you’re only one month pregnant.

“Baby I’ll clean the plates so you can take a shower before we leave. I packed all of your stuff.” He pressed a long kiss to your cheek and caressed your tummy before ushering you to your shared bedroom.

In your head you replied with ‘Yes Daddy’ and he was just taking care of you, nothing sexual!

It’s going to be a torturous vacation.

The flight to Italy was smooth and comfortable, not that he would allow anything less. He used one of his private jets and demanded to land at the nearest airport to his villa so you could avoid getting road sickness.

Whenever work got crowded and pressuring, Harry escaped to Tuscany. He was eager to introduce you to his villa in his haven. The first time he invited you he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, not that he doesn’t usually stare,but Italy is precious and so were you.

You napped on the way to the villa, resting your head on Harry’s chest as he wrapped his arm around your body, not forgetting to leave kisses on your face.

Once you arrived, he thanked his chauffeur and tipped him using a checkbook before asking you to rest and hydrate as he unpacked the suitcases. Of course, you knew better than to offer your help.

Harry’s villa was surrounded by vineyards and acres of land, he decorated it with paintings picked from all around the globe and furniture that was designed by a local Italian artist.

In the center of the living room, he has a wall dedicated to pictures of you together, from trips to random candid shots around the house. Your lip quivered as you thought of the pictures that will soon join the collection but with a new member.

You followed Harry to the bedroom and leaned against the wall watching him unpack your suitcase even though you’re capable of doing it. You approached him slowly and pressed your body to his back, allowing your lips to linger over his shoulder blade.

“I felt that something was different but it was just my baby love.” He discarded the items in his hands and turned around to wrap your body around his.

“Do you want me to help—“

“No. You know how I feel about this. Leave it to me.” His voice was stoic and straightforward, the same one he used around the office.

“What is this suitcase anyway, I haven’t seen it before.” You pointed to the unfamiliar suitcase that you first saw at the penthouse.

“It’s yours.” He stepped aside to reveal a wide range of summer clothes still in their tag, along with different types of bikinis, all being luxury brands.

“Harry! What is this?” You searched through the full suitcase, gasping at the price on the tags. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been with your fiancée because you still haven’t come around to how much he spends on clothes. Let alone on you.

“Thought you’d want to try on new stuff while we’re here and we’re going swimming…” Harry loved to spoil you no matter what the item was. Though he never told you, he gets some sort of thrill or ego boost whenever he sees you wearing clothes that he picked out himself and paid for. Call him him weird, obsessive, or even crazy but his head becomes filled with unholy things when you wear what he chose. As for the bikinis…. With your small bump or at least the knowledge of knocking you up.

May the lord have mercy on him.

There was nothing for you to say except a ‘thank you’, followed by a ‘no need’ from him and a forehead kiss. As you glanced around the room, you noticed that he arranged everything in its place leaving nothing for you to unpack.

“Sweetheart you should start getting ready we’re spending the day on our yacht.” He shouted from the bathroom where he was making sure that all your skincare and toiletries were present.

Harry always referred to things as yours and his, even though everything was paid for with his money, not yours. The sentiment of it made you feel warm.

You glanced at all the pieces Harry bought till your eyes landed on a skimpy bikini that would barely cover your breasts or pussy…

You smiled to yourself as you placed it aside and grabbed a towel to shower. The teasing game between you and Harry was never-ending. You acted like cave people around each other when one of you was half-naked or just looking yummy.

If you were still trying to conceive, you and Harry probably wouldn’t have left the villa not that he isn’t all over you now, because boy he is.

If he wants to wear a ‘Daddy’ shirt then he might as well preach it.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself relaxing on the yacht, as you went through your beach bag to fetch the essentials. A beige dress with a simple cut near the breast area hugged your body as you hid the revealing bikini underneath it.

“Babes, is the SPF with you?” You lifted your eyes upward only to be met with your shirtless fiancée, his arms raised on the doorway and body leaning forward. The shorts were barely hiding anything, his hips were on display and if he tugged the fabric slightly, everyone would be graced with the sight of his cock.

He had an amused smile on as he lazily chewed gum and taunted you with knowing eyes from behind his Gucci sunnies. Handsome motherfucker. You might as well ovulate again right there and then even if you’re already pregnant.

You offered him a nod and tossed the cream in his direction, but why not give him a show too?

You took off your dress in front of him and everyone who was nearby.

The bralette was strapless and tight on your breasts prompting your cleavage to appear plumper, as for the bikini bottom it was a thong.

You kept a casual attitude around him as you folded your dress aside and unpacked the beach bag while sparing him glances to delight in the sight of his clenched fists and tense body.

He was a soft dominant in bed, he disliked all that ‘punishment’ stuff. Pleasure to him is something sacred, if you want to get spanked then ask for it, and if you want soft lovemaking then you should ask for it too.

You weren’t the only ones around, after all this was an area known for welcoming the wealthy so it wasn’t a surprise when you noticed the few other yachts positioned near you.

“Put it on me.” Harry handed you the sunscreen as he stood in front of you giving you a stern look. Whenever he used this facial expression with you, you knew that he was feeling it.

You squirted a small amount of the creamy SPF before lathering it all over his chest and abs, your hands were completely covered as you glided them over his skin.

His body towered over you and you could feel his gaze on you even though he had sunglasses on. He was enjoying your hands all over his hard abs especially when you slowed down your pace to take in the sight in front of you.

Would it be so bad to drop on your knees in public?

“The way you’re rubbing shows me that you’re desperate sweetie.” You avoided responding verbally and instead raised your face to taunt him with a wicked smile as your hands tortuously massaged his skin before reaching his hips and giving extra attention to the fern tattoo. With each glide, his shorts got looser and looser, his happy trail was on display, and when you glanced down you got a peek at his cock by toying with the waistband.

“Should I go for the biceps too?” You put on an innocent act, which he didn’t mind at all. He nodded at your request and turned around to give you a better angle.

“You should sit down, I can’t reach you.” He was taller than you by some good inches and that didn’t stop you from reaching him, but of course, you wanted to play your little game which he complied with.

He took a seat on the sunbathing lounge chair, with his legs spread dangerously. Instead of beginning to apply the cream on his biceps, you abruptly seated yourself on his thigh, not forgetting to let out a subtle moan at the friction or pretend to fix your position by going back and forth on his thigh.

Again, he did not seem fazed by your actions. Not because he’s unimpressed but because he adored it when you were all over him, and it showed when he wrapped his entire arm around your body, giving you easier access to his biceps but also making sure to knead your ass with his palms.

You had to use both hands to rub one bicep and still, it took longer than expected. The more he kneaded your ass, the more his bicep flexed making you drool over his body and push yourself more against him for friction.

“I thought I told you to put protection not ride my thigh.” His voice was delicious, yet so near to your ear which didn’t help your current situation.

“I’m not! Just getting comfy…” You lied to his face and continued to rub the sunscreen on his muscles. His face was inches away from yours trying to intimidate you in a good way. You always get flustered when stared at for too long, and Harry knows how to play his game.

“I can feel the moist and warmness on my thigh.” Your hands stopped gliding at his words, you knew better than to lie, he had you memorized like the back of his palm.

He slowly guided your cream-covered hand to his chest area and moved it along his skin back and forth, his alibi was seeking sun protection but his real motive was to get you riled up.

“You could lie to anyone except the person who made you pregnant.”

Playing dumb was your method. You delighted in touching his skin and toned muscles before asking him to do the same to you. You settled on your stomach, enjoying his calloused fingers running all over your back and shoulders. And of course, you offered him moans.

“You’re in for it sweetheart.” He warned as he headed off inside not even attempting to hide his visible hard on.

Too bad he left before you took off your bikini…

An hour later, you left your initial spot and sailed ahead basking in the cool wind and warm summer sun that didn’t have you begging for winter. Harry brought you refreshing drinks, water bottles, and plates of fruits.

He had switched his attitude and turned into a sweetheart, It wasn’t on purpose, but it’s how he is. He turned on the autopilot and excitedly propped himself near you. He opened a water bottle and handed it to you, asking you to have some sips despite doing that earlier as well.

Then he gave you some cherries and peeled an apple with deep focus, feeding it to you with his hand, before rubbing on your stomach and inquiring if little peanut is causing a fuss.

He rested his head on your tummy, as his lips lingered there for a while offering love to you and peanut with his fingers dancing along your hips and thighs. You swiped your hands through his hair, giving him head scratches making him a satisfied fiancée.

A straw hat covered your face from the sun, and the sound of the waves muffled Harry’s voice. He spoke to your tummy but none of the words reached your ear, but it’s fine since he seemed to have a little private moment with Peanut.

As much as he wanted to bask in this blessing, his job was to check on you. He lifted himself up barely fifteen minutes later and reapplied sunscreen to your arms, insisted on pouring water over your head because the sun was out and about, and fed you an apricot.

Most of the time his gestures are nonsexual but oh well he’s a gentleman, your gentleman, and everything he did turned you on. After leaving you alone earlier, you ogled him as his hands steered the wheel and sailed the yacht. Obviously, his biceps contracted which did not help at all since you recalled rubbing lotion on them. He even placed the pilot hat on his head.

His curls fell all over his face, and his back muscles flexed with every steer of the wheel. The weather was amazing yet the heat followed you here in the form of your fiancée.

There was nothing you could do except spread your legs, as you observed him doing regular things that got you frothing at the mouth.

And now his extensive care and dotting made it much worse. You know that other men do not act the way he does nor take care of their pregnant women this way, you’ve seen some bad examples.

“Are your muscles knotted? Do you want to get up?” His voice pulled you out of your dirty thoughts, showing his concerned face.

“All good.” You smiled at him and pulled his face in for a kiss.

Another yacht approached yours blasting loud music interrupting your little bubble. It was the same yacht that was next to you before sailing, many young adults were on board probably enjoying their euro summer.

Harry got up to take a look scoffing at how loud the music was, they were dancing in bikinis and shorts, distributing drinks, and singing along with the song.

“Scusatemi, potreste abbassare il volume della musica per favore?” He shouted to the group of girls whose yacht was in close proximity.

“Si Bello!” One of the girls replied before sending a flying kiss his way making the others erupt in giggles.

That was your cue to get up. You don’t have much knowledge on the language but you don’t need translation to know that she’s flirting with your fiancée, who was fucking smiling.

You walked toward him placing your arms around his body and waved to the group of girls as if your blood wasn’t boiling. Their faces dropped upon seeing you as they sent a fake smile your way.

“H, let’s continue sunbathing.” As soon as he heard you whispering, he knew you were off. You only used this tone with him when you were mad or up to something devilish. It wasn’t a suggestion as well.

“Of course babe.” He guided you to the huge lounge chair but instead of helping you to lie down, it was the other way around. He didn’t object nor open his mouth and from the look of mischief on your face, he won’t be questioning anything.

You straddled his lap positioning your pussy right over his crotch and inched your face closer, catching his lips in a kiss. You rested your hand on the side of his neck, deepening the kiss as you moved back and forth on his clothed cock.

“Wha—what’s gotten into you?” He panted in between kisses, with his hand wrapped around your ass.

“Am I not allowed to kiss my fiancée?” You didn’t part your lips from his and spoke in a muffled voice.

Ah, so you were feeling possessive.

“Anytime you want babe, you own me.” He played along by kneading your ass and pushing his tongue further into your mouth. Your jaw grew sore from how feverish the kiss was but Harry became relentless.

Your body leaned backward from the intensity of his kiss, and his hands roamed your body, gripping your skin tightly before moving on to another area. He moaned into your mouth and pressed his hard on to your pussy.

You knew that they were watching and that was exactly what you wanted. You didn’t care if you appeared petty or crazy. He was yours.

“You’re such a needy slut.” He had to pull you away by wrapping his hand around your throat. Your lips were swollen and the look of mischief was still painted across your face.

“Look who’s talking, weren’t you flirting around with those girls?” You tilted your head to the side, relishing the way his facial expression changed.

“Watch the words that come out of your mouth dove.” His grip against your throat tightened and the warning in his eyes was serious.

“Or what? You’ll leave and party with them?” His stern look revealed his clear irritation that he could no longer hide.

“You’re getting too mouthy. Up.” He snaked a hand to the back of your thighs, lifting you both in the process.

Again, he isn’t a man who delights in “punishment”. If he wants to be a tease or rough then so be it, he doesn’t have to call it a punishment. The one thing that he would never do is embarrass you in a situation where he is aware of your feelings, and right now you’re jealous.

He didn’t dismiss that, he’ll prove you wrong inside but for now, he has his lips attached to the nape of your neck, while his hand wanders between your hips and bum. Of course, the girls who fancied him were looking as he was all over you.

Once you were in the clear and away from prying eyes, in the safety of the bedroom inside the yacht, Harry switched his demeanor.

He guided you to the bed where you sat at the edge admiring your annoyed fiancée who gave you a promise to destroy you with his eyes.

He stood in front of you, his crotch so close to your face as he raised your chin upward. A curl had fallen on his forehead but it didn’t help in erasing his irritation.

The smell of the summer breeze and salt penetrated the room but was not enough to dismiss his cologne. He swiped his finger over your bottom lip, as your eyes ogled him starting from his pumped chest down to his chiseled abs and toned V line, right where your eye level was.

“I’m going to ask you questions and you will answer in full sentences.” His voice, low and raspy indicated that he was not up for silly games.

“Yes Sir.” You shamelessly tried to take his finger inside your mouth but he didn’t allow it. Instead, you kept gazing at his hips where the shorts were loose.

“Who’s your fiancée?” You felt his engagement ring digging into your neck as he wrapped his hand there.

“You Sir.” You answered without hesitation hoping to get away with squirming your thighs.

“Who owns you?” His pupils darkened and his voice got deeper.

“You sir.”

It stayed this way for a few other questions…

“Who worships you?”

“Who got you pregnant?”

“Who loves you endlessly?”

All of them were followed by a weak ‘You Sir’ as you rubbed your thighs together feeling aroused more than usual just from his veined hand over your throat (and the questions).

“Then why are you being a brat?” He questioned with his face inches away from yours, noses bumping together while you looked into each other’s eyes. His were dark and hungry, yours were bright and needy.

You shrugged your shoulders, avoiding a verbal response, pretending to be clueless about your attitude. Honestly you just couldn’t help it, your blood boiled when you saw how they eyed him.

“Maybe some cock will refresh your mind?” He tugged down on his shorts revealing his thick girth, red at the tip and already leaking precum.

He always knew what game to play, where to touch, what to say and how to make you surrender to him. The fact is that as much as he was obsessed with your pussy and body, you were equally infatuated with his cock.

There was no such thing before Harry, but when it came down to him everything changed, including your perspectives on dicks.

“Poor baby, is that what you want? Craving some cock to make your brain mushy?” He cooed in a mocking tone as he tapped the tip on your bottom lip, not giving you a chance to take it inside your mouth.

You stuck your tongue out at him to show him that you need it, but he definitely had other plans in his mind. His pre cum leaked on your lips and dribbled down your chin, your tongue instinctively tried to lick his cum but he knew you’d try and do that. Instead, he beat you to it and picked them up with his finger observing the subtle pout in your lips when he took them away.

“Hmm so good.” He brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean to tease you with outrageous moans.

“Please, let me suck on it.” Your eyes darted to his veiny hand that was wrapped around his thick swollen length that is asking to be sucked.

“You do need it… maybe it’ll fix that brain of yours.” He caressed your cheek with his knuckles as one last gentle moment before coming closer, and forcing your mouth open to push his cock in.

His eyes rolled back almost immediately at the warmth of your mouth, you didn’t complain nor protest, you got to work right away as you went down on your knees with your hands going up and down on his thigh, then to the base of his cock where you cupped his balls.

Your warm mouth was heaven to him. For some reason, sinful thoughts began to flood his mind uncontrollably as he imagined you going down on your knees a few months from now as he looks down to get a view of your ruined sight, with his cock in your mouth and your big bump protruding.

“Fuck’s sake! I gave you my seed yet you still get down on your knees like a little slut for my cum.” He groaned audibly, rocking his hips back and forth enjoying the feeling of your tongue licking his cock from the base to the tip.

Whenever you gave Harry a blowjob, you had to use both of your hands. That’s how big he was. One had would be wrapped around the base while the other stroked the shaft and eased it into your mouth where your cheeks would hollow around it, as you swirl your tongue and push his length as far as you can.

The sound of your gagging was music to his ears, let alone the mischief in your eyes as you looked up to him while removing his cock from your mouth to allow the mix of saliva and pre cum to dribble down your chin, before you take him in again and moan as you squirm your thighs and shift.

“Such a good warm hole.” He patted your hair as if you were his pet while he rocked his hips faster in your mouth and smirked at the way his abs flexed.

You were absolutely insatiable when it came to his cock. You already sense the soreness in your jaw but you couldn’t care less. Your head kept bobbing on his cock back and forth, you wanted to drain the cum from him and from the look on his face, it is no secret that euphoria is hitting him.

“Fuck my mouth harder Mr. Styles.” You let out his cock from your mouth with a pop, only to reveal your scratchy voice due to his cock hitting the back of your throat. You smiled back at him with your face covered in cum and saliva, as if you were daring him.

“You won’t be speaking for days.” His hand roughly grabbed a fistful of your hair before thrusting his cock harshly inside your mouth, he maintained a vigorous pace of thrusts as the sound of intense gagging filled the room.

His hips snapped roughly as he treated your mouth like a vagina. Thrust after the other with no remorse, feeling his entire body light up from the heat of your mouth and the skill of your tongue.

Your nails dug into his thighs leaving crescent marks on his skin. Tears were streaming down your cheeks due to his roughness, the sting from his grasp on your hair intensified the feeling of pain and pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” He threw his head back as your nose bumped his happy trail. Everything felt overwhelming. Your tongue didn’t stop for one second, the veins along his girth were caressed by it, let alone his sensitive tip that leaked drop of cum that you happily choked on.

He murmured words of praise followed by a warning of his close release, his grip on your hair got loose as all the blood in his body rushed to his cock.

You broke a new record for holding your breath but it was definitely worth it, the furrow of his eyebrows, parted lips and Adam’s apple that protruded from throwing his head back and swallowing down his throat.

His cock twitched followed by the most lustful moan as he released his load, it flooded your mouth seeing as you had him fully tucked inside. You choked on the large amount of cum and pulled him out to properly swallow what he gave you. Harry was observing your movements making him release even more. Your entire face was covered with cum, some drool and saliva dripped down from your chin landing on your thighs. The cum you attempted to swallow leaked from the corners of your mouth as your hand gripped Harry’s cock tightly, aiming to milk it completely as you stuck your tongue out to not waste any drop.

“That’s it baby…drink it all up.” His sensitive tip oozed more cum into your open mouth, twitching in your hand when you squeeze at the base.

You kept swallowing his seed for what felt like ages, he released a huge load and you got dizzy from thinking about how he gave you such loads almost everyday. No wonder you get pregnant.

“Good girl, swallowing it down your tummy?” You couldn’t reply nor hum, sure you could nod but you were far too gone. After all you’re both equally obsessed with each other.

Your mouth stayed open for a while as Harry swiped his thumb over the corner of your mouth, before bringing it inside for you to suck on.

“Can’t waste any drop baby.” He caressed your cheek lovingly while you attempted to lick your lips and any area that you forgot about. Harry’s low deep voice did things to your body, let alone the sight of his toned body that you were graced with.

There’s just something about your fiancée’s body.

A few moments later, Harry lowered himself to your level pressing a kiss to your temple as he snaked a hand to the back of your thighs to lift you up on the bed with one arm.

He placed you on your back gently before moving his lips all over your tummy down to your legs where kisses your scratched knees from going down on him.

“My pretty girl bruising her pretty legs for cum.” He murmured, rubbing his thumb on your ankle.

If he had kept moaning while you sucked him and ogled his muscled body, or even pumped more of his seed into your mouth, you probably would’ve came right there and then without him touching you.

The way his eyes closed as he bit his bottom lip and clenched his fist making veins protrude in his arm, just to hold back a scandalous moan will always be engraved in your mind.

But of course he did not hold back the moans. He’s too much of a slut to do that.

Your breathing was ragged as his hands explored your lower body, you were already too aroused and Harry just won’t get to the point. Your bikini bottom is definitely wetter than it would be if you had gotten into the water.

“What’s that baby?” He cooed, pressing his nose to your clothed (and extremely wet) pussy. He took a long inhale closing his eyes as his grip tightened on your thighs before opening his eyes again. His pupils had gotten darker.

“I could smell your leaking pussy from miles away. Are you that achy?”

He was mocking you.

It was no surprise that you got insanely wet from making him cum, he knows how easily you can get aroused from the simplest of things like seeing him naked or from his actions as a gentleman toward you.

Besides being feral and primal about breeding you (which he did successfully), he tends to have a certain affinity for smelling your wetness…

Perhaps it messes with his hormones, turns him on even more or he genuinely loves the smell which would be normal as he spends most of his free time between your thighs.

“Harry you know it hurts, just fuck me.” You whined throwing your head back, trying to ignore his devilish grin that tells you he’s up to no good.

“Oh I will darling but how about some questions first?” He took your bikini off so that you were both completely naked and bare for each other.

His muscular body towered over you making you feel safe in his embrace, his cross necklace dangled in front of your face and you couldn’t help but bring your hand forward to move the fallen hair strands from his face.

“Yes love.” You were not sure what these questions were but from the look in his eyes, you knew that you won’t be moving your legs for a few days.

His eyes took in your face features with a cheesy smile plastered on his face, the same one he has on when he tells you that he adores you. He inched his face forward till your noses bumped together and his cologne consumed your thoughts.

His hand slowly reached down to your inner thighs where he rubbed circles dangerously close to your cunt.

“Are you wet because… you wish I could breed you again?…” His eyes burned into yours, his body weight pressing on you.

“…because you sucked me off?” Your breath hitched in your throat when he inserted a finger inside your warm cunt, so that the only sounds heard were the calm waves, the beating of your hearts and the sound of your wet cunt being used.

“…or because you love the idea of being fucked by your fiancée while others want him?” He added in another finger, pushing them deep inside feeling how they got soaked instantly. He fucked them slowly in and out as his eyes raked your facial expression, and relished in the clenching of your warm cunt around his fingers.

“All of them.” You answered as quickly as you could before pouring all of your focus on his fingers, they were now three massaging your folds delicately. Your hands instinctively clung to his back, as you dug your nails into his skin.

“That’s my good girl.” He increased his pace and you knew that some of your wetness must have splashed the sheets. You pushed yourself against his hand for deeper access, making him spank your bum with his other hand.

“I need you inside of me please.” Your begging was frantic and rushed.

“Could never resist this cunt baby.” He pulled his fingers out, and glided his hand over your hips making your skin soaked with your own arousal, as he nipped on your neck (the more hickeys the better).

Heat radiated off your bodies that were intertwined in the best way one could imagine, but both of you needed more. Harry asked for reassurance before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in slowly.

The first few moments of entering your cunt were better than the whole experience. The clenching of your walls, your warmness, tightness and the tiny whimpers in his ear as your foreheads touch was priceless to him.

It never mattered if the sex was soft or rough, it will always be love making to him.

Love,love,love.

“So fucking tight.” He groaned as he slowly thrusted himself inside your snug cunt, before stilling his hips and taking a deep breath to avoid cumming so soon.

“Full.” It was all you managed to say. Harry’s length could make you cry from how warm and full it makes you feel. Clenching around him is unintentional, it just happens yet you can’t help it. The pain and burn you feel at first made you drool at the mouth, you didn’t mind a little pain kink but whenever his tip pushes through your tight walls, your brain goes numb.

It was as if your cunt itself begged him to go inside. Deeper.

He continued to push himself in till your hips were against each other. You were back in your element, skin on skin, soft rocking, hungry kisses and euphoric feelings.

All the blood was rushing to your engorged clitoris that is growing more sensitive with every passing day, Harry raised your leg over his hip for a deeper angle that made you moan audibly.

His thrusts found a faster pace and you felt the veins on his thick length massage your velvet walls. The sound of wetness echoed in the room as he repeatedly hit your cervix.

“Don’t you ever doubt my love for you.” His tone was both a mix of anger and reassurance. He hated what you implied, how you thought for even a split second that he would look at someone else.

Your walls pulled him in even further with more clenching as you wrapped your legs around his hips and pressed the heel of your feet into his bum in an attempt to get him deeper (if that was even possible).

“I love you.” You whispered through short pants with your nails leaving fresh marks on his skin. His cock worked itself inside your snug cunt, in and out till you could feel him in your tummy, which he probably could too as he was glued to your body.

“Deeper please. Just want you inside.” Some teardrops fell down on your cheek from the pleasure and love you’re feeling and your need for him to be so deep inside. Whenever you had sex, Harry would fuck you so deep you’d feel him for days, yet still it doesn’t seem enough for you.

But his brain worked the exact same way in a repetitive mantra : deep inside y/n, deep inside y/n…

“Yes babylove, gonna leave you sore for a while.” Your bags always contained at least one lube bottle and a cream for soreness because well.. your fiancée is feral.

He picked up his speed with one hand balanced on the mattress and the other pressing on your throat right where his cock reached a few minutes ago.

“This cock made you pregnant. Isn’t that right baby?” His voice was straight out of an erotica book, but you couldn’t reply. You were simply lying down, taking his cock that is thrusting into you hard and fast with your eyes shut as you savored the blissful feeling.

The headboard banged against the wall as the sound of skin slapping filled the room and you almost forgot that you were out in the open on a yacht. Harry imprinted himself everywhere.

His cock fucking you roughly, his hand on your neck, the ache in your muscles, drool on your chin, old and fresh bruises on your skin, your engagement ring and the baby in your tummy.

You let out a string of curse words followed by short words in which you asked him to keep fucking you. The pressure on your neck loosened but only so he could use his hand to pull your face in for a passionate kiss.

“You own me baby. Never forget that.” He stilled his hips for a few moments before pulling himself out, only to thrust back in immediately knocking the breath out of your lungs.

He provided some attention to your perky sensitive nipples right as you stuck your tongue out at him, which he knew was an order to spit onto your tongue. A string of saliva fell from his mouth right into yours before he connected your lips again, moaning into each other’s mouths.

“I’m close.” Your clitoris was so sensitive and lately you’ve been cumming way sooner than you usually do. Your sweaty skin clung onto Harry’s as your orgasm washed over your body with one particular thrust to your cervix.

Harry followed upon hearing you moaning his name as he spurted hot cum inside your walls. The feeling of his seed flowing inside you was peak euphoria. You’re not sure if you could ever have him wear a condom again.

You bit his shoulder knowing how much he liked it but also because you lost your mind when he came inside your pussy. You felt his cum leak from where you were connected down to your thighs and onto the sheets.

“I love being stuffed by your cum.” You whispered a few moments later, earning a chuckle from him.

“Me too my love. Pussy’s made for me.” His fingers danced along your hips and slowly went down near your thighs where he swiped some of the cum that leaked, bringing it to your mouth. You immediately sucked on it and swallowed without hesitation.

“Too fucking greedy. Didn’t let me taste.” He pouted and pretended to be hurt before pushing his tongue inside your mouth.

His cum was still flowing inside your pussy, opting you to clench around his cock. He hissed from the pulsing and swatted your bum as a warning.

“Do you want me to pull out?” He whispered after a few minutes while kissing your temple.

“No just a bit more please.” You shook your head and pulled him closer.

“Whatever you want my love.” Staying inside your warm cum filled pussy was torture, and you knew that of course. His twitching did not go unnoticed but you loved it.

“Do you realise that i’m loyal to you only? I don’t want anyone else.” He murmured with his head resting on your breast.

“I know. You’re mine.” You swiped a hand through his hair before tracing his face with your fingers.

Getting jealous was a natural instinct, but at the end of the day you’re the one he fucks till he’s out of breath and of course you’re the mother of his child.

You’re his and he’s yours. It was as simple as that.

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Slutmas Day 5

Double Stuffed (Matt+Nate)

Request: No (I actually hate this so much so please be nice, I know it sucks)

Warnings: Double vaginal penetration, fwb!Nate, use of marijuana, use of ma/mamas, voyeurism if you squint, slight daddy kink, boys kissing (just to please y/n) lmk if I missed any

“You think you can take two dicks?” “We’re both dying to be inside you”

Group Chat

Homies 😮‍💨

Matt🪼

i’m bored, wanna hang out?

Y/n🪩

i’m down

i just got back from the dispo, do you guys wanna come over and smoke?

Chris🍊

you guys choose the one day i’m fucking busy

Nate🎱

oh i’m for sure coming

Nick🦜

as much as i’d love to go, i already made plans with madi 🥺

i’ll be there in spirit tho 😙

Matt🪼

bet! let me get changed n pick nate up then we’ll be there

Y/n🪩

be fast

Nate🎱

don’t be impatient

Real Life

Nate’s pov

I was so happy that Y/n invited us over after Matt said he was bored. I got even happier when she told us she just got weed. We haven’t hung out in like two weeks too so we’re also gonna catch up a bit. I grabbed my phone and put my shoes on before waiting on Matt, once he was finished getting ready, he picked me up and we started driving. “Hey Nate, can I lowkey confess something?” Matt asked me in a serious tone as he drove.

“Yeah of course man, what’s up?” I responded, “I- uh I don’t know how to say it without it being weird but I feel like whenever we smoke with Y/n/n…” he trailed off, trying to think of better wording. Matt just blurted out “…all I can ever think about is all the different ways I know I could make her cum. You know, like I think about is how many times I could make her cum by doing a specific thing” I laughed at Matt’s dramatic sigh at the end.

“Dude… now you’re gonna have ME thinking about that shit all night! Now that you mention it though, I have had dreams about making her cum and would love to see how many times I could make it happen!” I joked back. “We’re bad friends bro! Let’s try not to do that all night, and don’t look at me with your stupid little obvious faces” he chuckled as we pulled into Y/n’s driveway. Immediately, we were greeted by Y/n, she looked so cute in her shorts, and tank top with her messy bun/clip.

“Matty! Nathan!” she yelled while opening the front door, she knows how much Matt hate being called that, and that’s why she does it. We went into her house and got comfy around the coffee table, “Here” Y/n gesture towards the table. “I just got my nails done so one of you has to roll” she giggled as she jumped into the blanket on the couch.

3rd person pov

The boys laughed at their friend before they sat in front of the table and rolled three joints each. “Scoot over I want some blanket!” Matt yelled, nudging his best friend so she’d move. “Oww, you boney fuck! No kisses for you tonight!” she jokingly said back as Matt dug his elbow into her ribs. Eventually, all three of us took and lit a joint, nobody really saying anything until their first one was gone.

“Can I take my shirt off? It’s not hot, I just wanna be more comfortable” Matt asked, “Can I take my pants off? I wanna be more comfy too” Nate added with a pout. “You know you guys don’t have to ask to do things, right?” Y/n/n laughed at her two friends as they stood up to remove their clothing. “Yeah I know, but I didn’t want to just randomly stand up and pull my pants off in front of you” Nate laughed, “Oh, if I wanted to be more comfortable, I’d just take off my pants or shirt i don’t give a fuck” she laughed back while standing up.

Y/n’s pov

As I got up to go plug my phone in, Nate harshly slapped my ass, giving it a quick squeeze, “We know. Just look at that outfit… you look like a hoe!” Nate said in a fake serious tone, causing us all to laugh. I sat back down while rolling my eyes as I handed the boys their second joint, which we quickly started smoking. “Yeah Y/n/n, you always wear slutty outfits around us. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like us seeing your body” Matt smirked at Nate, on my other side.

“Shut up, I do not! I just find my body sexy and like to show it off. Stop acting like you’re not a literal sex icon” I shoved Matt. Nate pulled me closer to him, immediately messing with Matt, you see, the thing is that Nate and I have been hooking up for a little over a year. Meaning we’re friends with benefits, which explains why we’re always so touchy. Nate placed one of his hands on my inner thigh near my pussy, lightly teasing my clit trough the layers of clothes.

Once we finished our second joints, Matt seems to finally notice Nate’s hand, which had now moved my shorts and panties to the side. At this point, Nate was now full-on rubbing my bare clit, I was so high right now that I honestly didn’t give a fuck that Matt was right there. Anyways, Matt saw Nate’s hand when he turned to look at me, the room now being silent since the movie we were watching ended.

3rd Person pov

Nate was just mindlessly scrolling through his phone until his brother spoke. “Oh my god- Nate!!” he gasped, “Huh?” the younger asked, unamused by Matt’s outburst. “Dude, why are rubbing Y/n’s clit!? And why in front of me!?” Matt yelled, confused and completely unaware of the conversation the other two had a week prior.

•FLASHBACK STARTS•

3rd Person pov

Nate and Y/n were making out after he ate her out, slightly dirty talking in between kisses. Wanting to tease Nate a bit, Y/n pulled away to start speaking, lightly cupping the side of his face. “I wish you would grow a beard like Matt, he looks so hot when he doesn’t shave” she pouted.

This made Nate get slightly more possessive, clenching his jaw in jealousy. “Oh, so you wanna fuck him now too? Fucking whore!” Nate groaned. “I just wanna know how his beard would feel between my legs” the older girl pouted, resulting in Nate slamming into her.

Y/n wasn’t ready so it kind of hurt, but that pain quickly turned into pleasure as Nate continued to roughy thrust into her. “Such a whore! You want us both to fucking destroy you, huh? Maybe I’ll make it happen for you one day, babe” he teased. “Please!” she cried out, knowing Nate was definitely gonna have his fun with her now that he’s jealous.

•FLASHBACK ENDS•

Real Life

Matt’s pov

Seeing Y/n’s wet pussy cover my best friends fingers with her slick was so fucking hot. Neither of them noticed me looking so I just watched as his two fingers glide through her fold before I decided to speak up. “Oh my god- Nate!?” I yelled in fake confusion as if I wasn’t just watching him. Nate gave back a small “Huh?” without looking up from his phone, so I decided to be a bit more dramatic with my reaction.

“Dude, why are you rubbing y/n’s clit!? And why in front of me!?” I gasped like I was shocked. Y/n didn’t say anything and just looked directly up at Nathan, pink lightly brushing across her cheeks. “Because it’s what I always do when I smoke with just Y/n/n and she likes it. Figured you wouldn’t mind based off what you said on the way over” he shrugged, lowkey putting our conversation on blast.

That kinda put me in my place, making my eyes go wide, “Oh- um well, uh… continue doing your thing then I guess” I nervously stuttered out before my phone went off and was confused to see Nate’s contact messaging me.

iMessages

Nate🎱

you can go ahead and touch her, i know you want to

swap your fingers out for mine and welder how long it takes her to realize

Matt🪼

are you crazy!?

i’m not gonna touch y/n with her permission!

Nate🎱

oh trust me matthew, you have her permission

god she wants to fuck you so bad, even tells me about it when were having sex

always asking me to grow a beard so she can pretend i’m you when i eat her out

Matt🪼

stfu dude you’re lying

just because you say that doesn’t mean she actually said it and it’s true

Nate🎱

yeah yeah just watch this

Real life

Matt’s pov

I turned off my phone and looked over at Nate with a confused face. Well at least that was until he smirked at me and texted someone else, which I’m assuming was Y/n because two seconds later her phone went off. I saw her read the message and smile, “Will you guys roll 3 more joints and a blunt for us to share please?” she asked, looking directly at me with puppy dog eyes.

Obviously I wasn’t gonna say no because it’s been a few hours and we’re starting to lose our high. “Only because you asked so nicely” he joked, looking at me for my answer, I lowkey was distracted by his fingers sliding up and down Y/n’s wet cunt. “Huh? Oh, yeah I’ll roll for you” I said when I realized I was staring, that’s when the bizarre thing was said.

Nate pulled his fingers out of our best friend, fixing her panties so she could sit up normally but instead of licking his fingers clean himself, they were shoved in my face before he said something bizarre. “C’mon Matty, clean my fingers for me, I’m sure Y/n would love to watch you get a little taste of her” he said as he winked at Y/n. I felt myself blushing and I was starting to get slightly hard from the way Y/n’s innocent y/e/c looked up at me.

I pushed my nerves and anxiety to the side before speaking, “If that’s what the princess wants, then it’s done” I smirked at them. I grabbed my best friend’s wrist and brought his fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean before pulling off with a pop. They both sat this in awe, completely slack jawed and wide eyed. I let out a chuckle as I stood up and moved to the coffee table to start rolling.

Nate’s pov

I was honestly just fucking with Matt when I told him to clean my fingers of Y/n’s slick, but when he actually did it, we were shocked. I knew Y/n was probably dripping at this point, and that made me so much harder. Matt and I were definitely going to have our way with her tonight, I can already tell. We rolled the joints and blunt before smoking them fairly fast, now completely high off our asses.

“Do ya wanna play a game with me and Matt?” I asked Y/n who was nearly drooling looking at him. “What kinda game?” she innocently questioned, “A game of letting us make you cum” I smirked as I looked at Matt. A smirk also grew on his face as I said this, leaving Y/n shell shocked.

Y/n’s pov

I was so turned on after hearing those words come out of Nate’s mouth and beyond excited for this. “Yes, absolutely! Can Matt give me head first, please!?” I looked over at Matt, not caring how pathetic I sounded. “Of course princess, I’m gonna make that little fantasy of yours a reality” Matt winked at me as he stood up. “Cmon pretty lady, let’s go to your room” Nate added with a smirk as we all ascended up the stairs to my room.

We all quickly stripped down to our underwear, “Lay down, I’m dying to taste you!” Matt growled as he pushed me towards my bed. Nate sat next to me and watched as Matt hovered over me, capturing my lips in a heated kiss before kissing down my body. Once he reached my panties, he looked up at me, “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Because once I get a taste of you, I won’t be able to stop” he asked.

Matt’s pov

“Please Matt” Y/n whined, giving me consent to eat her out. I wasted no time in pulling her panties off and running my fingers through her wet folds before moving my lips to her clit. “Mhm, taste so good mama” I hummed against her core while I slowly stuck two fingers in her as Nate started to kiss her neck. “C’mon Y/n/n, tell Matt how good he’s making you feel, stop holding your moans back” “Yeah, let me hear those pretty noises” I mumbled against her again.

The vibrations caused Y/n to let out a whiny moan, her fingers lacing themselves through my hair, slightly tugging it. Nate started kissing her neck while I continued to eat her out, whining when I felt the loss of one of her hands pulling my hair, but quickly smiling when Y/n let out a loud moan and moved her other hand to Nates hair. “Fuck! Matt, I’m— I’m gonna cum! Can I please cum? Please!?” she begged.

“Cum all over my face like a slut” with that being said, Y/n let go and came, her sweet juices immediately being licked up by me. “Such a good girl for Matt, but now it’s my turn to make ya feel good mama” Nate said as we switched spots, he almost immediately thrusting two fingers into her. “M-Matt, kiss me please!” Y/n whined as Nate was sucking on her boobs.

Y/n’s pov

Matt was fucking amazing at giving head but Nate was equally as amazing with his fingers, almost immediately adding a third one in to stretch me out. I asked Matt to kiss me a god was I glad I did because he’s an amazing kisser. Nate was sucking hickies into my boobs as Matt started kissing down my neck, also leaving hickies, making this moment so much hotter.

“Nate-Nate I’m gonna cum again!” I cried out, “Baby you know that’s not my name” he replied back with a cocky smirk. “S-Sorry daddy, can I please cum!?” “Go ahead, be a slut and make a mess on my fingers” he basically growled out, causing me to let out a high pitched moan as I came all over his fingers. Nate immediately pulled away, licking his fingers clean and whispering something to Matt.

Nate’s pov

I had a brilliant idea while I was fingering Y/n, watching both Matt and I marking her up made me think of something. “Matt, bro, how do you feel about double vaginal penetration, you down if she’s down? I know you want to fuck her as badly as I do right now” I whisper to him. “Fuck, that sounds hot as shit, I’m so fucking down” “Ight bet, just follow my lead and talk seductively” he nodded in agreement.

“Can we ask ya somethin sweetheart?” I questioned, gently moving hair out of her face and proceeded once she nodded. “You think you can take two dicks?” “We’re both dying to be inside you” we said, which caused Y/n’s eyes to go wide. “Oh god, yes please! I wanna try it!” she whined, causing both of us to smirk at each other. “Such a good girl. Nate, go get some lube, yeah?” I simply nodded and walked over to her dresser.

3rd person pov

Nathan returned with the lube and handed it to Matt, “You get the honors of stickin yo dick in her first” he grinned at the older boy. Matt lubed up his cock before making sure Y/n was still okay with this, “If you do put your fucking dick in my right now Matthew, you’ll never get the chance again” she threatened. That’s all it took for Matt to slide into her, both groaning at the feeling.

“O-Okay, I’m ready for Nate too” she whined after a few thrusts from Matt, the younger boy lubed up his dick, also squirting some lube onto her pussy as Matt pulled out so only his tip was in. “We’re gonna have to spread your legs pretty wide okay princess?” the oldest of the three said, moving Y/n’s right leg over his left shoulder. “This might hurt a lot, so just tell us if you wanna stop okay?” Nate said soothingly as he started to push his tip in with Matts.

Nathan moved her left leg to be over his right shoulder, the opposite of Matts position. “Fuck! C-Can you push in all the way daddy?” Y/n whined, hoping Nate would push all the way in. “Matt too or just me?” “Both!” the boys exchanged a look before pushing all the way in? cause some tears to fall down the poor girls face.

“Too much baby? Do you want us to stop?” “N-No keep going I-I’ll get used to it. Please I want this so bad” it took a few thrusts for her to get used to the feeling and for the boys to get in sync with their thrusts. “Goddamn this feels good, so fucking tight for us mamas” “So full— faster please” Y/n/n begged as she balled up the sheets in her fist.

“Shit! Not t-to be weird or anything but I really like the way this feels. Never thought I’d like the feeling of another mans cock against mine but damn” “Not weird I was thinking the same thing” the two boys looked at each other for a second. “Please kiss! Holy fuck I’m so close, I just need a bit more! I feel you both twitching inside of m-“ she cut herself off with a loud moan as they sped up a little bit.

“Fuck it, let’s give the pretty girl what she wants” Nate looked at Matt with a smile, “You’re right, fuck it” he agreed before the younger smashed their lips together. The two started making out while continuing their abuse on Y/n’s pussy, “Fuck, fuck! Oh my god that’s so hot! Holy shit I’m gonna cum, oh fuck please fill me up!” the girl cried.

The two best friends pulled away from each other, laughing before going faster and harder. This resulted in a pornographic scream of pleasure from the girl below as she not only came, but squirted all over the two boys thighs. “Fuck I’m gonna cum too! Shit!” Matt shoulted as he shot his load inside her, Nate quickly doing the same before they both pulled out.

“Jesus Christ, that was fucking amazing” Nate blurted out as both he and Matt collapsed of each side of Y/n. “You okay sweetheart? Can we get you anything?” Matt asked sweetly, looking at Y/n to make sure she was good. “I— just can we uh cuddle naked and go to sleep? I’m spent” she whimpered. “Of course, we’ll clean up in the morning” Nate smiled as they all got under the covers, both boys cuddling into Y/n for the rest of the night.

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Part 2 to this post

When gay marriage became legal, everyone expected Steve and Eddie to run to the courthouse and get it done.

They’d waited long enough.

But they were watching the news on a hospital room television instead of their home, keeping Wayne company while he received his last chemo treatment.

It had been a really rough six months, Eddie taking the brunt of caring for Wayne so Steve could work and pay the bills for all of them. But they wanted to.

Wayne had done so much for both of them, he deserved to be taken care of now.

The doctors had said he was getting to an age where the chemo would most likely only extend his life by a few years at most, that the cancer growing in his body would only be stopped temporarily by this drug that made him weaker than any cancer could.

At first, he didn’t want it. He told them both it wasn’t worth putting his body through it at his age, but Eddie convinced him through tears that he wasn’t ready to let him go yet.

And Wayne always did have a soft spot for Eddie’s tears.

Every other Friday, Wayne was brought to the hospital by Eddie, sometimes accompanied by Steve if his day off lined up right, hooked up to an IV of fluids and a harsh chemo mix, and kept for observation for 8 hours to ensure it didn’t cause any major issues on his frailer than he’d like to admit body.

The last treatment hadn’t gone well. Wayne ended up having low oxygen levels and high blood pressure, so they kept him overnight. Overnight turned into 3 nights, four days, which is sort of like a cruise to the Bahamas if you take out the fact they were in a hospital in Indiana.

Steve was holding Eddie’s hand as they all watched the tv, their silver wedding bands from a decade ago resting on their ring fingers.

It didn’t have to be legal to mean something to them.

Wayne had been much livelier over the last 24 hours, his blood pressure back at a normal for him level, though his oxygen level still fluctuated between too low and normal.

“Would ya look at that? They did it.”

Steve looked over at where he was sitting up in bed, smiling at the tv.

“They did.”

Eddie was wiping a tear from his cheek.

“Took them long enough.”

Everyone in the room huffed out an unamused laugh.

It did take way too long.

“Steve.”

Steve looked back over to Wayne and noticed he was looking tired again, like the news was the only reason he’d been forcing himself to be awake.

“You remember that bet?”

They’d made a lot of bets over the years, usually during March Madness. Wayne purposely bet against Steve because it was an easy win, even though they liked the same teams and often had similar brackets.

So no, he didn’t really remember whatever bet he was talking about now.

“Oh come on. I’m the old one here. You’re supposed to have great memory.”

“I’ve had like, eight concussions. My memory is like a goldfish.”

Eddie snorted next to him and nodded in agreement. Just this morning Eddie had to remind him that it was trash day despite it being the same day every week for the last 17 years they’d lived in their house.

“You owe me $5.”

“I’d remember that.”

“Eddie asked for you.”

Steve and Eddie looked at each other with concern. Was Wayne having a stroke? Was he slowly losing lucidity? He’d never shown any signs of memory problems, but sometimes being in the hospital had a lot of negative effects.

“When Eddie woke up in ‘86. I told you he’d ask for ya first and he did. Never collected on the bet because you two were too much.”

Steve suddenly remembered everything from that day, tears pooling in his eyes at how all of this started.

If he hadn’t stayed to hold Eddie’s hand then, would he be holding it now? Would they be husbands in every way but legally?

Steve looked at Eddie with a smile.

Then he turned to Wayne and smirked.

“Bet you $5 I propose right now.”

Wayne smirked back at him.

“Bet you won’t.”

Steve gave him the look that said ‘just watch me’ and stood up, dropping to one knee slowly.

“Eddie Munson. We already wear rings. We’ve lived together as husbands for so long, I can’t even believe we aren’t actually married. But I want to be. I want to fill out the stupid paperwork at the courthouse and maybe plan a little wedding with our kids and family. I want to have a honeymoon and be young and in love even though we aren’t young anymore. I want to be yours in every way starting right now. How does that sound?”

Eddie was crying. He was always more emotional than Steve, he just hid it better. Usually.

“You wanna be mine?”

“I’m already yours. I just want us to have everything.”

“Then I wanna be yours.”

“Good.”

Eddie leaned forward and kissed him, more passionately than they usually ever did in public or around Wayne. It was a special occasion, though, what choice did they really have?

After a minute, Steve pulled away and looked over to Wayne.

“Sorry about your $5.”

“I’m not.”

Wayne had never been more pleased to not be able to collect on a bet.

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“Y/N? Y/N,” Kate dragged out, “I’m home!” She kicked off her shoes, something you requested as you hated any dirt in the house. She removed her heavy jacket, shaking off the chills she received before heading towards the kitchen. She didn’t hear your voice, and she guessed you were napping or in the shower so she decided to begin cooking. She knew you loved warm soup on a freezing day, and she shared the same deep desire as you after returning from archery practice.

“Babe? You here?” The woman asked across the apartment, her voice echoing slightly and bringing a deafening silence in the end.

“I made you some grilled cheese and tomato soup!” She carried the items into your shared room hoping to find you, and to her luck, she did. She sighed gratefully and placed the items on the bureau, stalking towards your side of the bed and furrowing her brows when she spotted your eyes were not shut.

“Hey, baby, how was your day?” She began soothingly, and you sniffled as you struggled to look at her. She brushed the few hairs out of your face and you remained emotionally still. She was growing a deeper level of concern the longer you stared off into a distance.

“Can you talk to me? Or is that a little too much for you, princess?” You shook your head slowly, cuddling closer to the blankets as you felt rushes of the cold air breathing against you heavily.

“That’s quite alright, dear. I made you some soup, would you like any?” You shrugged your shoulders after a moment of thought, and she chuckled softly.

“It’s okay if you say no, I won’t be offended.” Your lack of response was the only answer she needed. She slowly pushed your legs and made a small spot for her to sit.

“Is it alright if I touch you a bit?” You nodded, and she sighed happily.

“I know I’m asking so many questions, and I know it might be a lot for you, but I just want to get a better understanding of how I can help you, I’d hate to see you suffering.” She crawled behind you suddenly, wrapping a singular arm around you tensely yet pulling it away in a nick of time when she felt you beginning to tense.

“I’m s’rry,” Her eyes widened just a bit before she shushed you quickly.

“No, baby, it’s alright! I shouldn’t have done that, okay?” You sniffled quietly as you felt yourself missing her soft but cold touch. You whined just under your breath, dragging your hand across your body and pulling hers to meet yours; the act taking so much energy out of your already tired body.

“Work must’ve been so hard, huh? I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to help calm you and text you, but I’m here now, my love, and I’m not going anywhere.” Your pinky tapped against hers in a rhythmic form, causing her to follow soon after. She fluttered her eyes shut as she hummed the lullaby she knew you were tapping, allowing herself to bring a small peck to your shoulder between pauses. She worried you’d tense, but your body remained calm under her touch and her voice, and she felt a sense of pride beaming in her chest.

“I’m tired, Katey,” She paused momentarily to answer to your spoken words that was followed with a yawn.

“That’s okay, just close your eyes.” She whispered before continuing, and a smile quirked at your lips as you succumbed to the feeling.

When the humming came to a slow stop, she called out your name quietly into the ear, receiving nothing but soft breaths in return. She leaned over and admired your eyes shut in a peaceful, sleeping manner, awarding herself before returning to her previous position. She placed her arm on your waist gently, enough to feel as though a feather was only brushing against you, and allowed herself to follow suit, continuing to slowly hum the song so briefly so your dreams were filled with her soothing tone.

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love again.

abt heeseung x fem!reader fluff angst exes 2 lovers cw none wc 757 a/n tysm for all the love on my riki fic ><

you watch your friends figure out what movie to watch. it was midnight, and you decided to invite your friends over for a sleepover. you watched the tv as your friend scrolled through the list of movies.

“i’m gonna get us some food,” you said as you stood up to go to the kitchen.

you opened the cabinet to find nothing. checking the fridge, you find an almost empty carton of juice and your sibling’s leftover soup from a week ago. there was nothing to eat.

you reasoned, “might as well buy something.” you grabbed your jacket and left the house. you went to the local convenience store and thought about what to buy. you went to the snack aisle to find whatever you could find. just chips and sweets are fine. you grabbed a few bags of chips and candy and went to the checkout. you set the items on the counter and open your wallet to look for some money.

“12.59,” the cashier said. you look up to give them a twenty-dollar bill and recognise them. you were perplexed, and they were mirroring your expression.

you questioned the man in front of you, “heeseung?” heeseung was your boyfriend in high school. you’ve been dating him since your first year of high school, but after you graduated, he told you he was moving away because his parents got a better job in another city. it’s been three years, and now he finally appears in front of you, in a convenience store.

“y/n.” heeseung spoke up, and you two were silent. you tried looking away. he remarked, “it’s been a while.” you nodded, "yeah, it has. i didn’t know you were working here. i go here all the time.”

he said, grinning, “i just started working here last week. you looked behind you and saw no one in the store, then looked back at him. "how have you been?” he asked. “i’m doing great, how about you?”

“i’m fine as well,” he said. “so what are you doing in pyjamas at midnight? it’s not something you’d do.” he’s right; you would never go in the middle of the night in pyjamas buying food. you’re surprised he still has a vague memory of you.

you replied, “i have a few friends over, and i didn’t have food at my house, so i just walked here.

"you live around here?”

“yeah, i moved here last year.” heeseung smiled at your response. he always found himself grinning foolishly when he was talking to you.

“i’m sorry,” he said. his smile turned into a frown.

“sorry for what?” your tone grew softer. why would he apologise when he hasn’t done anything wrong to you since your breakup?

“for suddenly seeing you here,” what he really meant was he should’ve seen you at a proper place and proper time, “and for leaving you.”

he felt guilty for breaking up with you because he had to move. there was no reason to be mad at him; it was reasonable for him to break up with you.

“you don’t need to be sorry; i forgave you the day you left.”

“i’m still sorry. i should’ve never left you in the first place.” with each passing word, you could feel your heart dropping.

“stop crying; you’re making me cry.” you noticed tears starting to fall down your cheeks. your words made him laugh.

“why are you crying?” he asked while chuckling.

you said, wiping away your tears, “’cause you’re crying.” you weren’t wrong when you said you did everything with him.

“you’re pretty when you cry,” he said. you tried hiding your flustered face. you uttered, “i miss this.” you miss being around heeseung; his presence was already comforting enough.

“if you still haven’t moved on, we can try again.” he smiled at you while holding your hand. “i’d love that,” you responded with a smile. your phone started ringing, and you picked it up.

“where did you go?” your friend on the phone asked, “i went to the kitchen, but you weren’t even there.”

“i’m at a convenience store; there wasn’t any food, so i went to go buy some.”

they yelled, “well, you better come back; we’ll start the movie without you if you don’t come back sooner.”

“i’ll be there.” after hanging up, you turned to face heeseung. you assured him you had each other’s number, and you took your food. he called your name as you approached the door.

“your change!” he yelled as he opened the cash register.

“keep it.”

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One Little Thing, A Ring Part IV | Mammon x Reader

1.1K Words | GN! Reader | CW: Angst

You came home late again that night from work and were surprised to find Mammon already asleep. The past few weeks you’d been working extra hard, Mammon had stayed up for you and offered you a rose he’d stolen from a bouquet somewhere in the house. But tonight he was sprawled out under the covers and his cheek was pink and puffy.

You inspected closely without waking him up and felt the skin had liquid beneath. Using your magic you identified the perpetrator and healed his wound, draining the last bit of magic you had in you for the day.

Not bothering to change out of your old clothes you lifted the blanket and fell asleep next to Mammon.

Mammon was practically comatose but he could sense your presence and his pained face grinned as he snuggled closer to you, head on your chest.

You smiled and held onto him as you drifted into sleep.

Mammon was sad the next day to see you’d left early again. He noticed your slippers by the bedside and began to wonder if you’d actually been there or if he’d dreamed it up.

He pulled out his D.D.D. to call you but you couldn’t answer and he gave up after a few tries and sighed.

He scratched his back and stretched, trying to wake up his body before being put back to work. Despite the cheer of the holiday season, Mammon stayed occupied only with work and didn’t enjoy it as he normally did. All he could focus on was money and this time it was for a good reason. All of this was for you.

Mammon’s brothers had all learned what was happening and dealt with it in their own ways. Lucifer’s way of dealing was to occasionally ensure Mammon had more work to do but he remained at the castle a majority of the day to make sure he wasn’t worked too hard.

His brothers began to randomly appear at the castle and soon after some kind of disaster would occur that they’d never be punished for.

Eventually, Mammon caught on and he wasn’t happy. He put up with a lot of shit from them over thousands of years but he wasn’t having it and called for an intervention.

They didn’t listen to him so Lucifer forced everyone to come together and hear him out. Mammon got a pardon from work so everyone could meet up at an acceptable time of the day.

“Okay, why’d you call us here?” Leviathan asked annoyed and focusing more on his D.D.D.

Mammon growled, “Dammit, you know why. All of ya do!” He pointed his fingers at his brothers.

Asmodeus gasped and placed his hand over his chest. “I’ve done nothing wrong, how could you accuse me!”

Mammon glared at him and Satan nudged Asmo to cool it with the theatrics.

Belphegor rolled his eyes at Mammon’s declaration. “What did you expect?” He hissed, in demon form.

Beelzebub put a hand on Belphegor’s shoulder trying to ease his anger but it was palpable.

“You guys know damn well why I’m working and you’re makin’ it harder what gives!”

Satan glared at Mammon now, “as Belphie said. What did you expect?”

Mammon clenched his fists and his demon form slipped out which surprised his brothers. Mammon didn’t often lose control like the rest of them, even when they beat on him, called his names, or won their money back, Mammon would stay calm. But not now, Mammon was beyond pissed.

Lucifer remained silent, he knew what Mammon was going to say and he knew that Mammon would be right too.

“Do ya realize that by gettin’ in my way, you’re really just gettin’ in ___’s way!”

They froze in silence.

“I get that you’re all mad they didn’t date you instead! I get that cause I’d feel the exact same way! Y’know how pissed I got all those times I thought they were dating one of you! Or when they kissed Lucifer that time he got amnesia!”

Lucifer chuckled and earned hateful glares from each brother.

“Anyways, I get it! But this isn’t about me, it’s about ___! And if you really care about them then you should want them to be happy and like it or not, they’re happy with me! And I’m tryin’ to give them a ring they deserve and I’m doin’ honest work! So quit comin’ into the castle and screwing everything up! It’s not cool and you know that!”

Everyone was silent for a while and Mammon finally tucked away his wings and sat on the couch facing his brothers.

Lucifer finally spoke with a small nod. “I know.” He relented. “You’re right. All of us are making things harder on you.”

“Hey! You don’t speak for me,” Belphegor snapped but Satan shook his head.

“Give it up Belphie. We’re too obvious.” Satan looked Mammon in the eye. “Fine. We’ll stay out of your way and we’ll do it for ___ not for you.”

Asmodeus nodded and Beelzebub looked at the ground.

“But know this,” Satan continued. “I’ll be waiting for the moment you slip up and when that happens I’ll be the one by their side.”

Leviathan set his D.D.D. down and glared, “That goes for me too.”

Everyone agreed and Mammon sighed. “Whatever, that’s not gonna happen so you’re all gonna have to suck it up for ___’s sake. You really think they want you guys trying to ruin their relationship the second you can?”

Satan turned red and Beelzebub blushed in some sense of shame. They wouldn’t admit to it but they still intended to romance you any chance they could get. Similarly to Diavolo, they were hoping that after hundreds or thousands of years with Mammon, polygamy might be on the table.

Mammon knew this and stayed wary of his brothers but took solace in the fact they wouldn’t dare upset you, so his relationship was safe as long as you were happy. That scared him at the same time.

The closer Christmas got the more he panicked. Was he really good enough? Could he really make you happy forever? He couldn’t even make up his mind on a ring because everything looked so damn perfect when you wore it and he couldn’t afford to get them all.

Mammon looked at the calendar one more time before collapsing into your bed, “the twenty-third already…” he sighed and covered his face.

He was so close to eternal happiness but at the same time feared letting you down. Mammon had nightmares that night until you shook him awake.

“Huh! What’s happening!” He shouted with a start, his cheeks stained with dried tears.

“Mammon…” you said in a gentle tone and wrapped your arms around him. “You need to tell me what’s going on.”

Part I • Part II • Part III • Part V

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 9 months

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Tongue Tied | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol use, making out, mentions of sex (nothing explicit, but MDNI!)

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Being best friends with Penelope Garcia had its perks and disadvantages. More perks than anything else, to be fair. There has never been a day where I’d been sad for more than five minutes. She was too bubbly, too nice, too overly excited about everything that you just couldn’t be sad around her.

Being best friends with Penelope Garcia also meant hearing a lot of stories from her job and the cases she worked. Almost every day, she’d call me, no matter what time at night or in the morning – much to my chagrin – and tell me all about the case she’d just wrapped up with her team. Having heard so many stories about her found family, I couldn’t help but be curious to meet them.

She’s worked at the BAU for eight years now and not once have I had the opportunity to meet the team. Mostly because whenever they had some time off and spent it together, I had my own job to go to.

But now, I finally got to meet them.

Penelope was throwing a big party for her 34th birthday and I, along with the rest of her team, was invited. She’d told me she was allowed to use her co-worker, David Rossi’s big-ass mansion and to say I was impressed when I arrived, that would be underselling it.

Dressed in my favorite red dress, I make my way up to the front door, anxiety wracking my brain. Meeting new people always felt scary, no matter how old I got. There was always that tiny voice in the back of your head, wondering if they were going to like you, if you looked right, if your dress wasn’t too provocative.

I’d changed my outfit about ten times before settling on my first option anyway.

Now that I had arrived, the anxiety settled on my chest right up until the moment when my eyes landed on the familiar figure that was my best friend.

She let out a shriek as she embraced me. “I’m so happy you could finally make it!” she exclaimed before pulling me inside and guiding me all the way through the house. She was going so fast that I barely had the time to properly look around.

“Pen. Pen, calm down, please,” I said between chuckles. Right in front of the large sliding doors that led to the garden where the party was in full swing, she halted and looked at me with worry pooling her eyes.

As Penelope was about four years older than me, she had always felt like a bigger sister. And she often acted that way, too. “What is it? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just nervous…” I mumbled, sighing desperately. “I’ve never met your friends and it’s been kinda freaking me out, so could we please, take a breather?”

Penelope’s eyes softened as she looked at me. “Yeah. Yeah, we can take a breather. Hey, how about a cocktail, hmm?” She offered me the glass in her hands, one she had wanted to drink, but decided I needed it more.

“That’s good, yeah,” I whispered before taking a sip.

For a moment, I closed my eyes to get my bearings until Penelope’s voice shook me out of it. “Hey,” she started. “You’re gonna be fine. They already love you from everything I’ve told them. And if they say as much as one bad thing about you, I will not hesitate to hurt them. Bad.”

The seriousness in her voice and face caused me to crack up, the anxiety washing away as quickly as it came.

“Okay,” I then said and took another sip. “I’m ready to meet your family.”

With a smile on her face, Penelope guided me outside where her co-workers were dancing on the makeshift dance floor. Before Penelope could start to introduce everyone, I had already made my mind up about everyone from the stories Penelope had told me.

“All right, everyone,” Penelope started. “This is Y/N Y/L/N, my best friend. Y/N/N, this is–”

“Aaron Hotchner,” I interrupted her, shaking the tall man’s hand before my cheeks started flushing when I realized what I’d done. “Sorry, Pen has told me so much about all of you. She said how imposing her boss was, so I made the connection…”

Her co-workers exchanged glances and I could almost detect their impressed glances. “There’s no way you could get all of our names correct from Garcia’s stories,” another one challenged. When I looked up at him, I tilted my head slightly. The thick eyebrows, the sharp jawline, the muscles…

“Well, I don’t know, you tell me… Chocolate Thunder.” Derek’s eyebrows shot up in surprise while the girls beside him gasped, their jaws dropping in amusement. I turned towards the women. One blonde, one brunette, both with curious eyes looking back at me. “You must be JJ,” I said to the blonde. “And Emily,” I turned to the brunette, shaking each of their hands politely.

“Damn, Garcia, where did you find her?” Derek joked.

The heat reached up to my cheeks, creeping all the way up to the tips of my ears. “She’s profiling us,” another voice piped up and when my eyes met his, I swore my heart skipped a beat or two.

Dr. Spencer Reid. Penelope had told me enough about him. Resident genius. Child prodigy with an IQ of 187. Reading speed of 20,000 words per minute. The most gorgeous pair of eyes I had ever seen – though that was something I’d deducted in the five seconds he looked at me.

“I-I’m a psychiatrist,” I explained to them. “Sometimes, I have to profile people too, though in different ways than you guys do.” As I glanced up at all of them, they just looked back at me with intrigued shimmers in their eyes. I felt a little more at ease now that the ice had been broken, but I still couldn’t quell every ounce of anxiety that resided on my chest.

“Okay, enough chit-chat!” Penelope exclaimed excitedly before grabbing another cocktail for herself and lifting the glass in the air.

I, along with the rest of her team, mimicked her movements until all our glasses were raised and clinking. “To Penelope,” David Rossi announced and all of us just repeated the words, having the girl herself squeal excitedly.

Just then, the music on the speakers switched to ABBA’s Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight), causing Penelope and I to gasp in excitement. This was the song that brought us together in the first place when we met in a bar nine years ago during a night out and we were the only ones dancing. Safe to say it had been dubbed ‘our song’ ever since.

Along with Emily and JJ, Penelope and I took to the dancefloor, singing along loudly. I didn’t even need to be drunk to let myself go. With this song, I could be stone cold sober and still be dancing on tabletops.

“Is there a man out there?” We sang as I pointed at Spencer the same way the other girls pointed at the other guys to get them to join us. A surprised look washed over the Doctor as I danced over to him and grabbed his hand to drag him towards the middle of the dancefloor.

The eight of us danced the night away. From ABBA to Rihanna and everything in between, Penelope and I made sure everyone stayed on that dance floor with their drinks topped up, always. I fit right in with them. Everything felt so natural that I cursed at myself for being so anxious about this night. There was no reason for me to, at all.

Three drinks in, I was pretty buzzed and overwhelmed with the happiness and contentment I felt, that I needed to step out. “Pen,” I captured her attention. “Can you show me to the bathroom?”

“I’ll show you,” Spencer cut in, having caught my question to my best friend.

I smiled up at him – God, he was so tall – and nodded my head. “Okay. Yeah, sure.”

“Be good, you two,” Penelope almost warned as Spencer and I made our way towards the house. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

Chuckling, I turned around, but kept walking backwards. “So, I can do everything?!” I teased, ignoring how my cheeks heated up, flustered at the suggestion of Spencer and I doing anything at all.

I fell back into step with Spencer, allowing the silence to wrap around us while we made our way to the house. My head felt light and my senses were hyper-aware of the presence next to me. I could smell his cologne – fresh and citrusy – and I could hear his even breaths.

“There you go,” he then said as we were inside and he pointed to a door on the right. I was almost sad our little walk was over, even if we hadn’t said a word to one another. I liked just being around him, it seemed.

I flashed him a smile. “Thank you, Spencer,” I said before ducking into the bathroom. It wasn’t even like I needed to go, but I went anyway, just to be sure with all those drinks. When I finished, I washed my hands and splashed some water in my face. How did my cheeks still feel this hot?

After taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the bathroom to rejoin the rest of the party when movement in the living room piqued my interest. I turned the corner to find Spencer going through the books on Rossi’s shelves.

He waited for me, something in me said, but I refrained myself from saying it out loud in case I read it wrong.

“You’re still here,” I pointed out instead, capturing the man’s attention.

His eyes filled with brightness as they landed on me and his smile was equally as dazzling, almost knocking the wind out of me. “I waited for you,” he told me sweetly, his tone dipped in honey, much like his eyes.

“Y-you waited for me?” I stuttered, trying to wrap my head around the fact that the voice in my head wasn’t wrong.

He approached me, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, I-I kinda wanted to show you something…” he muttered before cautiously reaching out a hand. My eyes flicked from his face to his hand and back before placing my hand in his.

While my stomach tied itself in knots from the somersaults it was doing, I let Spencer guide me up to the balcony on the side of the house where we looked down on the party happening down below. I couldn’t help but smile as my eyes caught onto Penelope dancing with Rossi like their life depended on it.

The graze of Spencer’s fingers on the palm of my hand shook me out of my thoughts. I glanced up at him to find him gazing down at me with a tender smile and shimmering eyes of honey. He then pointed up to the sky.

“Look up,” he said softly and I obeyed, craning my neck back until my eyes caught onto the stars above us. Next thing I know, Spencer grabbed my hand and lifted it to draw something in the sky. “That’s Orion,” he told me. “Did you know Orion contains two of the brightest stars in the night sky?”

“No, I did not know that,” I whispered, trying to ignore him intertwining his fingers with mine as he dropped our hands back to our sides.

Spencer hummed. “Stars are always perfectly in balance,” he then continued and when I glanced up at him, his gaze was focused on the sky above us. “You might not realize it, but stars are in constant conflict with themselves. The collective gravity of all the mass of a star is pulling it inward. If there was nothing to stop it, the star would just continue collapsing for millions of years until it became its smallest possible size; maybe as a neutron star. But–” he stopped himself as his eyes locked with mine. “I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“No!” I answered a little too quickly and a little too feverishly, so I recomposed myself as quickly. “No, I-It’s actually really interesting. I’ve never really known much about stars. All I know about is the human brain and its mental capacities and flaws.”

A smile graced his beautiful features. “I bet your brain is beautiful,” he blurted out, his cheeks reddening almost instantly when he realized he’d said it out loud. “I-I’m sorry, that was–”

“The most beautiful compliment anyone has ever given me,” I finished his sentence, smiling, endeared by his confession. “I bet your brain is beautiful, too.” I turned towards him, keeping my hand entwined with his.

Spencer was looking down at me, the gears behind his eyes clearly going in overdrive as he thought of something to say. It appeared as though I had rendered him silent and I couldn’t help but smirk at the achievement.

“Did I leave you tongue tied, Dr. Reid?” I asked teasingly, squeezing his hand ever so softly.

Honey eyes looked into mine, searching for the answer he needed. When he had found the answer, he suddenly cupped my face and captured my lips with his in a hesitant, testing kiss. For a second he pulled back, trying to gauge my reaction with his forehead pressed against mine. My brain was swimming with excitement while my stomach filled with fluttering butterflies.

“Did I leave you tongue tied, Dr. Y/L/N?” he shot the question back, teasingly. He had gained some confidence back and, above all, it seemed to do something with the chemicals in my brain as I shut it off entirely and went back in.

My lips slotted perfectly with his. I tilted my head ever so slightly, deepening the kiss. His fingers played with the strands of hair that had escaped my intricate updo while mine had landed on his chest, pulling him impossibly closer by his tie.

After a while, I needed to come up for air and broke away from the kiss, but still kept him close. My mind was going into overdrive as every single part of me tingled. I felt his every fiber on my skin and I wanted to absorb every possible second I had this man close to me.

“Maybe we should go back to the party,” I whispered.

“Maybe we should.”

“YOU HAD SEX WITH HIM?!” Penelope practically shrieked the next day when I debriefed her on what happened between Spencer and me when we had escaped the party.

I buried my face in one of the many pillows on her couch and let out a groan. “Yes, I did. I’m so sorry, Pen! It just– It just happened! I don’t know how, we were looking at the stars one moment and the next, he’s kissing me and then suddenly, BOOM! He’s inside me!”

“Damn,” Penelope whispered, everything finally clicking in her brain. “DAMN, I didn’t know our Boy Wonder had so much game!” She almost sounded proud of her co-worker. “Was he any good?”

“PEN!” I threw the pillow at her cackling form. “Yes, he actually was very good,” I then muttered once the initial embarrassment had died down a little. “Easily top three for me.”

Penelope’s eyes widened as she plopped down next to me on the couch. “NO!”

“Yes…”

Her bottom lip jutted out into a pout. “You two would make the most beautiful geniuses.”

“Woah, pump your breaks there, Pen,” I chuckled, hitting her with yet another pillow to bring her back to reality. “This was just a one-time-thing. Don’t go ringing the wedding bells so quickly.”

A smirk landed on her lips. “But you want it to be more than a one-time-thing, don’t you?” she teased. “Yeah, you’re not a one-time-thing-person at all. You’re a cute-date-boyfriend-girlfriend-type of girl.”

I hated that she knew me so well. Ever since saying goodbye to Spencer at my apartment last night, I haven’t been able to think about anything else but his beautiful honey-colored eyes and the gorgeous smile that grazed his lips so often.

“Should I ask him out?” I then pondered out loud, earning an excited shriek from my best friend.

Just as she wanted to add something, her phone started ringing. A hint of terror flashed over her face as she reached over for the device. She was probably scared it was work calling her in for a case on her day off.

Her smirk quickly returned. “Speak of the devil,” she muttered before picking up. “Hey, Reid. We were just talking about you.”

My eyes widened in shock. Spencer wasn’t supposed to know I went straight to my best friend with every detail of our night together. Though he should’ve expected it. Maybe he did.

“Yeah, she’s right here,” Penelope’s voice snapped me out of my own head, her eyes fixated on me. “Yeah, sure.” She then reached the phone out to me. Hesitantly, I took over the device and pressed it to my ear whilst getting up from the couch and moving away from Penelope.

“Hi Spencer,” I greeted awkwardly.

“Hey, y/n. Uhm… I just–I wanted to call you but since I don’t have your number, I figured I could call Garcia to ask for it, but since you are there…” He trailed off a little. I could hear the smile in his voice as he talked, sending shivers down my body. “I was just wondering… If, maybe, you’d want to go out for coffee later today? I’m sure you’re nursing a hangover right about now and I read somewhere–”

“I’d love to, Spencer,” I quickly cut him off, too eager to listen to his ramblings. A silence fell on the other side of the line. A smirk landed on my lips as I just listened to his soft breathing. “Did I leave you tongue tied, Dr. Reid?” I asked, repeating last night’s question.

A chuckle rolled off his lips. “I think you’re always gonna leave me tongue tied, Doctor.”

At that moment, I realized I wanted to leave him tongue tied more often. As long as he could overwhelm me with all his facts and genius ideas between those moments, I’d probably be the happiest and luckiest woman in the world.

As long as he left me tongue tied, too.

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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After All this Time | Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby & daughter!reader

Summary: Sometimes there's no forgetting what's been done in the past.

Warnings: broken family/father-daughter relationship

Word Count: 1297

A/N: this one was shorter than usual, but I still feel like the content of it speaks volumes. What needed to be said within it was said and, in a way, it was honestly reflective for me to write. Enjoy! :)

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(Y/N) (Y/L/N) lived nearly her entire life without knowing her father. Her mother gave birth to her in 1921, just over nine months after the night that she met Tommy Shelby.

The then gangster and budding businessman was looking for someone to fill the void caused inside of him by a woman who left him for America. (Y/N)'s mother filled that void and entered into a relationship with him. (Y/N) barely knew her father though.

She was young and didn't know much of what was going on around her. She did remember the look on her mother's face when Tommy told her that he was leaving her though...leaving both her and their daughter because the woman that had previously gone away was now back and ready to throw herself into his arms.

And so (Y/N) grew up without a father. She used her mother's maiden name because the Shelby name wasn't allowed in their household. (Y/N) didn't know otherwise...her mother changed it back the day after he left, which happened when (Y/N) was just over a year old.

When she asked about her father, (Y/N)'s mother only told her that he left because he was enamored by the life of luxury that was starting to surround him and that they didn't fit into it.

And then one day nearly thirteen years later, he showed up on her doorstep. "Hello, sir, can I help you?" (Y/N) asked, initially not knowing who this man was.

"Yes...is this Farrah (Y/L/N)'s house?" he asked. (Y/N) nodded her head before telling him that she'd go and get her mother. "No," he stopped her, making her turn around again. "I came here because I wanted to speak to you. You're (Y/N), correct?"

"I am," (Y/N) nodded her head, becoming concerned about this man's motives.

"I'm your father, (Y/N)," he told her, making the young girl's jaw drop.

"No...no, you're not," she immediately stammered out in disbelief, blinking a few times, wondering if he would disappear when she stopped. But he didn't. He was still very clearly in front of her.

"I am, love," he insisted, nodding his head slowly in hopes that he'd catch on.

"Where have you been all these years?" (Y/N) asked, her voice raw and deliberate. Her words ripped Tommy's heart right from his chest.

"I...I've been busy," he stammered out, a pathetic response, really, but it was all he could muster.

"Too busy to come and see your own daughter?" the girl's voice still held that raw tone. It made Tommy think back to the time that he and his brothers told Ada that they were going off to fight. (Y/N) sounded the exact same way.

"I..." he tried to respond, but the words died in his throat.

That didn't bother (Y/N) though, because she had something thought up already. "My mum said it was because we didn't fit into the life of luxury that you were mapping out for yourself."

"That's not true," Tommy shook his head, a frown forming on his face. Why would her mother say something of the sort?

"Then why did you leave? Huh?" (Y/N) raised her eyebrows as she posed her question, "and why have you come back here all of a sudden?"

Tommy still didn't know how to respond to her first question, because he couldn't quite remember where his head was at back then. He just remembered Grace coming back into his picture and he was blinded by the hope of a life with her. Somewhere along the way, (Y/N) and her mum fell to the wayside...the passion died away. So he didn't comment on her first question. Instead, he answered her second one. "I wanted to come see you...to come make amends," he told her, a look of hope flooding his features.

(Y/N) took a moment to process his words. Her brain was running at a mile a minute and she was trying hard not to let the pain that had built up over these several years cloud over her judgement. But it was so hard not to. In the end, she didn’t. “It’s too late for that,” she finally told him, choking back her tears as she spoke. “It’s too late for you to come make amends after you’ve essentially ignored me for the majority of my life. I don’t even know you...I didn’t recognize you when I opened the door. How does that make you feel?...”

“Terrible,” Tommy cut in, his response coming out in a low voice.

“How do you think that makes me feel? My mum and I needed you over these years, and you haven’t cared so much as to send a letter or a call. I’ve got nothing from you, and now you want to show up here and make amends? After all of this time?” (Y/N) paused for a moment and tried to control her breathing, with each word she uttered, her heart rate was climbing, and with that came shorter breaths. She also wanted to make sure that she spoke clearly when she uttered her next statement. “What makes you think that you have the right to just waltz back into my life after all of the pain you’ve caused?” her eyes were wide and she was now expecting an answer from him.

Tommy opened his mouth and closed it a few times, trying to think of words that were worthy enough of responding to the dire monologue that she’d just hit him with. “I...I don’t have the right. I was just hoping that there’d be a chance; a chance that I could get to know you,” he finally said. (Y/N) had to fight back the snort from leaving her lips.

“Well, I’d stop hoping for something that’s never going to happen. I learned that the hard way when I spent thirteen years of my life without a father; wondering just who my dad was. And now you’re here, standing in front of me, and I want nothing to do with you,” her words were like knives to Tommy’s heart, and he took them without pushback. She was justified in saying them. She was allowed to feel this pain; to express it. “I don’t even know your name, and you know what...I don’t want to ever know it. In fact, I don’t want to see you again, ok?” she insisted, her eyes now welling up with tears. This wasn’t what she expected meeting her father to be like, but this was what felt right to her. She’d lived her life this long without him...she didn’t need him for the rest of it.

“Ok,” Tommy responded in a dejected manner, nodding his head before he dropped his gaze to the ground.

“I’d like you to leave now. And please don’t ever come around here again,” she gave him one more demand, which Tommy nodded his head in response to.

“Goodbye, (Y/N),” he said in a voice just above a whisper. The girl said nothing in response and instead shut the door to her house. Letting out a long sigh, she wiped the tears that had fallen down her cheeks and composed herself before walking back into the sitting room.

“Who was at the door, sweetie?” her mother asked once she noticed that her daughter had entered the room.

“No one...just some salesman,” she brushed her mother’s question off before she sat down on the couch and closed her eyes.

It is better if he isn’t in your life, she kept telling herself. After repeating that statement three times, she was ok with it.

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maybestoryideas · 2 years

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TWST Imagine #2

Imagine being gifted a doll that’s been designed to look strikingly similar to one of your favorite classmates. Now imagine you don’t realize it’s a voodoo doll.

While most students were enjoying the end of the school day by hanging out with friends or getting a drink at the Mostro Longue, you were busy restocking the shelves and keeping an ear open for new customers at Mr. S’s Mystery Shop. It’s not a lot of money, but it should be enough to keep Grim from eating you out of house and home with a little leftover to spend on yourself. You take a step back to get a full view of the aisle. Everything looks good until you notice the bottom shelf looking a little bare, so you head to the backroom, giving Sam a quick nod when you pass by the front counter, and begin searching the shelves at random. It doesn’t take long for you to find the proper supplies, grab as much as you can carry, and head back to the aisles. Then something catches your attention on the way out of the room; a pair of bright button eyes.

There, at the back of the shelf, propped up by a few bottles of snake oil, lies a row of dolls. Each of them has a tiny plush body with a comically big head and a pair of buttons for eyes. Something that cute and unassuming in a messy storeroom would be enough to tip anyone off, but what piqued your curiosity was how they were obviously tailored after your friends. Same hair, same eyes, they even have little accessories. Careful not to drop any of your supplies, you carefully picked up the one you initially spotted and lifted it off the shelf. A perfect replica of Deuce stares back at you with a stitched on smile; his eyes are the right shade of bright blue.

“Hey, Ko oni-chan! You’d better not be sleeping back here!”

Before you can put the doll back where you found it, Sam’s already peeking through the doorway and staring you down. Despite his friendly smile, his eyes hold an unreadable expression.

“S-Sorry!” you quickly return the plush Deuce to his rightful spot, “I was just getting some more stock; I’ll be right there!”

Your attempts to exit the storeroom are halted when your boss steps through the doorway and joins you at the shelf.

“Ah, so you found your little friends,” he laughs, “I’d forgotten that I had ‘em lying around.”

The line of individual dolls nearly stretches the length of the shelf, how does anyone forget something like that? Wait, does this mean Sam made these himself? There’s no way this is just a coincidence.

“I should probably get back to work,” you try to make your way past Sam, but he doesn’t move.

“You can take one if you’d like,” he says without even blinking.

“What?”

“The dolls. Why don’t you take one? It’s better than just keeping them on a dusty shelf.”

“Oh, um… I don’t know…”

“Don’t be so shy,” he continues, “Tell ya what, why don’t I sweeten the deal? Pick out a doll, and I’ll throw in some extra treats. Consider it a bonus for a job well done!”

And this is why Sam is in charge of the storefront while you’re in charge of stocking the shelves. Less than a minute later, you’re walking out of the shop with a bag full of goodies, a new plushie, and no idea what just happened. Sam waves you off as you walk back to Ramshackle.

“Have fun, ko oni-chan~”

Ace

Once you’re finally back in your room, you take out the little plushie of Ace from the bag. Even in doll form, he still has that mischievous smirk and playful twinkle in his eyes. No doubt he’d be giving you the exact same expression if he found out you bought a miniature doll of him.

‘What’s this?’ he would say, ‘You were lonely without me so you settled for a doll? That’s pretty lame…’

You laugh and hold up little Ace, matching his grin.

“Hey! I’m Ace Trappola! I’m always coming up with ways to cause trouble that requires (Name) bailing me out, whether it’s thinking up a crazy scheme or something as simple as forgetting to do my homework. Why? Oh, that’s just because it’s the only way I know how to get attention. But don’t you dare go picking on the prefect; only I’m allowed to do that! Say one mean thing and BAM! Right in the face! Yeah that’s right, I’m a simp! So what?!”

The Heartslabyul garden is filled with the sound of barely contained laughter. Cater is doing everything he could to keep himself from breaking down, otherwise it’d be the only sound on the recording. Riddle looks thoroughly irritated, Trey can only give an amused smile, and Deuce is an equal combination of the two with a hint of mortification.

Then there’s Ace. The red heart on his face pales in comparison to the bright scarlet that’s washed his entire head and neck. His mouth is still agape from his impromptu declaration, but any words he can come up with fizzle into nothing. His brain’s going a mile a minute, trying to figure out why he just blurted out that proverbial word vomit. It’s not like he meant it ; at least not all of it. But before he can say anything else, someone finally speaks up.

“While I’m glad to see that you’re finally addressing the root of your behavior,” Riddle says, “I’ll ask you to refrain from doing so in such a public and spectacular confession. Especially during an Unbirthday, of all times.”

“W-What? But I don’t-”

“Do I make myself clear, Ace?”

The look Riddle gives him has no room for compromise, so he sinks back into his chair.

“Yes, sir…”

For the rest of the party, Ace is terrified of opening his mouth, lest he start blabbering again. When he looks over at the other students, he immediately notices that Cater’s staring at his phone - more intensely than usual. Ace knows he’s going to regret saying anything, but he meanders over to the third-year.

“Let me guess, I’m trending on Magicam?”

“Maybe,” Cater grins, “So, that little speech you gave sure was something. Did you come up with that on the fly, or has this been something you’ve been wanting to say for a while now?”

“No way, I don’t even know why I said any of that stuff,” he rebukes, “I swear, someone must have put something in the food like a truth-telling potion.”

“Ah, so you admit it’s the truth?”

“No! Well, okay, maybe half-truths!”

Cater full on giggling and Ace can feel the heat crawling back up his face.

“I can’t wait to tell (Name)!”

Ruggie

Grim watches as you giggle, poking and petting the Ruggie shaped doll in your hands, before he sighs and joins you on the sofa.

“Why did you have to get a doll? Why not something we can actually use like food?”

“Hey, it’s not like I was planning on buying him; Sam gave him to me for free.” you smile, “But I’m glad he did. The little guy’s almost as lovable as the real Ruggie.”

“You’re so weird.”

Unlike a normal stuffed toy, the doll seems to be made out of all sorts of different material. Bits of felt, cotton, and even leather make up his body and clothes, but curious of all is his ears. Soft but not flimsy, you find yourself petting and playing with his hair and ears the most. Would Ruggie’s real ears feel the same if you pet him? Yeah right, as if he’d ever let you do something like that.

“I guess I’ll just have to settle for Ruggie-doll,” you say, petting his hair with a sigh.

Ruggie just needs to put the food on Leona’s desk - it’s ten paces away - and then he can leave; it won’t take long. He counts in his head, focusing on not spilling anything, and he’s there at nine. He’s in the middle of putting the tray down when he feels it.

A hand running down his tail.

The clatter of the ceramic and silverware slamming onto the desk makes Leona sit up in bed and glare at the hyena.

“Oi, you better not have spilled anything.”

“S-Sorry…”

Now that’s not a response Leona was expecting. Coupled with the flushed face, it’s more than enough to tell him that something’s wrong.

“You’re hiding something, Ruggie. Whatever it is, you might as well spit it out. I’m not eating that food if you’re sick,”

“I’m not sick,” Ruggie sighed, cleaning up the little bits of food that went flying, “Someone’s just using their magic to mess with me, that’s all.”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing! I swear! I haven’t been causin’ any trouble lately!”

“I’ll bet. Find out what’s going on and fix it. You’re no good to me like this.”

“Yes, Leona-san.”

He all but scrambles out of the room, slamming the door behind him just as he feels a brush against his ears. Yeah, he’s gotta fix this fast. He runs through every encounter he’s had over the past few days, still trying to think of anything of note even when he’s in bed.

“No, no. Not those guys either… Maybe someone from the lunch rush…”

Something - or someone - rubs against his ears again and the tension in his neck melts. Ruggie tries to stay alert, but the exhaustion of the day coupled with the feeling of someone petting his ears is taking a toll on his body. It’s getting harder to keep his eyes open but when he closes them, he can practically see the perpetrator. Running their fingers through his hair and gently scratching the one spot behind his ears before softly brushing their fingers against it. For a moment Ruggie could’ve sworn he heard them laugh, and it’s such a sweet sound. Sweet enough that he presses his head against their hand as he falls asleep.

Idia

“Why did you pick that one?”

Grim stared down at the tiny Idia doll - Chibi-Idia, you decided - with a look that was a mix between confused and annoyed. His tail flicks back and forth, and the fires in his ears are starting to glow a little brighter. You quickly scoop up the doll before Grim can do anything to the poor thing.

“Don’t talk to Chibi-Idia that way!”

“You already named it? Why?! It’s just as creepy as the real deal.”

“Well I happen to like both Idias,” you state matter-of-factly. The little monster eyes the doll before scoffing and walking off.

“Fine, I’ll go see what snacks you got.”

Once he’s out of sight, you relax and lie back in bed, holding up Chibi-Idia. Just like the real Idia, the mouth sewn onto his face is curved into a frown. You suppose it’s more realistic that way, but it’s kind of sad, too. Is the real Idia frowning right now, or is he smiling?

“I hope you’re smiling…”

“...You look so much better when you’re smiling.”

What the heck?!

Idia lifts off one headphone and looks up from the screens. As usual, he’s the only one in his room, even though he could’ve sworn he heard you right beside him. Perhaps it’s someone online? No, it’s your voice. He’s heard you enough times to know the difference. So he must be imagining things. Right, that has to be it. As if you’d ever tell him something like that.

“I don’t care what others say; I think you’re pretty cool.”

Maybe he’s got some recording playing in the background, though Idia doesn’t remember ever hearing you say something so sweet, least of all directed to him. He pauses the game and begins going through his programs, looking for the recording. His search comes up short. Nothing.

Just what is happening?

“You’re so smart, but also so creative.”

He rips his headphones off and does a full 180 in his chair. The lights are off, but the room’s illuminated in a blue light; it’s enough for him to tell that he’s all alone in his room. How long has he been gaming for? Maybe he should lie down. Or at least find a different game to play.

“And the way you literally light up whenever you get passionate about something…”

Is he being haunted by a ghost? It’s the only explanation Idia can think of. He can feel it, a pair of arms draped over his shoulders, lips right next to his ear, and a puff of breath against his skin.

“I wonder, do you ever see yourself the way I do?”

His hands go to where yours would be, only to grab the fabric of his jacket.

“Maybe one day…”

You laugh. Oh, no, not the laugh. It rattles around his skull and fills up his chest. The pale blue light in the room starts to tinge to a soft pink.

“Oh well. Goodnight, Chibi-Idia…”

Then, silence.

A minute passes before Idia returns to his computer, quickly scrubbing through security footage as quickly as possible. Then he finds it. A recording of you leaving the school store, carrying a bag with a tuft of bright blue poking out. The recording is less than an hour old.

Idia can’t hold back his grin.

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little-emerald-snake · 5 months

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Smutmas Day 19

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.” - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

690 words

Warning: semi public fondling, bondage, spanking, name calling, rough, possessive, unprotected p-in-v sex

She and Sebastian had been invited to a Hogwarts alumni gala. The proceeds would go to charity for muggle born witches and wizards to get scholarships for magical educations.

They had gladly attended the event and took joy in dressing up all fancy and proper to join some of their old classmates for such a good cause. Sebastian looked incredible in his tux and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him.

She also looked stunning in a gown that matched her house colors, hair done up into an elegant updo befitting a princess. Sebastian had even told her she looked like a princess.

He looked like her very own prince which had her giving him a fair amount of attention and flirty looks. He grinned, fully able to read the lusty expression she wore on her face as they danced and chatted amongst friends.

While dancing she was pressed so tightly against him, sliding her hips across his in the perfect teasing manner, causing his fingers to dig into the soft skin of her hip in warning. In a deep husky tone he leaned in and whispered. “You better start behaving. Don’t make me take you home and punish you for riling me up in front of all our friends.”

She smiled innocently. Tossing him the sweetest, most innocent look she could muster. She proceeded to do anything but behave. Grinding even more against him while music blared around them or teasing her fingers up the inside of his solid thigh as they sat and talked with friends.

By the end of the night Sebastian was well past worked up and the moment they appareated home he had her bent over the couch, pulling off her dress in the process.

She knew all her teasing would eventually have her end up here and as much as his crazed hurry to get his revenge scared her, it excited her more than anything. She loved when Sebastian became like this, crazed with lust just for her.

A man on a mission to release the pent up need for her that he harbored all night at the gala. He kept her bent over the couch fully naked but still dolled up with her jewelry and such.

He pulled her arms behind her back and tied them together with his bow tie. His suit was still on but his pants were far enough down that his throbbing, angry erection stood straight out in front of him, awaiting her heat.

He spanked her across one ass cheek harshly. “You better be greatful I need to fuck you so bad or I’d make this perfect round ass so red with all my fucking handprints, princess. Although you’d like that wouldn’t you, being covered in my marks like a pretty little slut.”

She moaned pitifully as he thrust into her soaking wet pussy. She was already a dripping mess when he tugged off her underwear. “That’s right baby, feel how tight and wet you are around my cock. Your pussy was made for me. Gonna remind you what it’s like to be my little slut since you think it’s fun to tease me all night like you’re in charge.”

Her fingers dug into the couch cushions as she braced herself, allowing him to plow into her and use her exactly like he said. All she could do was lay there over the couch and take it while he used her soaking wet pussy.

He’d brought her to two orgasms by having her reach between her legs and thrum her clit. He was building her up on a third, sweat dripping from his brow as he held back his own till she came again around him.

Only once she released did he finally bury himself within her walls allow himself to fill her with thick ropes of his cum. After coming down from his high he pulled himself from her and watched a glob of his cum drip from her before spanking her ass again. “Should be a good reminder of who’s in charge.”

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st-rayy · 2 months

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A night like no other (spent with you) - A KaveTham Smut One-Shot

I WROTE THIS FOR MY BBG @michiruzz ILYSM /p Here's your smut, sir. Enjoy it. No proof-read by another person, we die like fyodor.

tw: NSFW/18+, described sexual intercourse

rough word count: 3484

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A night like no other (spent with you)

In the evening hours of a stressful day the door of the home that belonged to a certain Acting Grand Sage creaked open. Groaning Kaveh entered the house. Today was one of the few days he actually had his keys and didn’t forget them here.

The blonde was done for the day. Not only did almost everything fall apart, quite literally, no, the guy he lived with left the whole house a mess. Kaveh was not in the mood to clean the house today, not now, not this evening.

The architect might be the housewife here, seeing as he does clean and cook for himself, totally not for Al-Haitham, or because the grey haired man asked him to. Everything Kaveh did was totally done for his own personal needs.

Who was he kidding?

Silence filled the room. It was a nice contrast to the loud noise at work, at least for Kaveh. He slumped down on the already messy couch. This was the only seat available right now. How could one even own this many books… He didn’t want to move, he wished he could just fall asleep right here and now.

And honestly he was about to do that.

If it weren’t for Al-Haitham coming into the room, Kaveh would’ve slept peacefully on the couch. If it weren’t for his damned Junior to nudge Kaveh in annoyance, Kaveh would’ve been able to relax. If it weren’t for Al-Haitham suddenly yelling his name, Kaveh would’ve enjoyed this evening.

The blonde raised his head with squinted eyes, clearly unhappy about the way Al-Haitham spoke with him.

“Excuse me?!”

“Excuse you? Have you seen how dirty everything looks here?”

Kaveh’s eye twitched. He was NOT having this right now.

“Yeah? So?! Clean it yourself!”

Maybe he shouldn’t have yelled. Al-Haitham’s face morphed into something between surprise and anger.

“Don’t yell at me. I told you that you could stay here rent free this month if you help me keep this place cleaned.” The Acting Grand Sage crossed his arms above his oh-so-hot looking chest. Kaveh, get your head out of the clouds.

Shaking his head Kaveh frowned at Al-Haitham. That was their deal. Yet, that didn’t mean that Kaveh would be Al-Haitham’s maid.

“Yuh. I said ‘HELP’ not that I’d take responsibility of keeping this place cleaned all the time.”

“Get up.”

“No.”

Tension started to grow between them. They just glared at each other, something they did regularly when they argued. Whoever looked away first lost.

This time Al-Haitham dropped it first, shaking his head. “Fine, be my guest.” He snarled and Kaveh felt triumphant that he won.

However, suddenly the blonde felt a weight on top of him. He groaned in pain and looked over his shoulder to see what’s the cause.

Seeing Al-Haitham casually taking a seat on top of Kaveh was not what he expected.

“The fuck, Haitham?! Get off!”

“I gave you a chance to move but you didn’t listen. Stop moving around.”

Oh, how it angered him that Al-Haitham was taking this so casually. And it bothered Kaveh even more that he started to not mind the gray haired man’s weight on top of him.

Kaveh just sighed. He didn’t protest any further. What’s the point arguing with someone as stubborn as Al-Haitham.

Now that he thought about it, Al-Haitham wasn’t as heavy as he looked. Sure he had these gorgeous looking muscles… a defined chest… the abs…. those delicious looking thighs.

Kaveh had to stop himself before he started drooling.

The heat rushed to Kaveh’s face. He was totally NOT thinking about Al-Haitham in such a dirty way?

Right…?

The blonde felt his mouth run dry. Fuck, now he felt the heat rush through his whole body. Damn himself, damn hormones and damn his body for reacting to his damned thoughts.

“What’s wrong, Kaveh?” Al-Haitham spoke up. He must’ve sensed how tense Kaveh suddenly was, maybe the flushed face or the way he avoided eye contact gave it away.

“Are you feeling sick?”

A hand reached out for Kaveh’s head and he quickly pulled away.

“No, I’m fine.”

“Stop lying.”

The architect bit his tongue. Of course the great Al-Haitham would notice. He always noticed everything!

Quite literally everything.

As Al-Haitham had gone quiet again, Kaveh felt the need to look up to see why he did. He would probably never forget that sight of a flustered Al-Haitham staring down at him. The blonde raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“You’re horny.”

If the blonde wasn’t blushing already, he definitely was now. He eyes followed Al-Haitham’s, who was staring almost amazed at Kaveh’s crotch area.

“THE FUCK ARE YOU STARING AT?!” Al-Haitham snapped out from his intense stare and looked up at Kaveh with wide eyes and a flushed red face. God, Kaveh could not bare staring at that expression. It fueld him more and he saw no other way out than pushing the younger man off himself.

“Wait- Kaveh-“

“Leave me alone! Fuck you! I hate you, Haitham! Go fuck yourself!”

He stormed off to his room, heart thumping in his chest. That was weird. He was weird. No, he wasn’t weird, right? Al-Haitham was the weird one, he made it weird! Right…?

Wrong.

Kaveh was scared. Maybe Al-Haitham is going to kick him out now. Maybe that was for the best. All he expected now was Al-Haitham to storm in here and tell him to leave.

But he never did.

Instead there was a soft knock at the door.

“Kaveh, can we talk?” The muffled voice of Al-Haitham could be heard behind the door and the older man felt conflicted.

Reluctantly, Kaveh got off the floor and opened the door, enough that he can could see Al-Haitham’s still flushed face.

“What…?”

“Can I come in?”

“No.”

Okay, maybe the blonde was a bit stubborn. He just didn’t want to risk anything as of now.

“okay…. Well, Kaveh, I’m sorry.”

Oh? That was not what Kaveh expected and it showed on his face. “I’m sorry for yelling at you and I’m- uhm-“ The Acting Grand Sage struggled with his words “I’m…. Sorry for staring….?” It sounded more like a question than a statement.

“You are sorry or you think you’re sorry?” Kaveh snarled “if you don’t mean it don’t say it.”

Rolling his eyes Al-Haitham cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, yeah.” He muttered.

There was an awkward silence between them. After, another moment passed before Kaveh reluctantly opened the door completely. Al-Haitham was still there and Kaveh didn’t know why.

“uh.. yuh, you’re… you’re forgiven…”

Maybe Al-Haitham was waiting for that, but he only nodded his head in return.

Even after this, both of their cheeks were still flushed, everything was still weird and awkward and Kaveh just wanted to disappear right now.

“Uhm… well, good ni-“ The architect made and attempt to close the door, but Al-Haitham stopped him. “No, wait. I…��

“I want to talk about… that, is that okay?”

Kaveh had never seen such a sincere and pleading look on Al-Haitham’s face and he couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

They settled down on Kaveh’s bed, awkwardly and stiffly. They’ve lived together for such a long time already, seen each other shirtless countless of times yet this was such an embarrassing thing. And Kaveh would be lying if he said he didn’t find this sweet, that Al-Haitham cared so much.

“Kaveh.”

The blonde tensed for that tone the younger man spoke in. It send a shiver down his spine. And he cursed himself for finding that hot.

“Was… I the cause of it?” The gray haired man was hesitant in his words, choosing them carefully. Kaveh looked away but he nodded his head. What’s the point in lying now?

“Really?”

The shift in tone suprised Kaveh. Al-Haitham… almost sounded relieved, he sounded happy.

Wait what?

Kaveh turned his head, eyes widening when he saw that small smile on Al-Haitham’s face. What was going on?

Did he resist when Al-Haitham leaned in? No, he didn’t. Did he reject the thought of having Al-Haitham on top of him right now? No, he didn’t. Did Kaveh enjoy the feeling of soft lips pressing against his own in a tender way? Yes, he did.

That kiss was marvelous. If Kaveh wasn’t the one to experience it, he would’ve never believed Al-Haitham to be this bold and good at kissing. Way too good at kissing.

They melted both into that kiss, hands tangling in each other’s hair. Kaveh almost liked the way Al-Haitham pulled on his hair, almost. The blonde was more on the gentle side, caressing the scribe’s back.

Only did they break apart when Kaveh ran low on oxygen. Everything about this moment, everything about this kiss, was fucking hot and loving at the same time. With Al-Haitham of all people.

“Fuck, that felt good.” Al-Haitham mumbled breathlessly. Kaveh was stunned to hear the Al-Haitham, mister perfect, the most calm and collected man he probably knew, use words like ‘fuck’. Nor did he ever think he’d hear Al-Haitham’s pant to be this arousing.

Not that he minded.

The break didn’t last long before the gray haired man crashed his lips back onto the blondes, hungry for more. It was almost cute how Al-Haitham reacted. Kaveh had been with men before, never lasted long. Most of them were just fun nights.

This was… different. Kaveh wished, no, he dreamed of this. Al-Haitham was always on his mind. No matter how many men he slept with, Kaveh always imagined it was Al-Haitham pinning him down and fucking him senseless.

Once they parted again, the Acting Grand Sage oh-so-lovingly stroked Kaveh’s cheek. “You’re really pretty…” Al-Haitham whispered “so so pretty…”

Kaveh chuckled. This side of Al-Haitham was new, new and loving. And honestly, Kaveh’s heart fluttered when Al-Haitham called him pretty.

A few heated kisses later, the blonde felt a hand run down his chest and stopping on his hips, gripping onto them tightly. Hazily, fluttering his blonde eyelashes, Kaveh looked up. “What’re you going to do to me, hm?”

Al-Haitham stilled for a moment, pressing his thumb into Kaveh’s hip joint. Kaveh did not jump, thank you very much.

“I’m going to…” the scribe trailed off, a small smile tugging on his lips “I’m going to take my sweet time loving you.”

Kaveh’s face heated up. His heart jumped, it beat so strongly Kaveh was sure it might just burst out of his chest. The shiver he felt down his spine was nothing compared to the sweet little kisses Al-Haitham sputtered all over his neck.

God, he felt like he was dying.

Dying for more. The blonde was greedy. Too long had he not let show that he, in fact, loved his annoying roommate.

Wet kisses trailed down Kaveh’s neck, to his collarbone, as far as Al-Haitham could reach for now. A whine needily left Kaveh’s lips when Al-Haitham pulled back again to look at the architect.

Kaveh was so pretty, a gorgeous face, fierce red eyes and such a slim body. The grey haired man bit his lips. The warmth in his chest almost made it hard to breath, or maybe Kaveh simply was this breathtaking. And the whine, god, something in Al-Haitham’s pants twitched in reaction.

There was no backing out for the scribe now.

All this time he was longing for Kaveh, he would never admit that though. His heart ached whenever he saw those ugly bags under Kaveh’s eyes, whenever he knew Kaveh wouldn’t return home because he was out at some guy’s place that managed to woo the blonde.

Al-Haitham was almost convinced that nobody could understand or love Kaveh as much as he could. He knew Kaveh, probably more than one would think, all his little antics, just everything.

And finding out what the blonde likes, finding out what makes Kaveh moan out in pleasure was a thrilling thought to the scribe.

They clumsily fiddled with their clothes, trying to get out of them as quick as possible. Al-Haitham returned to his position above Kaveh, still treating the older man as if he was a fragile flower.

Calling Kaveh pretty was an understatement, he was gorgeous! One of the most beautiful things Al-Haitham ever saw in his life. The barely noticable freckles on Kaveh’s shoulders, the pale skin on his stomach, those plump lips and his perfect looking thighs. He really was a piece of art.

“Are you sure you want this?” Kaveh suddenly spoke up and reached for Al-Haitham’s cheeks to hold. The grey haired man blushed, this form of affection, touching, it was all kind of new.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

A sigh of relief left Kaveh’s lips before he smiled giddily. “That makes me really happy…”

Seeing the smile on Kaveh’s lips brought one onto Al-Haitham’s as well. He would love Kaveh the way nobody ever had.

The small kisses started on Kaveh’s neck again, going down slowly. Al-Haitham left no bruises, no hickey, even if Kaveh asked him to he could never.

With every little kiss, the heat in Kaveh’s body spread further. His groin throbbed so badly and he was sure of it, Al-Haitham’s slow pace was going to ruin him.

Kiss after kiss was planted on the blonde’s chest and down his stomach. The architect was already leaking even though the scribe hasn’t even touched his dick yet.

“My, aren’t you excited.” Al-Haitham teased much to Kaveh’s embarassment.

“Of course I am… with how well you’re treating me- Ah~”

The blonde moaned and winked in a teasing manner, causing Al-Haitham’s cheeks to flush bright red.

Warm and wet kisses trailed down Kaveh’s thighs before Al-Haitham stopped. He sat there, hesitantly, unsure what to do now. What was his plan even? He couldn’t remember. At that, the blonde smiled to himself, taking ahold of Al-Haitham’s face to guide him back up.

“Your inexperience is making you look adorable.” Kaveh grinned and took Al-Haitham’s hand “Shall I guide you? You don’t need to worry, I’ll tell you if I like it or not, okay?”

The scribe seemed conflicted at first but then he nodded slowly, letting Kaveh take his hand and guide it over the blonde’s body. Kaveh’s skin was so soft, something Al-Haitham always wished to touch in this way.

“And if you don’t like something you tell me right away, understood? No bearing in pain or discomfort, if you want to stop we stop.” The blonde squished the scribe’s cheeks lovingly and it warmed Al-Haitham’s heart that Kaveh was this caring.

“Understood.” He whispered and kissed Kaveh’s lips again. That was the only thing he knew how to do. Sex was never something Al-Haitham engaged and never wanted. Well, at least not with someone random.

Eventually Al-Haitham’s hand found Kaveh’s hips again. The smaller man adjusted his position and wrapped his arms around Al-Haitham’s neck to pull him down with him.

“I want you to open my drawer and take out that little pink glass container, please?” The blonde asked and Al-Haitham obeyed. He didn’t know what was inside nor did he ask. Kaveh spoke up again “Nari made that for me… it was a joke gift but… well now it’s actually getting to be used.”

The scribe totally didn’t blush or yelp when Kaveh moved Al-Haitham’s hand to the architect’s butt. His heart leaped and Al-Haitham watched Kaveh put some of that cold cream-like substance on his fingers.

“Watch and learn.” Kaveh purred teasingly.

With a deep breath, Al-Haitham watched Kaveh carefully, eyes fixated on the finger that the blonde shoved inside himself. He cringed, that looked painful but for some reason the architect looked and sounded to be in bliss.

The curiosity and thirst for knowledge couldn’t be stopped, so the scribe reached for Kaveh’s hand to replace it with his own. The blonde gave a reassuring and encouraging smile that had Al-Haitham’s chest warm up once more.

A moan followed, then another. The grey haired man wasn’t sure if he’s doing it right but taking in Kaveh’s sounds and pretty face, he must’ve been.

Shaky breaths left Kaveh’s lips. “Another one.”

Who was Al-Haitham to disobey? He did as he was told, carefully adding another finger. While he could never imagine how that could possibly feel good, he was happy to make Kaveh feel like that.

Too concentrated on the blondes needs, Al-Haitham hadn’t even noticed his throbbing dick, desperate for friction.

“Ohhh~ Haitham~ Please, please shove it in alreadyyy~”

That was fucking hot.

No matter how much he wanted to act annoyed Al-Haitham couldn’t help himself but blush and gasp in reaction to Kaveh’s moans.

“Okay… okay.” It took Al-Haitham a while to actually do it, but he positioned himself anyway. “Are you… sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Nonsense. You won’t hurt me.”

“But I-“

The kiss might’ve caught him off guard, but it helped him trust in Kaveh’s words.

Though, once again he found himself unsure of how to actually do it. He could sense the blonde watching him, he could practically hear the smile in Kaveh’s breathy moans.

“Haaaitham~” the architect giggled. “Here.”

The scribe jumped from the feeling of a hand on his ass, slowly and gently guiding his hips forward.

“You just push it in, okay? Slowly and carefully. If you feel like it wouldn’t fit or as if you shouldn’t push then don’t.”

Okay, yeah, Al-Haitham could do that. When even was the last time that he was this nervous anyway? This was Kaveh after all. With a deep breath, Al-Haitham slowly inserted himself, gaining a loud, satisfied moan from the man underneath him.

“Ohhh~ god~ you’re fucking big~”

Al-Haitham’s eyes narrowed and he growled, partially playfully and partially because Kaveh did not need to be loud like that.

“Shut.” Al-Haitham sneered to which the architect laughed. The playful kisses on his neck and the growling that followed only made Kaveh laugh more.

Were they just about to have sex? Well, yes. Did that stop them from being silly? Not at all.

Al-Haitham pushed in fully. Both of them panted, taking breaths to calm down. The grey haired man waited, specifically, for Kaveh to say something. The blonde gently gripped Al-Haitham’s shoulders and sighed breathlessly. “You may move…”

It was an awfully slow pace that Al-Haitham moved with. He pulled back, slowly and carefully, and pushed back in just as slow. Kaveh whined, that was both hot and annoying at the same time. His moans were long and soft, the grip he had on Al-Haitham’s shoulders slowly tightened.

“Faster… Please, Haitham, move faster~”

But the pleads fell on deaf ears. The slow pace continued and as much as the blonde hated it, he got riled up more and more from that.

“Haaaithaaam~” a needy moan rumbled through his throat “Pleaaaase~”

Maybe, just maybe, Al-Haitham enjoyed these needy and pleading moans. He smirked and finally, after minutes of building up, he finally started to move faster.

Kaveh’s eyes closed and he arched his back when Al-Haitham’s tip collided with his prostate. He grit his teeth, growling and moaning in pleasure.

“Oh… oh~ yes~ mmm~” Those sweet noises were music to Al-Haitham’s ear, while he only panted a bit and occasionally gasped or groaned out in pleasure himself.

Sounds of skin slapping against skin and moaning slowly filled the room. Kaveh had to stop himself from screaming out in ecstasy because he was well aware that anybody passing by outside might hear it.

The bed creaked softly, and Al-Haitham felt himself close to his peak.

“Kaveh…. Ka-veh~ fuck… I think I’ll come.” Al-Haitham groaned softly. The blonde moaned in response and nodded his head. “a little more, baby….!~” the blond whined.

The Acting Grand Sage could barely keep himself together. His insides felt tense, pressure too much to handle. The blonde felt much the same, so much that his nails painfully digged into Al-Haitham’s shoulders.

A few moments later Al-Haitham couldn’t hold it anymore. He pulled out, releasing his load onto Kaveh and partially himself. The blonde followed right after, whining because he had actually prefered Al-Haitham to fill him up.

“Mmm~ Haithaaam~” The blonde pouted and pleaded “why did you pull out? You meanie…”

Even after sex Kaveh was the same as always, which made Al-Haitham smile in amusement. The taller man let himself fall on top of his roommate, tired sigh leaving him.

“Oi! You’re heavy!”

“Hm? Too bad I don’t care.”

“Augh?! You little shit!”

And again, they were laughing, Kaveh ruffling the scribe’s hair in a playful manner.

Once they settled down Al-Haitham hummed softly. His hand mindlessly caressed Kaveh’s messy hair while he let the blonde cuddle against his chest.

“I love you.”

A ghost of a kiss pressed against the architect’s forehead. Kaveh smiled tiredly, his eye fluttering slightly. His chest felt warm, his stomach felt tingly, butterflies flying around in it. Taking a deep breath of Al-Haitham’s scent, he opened his mouth.

“I love you too.”

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Sweet: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 1k

Request: eddie always skipping school and reader wants to help him pass so she always copies her notes for him except he doesnt know its her till they have to do a project together

You sighed as you looked over at the empty seat next to you, it looks like Eddie had decided to skip history class again, so you made a mental note to make a copy of your notes and stick them in his locker during lunch and before you ask no he didn't know it was you helping you. Your friends didn't understand why you helped Eddie when he clearly didn't, but you really did want to see him graduate this year because he was a smart kid who just didn't know how to focus on something like school for more than five minutes.

You finished making Eddie's copy of today's notes and were currently sliding them into his locker when you heard someone yell boo making you drop the notes as you heard the laugh of your best friend Robin.

"Seriously Robin, you about to give me a heart attack." You said picking the notes and sliding them into Eddie's locker.

"Again? I don't know why you just don't hand them to him instead of sliding them into his locker." Robin said.

"Because Robin I don't do it for recognition, I do it so that the poor boy can pass history class and actually graduate this year." You said picking up your bag.

"Sure that's why you do it and not because you like him." She said knocking her elbow against yours making you shake your head at her as you two walked to the lunch room.

The next day Eddie got to school and went to his locker to grab his notebook when a familiar piece of paper with what looked like yesterday's history notes. He always wondered who was making these notes for them and why they did it because he didn't so why should someone else. He made his way to history class and saw you already sitting there, flipping through your rolling stone magazine, and even though you and Eddie ran with different crowds you two were friends and Eddie maybe had a tiny crush on you.

"Shock me shock me, Eddie Munson actually making an appearance in history class." You said teasing him as he took his seat next to you.

"Figured I'd make an appearance you know to keep her happy." He said referring to your history teacher who was looking through something at her desk.

"Hmm, should we feel honored by your presence then?" You asked looking over at him.

He was about to respond to you when the bell rang and your teacher stood up in front of the classroom and started talking about something that Eddie really wasn't interested in until she mentioned a project that could be done with a partner as she passed out sheets on what project was going to be on.

"Hey, do you wanna work on this together? Unless you were planning on working with someone else." Eddie asked turning and looking at you.

"No I was going to ask you anyway...so I would love to." You said turning and looking at him making him smile a bit.

"So I have Hellfire after school but should be available around 5 if you're free?" He asked you.

"Umm I actually work tonight but I'm free all day tomorrow if you are." You said to him.

"Yeah tomorrow works, do you want to exchange numbers so we can figure out a time tomorrow to work on this?" He asked you.

"Sure thing, if you call and my little brother answers just leave a message." You said making him laugh as you handed him a piece of paper with your number on it.

The next day Eddie called you that morning and you both agreed to meet at your place since you had moved room and you were babysitting your little brother. Eddie knocked on the door and was greeted by your little brother.

"Your boyfriend's here!" He yelled making Eddie laugh as he walked into the house.

"He's not my boyfriend! And what did mom say about you opening the door?" You called out as you walked down the hall.

"Hi Eddie, this is my annoying brother Grayson." You said ruffling your brother's hair causing him to groan and swat your hair away.

"Hi there bud, I'm Eddie." He said offering his hand out to your little brother who took Eddie's hand.

After getting your brother settled on something, you two headed to your room and began working on your project as you what you had done so far, Eddie became fascinated by your handwriting because it looked a lot similar to the one from the notes that had been put in his locker since history class started.

"Oh sorry, I know my handwriting is kinda sloppy." You said noticing him focusing on one of your note pages.

"No it's not that, it's actually pretty. But it looks a lot like the handwriting of someone who has been making sure I get my history notes when I skip. Do you know anything about that?" He asked you making you panic a little.

"No, I don't." You said a little too quickly.

"You sure about that?" He asked again.

"Okay fine it's been me this whole semester that's been making copies of my notes for you on days you skipped so that you could actually pass the class." You said groaning.

"Can I ask you why?" He asked you.

"Because I can see how smart you are, you just have the attention span of a fly, so I figured that maybe if I just gave you copies of my notes then you could actually graduate this year and not repeat. I know it's weird and I'm sorry." You said.

"No I think it's really sweet of you to do that and not say anything, so thank you." He said making you smile.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

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universalwhoreofthesouth · 5 months

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Repudiation - MITO

Pairing: ex boyfriend! MITO x gn! reader

Genre: angst (but with a “happy” ending)

Warning(s): mito is his own individual (no ian mentions), mentions toxic relationship, mito refuses to let you go, the m in mito stands for mad man, bonnie & clyde mentions (ifykyk), slight self harm mention

A/N: I got inspired to write this because 1. I love Mito and his involvement with The Other Side lore and 2. I read pt. 1 and 2 of Set My Wings On Fire by @nirvanawrites111

A/N: Is it fucked up that I was lowkey giggling while writing this?

It was a quarter before midnight. The cold raindrops poured down from the sky, tapping against your black umbrella as you walked from your now ex boyfriend’s house. Your mind was racing although you were upset.. You weren’t as upset as you’d thought you’d be. It was more complicated than explained. When you and.. Him Mito broke up, you thought that hole in your heart could never be filled again. Too broken to fix. Too wounded to be cured. Even when you were in a new relationship, your mind was still in the past imagining that he was with you instead. You felt your chest start to close in on itself, your lungs burning, aching for a release as your eyes watered, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks like a waterfall. Fuck.

You grabbed your phone, smacking your teeth when realizing that it’s almost dead. You swallowed down your urge to scream and cause a scene despite the empty sidewalk you were occupying. You tried to think of a solution. Maybe call someone? Try to call a taxi? You only had 5 percent battery left. You go to phone a friend until you hear whistling through the rain. At first you didn’t think much of it until you recognized the tune of said whistling. A tune he created and would always mimic with his fingers or guitar.

It can’t be…

Right?

“I’ve been looking for you (Y/N)” his gravelly voice still gave your spine chills. You kept walking but you knew he would follow you like he always did.

“I know you hear me speaking to you (Y/N)” You sigh and stop walking with your back turned to him.

“How did you find me?”

“That’s not a nice way to greet your love now is it?”

“Mito.”

“I love when you say my name angel” you could hear the cheekiness in his voice, making you more frustrated.

“What do you want?”

“There’s plenty that I want but I need you. I need to fix what we had” You scoffed.

“You need me? Even after everything you’ve done to me? I’d rather die”

“I visited death many times before darling so I know that’s an exaggeration from you”

“Can you just leave me alone? You’ve already ruined my life enough”

“If I really did ruin your life, you wouldn’t be standing to tell the tale, isn’t that right?”

“You’re fucking crazy.” You feel his eyes stare daggers into your back, piercing through your skin. Then he laughed but it didn’t sound joyful.

“I’d prefer the term, misguided, but I’ll play along with your game (Y/N) since I’m crazy” The air went stiff.

“Do you want me to show you crazy?” You flinched as you felt his warm breath brush against the nape of your neck, leaving goosebumps on your skin.

“Get off of me..”

“Answer my question~”

“No, I don’t”

“What a shame. I was going to show you what I did with the cunt’s body once you left the apartment” You turn around and face him, hoping you didn’t hear what you just heard.

“You what?”

“And you wonder how I always find you. A birdie told me that you had a boyfriend but I originally thought to leave you alone until I found out what the bastard did behind your back so I took matters into my own hands but I did get a little help” A wave of nausea hit you when he smiled despite saying the most corrupt thing.

“How did you.. Why?!” Mito wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closely.

“Because you’re mine and I always protect what’s mine”

“I’m not yours anymore Mito. You can go to jail for doing this” He smiles wickedly again.

“As if the police would catch me and as long as you don’t say a word, everything will be fine. I didn’t train a snitch, did I?” His dark eyes bored into yours, making you look away from the intense gaze.

“No.. you didn’t but this isn’t right! You killed my ex and expect me to go back to you after doing that!” You tried to push him off but it was pointless, him being twice your size in every way.

“Why would I expect something that I know is going to happen? The old (Y/N) would fawn over it”

“Well I’m not the old (Y/N) anymore, I matured”

“For the worse, you lost the fun in you” He chuckled, frustrating you.

“No, I realized that being with you would cause me nothing but hell”

“But you were happier then, no?” You bit your tongue, unable to defend yourself. You were happier with him. He took care of you when he wasn’t spiraling out of control. He loved you intensely, in ways not even a normal person can mimic. He would carve his own heart out and give it to you to prove his love for you. Though it did scare you at first, not wanting Mito to harm himself to show that he loved you but as time grew, you embraced it.

“I was happier but it only for a little while”

“So you’re saying you weren’t happy with me?”

“That’s not what-”

“Look me in my eyes when you say that.” You look back at Mito, seeing an unrecognizable glint in his eyes, instantly swallowing your words.

“Just as I thought. You’re a bad liar (Y/N). You swear up and down the street that you hate my guts and wished I left you alone but you secretly love it. You love when you’re all I think about. You enjoy corrupting my mind, you’re not innocent in this.” He hisses but his expression wasn’t anger, he was amused. You were caught, you didn’t know what to say in rebuttal. No matter how many times you said no, your heart said yes. Your heart said go back into his arms and everything will be okay. You didn’t realize that you started crying until you felt Mito’s rough hands caress your cheek, wiping your tears.

“I just.. Felt lost after we split. I didn’t know what to do”

“Neither did I, which is why I kept looking for you. You complete me (Y/N) but you kept running from me”

“Because I was afraid that everything wouldn’t be the same again” He chuckled.

“Nothing in this puny little world could make me love you any less darling. You’re my angel, the piece that makes me whole” Your heart swelled at his words.

“All I ask for is you to take me back and we try again” He takes your hand and presses his lips against your knuckle, right on the small “m” scar on your right hand.

“I want to try again” You whisper, the dead butterflies coming back to life.

#Spotify #dpr scenarios #dpr ian #dpr ian x reader #krnb #dream perfect regime #the other side

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widowwaddles · 8 months

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The Aftermath

Part 2 of the Yelena the Match Maker - The (Late) Valentine's Day Special

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Warnings: insecure Wanda, a bit more angsty than I intended but a happy ending, and an even more "happy" bonus ending

W/c: ~1.5k

Taglist: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx, @username23345, @nikkinss

A/n: it’s not the best, but it’s been sitting in my drafts for months lol

You weren’t too sure what to expect when you knocked on Wanda’s door. You already knew she was expecting you, but as you knocked on the door, you couldn’t help but get nervous. Despite having all the evidence needed to clear your name, you didn’t know how Wanda would react – if she’d even believe you. This was the most upset you’ve ever seen her, she ignored you when she left the community center and didn’t even wait for you in the parking lot so you could drive to her house together.

What really set shivers down your spine was the text you received from Natasha, telling you to fix this issue with Wanda before she takes matters into her own hands. Natasha was very protective over Wanda, as she stood by her side through the highs and lows of her relationship with Vision. You tried to explain that her sister was the mastermind before this, but she just left you on read. Not the best sign, especially if it is any reflection of what’s to come for your conversation with Wanda.

She opens the door, not even bothering to look as she turns back inside. She walks back towards her couch, crossing her arms and giving you an expectant look when you enter the room. You sat on the couch, looking up at Wanda as you waited for her next move. You couldn’t help but feel like a child about to be scolded at this moment. It would be a funny memory to bring up in the future IF you can save your relationship. You silently curse Yelena as Wanda sits on the completely opposite side of the couch.

“Wanda, I-”

“Before you start, I just wanted to say something to you” she interrupts, causing you to look at her in surprise. “It’s something I’ve been thinking about since we decided to give this a chance, and everything that happened today kinda put it all in perspective” The moment those words left her mouth, your heart started to ache. This was not the direction you were hoping this conversation would go. You start to protest, but she silences you with one firm look.

“I don’t want you to interrupt me. I don’t think I will be able to get it all out if you do. Please” she finishes off her plea with a cracked voice. You give her a look, silently promising to keep your word.

“From the moment we met, I knew you were special. I had no idea that it would be anything beyond a friendship, and I definitely did not believe that it would progress as fast as it did. Honestly, I’ve never been happier and I’m so thankful to you because I never thought I’d get to experience it again” Her eyes start to water, as she smiles. “I don’t have much experience when it comes to relationships or friends. Vision was my first for everything after I moved here, and he was supposed to be my last…until he wasn’t. I know what happens when things move too fast and you lose parts of who you are because you’re so desperate to keep it from falling apart. And I’m so scared of that happening to us, and having to lose you because of it” She shifts her focus to her hands as more tears start to fall from her eyes. You move towards her, grabbing her hands before she can start picking (a habit you’ve discovered in the months you’ve been dating).

“After the divorce, I thought I was done with relationships altogether. I believed I was too broken to ever have that chance again. Until you came along. I’ve never had this, something that feels so balanced and healthy. Everything is so new to me, these feelings are so new to me. I just want to let it consume me; to just keep you close and never let go. But that wouldn’t be fair to you” Wanda pulls away. “I don’t want to force you into something you’re not ready for. I know that we decided to take things slow so It wasn’t fair of me to get so upset about someone buying you flowers. You should be allowed to keep your options open, especially with all of the baggage I have. It’s probably better that you figure it out now, rather than later” Wanda ends, giving you a strained smile.

“Am I allowed to speak now?” you ask.

“Yes”

“I understand what you have said, about not wanting things to move too fast and it ultimately leading to the downfall of our relationship. I have the same fears too, but I would NEVER treat you the way Vision did. I don’t see you as broken. I see you as a strong, loving woman and mother. Someone who’s continued to push forward despite everything life has thrown her way. Someone that I find myself falling for (and over) ever since we met. Yeah, it may be too soon for me to be saying these things but it’s hard not to when you’ve met someone this perfect. I can’t even explain how deep my feelings go, but I just want you to know that you aren’t alone in this. And you will never be again if you’ll allow me to stay by your side. I don’t want to ‘keep my options open’ when I have the best thing in front of me. You are all I want, I promise you. Despite everything that’s happened in the past, and we have no idea where things will go in the future, as long as you’re the only constant in my life I don’t care what happens” You move closer to Wanda, bringing your hand up to wipe her tears.

“I know you’ve been told so many empty promises, but I want to prove it to you” She brings her hand up to cover yours. She nods her head, tears filling her eyes again but this time was different. They were tears of relief and security.

“And the first step to our future, is this” Using your other hand, you pull out the receipts from your pocket. It wasn’t as smooth as you thought it would be, but you held it out for Wanda to take. You watch as she reads the papers and the moment it all clicks in her head. Wanda crumples the papers and throws her body into your arms.

“I’m going to kill her” her voice muffled by your body.

“You and me both” wrapping your arms around her and holding her tightly against you. Honestly, you weren’t that upset with Yelena anymore in that moment, you were just happy you got to hold Wanda again. The crisis was averted and you just wanted to revel in the moment. Tomorrow you could think of revenge.

*** Bonus "Alternative" Ending (18+, suggestive content below)

It took a lot of groveling.

“Wanda, I’ve already shown you the receipt, why are you still angry with me?” you whine.

Wanda glances between you and the receipt on her table, a frown settled on her face.

And I mean a lot of groveling.

“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me Wanda, I would never want to jeopardize that.” You say wrapping your arms around Wanda tightly, pulling her into you as you fall back onto her couch. Wanda stays still, relishing in the warmth of your body for a moment before pulling away. You think she’s going to stand up and leave, a pout instantly making its way onto your lips, but to your surprise - she straddles your lap.

“I trust you and I believe you about Yelena being behind this” she leans down, close to your ear before continuing. “I just don’t like the idea of anyone buying you flowers” Pulling away to look you in the eyes, you see hers have darkened. Leaning forward you try to kiss her but she backs up. Her hand pushes on your chest until you're lying flat against the cushions again.

“I think you need to be reminded who you belong to” Grabbing your hand she pins them above your head. She grabs your neck, tilting it to the side before pressing a kiss against your pulse point.

“And no touching until I’m done,” she says, before diving into your neck and marking her territory. You couldn’t help but think that this is what Yelena meant when she said Wanda was going to destroy you. Wanda doesn’t give your mind much time to think about anything else as she draws moans from your throat, only motivating her to go harder.

After practically completely covering your neck, Wanda pulls away with a satisfied look.

“You know that I’m yours, right?” She grabs your hands leading them to her hips. She smiles at how responsive you are, your hands slightly lowering and gripping her tight, as you nod your head eagerly. She leans down again, this time hovering over your lips.

“Then prove it to me”

And so you did until any remaining doubts plaguing Wanda’s mind faded along with her consciousness as she lay against your chest that night. You kiss her head, as you think of how your next conversation with Yelena will go. Even though you ended up enjoying the outcome, if it wasn’t for the receipts, you don’t even think you’d still be in a relationship. Deciding this is something you’d have to deal with tomorrow, you pull Wanda into you

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Chapter Two

To snatch a short break from Nyx, who was in a positively vile mood due to teething, Feyre winnowed Nesta home. Lucien remained at the river estate to speak with Rhysand. His presence had Elain making an excuse why she needed to retreat to her bedroom despite Lucien saying nothing more than a polite hello. Nesta had wrinkled her nose up, disappointed with her sister for being too cowardly to tell Lucien if she did not care for him.

‘Don’t make me go back,’ said Feyre, pressing her knuckles to her eyelids. ‘All he has done today is cry.’

‘Rhysand or Nyx?’

Feyre let out a sigh. ‘I am exhausted. Rhys is busy with Illyria. If I didn’t have the wraiths and Elain, I don’t know what I’d do. I never have a minute to paint anymore.’

Nesta jailed her tongue. She had wanted to say that’s what happens when a twenty-something year old has a child with a man she’s known for a couple of years. It was laughable that Feyre thought she might have time for painting with a baby and a court to manage. She said nothing, only waited for Feyre to say her goodbye rather than cause an upset.

The house greeted her with a sharp tug of the curtains across the windows and back in lieu of a wave. She couldn’t help but smile at it. Lucien was right, it was a house - but it was still her friend. It had been the house who gently encouraged her to eat and shower each day when they had seemed like impossible tasks.

It prepared food for her that evening despite her blood still being thick with sugar from the bakery. She ate alone in the quiet with a book pressed open beside her bowl of broccoli soup.

Cassian didn’t arrive until late, when she was already busy in the bedroom. Mud had dried up his cheek and his hair was matted with it. He flopped into a chair in their bedroom.

Nesta exhaled through her nose. ‘You’ll make the chair filthy. Stand up. Take your boots off.’

‘The house will clean it.’

‘That’s not the point,’ she protested. They didn’t need to make more work for the house for the sake of it.

At the sight of her open bag on the bed and the folded piles of clothes beside it, Cassian startled. ‘Visiting Emerie?’

‘No,’ she said airily. ‘I’m going to the Dawn Court.’

A hand landed on her shoulder to turn her. The light of his siphon nearly blinded her. She shielded her face from it, so Cassian covered it with his hand.

‘Tell me that again. Dawn Court. Since when?’

‘Lucien invited me. I’d like to shadow him to see if I still want the role as emissary.’

‘Lucien is emissary. There can’t be two.’

‘Then tell Lucien I’m about to usurp him,’ she replied, turning back to her bag and adding a thin, lilac dress to it. She had been advised that it was very warm except near the sea where the breeze provided a blast of fresh air.

Cassian stared at her for a moment. ‘Why are you in this mood?’

‘I’m not in any mood. Actually, I’m in a good mood. I’ve had a great day.’

‘So, you’ll just swan off with Vanserra and not tell me?’

‘You never tell me about going to Illyria.’

‘That’s my job.’

‘And maybe this will be mine. I can’t spend the rest of my life inside the warded walls of Velaris, never seeing anything else. You only ever take me to the Hewn City or Illyria so forgive me for wanting to branch out.’ She trampled on her temper. This was her mate. She had made a commitment to him for the rest of her life. ‘I’m going. That’s the end of it. Why don’t we spend time together this evening? We could go into the city for a drink-’

‘One of your taverns to get plastered in?’

‘I don’t have to drink. I haven’t in a long time. We could just take a walk or go for dinner or even stay here.’

‘I need to speak to Rhys about something.’

Her hope deflated. Of course. There was always something to talk to Rhysand about. That always took priority. And if Cassian spent time with Nesta then Rhys would inevitably appear in his head. Either that or one of the others would show up.

‘Fine. But I’m going early in the morning with Lucien.’

‘I’m not happy about you going there. Who says Lucien will protect you? That he won’t try anything?’

‘He’s my sister’s mate. I am your mate. The Dawn court is safe and furthermore Lucien is our ally.’ Her blood was beginning to boil. Cassian had spent plenty of time with Feyre and she’d never taken offence by it. None of the times that he ever flew Emerie back to Illyria incited any jealousy in Nesta either.

‘I’m not happy,’ he repeated.

Perhaps if she was better, she might have caved to the pressure or felt guilty by the disappointment nibbling at his features and called it off. Nesta had to do this. If anything, she had to do it to prove a point. She was made for more than the walls of Velaris. If Cassian couldn’t support that then… she’d have to figure out her next steps.

‘I’ll only be gone a night or two. Speak to Rhys quickly then we can-’

‘It won’t be quick. See you later.’

Without a further word, Cassian had turned on his heel. Without bothering to shower or change, he departed to the river estate, leaving Nesta to pack alone. She should have been used to it. Shouldn’t have gotten so upset every time that she was pushed aside in favour of Rhys or the others. After all, in the grand scheme of Cassian’s life, Nesta was little more than an inkblot compared to their enduring presence. Still, unwanted tears fell from her cheeks as Nesta continued to pack. She pretended not to notice them, as she did often.

That night, when her mate came home, he woke her with kisses down her spine. Before Nesta could even speak, Cassian had turned her onto her back and was sliding his length inside. It was nothing new. Sex was their only form of communication. It was good – as it always was – but Nesta could have done without the wake up.

‘Sorry that I was grumpy earlier,’ he murmured when he had finished then kissed the back of her neck softly. ‘Long day in Iron Crest. The males are the worst sort there.’

Cassian pulled Nesta a few inches across the mattress so that his chest pressed to her back.

‘I talked with Rhys about going to the Dawn Court. He doesn’t want you going with Lucien. He said we might be able to go in a few weeks.’

‘We?’

‘All of us. We need to speak to Thesan about a trade agreement.’

Disappointment seeped through Nesta, thick and clogging, catching in her throat. ‘But I wanted to go tomorrow. I wanted to be able to explore – not be cooped up in a room or trotted out in a meeting.’

‘We’ll find time for all of us to explore.’

It took little time for Cassian’s exhausted body to succumb to sleep. His arms had locked around her like a vice, holding her to him. Not right, not right, not right. Why was it Rhysand’s decision whether Nesta could leave or not? She wasn’t a damn prisoner – and certainly wasn’t one of his subjects. She might have saved his life – and his mate and child - but his lavish gifts and warm reception towards her lasted only a handful of weeks. Why was it Cassian’s business to even talk about it with Rhysand? The thought of them gathered around, discussing her again like she was an item on the itinerary for the evening had her clenching her hands into fists. She was sick of Cassian never being able to be apart from his family. He could never find time to be with just her. Nesta was beginning to worry that he couldn’t stand her company either – that he always needed others present because their words dried up too quickly together. Not that they talked amongst the inner circle. She was always to one side like an unwanted guest who they were forced to put up with.

***

When Lucien headed up to the roof, Nesta was already ready and waiting. A small bag was clutched in her hand. Rather than a smile, she greeted him with a brisk nod of her head. It was a cloudy morning. The days of glorious sunshine were stifled by a rough wind from the north. He was glad to be getting away for a handful of days.

‘Early riser,’ Lucien noted.

Nesta nodded again. ‘Are we leaping from the roof or hoping we’ll grow wings?’

As if on cue, Azriel appeared from the narrow stairway and walked onto the roof. His black hair was tousled and shadows had made their home beneath his eyes as if he hadn’t been to sleep. ‘Ready?’

‘Yes. Just onto the street, please. I can winnow us to the Dawn Court.’

Azriel seemed to realise that Nesta was there because she was travelling with Lucien. Definitely not on form today. ‘You’re going? Did you tell Cass?’

‘Yes, I told him,’ she sniped back, voice slightly on edge. ‘Weren’t you at dinner last night?’

The shadowsinger shook his head. ‘I was elsewhere.’

Those three words had Nesta’s shoulders loosening. She seemed to let out a sigh of relief which did not fill Lucien with any sort of comfort. Before he could question the sudden ease that had come across Nesta, she had stepped towards Azriel, ready to be flown in his arms.

Lucien watched them go, pitying Nesta for the life she was trapped in. Fancy living in a place that she was a prisoner in. It was demeaning to have to ask somebody to bring her to and from her own home. His own demoralisation was about to begin as Azriel landed back on the roof. Neither of them particularly enjoyed being in such close proximity to the other. What had happened to Morrigan in the Autumn Court was also Lucien’s burden, in Azriel’s eyes. Lucien wouldn’t mention what had happened on Solstice though in retribution. The shadowsinger was aloof and alarming as it was. To bring that up whilst cradled in his arms was foolish.

‘When will you be back?’

Nesta stepped in before Lucien could, ‘Later. Thank you, Azriel. Goodbye.’

Her fingers enclosed around Lucien’s wrist like a claw, urging him to winnow.

They were met with a warm blast of air and bright sunlight that made Lucien shield his eye before he blinded Nesta.

Despite the niggling feeling that Nesta hadn’t been wholly honest, the look of sheer delight on her face swept those thoughts away. She blinked towards the sea, lips parting in wonder.

‘It’s beautiful.’

For a long while, they remained in silence. Lucien did not want to interrupt her vigil to the sea. In this quiet moment, he couldn’t help but compare her to her sisters. Nesta was not what he was expecting. He had only known her as the vicious protector of Elain, but that was not all she was. He had thought that Nesta was hard where Elain was soft. Maybe the eldest had never had the chance to be soft. Feyre’s loyalties were flimsy, but Nesta’s were as solid as stone. She was funny too, with a lethal wit that struck hard and fast.

With some coaxing, Lucien managed to tear Nesta away from the ocean to walk along the dusty streets of the Dawn Court. It was a pleasant place to be. Their winters were non-existent with temperatures dropping only slightly. Summer was filled with golden days that stretched on and on. Both of them were over dressed for the hot day ahead, so Lucien steered Nesta towards their lodging for the night. It was a pretty inn made of orange stone to reflect the sun from it. A mosaic of orange and yellow pieces in the shape of a sun covered the doors. Inside, it was cool thanks to its tiled floors and stone walls.

They managed to find twin rooms that had a door connecting them. It was the best outcome. The Dawn Court was safe – but Nesta Archeron seemed to have a target on her back in many places. He’d rather be able to reach her quickly if needed but they had their privacy too.

‘What is the plan for the day, Lucien?’

‘My meeting is in a couple of hours, so we can explore, if you like.’

‘During your meeting, what am I to do?’

‘Whatever you like,’ he said with a shrug. ‘Stay here. Visit something. There are many sights here that I can recommend. My friend, Nuan, resides here so we could meet her for dinner if you didn’t mind.’

Nesta blinked. ‘Why do I know that name?’

‘She created the faebane antidote.’ For good measure, he gestured to his ruined face, ‘and gave me an eye when Amarantha removed my original one.’

Grey eyes traced his scar then met his eyes. Most people avoided looking at it – or took brief, fleeting glances when they thought Lucien didn’t notice. Not Nesta. She refused to flinch from it. The usual revulsion didn’t come to her features either. She merely nodded and said it would be acceptable.

‘Pardon me for prying, but it was quite a swift escape from Velaris. Did you really tell Cassian that you were coming here with me?’

Lucien needed to know what sort of reception he might receive on the return to Velaris. The general of the Night Court’s armies hunting him down wasn’t on his agenda.

‘I told him. He wasn’t happy. He told Rhysand. He said no. I’m not their subject. And here we are.’

Ah, just as he had suspected. And that meant the shadowsinger would get it in the neck for unwittingly helping them to leave the House of Wind. Lucien was torn. He almost wanted to deliver Nesta back to save his own neck – but how could he? She’d summarised her miserable existence. Her mate had to give his approval. The high lord she didn’t want had also waded into a decision that was nothing to do with him. Miscommunication was the only reason why she had been able to remove herself from the red stone house carved into the mountain.

‘We’ll buy him a souvenir,’ he winked. ‘Change into something cooler. I’ll meet you on the balcony.’

When Lucien emerged, Nesta was already there. She leaned against the balcony in a pale-yellow gown. It fell to her toes but was thin enough that it floated, providing relief from the heat. It scooped low on the back, displaying her hard shoulder blades and a strange, shimmering tattoo. He hadn’t known she had made a bargain with anybody. Night Court bargains were generally black, like the whorls of Illyrians. Feeling his attention on her, Nesta turned.

‘You look nice. I’ve never seen you in yellow.’

She tugged at the narrow strap on her shoulder, uncomfortable in the gown. ‘I’ve never worn this.’

‘It looks lovely,’ he reassured her.

Her eyes flitted back to the view. The sea was visible from the balcony, luring Nesta to it again. Lucien knew she’d likely spend all day here if she could.

‘When we were first taken to Velaris, Mor had looked at us then went into the city to find us clothes.’ Nesta gave a slight laugh. ‘Elain’s were all pinks and tulle. Mine were yellow or floral. Definitely not me. They fit at least – and now they have a use.’

Their morning was spent combing the beach for shells. Nesta just kept pressing them into Lucien’s hands to hold for her, not speaking a lot, merely enjoying to be out in the fresh air. As the temperature began to climb, a faint blush stole across her thin cheeks.

She wasn’t at all like Elain. When he had first seen Elain properly, he had thought that she was the most beautiful female he had ever seen. And she was beautiful. It was a delicate, classic beauty. Nesta was different. She was wilder, more untameable, untouchable like the sea herself. Yes, Lucien could see why Eris had been prepared to lay an engagement on the table after a handful of dances. He always thought he could catch the uncatchable, tame the wild-spirited. Eris had likely seen Nesta as a challenge that only he could rise to. And Cassian had seen her as his given right as a mate.

‘Look at this one!’

Nesta held a starfish up to his face. He laughed briefly then remembered that Nesta had never been to the beach before.

‘It’s a living thing.’

‘Eurgh,’ she tossed it back towards the water – then he really did laugh.

‘You liked it a moment ago.’

‘Before I knew it was alive!’

Maybe he was bordering on dangerous territory, but Lucien hunted in the shallows for a crab to terrorise her with. When he found his prize, Nesta reacted exactly how she thought she might – by throwing her hands in the air and darting out of his way.

‘That is vile, Lucien.’

‘They’re delicious to eat.’

Nesta’s face screwed up in puzzlement. ‘I’m not so sure I like this place.’

***

While Lucien was busy with emissary business, Nesta had free reign in the Dawn Court. It was strange to have no routine, even stranger to have nobody to report to. Lucien had offered Nesta a handful of places to visit and given the recommendation to avoid the sun at noon when it was at its hottest. Embarrassment had swelled inside of her when Lucien had handed her a pouch of money to spend. She wished that she could have said no, but Nesta had no money of her own. She had believed Cassian when he said that she could use his money whenever she needed it. But Nesta never went anywhere without Cassian. Her life could only happen when Cassian experienced it too.

Her time was not spent idle. There was so much for her to see and do. Nesta explored the beach a little longer then visited a library with a great glass dome that nearly burnt her scalp. She visited the many shops along a main street, buying a ridiculous hat that she’d never wear again to protect her fair skin and little trinkets. There were many tinkerers in this city who created wondrous things that caught her eye. There was a sort of palace too that had been built from white stone. It had gardens running along one side of it that provided some shade. Many people stopped at the fountain to drink from the fresh water.

When Lucien found her later on, she was back in their rooms, resting on the bed. It wasn’t the sort of rests she used to take in the House of Wind when her motivation had evaporated. Her body was tired from the heat so it had demanded she stop until the weather cooled. He had tittered out a laugh at her prone form then touched a finger against her cheeks.

‘You’ve caught the sun.’

The skin was tight and tingling where he’d touched it. She excused herself from a meal with Nuan, claiming he could catch up with his friends without her unwanted presence. Lucien promised to find her later that evening, but, before he departed, ensured she’d drank lots of a water to fend off heat stroke.

It was difficult not to feel cross about her situation. Part of it was her own doing. She and Cassian had been like two pieces on a chess board, drawn to each other from the start. Whenever Nesta had aired those feelings that they weren’t a good match, they had been waved away by everybody else. They were opponents more often than not, rarely on the same side. Since their mating ceremony, Cassian had taken Nesta for granted. No escaping him now, a small voice said in her mind. If Nesta had stopped to think – to breathe – after what had happened then maybe she wouldn’t have rushed into something so eternal. Feyre had died. Nyx too. Then Nesta had touched the Harp after a week spent terrified and exhausted in the Illyrian Mountains, saving them all. Her heart had been tender. It had been bruised and broken and barely beating. So she had accepted the bond.

And every day since, Nesta wished she had not.

‘There you are,’ came Lucien’s voice.

Nesta had taken refuge for the evening in a broken-down watch tower. The stone had been claimed by time so parts of it were ruined, exposing it to the sky and the sea. It made a nice shelter though.

‘I have a surprise for you.’

Lucien’s voice echoed in the empty tower as he approached. Nesta peered down at him from one of the upper levels. In his arms, he carried a heavy stack of plates.

‘I hope it’s not that you’re about to host a dinner party.’

‘Come down here a moment.’

Once Nesta stood beside him, the precise reason why he had a stack of plates hadn’t become clear. She tilted her head slightly, waiting for him to explain.

‘Throw one at the wall.’

Hesitantly, Nesta lifted the top plate off. Despite believing it was a trick somehow, she dropped the plate to the floor but it didn’t shatter.

‘A little more conviction, please, my lady.’

With a furrowed brow, Nesta picked the plate back up and hurled it at the broken stone wall. It shattered brilliantly into massive shards.

‘Again,’ encouraged Lucien.

Another plate smashed against the rock and Nesta felt good.

‘Keep going.’

Needing no more encouragement, Nesta launched plate after plate in the watch tower, stepping back each time a shard threatened to shoot back towards them. The grin spreading across her face refused to leave even after every item of crockery had been destroyed.

‘Feel good?’

‘So good,’ she breathed. Adrenaline pulsed through her veins. For once, it was due to excitement rather than fear. It had been a lifetime since anything had excited her.

She looked at the remains of the plates. ‘Was there a reason for this? An enemy’s plates?’

‘I just thought you could do with breaking something. Anger isn’t wrong, Nesta. It doesn’t need to be shut away. Anger is allowed.’

‘I feel as if I’m always angry.’

Lucien nodded then, ‘you’ve had a lot to be angry about.’

***

They settled for the evening beside the watch tower, watching the sun set together. Their legs dangled over a low cliff. Every now and then, they would need to raise them to avoid a soaking from a stronger wave. It was still warm despite the darkness settling in.

‘Sometimes I wonder if I should have just said yes to Eris’ proposal instead of this.’

Nesta gazed up at the sky, sighing slightly as her eyes snagged on the stars. Lucien really did feel for her. He tracked the bob of her throat as she swallowed.

‘No. You wouldn’t want that. As somebody who lived alongside Eris, you do not want that. Eris alone is bearable but you’d have to survive against my brothers and father too.’

‘Well, I’m always in second place to Rhys. Not even second place, I’m probably about fifth in the pecking order.’

How he longed to tell her that it wasn’t true. But Lucien had seen it first-hand. When news had reached him of the hike – the truth of it – he was disgusted. Rhysand would always be the centre of Cassian’s orbit. Feyre, Morrigan, Azriel, they were all part of it. It should have shifted at Nesta’s arrival. A mate should have been more. More important, more loved, more wanted. More everything.

Nesta swallowed again. She was blinking rapidly, fending off tears that Lucien pretended not to see. ‘It’s not supposed to be like this, is it? I’m supposed to want to go home. I’m supposed to look forwards to seeing him. I’m not supposed to feel hurt by him so often. I’m not supposed to wish that I’d never accepted the bond.’

He reached over to take her hand. It felt so small within his. Nesta wasn’t a clawed beast that needed a hesitant approach towards. She was just a female thrust into a world that she did not understand. Lucien remembered Feyre – all snarling and anger – when she first came to Spring. Gently, he squeezed Nesta’s fingers. ‘No, I don’t believe it should be that way. Love should be celebrated. It shouldn’t bring dread.’

The female had many things to figure out. He could offer suggestions, advice, guidance, but it was her path to forge. He didn’t need to insert himself where it wasn’t wanted. But, Nesta was trapped between a rock and a hard place. With no finances, no way to leave, she was completely dependent on Cassian, just as Feyre was to Rhysand. That was exactly how his mother had been trapped. Day after day, his father had worn her done like a river eroding the rock.

‘If you make that decision,’ he said carefully, ‘to sever things then I will be there for support. It can be difficult when Cassian holds a lot of the power.’

‘Thank you, Lucien. You’re a kind person.’

‘Kind,’ he said, shrugging a shoulder. ‘With little money to my name, a ruined home in the mortal lands, and a face like this, kindness only goes so far.’

Nesta tilted her head. Her unflinching gaze landed on his scar again. There were some who worked hard to pretend it wasn’t there. They’d resolutely stare into his eyes, determined not to see it. That wasn’t Nesta. The pad of her thumb traced the ruined skin.

‘I think maybe Amarantha thought it wasn’t fair when she saw you. She had to give your brothers a fighting chance at finding a female. You’d be too handsome otherwise.’

He batted her fingers away, glad to see a mocking smile twisting her lips.

‘I have little to offer a female.’

‘A good heart is all one needs.’

Nesta wrapped her arms around her bent legs then tucked her chin on top of her knees, staring out towards the sea. The bright light of the moon rippled across the waves that dragged up the shore.

He didn’t know if Nesta was loyal. She’d proved her loyalty to Elain ten times over. But, would she be loyal to him – a male she barely knew? Lucien had nobody else to tell. Jurian and Vassa knew, encouraged it even. Taking a breath, he said, ‘I’ll be leaving Velaris soon. I will no longer work for the Night Court.’

Her eyes shot to him, lips parting slightly. ‘Why? Where will you go?’

‘I have been offered a position here – and one in the Day Court. I’m debating which to take. Day would allow a cordial relationship still with Night. The emissary role is yours, if you want it.’

She nodded, following his speech.

‘Which would you prefer? If you could choose with your heart, forget about political alliances, which one?’

Lucien swallowed against the lump in his throat. ‘I wish I could go home.’

‘Autumn?’

‘No. Spring. Autumn was a home for a long time, but after Jesminda, I don’t think I could ever be there again and be happy. Spring became my home. I loved my court.’

Until Feyre wiggled into their lives and uprooted it for so many people, damning the consequences.

‘The Night Court won’t ever feel like home for me,’ Nesta admitted. ‘I have so many bad memories associated with it. They tend to muddy any good ones.’

That was understandable. Even in the safety of Velaris, Nesta had been set upon in the library then forced into the Blood Rite not even two years later.

Softly, she asked, ‘What about Elain?’

‘Your sister has had enough time to strike up a conversation with me. I cannot force my presence on her. After Solstice, she made her feelings clear enough.’

‘Why was Solstice any different? She ignores you at every opportunity.’

‘If they want each other then that’s their decision.’

Nesta leaned her weight onto one hand as she moved towards him. Her brows pinched together. ‘If who want each other?’

Oh. She did not know. It wasn’t Lucien’s business. In a roundabout way, it was, he supposed although he had no sort of claim on Elain beyond a magical binding.

‘I would have thought you knew about it.’

‘About what, Lucien?’ The irritation rang out in Nesta’s voice.

‘I couldn’t sleep. I never settle well in Velaris. Elain and Azriel had a moonlight tryst until the high lord shut it down. That was the only one I’ve been nearby for, but undoubtedly there are more.’

‘That wretch,’ Nesta said, face contorting with annoyance. ‘At least have the decency to tell you she doesn’t want the bond rather than sneaking around. And Azriel? I will have him. Both of them. Bastards.’

Lucien waved his hand as if that might wave away both of their issues. ‘Elain never asked to be my mate. If she’s happy with Azriel then I’ll ensure the bond is not accepted. It’s just my luck really.’

‘You would let her go, like that?’

‘Yes.’

For a reason that he did not know, Nesta’s eyes filled with tears again. She blinked them away, not letting them spill over. ‘When I told Cassian that I never had a choice, do you know what he did? He started an argument with me on the Sidra. People avoided us. Said he’d not chosen to be shackled to me.’

Lucien couldn’t help it. The words came out before he could stop them. ‘And you still accepted the bond?’

Nesta shuddered. ‘Let’s go back to the inn. If I stay here any longer baring my bones to you, I might drown myself in the ocean.’

‘I’d probably join you.’

The female stood then reached out her hands to haul him to his feet. Lucien accepted. They began walking down the quiet streets, beneath the yellow faelight spilling from homes. It was still warm though not unbearable now.

‘Sorry that I never made an effort with you before.’

‘You’re not my mate,’ she replied, shrugging.

‘But I still could have tried.’

She nudged him with a closed fist, smiling slightly. ‘We’re friends now.’

‘United in misery.’

They both breathed a sigh of relief on the return to the inn when their rooms were gloriously cool. Their balcony doors remained open so Lucien could hear Nesta humming away to herself as she readied for bed.

‘I forgot to ask you. How was your day?’

She appeared on the balcony in an ivory night gown. Lucien tried not to look – it was his mate’s sister – but her long, lean legs were on display. He was still a male and this female could bring most males to their knees. The lace trim of the gown cut across the midpoint of her thighs. The thin straps of her nightgown were holding on for dear life. Lucien cast his eyes quickly towards the view although it was too dark to see anything.

‘It was lovely, thank you. I had a really nice time today. Thank you, Lucien, for taking me here. I really cannot thank you for it.’

‘I’m glad you’ve enjoyed.’

‘Can we stay another night?’

‘Sure,’ he said, glad of company that wasn’t Jurian and Vassa’s bickering. ‘We could go elsewhere. I have friends in other courts.’

Nesta rolled her eyes. ‘Stop showing off that you have lots of friends when I only have two.’

Feigning pain, Lucien pressed a hand over his heart. ‘Two? I thought I had moved into the ranks of Nesta Archeron’s friend.’

‘Fine. Three friends. And a mate who would rather bed his high lord than me.’

He couldn’t help the rough laugh that came out.

Nesta scrubbed her face with her hands. ‘If I can’t make jokes about it then I really will be miserable. Oh, Lucien. What a life I have.’

‘Hopefully, Cassian will miss you terribly.’

Nesta nodded, before turning towards the bedroom. She paused then said, ‘That’s the problem. I haven’t missed him at all.’

#lucien x nesta #be consumed by the flame

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