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somnambulic-thing · 2 months

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Long Way Home

Eddie x afab!reader || E, 2k ish

||established relationship, fluff, domestic, smut, intimacy, references to Pet Sematary by Stephen King (talk of burying/resurrecting a body), talk of crawling into somebody/nothing graphic, just nerds in love you know the flavor||

A/N: thank you @bettyfrommars and @allthingsjoeq for keeping me sane(ish) while I overthink shit for way too long. <3

The road ahead seems endless, winding on and on like a river of tar whose rigid monotony makes it feel like you’re hardly moving at all.

Your forehead rests against the cool window while your gaze rests on the Milky Way that peppers the clear night sky with its cool ethereal shine. From the speakers, a calm deep voice tells a story about a zombi cat and other atrocities, giving Eddie’s tired mind something thrilling to focus on while he steers the car through the wee hours of a Monday that will very likely be just as dragging as the long way home from the concert that lies behind you. Behind your eyes, moments of the night keep repeating, filling your chest with that special tingling that’s the euphoria of freshly made memories one never wants to forget. Next to you, something cracks, ripping you out of your thoughts, making you flinch before you turn.

“Fuck, Munson,” you groan. “Was that your neck?”

“Aye,” Eddie chuckles and rubs a knuckle over the bag under his eye while keeping both firmly on the road. You know there are copious amounts of willpower and maybe a little magic at work for him not to slam his foot to the gas to cut the last forty minutes down as much as physics and the engine allow. “M’ afraid I’m slowly decaying here.”

The back of your fingers trace over his cheekbone, his profile a sight to behold even in the dark, even with the night chipping away at him.

“I know a good place to bury you,” you say and his lips twitch as he swiftly glances at you.

“You maybe want to give that a second thought, sweetheart.”

“Ah,” you flick your hand dismissively. “You’ll be as good as new. A little stinky, maybe.”

“Aaaand plenty homicidal,” he laughs and combes a hand through his hair, leaving his bangs a little messy. “You’d do that for me?”

“F’course.”

You twist in your seat and reach into the back, fumbling around in the mess of clothes and snacks until your fingers graze the hard, smooth surface of what you’re looking for while Eddie rewinds the tape.

There’s a hiss as the rim of the bottle cap first bends and then gives way with a pop that synchronizes perfectly with the sharp click the play button makes under his fingertip. You pluck a straw out of an empty Coke bottle and transfer it into the full one and Eddie’s lips are already parted and waiting when you bend over in this well-practiced ritual. Not long and half the liquid is gone. Eddie releases the straw with an ahhh and you nearly choke on a laugh and a sip of your own when a happily belched thanks resounds inside the confined space of the car.

“Shit, keep missing that part,” he huffs and you rewind the tape before he can reach out to do so. “Love you,” he says with a tired smile in his voice and you press play again.

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The trailer park is quiet. So quiet that the silence feels heavy - almost like a scolding - after Eddie finally turns off the engine; or maybe it’s just the exhaustion pulling on your bones, it’s hard to tell.

Eddie slumps his head against the backrest and groans. A pale sliver of light illuminates the outline of his throat, stretched long and exposed, Adam’s apple moving languidly as he takes a deep deep breath and swallows a yawn.

You decide he deserves a treat, are fairly sure he needs one and so you lean in and trace the tip of your nose to the soft spot below his ear where you place a kiss that makes him shiver and tilt his head to the side; an invitation that never fails to rush your blood up to your cheeks and spread this warmth that he likes to kiss so much.

“More,” he hums, hand patting the air between you in search of your thigh. You lace your fingers together and smile into his skin, taking your time to breathe him in, to fill your head with that rush that is his scent. It’s been a long day and the proof lingers in his hairline, more earthy, laced with smoke and sweat; it’s the smell of adventure and time well spent.

A kiss won’t do. You have to taste him.

Baring teeth, you run the edge along salty skin before you sink them in, stirring a raspy groan that vibrates through his throat. A hand cups the back of your head, fingers twitching when you release him from your jaws, tugging with a sluggish impatience as you lick and kiss the bite to soothe. You comply, follow the quiet plea of heavy arms enveloping you to pull you in close. Knees bump as two rigid, tired bodies twist and shuffle to slot together as much as the interior of the car allows. He buries his face in your shoulder, lets himself sink against you and sighs; a heavy, muffled sound that speaks of the relief of being home.

Now you just have to get inside.

“Now for it! Now for the last gasp!” you quote his favorite Hobbit and wind your fingers into the hair on the back of his neck, your nails raking over his scalp in gentle encouragement.

The warmth of a pressed-out breath seeps through your jumper and travels down your spine. Eddie’s hands follow its trail, fingers flexing on your back to grab two fists full of fabric to hold on to. He turns his head enough to free his mouth from your shoulder.

“If you’re not going to carry me, dear Sam, I’ll need a minute,” he says and presses a kiss to your neck before he hides his face again.

Six hours until both of you have to get up and ready for work but you would give him one full hour if he asked for it.

The exhaustion weighing him down goes deeper than mere tiredness and stiffness of joints, is of that kind that comes after catharsis: two hours of violent drums, screaming guitars and eye-watering bass, of shouting ones heart out in an angry choir of strangers that had been kin for one night, a raging rampart between you and the world, a safe place to come out of hiding and get lost between hot, sweating bodies, to bruise and to be bruised in a collective exorcism that leaves mind and soul raw and sore but oh so light and clear.

It had hit him hard this time.

Your hands wander; fingertips rubbing circles into tense, aching muscles right at the back of his skull where you know a night like hits him hardest. Eddie huffs and sighs as you work your way down his neck until a long deep moan is your sign to pay that spot a little extra attention. It’s nothing short of intoxicating, the way he melts into you, his voice so close to your ear—

…oh fuuuck, right there…

— his hands on a quest of their own, gathering up the fabric on your back until the cool night air amplifies the heat of his palms on your skin. You trace your nose along the side of his face, straining your neck doing so; but not for long. Eddie lifts his head at last, brings your foreheads together, firmly, urgently, and a little groan sneaks in between the puffs of air that tickle on your lower lip; it’s almost a frustrated sound, as if he’s striving to overcome the layers of skin and skull separating him from you. His nails dig in below your shoulder blades, the sting sweet and the scratch even more so when he drags them down the length of your back like he’s using his last strength to claw his way into you.

You tilt your head and kiss him. Slow slow oh so slow is the slide of lips and hands, the teasing of teeth and tongues and soon there is more salt to lap from his hot throat and the hard line of his cock straining inside his pants.

“So,” he breaths heavily into your open mouth, “we gonna rock paper scissors out who’s gonna do the fucking or what?”

It’s more a snort than a laugh that leaves you and then the car is filled with giggles and the rustle of fabric as you peel yourself out of his arms. “Why waste time with three rounds of rock,” you say impatiently wiggling out of your long-car-ride-sweatpants and soaked car-make-out panties, “when we both know you’ll lose with paper anyway.”

“Lies,” he rasps and leans back in his seat. “Slander.”

A soft patch of light reveals hooded black eyes over a waning crescent smile and he palms himself while he watches you undress, hissing at the touch before he hooks his thumbs into both waistbands and shoves with everything he has.

Eddie is still shuffling in his seat when you wrap your hand around him; hot and hard and smooth. He yelps then groans and bites the back of his hand while you slowly slide his foreskin back and your thumb over the tip to spread the wetness waiting for you. “M’ not going to last ten seconds if you p-play with me like that, shiiit,” he grits out between his teeth as his hand wraps around your wrist like a plea for mercy. “Just fuck me, please? Just fuck me.”

His hold on you is desperate; impatient hands pawing and pulling as you climb him with such haste you bump your knee on the door and the steering wheel into your back. Impatient hands turn slow and soft as they move to soothe what's bound to bruise.

“You ok, little monster?”

“Perfect, doc.” You kiss the corner of his mouth, feel it twitch and curl and then part for a sharp breath as you reach down to guide him inside you.

Somewhere in his chest, pleasure and fatigue collide and vacate his lungs as a breathy “F-fuuuck,” that’s the sound of a man saved from certain death. You match it with a moan as you sink further down on him and shudder as he fills this aching, hollow place inside you while his nails leave little crescents on your skin.

“Slow slow slow slow slow…” he chants and drops his head to your shoulder. Softly huffed moans tickle your neck as you take him oh so slowly, pull his hair oh so slightly to make him kiss you oh so messily. He’s pliable, molds himself around your form and clings to you like a thin shirt in a downpour. A familiar heat spreads through your loins and up your belly while the glacial pace starts to burn in your thighs and makes them tremble.

“You close?” he pants, voice strained around the edges.

“Not yet… are you?— aaah—“ impatient hands grab your ass and push you down before he wraps his arms around you to keep you that way - full, oh so full of him it makes you gasp and squirm —

“Yeah,” he says, wet, hot mouth smushed into your cheek. “Need you to come first,” he slides a greedy hand in the tight space between you, “s’ my favorite thing, those little earthquakes inside of you—“

“Oh s-shit—“ you jolt, nerves set ablaze by words and fingers alike.

“Fuckfuckfuck feels like m’ halfway to your soul, just… just fucking grind on me, sweetheart— Christ, yes…”

And so you grind grind grind, keeping him buried oh. so. deep. and with a slight tilt of your hips and Eddie’s thumb on your clit your legs are trembling again.

It’s a desperate tangle of limbs, digging of teeth and nails, his hair in your mouth and your name in his over and over and the soft squeek squeek squeek of the seat that’s sticky against your chins and knees.

It’s not an eruption, when the heat has nowhere to go anymore, but a low, heavy rumble and as soon as the first wave rolls over you, Eddie lets go so you can go under together.

You still tense around his twitching cock when your bodies have ceased the writhing and twitching; the air is filled with dissonant panting and the heavy silence of a night that’s much closer to dawn than to dusk.

Eddie’s lips rest on your pulse, nose smushed against your jaw. No teeth; even the last bite has left him now. His head dips in that tell-tale way and he makes a long, low sound that turns into a yawn.

“Dn’t wanna m’ve…” he mumbles.

“M’neither.”

So you don’t.

Not until his cock is soft and slowly slipping out of you and you’re fuzzy with the promise of deep blue slumber. When your state of undress has been reversed, the mess on the seat smudged somewhere on the back of Eddie’s pants, he leans in for one more kiss.

“Guess y’ can carry me in now.”

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seireiteihellbutterfly · 1 month

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When The Cat's Away

Ft. Nanami Kento

A/N: Writing below the cut. You know what you came here for😏

Warnings: 18+, clitoral edging, clitoral fingering, teasing. oral sex (fem receiving)

Word Count: 1162

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Nothing brings Nanami more pleasure than knowing he can bring you to climax over and over. The soft flush that settles on your face, your voice getting progressively more shrill, hips rocking against his face as he flicks and licks your sweet wet bud with his tongue and lips.

The way those plushy thighs tremble as you struggle to keep them apart for him, your hands pulling his hair, his name slipping breathlessly past those sweet lips of yours, everything about it brings him immense satisfaction, and as a true gentleman, he never leaves you unfinished.

Except before he has to leave for a mission. Any mission longer than a day, he’ll edge you, leaving you hanging just on the very cusp before stopping, seeing the frustration grow on your face as your clit pulses and your core flutters, desperate for something to fill it. There’s something about the knowledge of knowing you’re desperately waiting for him to get home and gratify you that gets him through the long, tiresome nights he’s away from home.

“Kento…Please…I was so close…” You whine hoping he’ll change his mind but he’ll pull himself away from the inviting heat between your legs, feeling his cock press almost painfully with need in his pants, knowing if he hears anymore of your begging he’ll give in. He admires the work he’s done, clit and folds puffy, wet from your arousal and his tongue. He places a final kiss before withdrawing completely.

“Be a good girl till I get back hmm?” He tips your face up by the chin and kisses you, and all you can do is sit there, hot and stimulated with no means of release. Because the last time you had disobeyed and given yourself an orgasm when he was away, he knew. It wasn’t clear how, but his clairvoyance on the matter had made him edge you every night for the following week after returning home, reducing you to a puddle of jelly and lust, body so sensitive that you could have cum from a casual ‘good morning’ from him.

Three days pass before he comes home this time and you’ve been doing your best to forget about the ever-present pulsing between your legs. It lessened when you were at work, duty occupying your mind and tiding you over for eight hours until you came home, the quiet bringing back all the need. When you finally hear his key in the lock, you scamper up to him before he even closes the door, pulling him into a kiss. He grins as you do so, then hoists you up into his arms, gripping you firmly under your thighs as he carries you to the bedroom.

“Missed me, my love?” He says in a low whisper as he deposits you on the bed.

“So much,” you say, surprised at the breathless anticipation that creeps into your voice. He leaves you for a moment to put away his things and quickly freshen up in the bathroom, returning to pull you against him.

“Did you behave?” he asks, the pad of his thumb gently toying with your peaked nipple through the fabric of your thin tee, sending little skitters of electricity through you, moaning softly at how good it felt. You nod, hands tightening on his shirt.

“Let me see.” He helps you lie back on the bed, slipping off your shorts with ease, looking pleased when he sees the large stain on the crotch of your panties. His nose presses against it, inhaling, pushing the fabric into your sensitized cunt making you squirm with impatience, the little friction provided by the action threatening to send you over the edge of desire.

“Kento please…” you beg unashamedly, feeling your heart race at the idea of what’s to come. Unhurriedly, Nanami pulls down your drenched panties, and your thighs part automatically, making him smirk. The soft, membranous folds glisten, slick with your arousal, slightly puffy, and at the apex, your clit peeked out, desperate for attention. He teasingly runs a finger over the edges of your labia, moving in a ’V’ starting at one outer corner of your core, up near your throbbing bud, and back down, making you whine with frustration, hips jerking involuntarily.

“So impatient,” he says, enjoying your torment. You sigh in relief as one of his thick fingers flirts at your dripping core, gathering lubrication, before swiping it upward towards your clit, the first circling motion causing your breath to strangle before becoming a drawn-out sigh of contentment. The pads of his fingers lovingly roll the slickened bud between them.

“Looks like you were behaving…such a good girl.” He purrs deeply, the tone causing your stomach to do flips. You were so close it was causing the edges of your vision to haze, making it difficult to speak.

“Kento…I need your mouth…”

“Do you now?” Without breaking his rhythm he hovers over your mouth, brushing his lips against yours, causing your discomfort to peak, knowing he purposefully misinterpreted your words.

“Not like that,” you mewl, your voice getting shriller and more flustered as he edges you, keeping the touch feather light, but just enough that it was pushing you towards a very promising orgasm.

“My apologies, but you should have been more specific,” Nanami wickedly chuckles at your state. The huskiness in his noise of amusement at your state almost breaks you, tears in your eyes as you lay helpless, unable to do anything for relief.

“Tsk tsk tsk…” He wipes away your tears. “Have you had enough?” He croons at you.

You look at him with pleading eyes. “Please…”

“Where and how? Use your words now darling.”

It takes a Herculean effort for your mind to form the words. “My clit. Your mouth.”

“See? A little communication clarifies everything. I do commend you for being able to speak in this state though. I’m so proud of you, my good girl.”

A brief moment of inactivity before you feel your clit being drawn into his mouth, causing you to cry out and jerk your hips upwards. The welcoming liquidy warmth of tongue and lips made you shiver, your body wriggling at the sudden stimulation. Firm, large hands loop around the tops of your thighs, drawing your needy core towards him, the attention such a relief. Your hands pull at the blond locks, sobbing in pleasure, words becoming gibberish as your orgasm builds.

“Fuck…Kento…like that….yeah….yeah…” The rest of your speech becomes nothing but moans and a cry of ecstasy as your climax hits, feeling your clit throb and pulse regularly, walls of your pussy spasming with satisfaction as he continues to nudge you through the tangle of pleasure spreading through your body. Wave after wave of gratification races through you as your head falls back on the pillow, sated.

Nanami moves up to gather you close, kissing you, whispering endearments to you as lay in his arms, calming down from the high.

“Ready for more?”

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gurofushi · 2 months

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sex education

꣑୧ marius von hagen x fem! reader x vyn richter

summary; marius von hagen's private tutor, vyn richter, doesn't quite approve of how your boyfriend recklessly toys with your body. luckily, mr. vin has a master's degree in sex education and he's more than willing to share a thing or two for today's lesson.

warnings; nsfw, cuckolding (i guess?? marius is ur bf but vyn's doing most of the work)

a/n; i've had this in my drafts for probably like a year now?? 😭 i don't play tot anymore i apologize if i depicted any elements included in this imagine incorrectly!

(apologies for any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language^^)

“no, that's not quite right, you're not supposed to pet it like that. don't tell me that's how you treat actual cats?”

vyn sighs, watching as marius toy with your clit, moving his thumb in quick and tight circles. groaning in frustration, he stops and pulls his hand away from your wet cunt.

“shut up, vyn. if you're so good at making girls cum, then prove it.” he hisses, completely ignoring your whines of displeasure when he diverted his attention away from you.

you silently huff as you watch them bicker on and on about how bad of a job marius is doing– or about how vyn is acting like he ‘enjoys having a stick up his ass’ when he ‘brags about how great he is at making girls cum on his ugly shoes.’

if it wasn't for the way your own juices dripped onto the sheets from your aching pussy, you'd already be laughing your heart out at your boyfriend's inappropriate remarks.

with a small smile adorning his lips, vyn takes off his glasses and makes his way towards the bed where you and marius laid on.

“if you'll have me.”

marius grumbles and moved to sit beside you– not without rolling his eyes, of course. taking a hold of your hand, he squeezes it tightly and pecks your forehead. the gesture made your heart flutter.

he was obviously jealous and didn't like the idea of having to share you. but he brushed off his own thoughts away, taking advantage of the opportunity to properly learn how to please you.

you didn't have a problem with the way marius made love to you, but it was endearing to see how willing he was to bring you into more pleasure.

smiling at your sweet exchange, vyn averts his gaze back onto you. he settles on the spot between your legs and starts to caress your thighs gently, gliding his hands up and down your sides before finally taking your clit between his thumb and pointer finger.

you could immediately tell the difference between the way the two men treated you. when it comes to sex, marius' always moves with a sense of urgency and desire. he absolutely adores you and your body, so when you two got in the mood, he'd always run his hands all over your body. relishing in the way your soft skin reacted to his touches, he focuses on giving you as much simulation as he can offer, just so he can have you begging him to stop while his fingers abuses your insides relentlessly.

meanwhile, vyn likes to take his time. he takes pride in being able to have his significant other writhing under him, pleading for him to go faster. he's like a snail, going at a frustratingly slow pace while leaving tracks of his saliva on their body. he knows what he's doing, of course. he takes pleasure in watching his partner bounce on his cock as they plead for release, he always stays still until he sees those pretty tears slide down their cheeks, before immediately gripping onto their hips and mercilessly thrusting up into them.

you didn't realize it at the time, but maybe you really did enjoy the change of pace. vyn's handwork was thorough but efficient, and before you knew it, you had your hips lifting off the bed as the sweet feeling of release finally buzzes through your whole body.

“see, that wasn't so hard was it?” vyn chuckled in amusement, though it wasn't clear if he was talking to you for finally cumming or to marius for finally making me cum.

marius huffs, rolling his eyes whilst brushing his fingers through your hair. “whatever, richter. lesson's over.”

vyn laughs at your boyfriend's angry tone, before promptly getting up to gather his belongings.

“i hope you've learned something, von hagen. i'll see you during our next lesson.” he said as he approaches us for the last time, giving your sensitive cunt a small pat before he leaves the room altogether– making marius even more upset at the way you responded to the gesture with a whimper.

silence overcomes the room for a brief moment, nothing but your laboured breathing filling the hot atmosphere of the painter's room. feeling exposed as the cold gust of wind from the air conditioner hits your inner thighs, you close your legs, quietly lifting your head up to marius to see how he's holding up.

“. . . fuck that guy. open your legs again, i can make you cum in whatever way i want.”

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: Hi! Could you please write headcannons how re8 ladies would react to reader bringing home a stray kitty?

I love it! This one’s long, sorry. Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

As you walked through the grand entrance of castle Dimitrescu, your heart raced with excitement. You couldn’t wait to show Alcina the surprise you had in store. Carefully cradled in your arms was a small, fluffy bundle. You had found a stray kitty on the outskirts of the village. You knew Alcina had a fondness for elegant and regal creatures, so you hoped this feline friend would win her over.

With each step, the anticipation grew, and the distant echo of your footsteps seemed to harmonize with the sound of the kitten’s gentle purring. Finally, you reached the door to Alcina’s study. You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, before gently pushing open the door.

Alcina sat at her desk, engrossed in paperwork, her piercing gaze fixated on the pages. As the door creaked open, her attention snapped toward you. Her eyes widened with surprise as she took in the sight before her. You had a small, adorable creature nestled in your arms.

“Darling, what do you have?” Alcina asked, her voice a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

You approached her, a warm smile on your face, and carefully presented the tiny cat. “I found this stray kitty near the village and I thought she would be a wonderful addition to our home. Look at those golden eyes! Just like yours, babe.”

Alcina’s expression softened and a flicker of warmth appeared in her eyes. She extended a hand, hesitantly reaching out to touch the fur of the little kitten. The cat purred louder, arching its back into Alcina’s touch.

“Well, aren’t you precious,” Alcina murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She continued to stroke the kitty’s soft fur, her touch surprisingly gentle.

You watched in awe as Alcina’s demeanor transformed, her usual serious manor melting away like snow under the warmth of the sun. She seemed captivated by the innocent playfulness of the stray kitty, and a newfound tenderness radiated from her.

“I suppose we can allow this little one to grace our halls,” Alcina finally conceded, her voice laced with affection. “But remember, draga, it’s a lot of responsibility to look after a pet. You need to make sure she has everything she needs.”

You nodded, grateful for Alcina’s acceptance. With a sense of relief, you placed the kitten in Alcina’s lap, watching as she nuzzled against her. It was a sight that filled your heart with immeasurable joy.

From that day forward, the stray kitty became an unexpected addition to the Dimitrescu family. You and Alcina dote on the kitten, who you both decided to name Skye. Alcina showers her with affection, and you marvel at how effortlessly she embraces this newfound source of companionship. Skye is now Alcina’s shadow. She watches Alcina so intently as she works, that you have joked that she wants to take over the family business.

Bela didn’t find this funny.

Donna:

You nervously fidgeted with your keys as you stood outside the front door, a cardboard box cradled in your arms. Inside the box was a tiny, mewling ball of fur—A stray kitten you had found earlier that day. You couldn’t resist her pleading eyes and tiny meows, so you decided to bring her home. But now, the real challenge awaited you. Introducing your new furry friend to Donna.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the door and stepped inside. The sound of your footsteps echoed in the silence as you made your way towards the living room, where you hoped to find Donna.

As you entered the room, you spotted her sitting on a plush armchair, delicately cradling Angie. Her attention shifted towards you. “Hello, cara mia,” She greeted gently.

With trembling hands, you approached her, nervous that she might be upset with you bringing the kitten. “Um, Donna… I have something to show you,” You stammered, softly setting the box on the coffee table. You watched as her fingers reached out, curious to explore the source of your anxiety.

Her touch was feather-light as she traced the edges of the box, and then, without a word, she delicately opened it. Her eyes widened at the sight of the tiny kitten nestled within, her soft fur glistening in the dim light.

The room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the kitten’s intermittent mewling. You anxiously awaited her reaction, unsure of how she would respond. Would she be mad? Would she ask you to get rid of the kitten?

But to your surprise, Donna’s eyes softened as she looked at the tiny creature. Slowly, a small smile curved on her lips. She carefully lifted the kitten out of the box, cradling her in her arms as she inspected her with a gentle curiosity.

“It seems we have a new addition to our family, don’t we, tesoro?” Donna’s voice, barely above a whisper, sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t believe your ears. She didn’t seem angry or upset; instead, she appeared genuinely happy and content.

From that moment on, Donna took on a motherly role, lavishing the kitten with delicate care and attention. She also picked her name: Opal. She spent hours with Opal, playing with her, feeding her, and snuggling her. Donna’s usually reserved nature melted away in the presence of the innocent little creature. Opal, in turn, sensed her tenderness and nestled comfortably in her arms, purring softly.

You watched in awe as a bond formed between your enigmatic partner and the tiny kitten. It was as if the presence of Opal had brought out the most nurturing side of Donna.

In the days and weeks that followed, Donna and Opal became inseparable. They spent most evenings together. Donna crocheted with the kitten curled up in her lap. The sound of Opal’s contented purrs filled the air, creating a serene atmosphere that you cherished.

Through Opal, you had not only brought joy to Donna’s heart but also deepened your connection with her.

Miranda:

You approach Miranda’s study, a small bundle of fur nestled in your arms. Your heart races with both excitement and a hint of nervousness. You can’t help but wonder how Miranda will react to your newfound furry companion.

The soft mewling of the kitty in your arms seems to echo the sound of your pounding heartbeat. You stop outside the door, gathering your courage before giving a hesitant knock.

“Come in,” Miranda’s authoritative voice calls from within. You push open the door, your gaze immediately meeting hers.

“Babe,” You begin, your voice laced with both excitement and apprehension. “I have something I’d like to show you.”

Her brow arches slightly, curiosity dancing in her eyes. “Oh? And what might that be, draga mea?”

You step forward, revealing the small bundle of fur cradled in your arms. A tiny, snow white kitten happily sticks his head out at her.

"I found this little one on my way back. He’s a stray, and… I couldn’t leave him behind. I thought we could give him a home here, together,” You say.

There’s a flicker of surprise that crosses Miranda’s face before she regains her composure, her gaze softening as it falls upon the kitten. "How unexpected,” She murmurs, her voice holding a hint of something you can’t quite place.

She extends a slender hand, her touch gentle as she strokes the kitten’s head. The little one purrs contentedly, nuzzling into her palm. For a moment, the stern demeanor that often surrounds Miranda melts away, replaced by a genuine tenderness.

“I suppose this little one has found his way into our lives,” She says softly, a small smile on her lips. “Very well, my dear. We’ll keep him,” She says and gives you a kiss.

Relief washes over you, and a wide smile spreads across your face. You never could have predicted such a warm response from Miranda. With newfound joy, you watch as she carefully cradles the kitten in her arms, her touch as delicate as a whisper.

"Thank you, babe,” You say, gratitude filling your voice. “I love you so much.” You tell her.

She meets your gaze, her eyes shimmering with unexpected emotion. "We will take care of him together, my dear,” she says, her voice softer than ever. “And… I think I have an idea of what to call him already,” She says with a blush.

Your eyes brighten. “Yeah? What are you thinking?” You ask eagerly.

“Well… What about… Winter? To match his gorgeous coat,” She suggests.

“I love it!” You exclaim, looking at the little kitten. “Hi, Winter. We’ll take good care of you,” You say and kiss his tiny head.

With those words, you realize that bringing home the stray kitty was more than just an act of compassion. It was a bridge between your world and Miranda’s. A tangible connection that binds your hearts together. As you stand there, you can’t help but feel a renewed sense of love and unity, knowing that even the most unexpected things can bring beauty and warmth into your lives.

Bela:

As you walked through the front door, gently cradling the tiny stray kitten in your arms, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Bela was elegant, refined, and sometimes even a bit intimidating. But deep down, you knew that she would embrace this unexpected addition to your home… Even if she might be a bit pissed at first.

As you made your way to the grand foyer, you carefully approached Bela, who was perched regally on a velvet-upholstered chair, engrossed in a book.

With a slight tremor in your voice, you spoke up, "Bela, I have something to show you.” Your heart raced as you presented the adorable kitten. Her fur was a mix of black and gray, and her bright eyes stared up at Bela, radiating innocence and vulnerability.

Bela slowly lifted her gaze from her book, her eyes narrowing as they fixated on the tiny creature in your arms. For a moment, silence enveloped the room, intensifying the weight of her scrutiny. You anxiously awaited her reaction, wondering how she would perceive this gesture of compassion.

Suddenly, a flicker of amusement danced in Bela’s eyes. She delicately closed her book and placed it aside, her attention now fully on the kitten. You watched as her gloved hand extended, fingers gracefully reaching out towards the little feline. The kitten, seemingly aware of the presence before her, gingerly sniffed Bela.

A smile graced Bela’s lips, softening her lovely features. She began to stroke the kitten’s fur, her touch surprisingly gentle and tender. You felt relief wash over you.

As the kitten purred in contentment, Bela’s eyes sparkled with a newfound fondness. Her voice, usually laced with authority, now resonated with a hint of wonder as she spoke, “How cute! Let’s keep her!”

Your heart soared at her words. Bela’s acceptance of the kitten symbolized a deeper connection between the two of you. Having a pet together takes a lot of commitment.

As the days passed, you would watch Bela and the kitten, who you both decided to name Smokey, forge an unlikely bond. Smokey would grow bolder, exploring the nooks and crannies of the castle under Bela’s watchful eye. And with each passing day, you witness Bela’s once-unyielding aura soften even more.

Cassandra:

The stray kitten you had found earlier that day had captured your heart, and you couldn’t bear to leave him out in the cold. You hoped Cass would understand your impulse to bring him home.

As you stepped into castle Dimitrescu, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of anxiety. Cass’s standards were high, and you worried that she might disapprove of your spontaneous decision. Nevertheless, you squared your shoulders and made your way toward her study, where she often spent her evenings engrossed in ancient tomes.

As you entered the room, Cass glanced up from her reading, her piercing gaze meeting yours. She arched an elegant eyebrow, her voice smooth as silk. “And what do you have there?” She inquired, her tone a mixture of curiosity and mild amusement.

You took a deep breath, summoning the courage to explain. “Cass, I found this poor little kitten on my way home. He was all alone and seemed hungry and cold. I couldn’t bear to leave him behind… So I brought him here.”

Cass’s expression softened, her eyes glancing down at the small feline cradled in your arms. She extended a gloved hand, motioning for you to bring the kitten closer. “Let me see,” She said, her voice now filled with a hint of tenderness.

You carefully handed over the tiny bundle, watching as Cass cradled the kitten in her hands. She gazed at him, her fingers delicately stroking his fur. The kitten responded with a soft purr, nuzzling against Cass’s palm.

A smile curved the corners of Cass’s lips, her eyes alight with a newfound warmth. “Well,” She said, her voice a mere whisper, “it seems we have a new cat.”

Relief washed over you, and you couldn’t help but smile in return. Cass’s reaction had exceeded your expectations, her compassion shining through her tough demeanor. You knew then that the stray kitten had found a home filled with love and protection within the walls of castle Dimitrescu.

Cass and the kitten, who she insisted on naming Dagger, formed an unexpected bond. She would often be seen in the evenings, seated in her study, with the little feline curled up beside her. And as you watched them together, you couldn’t help but feel grateful that you had followed your instincts and brought the stray kitty home. He has not only found solace, but also brought an extra touch of warmth to the heart of the formidable Cassandra Dimitrescu.

Daniela:

As you made your way back to castle Dimitrescu, a soft meowing caught your attention. Following the sound, you discovered a small, bedraggled kitten huddled near the front entrance. His fur was matted and dirty, but his vibrant green eyes looked up at you with a mixture of fear and longing.

Your heart melted instantly as you thought about the possibility of giving this stray kitty a loving home. Carefully scooping him up into your arms, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement. Dani adored animals and her bubbly demeanor would surely make her fall head over heels for this little bundle of fur.

Eagerly, you made your way through the opulent corridors, kitty in tow, until you reached Dani’s chambers. Pushing the door open gently, you found her sitting at her vanity, brushing her fiery hair.

“Dani,” You called out, your voice filled with excitement. “Look what I found!”

She turned around, her eyes widening in surprise as she beheld the tiny feline in your arms. A delighted gasp escaped her lips, and she practically bounced off her chair, the hairbrush forgotten on the vanity.

“Oh, baby!” Dani exclaimed, her voice filled with pure joy. “You found a precious kitty! How sweet!”

Her steps carried her closer to you, and as you moved the kitten towards her, she extended her hands, her delicate fingers brushing against his fur. A radiant smile adorned her face as she cradled the kitten, holding him close to her chest.

“You poor thing,” Dani cooed softly, her tone filled with tenderness. “Don’t worry, my sweet little one. We’ll take good care of you.”

She peppered the kitten with gentle kisses, her enthusiasm and affection evident in every touch. Her eyes sparkled with adoration as she looked up at you, gratitude overflowing in her gaze.

“Thank you, baby,” She whispered, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. “This is the most wonderful gift you could have given me.”

From that moment forward, Dani doted on the stray kitty, she named him Pumpkin, as if he were her own child. She lavished him with love, providing the coziest beds, the most delectable treats, and endless hours of playtime. The castle halls echoed with the joyful sounds of Dani’s laughter and the pitter-patter of tiny paws.

As you witnessed Dani’s boundless affection for the furry addition to your lives, your heart swelled with love and contentment, knowing you had brought immeasurable happiness to both her and the newest member of your household.

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kinktober: day two — knives

ghostface!sebastian sallow x reader

warnings: uhhh murder, SMUT, female fingering yum, general killer nonsense you get it, sebastian bring a tease, probably more like a one-shot then a drabble but whatever, fearplay, he does cut her a little i’m sorry

The ghostly flicker of the muted television casted shadows on your empty apartment, lighting up the space. Blasted on the screen were reporters, vans, police, and a whole lot of terrified nonsense, yellow tape hidden behind flashing lights of blue and red. You had turned the volume off once you knew what they were reporting on: another Ghostface murder.

Pacing your apartment up and down, you fiddled with your hands, waiting for your boyfriend to come back home. You were supposed to be at Poppy's house, somewhere with a group of friends for safety reasons, but your stomach had been churning with beads of anxiety, and your feet carried you back to the familiarity of home.

It was a waiting game though. Your boyfriend Sebastian was missing in action, not picking up any of your phone calls or responding to your hundreds of text messages. It was long past eleven in the evening now, and the reporters on your television had yet to announce the names of the deceased. It could be your boyfriend’s name spilling from your lips.

You didn’t have to wait much longer. The doorknob into your apartment gave a short tussle before the door swung open, standing your boyfriend, looking a mess. Dressed in all black, he hadn’t even noticed you standing there as he removed the assorted items from your pockets.

You swallowed a lump in your throat. “Sebastian?” You called anxiously, stepping into the entrance way. “Where have you been?”

Immediately, his eyes flashed an unnatural colour as his head snapped towards you, brown eyes diluted in the night like a cat. Stepping towards you furiously, he held his hands up in frustration.

“Why are you alone? Why aren’t you at Poppy’s?” You tried to respond to his angry words, but all that could come out were anxious splutters of apologies laced with wordy directed towards your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to stay with you—”

Sebastian cut you off, placing his hands on the sides of your arms with a tight grip. “Well, I wasn’t here, and if you were attacked, I wouldn’t have been here to save you. God, what were you thinking?”

His voice trailed off as he entered the kitchen, combing his fingers through his brunette locks. Desperately, you followed him, trying to get him to understand you, but you were finding it hard to articulate exactly what you wanted to say, especially when Sebastian was looking so fine.

“You weren’t here.” You stated, watching as Sebastian slowly spun towards you, a cruel glint in his eyes. “I was so worried that it was you who had been killed tonight.”

A soft laugh came out of Sebastian’s lips as he settled against the countertop, leaning towards the sink, eyes flickering downwards, as his hands worked something in the sink. What surprised you the most was what came out of his mouth next. “Well, it wasn’t. It was just some kids in my film class.”

Nodding slowly, your eyes flickered back towards the muted television, confusion clouding your mind, especially as you read what was scrolling past at the bottom of the screen.

The bodies of two unidentified students have been found murdered.

You stepped closer to your boyfriend, trying to catch his eye sight as you spoke, slowly and scarcely. “Sebastian, the identities of the victims haven’t been released yet.”

You weren’t sure if you had said the right thing as Sebastian’s movements stopped, and his head slowly turned towards you. No longer was his eyes pools of kindness, but homes of darkness, unable to find the light. As your eyes looked towards the sink, you saw the glint of a knife, covered in red blood. Something down below throbbed.

“Oh,” His voice came out like honey, “haven't they?” Turning completely towards you, the bloodied knife stayed firmly between his fingers, as the realisation struck deep within you. Sebastian was Ghostface.

You didn’t seem to care though, watching as he stalked towards you, eyes fixated on the knife in his hand, throat going dry. You didn’t even mind as Sebastian raised the knife to your throat, holding it up to your skin. “Are you scared?”

His whispers felt so nice against your ear that you couldn’t help but let out a moan, rutting your hips upwards against his thigh. Sebastian’s eyes widened in surprise, somewhat amused by your desperate heat. He licked his lips in thought.

“Does my dirty girl like the idea that I’m a killer?” Sebastian laughed, his tenor voice sending heat straight to your core. Whimpering again, you stayed focused on the knife at your neck.

Sebastian seemed to like your desperation, taking his free hand and placing it at the waistband of your shorts, playing with the hem in a teasing way, before pressing more force to the knife. “Or is it the knife at your throat turning you on?”

You moaned loudly. “Please, Seb”—

His fingers found home underneath your shorts, climbing into your panties, and cutting you off, as the rough pads of his fingers made contact with your throbbing clit. Throwing your head back, you cried out.

Every time Sebastian pressed the knife against your throat harder, the same pressure was applied to your clit, small circles emerging from his fingers. When his fingers finally dipped inside your soaking canal, you became a mess, tears dripping down your face, a mixture of fear and pleasure messing with your inhibitions.

Sebastian cocked his head to the side as he jammed his fingers inside of you. “Such a naughty girl, getting off from a knife.” He placed a hot kiss on the side of your neck. “Do you like knowing that I’ve killed people with this knife?”

You shook your head, but couldn’t help knowing that you were lying. Every single part of you loved that fact that the knife so graciously being held to your throat was being used to stab innocents just a few hours ago. Moans were spilling from you carelessly now.

“Sebastian, I need more.” You didn’t even think of the consequences of your words before you felt the blade of the knife nick your skin. Pressure in your stomach had been building regularly now, but from the feeling of a small cut against your neck, it was enough to send you over the edge.

You catapulted into your climax, as Sebastian fucked his fingers into you through it. Only when your breathing was back to normal did he remove his fingers and knife, letting you collapse against his chest, head falling into the crack of his neck.

As you cried, tears pouring down your face, you could still make out the words Sebastian whispered in your ears, with a smile in his voice. “You better keep your mouth shut, sweetheart.”

#ariadne does kinktober #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #fanfic #sebastian sallow x you #kinktober

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strwberri-milk · 1 year

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Here’s a suggestion: Kaeya’s cat hybrid lover clawing at his back or his chest during sex. Maybe it’s just as an accident, just a heat of the moment thing, maybe it’s a way for his lover to mark their ‘territory’. Anyways, would Kaeya be into it, yay or nay? What are your thoughts?

I just know he would love it he loves getting marked up grrr

He's definitely into it! Kaeya loves being claimed in every sense of the word.

It started out normally enough. He just got home from work, and was a little tired from the day and ready to be re-energized from you. He expected to see your telltale silhouette at the door, or perhaps your tail peeking out from a wall as you excitedly waited for his return.

Kaeya wanted nothing more than to just shower and fall into bed with you, hold you tight as he fell asleep dead to the world before doing it all again tomorrow. Work was hard after all, and not seeing your face after a long day just made it harder.

He managed to get himself in the shower after some complaining to himself, sighing as he gets out and sits on your shared bed to dry his hair off before laying down onto the bed.

That's when you decided to strike, pulling him over your already naked body as you kissed him hard, taking him so off guard he barely could get a word in edgewise before you started to suck him off, not minding the way he almost crushed you under his weight.

Eventually, he had you laying on your back, railing into you. He loved the way your ears pressed against your head, your tail thrashing around as you tried to keep it under control from the sensations of his cock ramming into your most sensitive parts.

You were always especially careful with your nails, not wanting to scratch him too hard but the things he was whispering into your ear, the way he held you tightly against his chest and the steady thrusts of his hips made it impossible.

"You're doing so good," Kaeya pants into your ear, now just grinding into you. The warmth of your body was too good for him to want to pull out, loving the way you squirmed against him.

Without thinking, you brought your nails down his back, whining loudly as he made you cum for the nth time, panting as your hand finally came to a rest on his lower back.

You didn't even notice that you scratched him, unaware that the reason why his hips were picking up speed against your messy hole was because your nails scratching his back made him almost cum right there. He just had to fill you up one more time, cock twitching angrily as he finally painted your walls one more time.

The way your eyes closed in bliss and your fings twitch could almost make him hard again, but he noticed a bit of panic on your face as you tried to move out from under him. He could feel you looking at his back, seemingly shocked at what you did.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Are you hurt?"

He can't help but smile at your genuine concern, kissing you before shaking his head.

"I liked it. You should do that more," he purrs into your ear, pressing more kisses down your neck as you feel him press against your thigh.

"A lot more, alright?" he mutters against your collarbone.

He brings himself down to between your legs, angling your hole so he could have a taste of your mixed arousal leaking out of you. That's the last thing you can see clearly before his tongue starts working at you, putting your hands on his shoulders so you could continue scratching at him.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader

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I guess I'll take this pain, instead of your name | Before we grew up

A/N: Hey! Back with another addition to the George and Birdie universe since it was so well loved!! Honestly, the whole thing still surprises me and the fact that some of you wanted more of them actually made my heart hurt!! But I've missed them and writing this brought me a whole lot of joy, so I hope you enjoy! If this does well or it’s wanted I might write a few more like this sooo let me know x

Flashback moments | 'Before we grew up'.

“Okay, so when you’re ready just let go of the brake.”

I blinked, holding the steering wheel with an undeniable grip. “Right.” I murmured but didn’t make a move to follow the words.

George, whose brilliant idea this had all been, sat in the passenger seat of his dad’s Volkswagen, buckled in and attempting to exude an air of calm I really didn’t feel.

“You gonna let go?” He asked me after a long minute passed.

I swallowed thickly and removed my stare from where it’d been burning a hole in the windscreen so that I could look over at him. “How do I know when I’m ready?” I asked him and really didn’t appreciate the laugh he gave in return. I scowled. “What’s so funny about this? It’s a valid question!”

George just shook his head and exhaled breathily, obviously trying his best to dim the amused smile he now wore, “Honestly B, you’re just overthinking this and besides, you have it easy. It’s an automatic, barely have to do a thing.”

My scowl deepened. “Barely ‘ave to do a fing.” I mimicked in an accent similar to his deep drawl, it was his turn to frown then. I merely smiled sweetly.

“I’mma ignore that for now, ‘cause you’re a twat.” George retorted, “But also ‘cause I need to get the car back before dad notices it’s gone. So, can we get a move on?”

I inhaled deeply and fought off a whine that wanted to escape me- who the fuck said driving was easy?

“G, I’m being dead serious right now.”

He simply snorted, humoured by my anxieties, “I know, babe, and you’re doing so well.” I raised a brow at that and he smiled, “What? You are! You’ve turned the thing on, ain’t you?”

I took a hand off the wheel just to swat him, “Hilarious.” Before I was gripping it again once more, “Come on, just give me a count down or summat.”

G shook his head and looked towards the sky, as though anyone up there cared for the likes of us, then he sighed, “Fine, on three yeah? Then you let go of the brake and go.”

“On three.” I agreed with a nod, though it sounded breathy even to my own ears.

George reached out a hand to squeeze my thigh, probably in hopes to spur some proper motivation into me but all it did was make me think back to the previous evening when he’d had a free house. I shook my head, along with the thoughts of his hands and his lips, and settled into my seat with a newfound determination as I looked out onto the road.

It wasn’t as though it was anything too terrifying, I didn’t even have to bare left or right, just keep going straight. But still, I had the horrible feeling that this would be the thing that would seal my fate- imminently, or when George’s dad finally got home to find that his car had a barge pole sticking out of its front.

I released a shaky breath.

“Okay- one, two…”

And on three I finally let my foot slip away from the pedal, screaming a little to myself as the car began to roll.

“Yes, Birdie!” George grinned over at me, bouncing in his seat as he moved, “Now the accelerator.”

I laughed stiltedly, eyes wide as I pressed down on the other pedal, feeling the car bob at the sudden pressure.

“Easy.” George corrected but he was still smiling away, hand tapping at my leg. “Good girl. See? You’re doing it!”

And I was. I really was.

“Oh shit- break, break!” He then shouted out and I slammed on the brake pedal hard enough to have us both jerking forward in our seats, though the cat that was crossing the road continued in its languid stroll, barely even sparing us a glance.

It was after that I let go of the jittery excitement I felt, heart beating a mile a minute and my grin kilowatt. “Fuck.” I giggled, then glanced over to my left. G seemed to follow the former motion, chuckling to himself whilst we sat in the middle of a side road full of dimmed townhouses. “I wanna go again.” I told him.

He snorted, shaking his head and grinning. “Thought you were shitting yourself a second ago?”

I shrugged, not caring in the slightest how much truth his statement held. “Can we?”

G huffed another chuckle but ultimately dipped his head, “Go on then, when we get to the garages I’ll walk you through parking.”

“Alright, but only if I can do a doughnut or somethin’ first.” I countered, like I had any authority here. But George just laughed and said nothing more whilst I went to pull away from a stop once more.

–

Christmas was always a hectic time of year. No one could deny me that. But since my dad’s passing, it had become a holiday that always came too quickly and dragged on for too long. This year though, this year was gonna be different.

See, I’d been living at Matty’s since the summer after the ‘incident’ as I liked to call it- everyone else seemed to roll their eyes at the name though. And whilst staying with them I'd come to realise a few things about myself.

Firstly, I loved all kinds of food.

Sure a strange thing to find out at my age, but I had an excuse! Alright? Staying with mum I’d pretty much had to feed myself and with money so scarce we’d only ever really had enough for the basics, or at least I did. Most of mum’s boyfriends had practically kept the food they liked under lock and key, even though nine times out of ten they hadn't been the ones to buy it. And so, this meant that I hadn’t had much opportunity to branch out, to get a feel for anything that wasn't canned, bagged, or frozen.

Secondly, I had a tad bit of childhood trauma lagging behind me. Most of which I’ll spare you the intimate details from, but that had an impact on the things I did even when I felt safe. Like, I hated not knowing if there was someone new stopping at the house, made me feel all itchy in truth. And the way I went out of my way to make sure I’d locked everything was a bit much; windows, my bedroom door, the backdoor, the front door, the bathroom door, the side gate. At one point I’d been stressing over the front entrance late at night but had felt too stupid to go and make a check to see if it was in fact closed, which had resulted in me waking Matty up to help me deal with a panic attack.

And thirdly, I had no idea how normal people spent Christmas.

This came to light when I’d all but baulked at the many traditions not just Matty and his family had, but also the rest of the lads.

Ross and his lot often ate their Christmas roast at lunch time then went out for a chinese later on that night. How they had the room for it, I have no idea. Hann, on the other hand, was dragged back and forth between all of his family members on the twenty-sixth instead of the fifth, due to extended family coming to visit from all other parts of the country.

Denise had a list of things she loved to do this time of year.

She’d set up a nativity outside, alongside the rest of the lights and usual decorations for the neighbours to come see. She ordered a real fur tree and then sent the boys out to go collect it with their dad once the day came. It was humongous and dropped needles everywhere, but was oh so beautiful. They always decorated it as a family, taking turns to put the topper on and finding the best branches to place sentimental ornaments. Stockings were hung by the fireplace with initials hand stitched on. And chefs typically came to cater Christmas day.

Gifts were also a big thing.

A very BIG thing.

As in, they were all so lovely and thoughtful to the point that Matty and his younger brother would have an actual meeting over what to get their mum and dad- which had melted my fucking heart, because what?

This year, I’d been forced upon them. But instead of making me feel like an intruder, they did what they always did and made me feel like one of their own.

“Love, will you get that for us?” Denise called out to me just as the doorbell went, “It’ll only be the postman.”

I smiled and nodded, happy to be of some help whilst she sent herself into a tizzy over tinsel. There’d been many deliveries as of late, so I was pretty much used to adding to the post-pile that was going on in the downstairs office.

Wandering out of the kitchen I padded over to the front door, opening it only to find that the postman wasn't there at all.

I blinked stupidly at the sight I was met with, a bright pink cab had taken over the majority of Denise’s driveway and getting out of the backseat was only my Nana.

The door handle fell from my grasp as I stepped forward on instinct, unsure of what the hell was even happening. “Nana?”

The older woman smiled over at me, eyes twinkling with mirth. Then a voice shouted out and I spotted a head of bright red curls fly out from behind the car’s boot to greet me, “Aunt Del too, Dove!”

“What?” I muttered, still so bewildered, but then I caught sight of another familiar face, a face that I didn’t think I'd be seeing until tomorrow. “Did you do this?”

George just chuckled softly, stepping closer to help my Nana over the gravel walkway, but he wasn’t the one who replied to my question. “Came down to fetch us, din’t he?” Nana replied in his stead, stretching a hand out once she got close enough, I blinked again and hurried to take it.

“He did?” I heard myself murmur, still so in shock. Practically rocking with the explosion of it.

Nana gave a sweet laugh, wrapping me up in a much needed hug and pressing a gentle kiss to my head before she pulled away, “Phoned us up a bit ago, wanted to surprise ya, darlin’.”

“Well, God. I’m surprised, that’s for sure.”

They all laughed, probably at the expression cast over my mug, but I couldn’t find it in me to even rebuke them. “I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“Best believe it, doll.” Aunt Del replied, smiling over at me whilst she and George trailed the bags they’d seemingly brought with them up onto the front step. “Our Georgie here went an’ planned it all, picked him up from the train station this morning.”

I let Del tackle me into another tight hug, allowing her to pepper me with a barrel full of kisses. All the while it seemed that Denise and Matty had come out to see what all the fuss was about, only- they didn’t look shocked at all.

“Surprise?” Denise sang out when she caught my gawping, waving a hand out from where she stood in the doorway.

“Did you all know?” I asked, my mind racing to catch up with the situation at hand. “How- I- This is so mad.”

Matty snorted at my crappy attempt at a sentence but I watched as he made his way on over, his mum just behind, so that they could introduce themselves. “All G’s idea, mate. Knew you were missing them and so, yeah we made this happen.”

��I can’t- just, wow.” Then I glanced over to where the one person that currently meant so much to me stood on the outskirts simply watching on. He glanced back.

“Merry Christmas, B.” George said, grinning slightly over at me, obviously pleased with my stuttering reaction.

I released the heavy breath I hadn’t even realised I'd been holding and strode over towards him, he caught me in his arms and held me with a prominent strength I didn’t know he had.

“Thank you.” I whispered once I felt as though I could, tears threatening to fall at the sincerity of it all. Never had I ever been so surprised. “Thank you.” I repeated and pressed a light kiss to the skin of his neck that was hiding behind the collar of his shirt and other many layers.

George squeezed me a little closer, then rocked us back and forth. When I finally pulled away I peered up at him with wet eyes and the brightest smile.

“I can’t believe you got away with all this.”

He laughed, but not his typical kind, no, this one was loud and carefree. Honest.

“Is that all you really care about?” He asked me, teasing, hands now at my hips.

I grinned upwards, “‘Course, can’t believe you did all this under my nose!”

Turning back towards the crowd that had gathered by the door, George’s arm fell to a loose hold on my waist and we made our way back over. Denise was already chatting away with Aunt Del and Nana had somehow roped Matty into an explanation about the band and the few stories she’d heard through G and I during our catchup calls.

At that moment, my heart had never felt so full. In fact, I don’t know how any other Christmas could top it.

–

It had been a lovely day. The most amazing time, actually.

It still felt so unreal to look over and spot Denise in her wedding gown, all happy and glowing. In Portugal of all places, too! Matty was currently off trying to get with one of the many girls attending his mum’s reception, whilst his younger brother, Lou, tested his charm on a couple of the older folk in an attempt to make a bit of money, everyone else seemed fine to just putter about from table to table.

It had started to spit a little while ago, summer rain they’d said, and so I was the only one still standing out in the garden now, the rest of the party somewhere inside the villa or over at the gazebo. My bridesmaid dress was speckled with tiny water droplets that shimmered in the late setting sun but nothing too heavy. The rain here was almost a total contrast to that back home.

“There you are.” I heard someone say just as a pair of hands came to wind themselves around my waist, I leant back in their hold, smiling at the familiarity. “Thought you’d done a runner.”

“Nah, just enjoying the last of the sun.” I hummed, intertwining my fingers with his atop my stomach.

“As well as the rain.” George added with a light chuckle, but he didn’t seem to mind it much either. I nodded lightly, then felt him tuck my head under his chin. “Ross is sloshed.” He told me.

“Already?” I asked around a soft laugh, he hummed. “Lightweight.”

The noise from the party seemed to trickle out to greet us, but no one else seemed to want to step out into the rain. Content with the warmth inside.

“You havin’ a good time?”

I smiled at the question as well as the thumb that soothed the back of my hand. “The best.” I told him honestly, “It’s all been so lovely. Reckon I’d want something like this, you know.”

George was quiet for a long second before he spoke again, “Thought you didn’t want to be tied down. As free as a bird and all that.”

Chuckling, I shrugged a single shoulder. “Dunno. Seems cool, plus you get all that cake.”

An ugly snort escaped George at that, “Only in it for the cake then, I ‘spose.”

With a grin I tilted my head back so that he could see me, “Always!”

He narrowed his eyes down at me, eyelashes fanning the skin beneath them, then tugged me in a bit tighter, “You’re a right menace, you know that?” He murmured against the jut of my collar. I squirmed slightly in his hold, his breath tickling my neck.

“I guess it’d be nice to have a big party too.” I tacked on, if only to tease him further. And it appeared to work too, because he spun me around in his arms and I laughed at the unexpectedness of it.

The rain started to come down a little harder then, but I could hardly feel it with the weight of his gaze on me and the beam of the sun. An old Billy Idol song echoed out into the courtyard from the main room and George grinned at the sound, a favourite. “Fancy a dance?”

“What, back in there?” I wondered, not really all that up for being back amongst everyone else just yet.

George just shook his head though, as if reading my mind, and then dragged me further out onto the grass where the dampness which clung to the clipped stems soaked my feet.

He started to sway then, in time to the beat of Eyes Without A Face.

“Didn’t think you even could dance.” I murmured to him, then giggled as he spun me out, raindrops flicking up the backs of my legs before roping me back in.

“Full of surprises, me.” He quipped before dipping me into an exaggerated bend.

I gasped, unable to help myself, then shook my head, hair falling with it. “Warn me next time.”

George just grinned, eyes squinting with the power of it, then pulled me in closer, chest to chest now. His hands on my back, mine wrapped behind his neck. “Would make things boring, wouldn’t it?”

“What’s so bad about boring?” I shot back.

He huffed, the force of it fluttering my dampening hair and catching on the shell of my ear. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” He assured me and I heard more than saw his smile.

Pleased, I hummed, loosening my hold on him so that I could rest my head against his shoulder and close my eyes. The rain continued to fall on and around us, neither George nor I caring for the way it clung to every available inch of our skin.

“I love you.” I heard him mutter above me, so softly I hardly even felt it resonate in his chest.

I turned to glance up at him again at that, eyes trailing across every inch of his face, taking in every detail he had to offer. “How do you know? For sure?” I questioned him in a faint whisper even though there wasn't another soul about to hear. I was still smiling away, only it was ever so soft, so warm.

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, “I know I love you because even on my worst days you’re all that gets through. There’s no pretending with us, you know every inch of me, the good, the bad, and still, you choose to stay. So I’ll love you today, and then tomorrow. I’ll love you til the day I die, and if there’s life after that, I'll love you then too.”

My eyes watered at the hit of his words, having expected something stupid like ‘you give good head’, or something as simple as ‘I just do’.

“You always manage to surprise me, you know that?” I chuckled quietly, fingers threading through the length of his hair.

George lifted his brows in turn and so I just smiled, humming as I coaxed him closer so that I could finally lean in for a kiss.

“I love you.” I repeated his earlier words once we parted, laughing loudly when he swept me up off my feet and around in a circle.

“You’d better.” He quipped straight back, laughing now too before he slipped on the damp grass beneath us and sent us both sailing to the ground.

“George!”

But he continued to just chuckle away, eyes bright and beaming. God, I thought, I was so, so gone.

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@steddiemas Day 17 Prompt: Accidental Kink Discovery

Tags: Established Relationship, Questionable Use Of Christmas Lights, Light Bondage? (In both senses of the word lol), Steve Harrington Is A Tease, Eddie Munson Is A Menace, Implied Smut, Italian Steve

wc: 1158 | Rating: M

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Steve’s in the kitchen, eyes glued to the simmering pot of sauce. He can hear his Nonna’s voice saying “eyes on sauce” over and over again, intermixed with the sound of the wooden spoon swatting through the air whenever he disobeyed. It’s been years since she passed, even longer since they stood shoulder to shoulder in her home in Italy, but the memory feels as fresh as ever.

It was a fight to get her to jot down the recipe for him all those years ago. Grumbling the whole time about how “recipes live in hearts not on paper.” But he’s glad he went toe-to-toe with her then. If he hadn’t he wouldn’t be here, christening his and Eddie’s new pot in their new kitchen with the smell of his Nonna’s famous sauce.

He’s carefully stirring the pot when he hears a crash, a slew of curses follows shortly after before Eddie’s panicked voice cuts through it all.

“Steve!”

Sorry, Nonna, Steve thinks, my boyfriend is more important than sauce.

Abandoning the sauce without even bothering to turn the burner off, Steve goes sliding into the room. He skids across the floor, spatula brandished in the air sending mariner sauce all over the place. On a path directly towards Eddie and their seven-foot tree, Steve flails his arms and manages to cling to their lamp to keep himself from knocking everyone, including their sleeping cat Bilbo over.

“What’s wrong?” Steve pants, already out of breath from his short trip and the anxiety building in his gut. He closes his eyes, hands flying to the top of his head as he tries to catch his breath.

“These stupid fucking lights,” Eddie groans. “I swear they come out of the box tangled!”

When he opens his eyes, he expects to find the traditional mess of tangled lights he’s grown accustomed to. A giant knot, a few loose strands, maybe Eddie frustratingly tugging at them making things worse. What he finds is so, so, so much worse.

Eddie’s standing in the middle of their living room. Naked Christmas tree to his left, a clutter of boxes to his right. The colored lights that are supposed to be strung on the tree, are wrapped around him from head to toe. Looped around his ankles, winding up his legs. His torso was a tangled mess with strands going every which way, creating knots here and there. There’s a strand pinning his wrists together in front of him and another that looks dangerously too tight around his neck.

“Christ,” Steve sighs, shaking his head. “Are you sure you didn’t fight them or something?”

“No!” Eddie hisses. His attempt at breaking free is thwarted, strands tightening with every little move he makes. “I was trying to untie them and then this happened.”

“If you say so,” Steve hums, slightly enjoying the sight of Eddie all tied up. It almost looks like he was trying to be the Christmas tree. Steve says as much.

“I was not trying to be the tree!” Eddie huffs, struggling against the lights again. “And if you don’t help untangle me right now. You’re going to be decorating that damn tree by yourself!”

“Alright, alright,” Steve laughs, hands thrown up in casual surrender. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, I’ll help you.”

Steve knows Eddie must be frustrated when he doesn’t make his usual “I’m not wearing any” joke. Closing the distance between them, Steve assesses the mess from his new angle. He walks around Eddie a few times, trying his best to find the end of one of the strands but there’s no use — he’s a tangled mess.

“You really got yourself in quite a pickle, Eds.” Steve whistles to himself as he shakes his head. With no clear sign of how to untangle him, he opts for plan B: start at the bottom and work his way up.

Slowly and carefully he drops to his knees to start working on freeing Eddie’s feet. His fingers barely graze one of the strands of light, fingers ghosting over his exposed ankle when a high-pitched gasp falls from his lips. Steve pulls away and leans back on his heels as he gazes up at Eddie.

“You okay up there?” he asks, brow raised as he takes in the sight of Eddie’s blushing face.

“Mhm, yep, peachy,” Eddie says, eyes closed so he doesn’t have to look at Steve.

Steve hums and gets back to work. It takes a bit of patience and clever thinking, but Steve manages to free Eddie’s foot from one of the strands. With the end free, it’s easy to untangle the other leg until he hits another knot near Eddie’s thigh.

He tries the same approach, needling his fingers under the strand before wiggling them around in the hopes of loosening in. It works for a moment before Eddie’s body twitches against Steve’s touch and the strand tightens again. When he looks up to scold him, he finds Eddie’s head tipped back, lower lip wedged between his teeth.

Oh.

“Are you… Is this turning you on right now?” Steve asks, incredulously.

“No!”

“Are you sure?”

Steve doesn’t wait for a reply and instead lets his fingers trail up, up, up Eddie’s thigh until they’re settled just above the knot that’s formed. Eddie jerks at the touch and the strand tightens. This time he’s not quick enough to muffle the moan that slips from his lips.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he groans, arms thrashing in front of him as he tries to free his wrists from their constraints. “Would you quit teasing and free me already?

Steve hums in contemplation before shaking his head. “I don’t think you really want that. I think you purposely tied yourself up.”

“That’s stupid, why would I—“ Eddie’s words are cut off by a choked-out sob when Steve moves in closer, nose nudging the hem of his sweat pants.

“You know, if you wanted to try being tied up you could have just asked,” Steve says, nuzzling his face in the crease of Eddie’s thigh. He’s careful to avoid the bulb on the strand. The last thing they need is a trip to the ER because he got too excited and stabbed himself. He’d never live it down. “M’always down to try new things.”

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie moans as one of Steve’s hands slip under the waistband of his shorts, the other tugs at the loose end of the strand of lights, tightening it so Eddie’s body lurches forward again. “Just to be straight with you, Stevie, I really wasn’t trying to start something.”

“I believe you,” Steve says, glancing up at Eddie. “But I think we need to finish what you accidentally started, don’t you think?”

“Only if I get a turn after.”

“Deal.”

In the end, they end up with one ruined dinner (Sorry Nonna) and a new kink to add to their ever-growing list.

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