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skylarsblue · 13 days

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★RDR2 Incorrect Quotes★

(If you see duplicates from my COD version of these? Shh, no you didn't) ★Border made by @fairytopea★

Ms.Grimshaw What are you doing, you oaf? Young!Arthur, staring at Y/N: They’re pretty. Ms.Grimshaw …and you’re ugly, now get back to work.

- (Pre-joining the gang) Abigail, trying to get paid: What’s your favorite color, John? John: Blue. No, green. Abigail: Awesome! I love learning about you. John: I fucked up, it’s yellow.

- Arthur, cutting a huge knot out of John’s hair: I fucked up, we gotta go bald. *head locks him still* Young!John, flailing violently: WAAAAAHHHH-

Seán: Psst, Lenny, ay mate, wake up! Lenny: Huh- Wh-what? What is it? Seán: I heard something outside the tent. Lenny: What? Seán: Like a woman crying in the distance, but I couldn’t hear her footsteps. Lenny: Okay?? What do you want me to do? Seán: Come look with me! Lenny: Hell no! Seán: Why not? Lenny: I got too much melanin and too much sense for that white people shit. You wanna let demons get you, be my guest, leave me out of it.

- (John HAD to have SOMETHING that captivated her, for humor’s sake? We’ll say he had jokes)

Abigail: You have to find my darling husband, I’m so worried about him. Arthur: Seriously, what do you see in that guy? Abigail: He makes me laugh.

- Micha: I've got the urge to say something. Arthur: And what's that? Micha: The N-Word- Arthur: WHOA-

- Bill: But seriously, is it your whole emo thing that she’s into or what? John: …yeah, long flowing straight hair, very emo.

- Karen: This- Hmm. Tilly: Be nice. Karen: I’m findin’ it. Mary-Beth: …it takes you that long to find- Karen: It does, it does.

- (O’Driscoll troubles) Kieran: Arthur we’re going to get murdered. We’re going to get murdered by a man who can’t tie a fucking bow tie. Arthur: At least he won’t torture us, can’t tie a rope either.

- John: Ugh, you know they’re gonna make us do one of those tacky family happiness photos that comes in the restaurants shitty frame. Tilly: Why are you so fucking negative all the time? John: Wh- uh- I just- Arthur: *slowly sucks tea through straw*

- Seán: Someone just said; “You’re a criminal!” Seán: *handkerchief on, gun in one hand, bag of money in the other* Seán: Well I’ll tell ya what, Sherlock Holmes. You are unbelievable.

- The Gang: Arthur is dying and Micha is a rat! Dutch, dancing with money: *insert that audio that goes “I don’t give a fuck cause I’m a ✨millionaire✨, I do what I want, middle finger in the air!”*

- John, drunk: You think the wind is ever tryna tell us something and we don’t know how to hear it anymore? Charles, loading up a drunk Arthur into a wagon: I just want you to stop saying odd shit.

- Abigail: If we lose, I’m gonna cut the judge. John: Wh- you brought your switchblade?? Abigail: Mhm. John: But they patted us down on the way in, where did you hide i- ohhhhhhh.

- Arthur: …you ever wish you could just, turn into a bird and fly away from everything? Charles: I think we need to get you to a therapist for depression. John: I’d wanna be a wolf. Charles: And we should get you psych evaluation for Autism.

- Sheriff: You seem like a reasonable and good natured person. Arthur: *looks around* And you look like you need glasses.

- Abigail: What would your father say?! Jack: Uhhh “I’ll fix it!” And then make it worse until luck comes around and makes it work, and then act like that was the plan the whole time? Abigail: …that’s my bad, I should’ve used a different phrase to express my disappointment.

- (I dunno why but John being super mean to some people is so fucking funny to me. I don't hate Bill, but bullying him is fun)

Bill: You enjoyin’ the wife everyone else paid to have? John: You mean the woman I never had to pay for? The woman who liked me so much, she didn’t ask for any money to sleep with me? In fact; she liked me so much, she married me? The woman who makes me a warm dinner and kisses me everyday? Mother of my child? John: I am enjoyin’ yeah. What about you, Bill? Bill: John: You enjoyin’ your lonely life, you unlovable sorry sack of shit? You enjoyin’ having to pay for someone to pretend they like you? Cause they never actually do. They hate you actually, like me. I hate you. Eat shit and die, Bill.

- Arthur: …him? Really? Mary-Beth Don’t be mean! Arthur: He looks like a rescue dog, Mary-Beth. Mary-Beth: I know, I like that! Arthur: ….you like that?? Mary-Beth: His pathetic wet eyes and general wimpy stature have captivated me. Arthur: *sigh* Whatever makes you happy.

- Bill: At the end of the day, Arthur. I am a MAN. Arthur: A MAN WHO’S GAY. You like fellers GETTHATTHROUGHYOURHEAD!

- Dutch: I have a plan. Hosea: You haven’t planned shit. Dutch: I’ve planned it.

- Hosea: Arthur! What on earth are you doing?! Young!Arthur: Getting rid of this demon. Young!John: *screeching and trying to get out of Arthur’s grip* Hosea: And why do you plan to get rid of him? Arthur: Because, Hosea! He woke me up by leaning over me and whispering, “I know what death feels like, it’s cold. Have you felt death?” Arthur: HE’S CLEARLY EVIL, HOSEA Hosea: That’s just how children are, Arthur. Dutch: He’s right son, put the boy down. Dutch, leaning and whispering to Hosea: But maybe we should buy a Bible just in case. Hosea: And a cross.

- (Modern au and suicide joke)

John: It’s not a phase! It’s a lifestyle, you just wouldn’t get it! Arthur: You think I didn’t go through the “I can’t tell if I want to kill myself or everyone around me” phase? Come on. John: What? I don’t wanna kill myself at all. Arthur: … John: … John: Should I- should we go talk to Hose- Arthur: We should forget this conversation happened. Take this Nirvana CD and keep your mouth shut.

- Abigail: …John. John: Yes, my angel? Abigail: You forgot something. John: No I didn’t! I took the list with me, checked it three times, even crossed things off when I put it in the cart! See, look. Apples, frozen hamhocks, cranberry juice- Abigail: John. You took Jack with you. John: Abigail: John: Abigail: John: SHIT I LEFT HIM BY THE PASTA SECTION Abigail: STOP STANDING THERE AND GO GET HIM!

- Jack: Pa, how did you get mom to marry you? John: Well son, I- John: John: I have no idea. Jack: Should I ask mom? John: I’ll be honest, I don’t think she knows the answer either.

- Charles: You did good back there. Arthur: Oh? Heh, nah, you did all the fancy stuff. I just helped. Charles: Don’t undersell yourself, Arthur. I wouldn’t be complimenting you for no reason. Arthur: Oh yeah? And here I thought you were just trying to fluff up my ego. Charles: Wouldn’t hurt to do when you work so hard, no? Arthur: Now you’re just being’ sweet- John: Can y’all wait til we’re done before you start your spiritual dick sucking? Arthur: Can you repent to the lord fast enough to save your soul in the time it’ll take me to throw you into the damn ocean, Marston?!

- Arthur: Do you even have a brain? John: Do you even have someone that loves you? Arthur: John: John: I heard it that time, I’m sorry. Arthur: This is what Abigail hears sometimes, just so you know. John: I heard it that time, I got it. I- I’ll just- Arthur: Whiskey, full bottle. The nice kind. John: Apology alcohol, got it.

NPC: My husband’s parents are so crazy. In-laws always are, huh? Abigail: Well, uh-

*John being an orphan* *John’s adoptive dads being criminals, one particularly off his rocker*

Abigail: ….aha, yeah;;

- Abigail: John Marston, you useless, foolish, stupid man! Bill: To hell with John! Abigail, suddenly with a very large gun: NO ONE INSULTS MY HUSBAND.

- Arthur, holding up a proper painting he actually put time and effort into: Could a depressed person make this? Charles: The painting: *a wolf in the rain laying it’s head over the body of a deer shot with an arrow* Charles: I’m, in fact, more convinced you have depression now. Arthur: …yeah this wasn’t the best evidence for my argument, huh? Charles: No. Not at all.

- John: What are you talking about? That’s completely normal, it’s like having opinions. just cause it doesn’t happen to you doesn’t mean- Tilly: No, John! No. It’s not normal to have that reaction to the sound of hearing metal on metal. John: No look, uh- Arthur! Arthur come here! Arthur: What now? John: What happens when you hear metal on metal? Like, a can bein’ rubbed with a knife. Arthur: Ugh, I hate that sound. It makes my damn skin crawl, like I got beetles underneath. Makes me wanna skin myself to get’em out. John: Right! See, Tilly? It’s not just me! Tilly: ????

Charles: …and you never got them evaluated? Hosea: In hindsight, an autistic diagnosis probably would’ve made more things make sense. But, what can ya do.

- Arthur after a dog didn’t positively react to him: Maybe this is my final straw. Charles: No. Arthur: It might be. Charles: It’s one dog. There are twenty that you stopped to pet along the way here, plenty more for you to pet after this. Arthur: You don’t understand, this is devastatin’. Charles: Arthur, please- Arthur: Utterly devastatin’, Charles.

- Arthur, tipsy: Just cause you’re gorgeous don’t mean I’ma do whatever you say. Charles: Drink the water, Arthur. Arthur: *grabs the glass* Yes, sir.

- (Got a Y/N one, also, modern Au)

Arthur: That’s the Aberdeen farm. Y/N: …what’s wrong with it? Arthur: What’cha mean? Y/N: The vibes, they’re off. Arthur: …the…vibes? Y/N: The energy, Mister Morgan. The vibe of the place. They’re off, they’re weird, wack even. I sense insidious and wretched wavelengths wafting from the aura of that property. Arthur: I see…well, to answer your question, it’s cause they are weird. And I ain’t even confirmed why cause I don’t really wanna know. Y/N: I see you can also sense the vibes are rank. Arthur: …sure, whatever that means.

- Micha: Well I think- Y/N: Well I’m certain no one fucking asked, Micha! Not a single damn person asked what the hell you thought, ever! In fact, I’m pretty sure you don’t think. I’m pretty sure your skull fills with all the bullshit in your organs, and it just spills out your mouth! Micha: Micha: I- Y/N: Shut up, Micha!

- Arthur, after Albert explains some super dangerous plan in order to get wild animals near him to photograph: You’re stupid, I like that in a man.

- Y/N: Bye Arthur, bye Karen, bye Hosea, bye Arthur. Sadie: You said ‘bye Arthur’ twice. Y/N: I like Arthur.

- NPC: Lovebirds, eh? Sadie: Arthur: Sadie: I’d rather eat a poison ivy plant with Holly Berries for dressing. *looks at Arthur* No offense. Arthur: No no, none taken. All things considered, I’d rather dive into a pit of tar and then drag myself face first through a plain of rotten chitlins. Sadie: Completely fair!

- Bill: I need you to realize you ain’t in charge here. Y/N: I need you to realize I don’t give a shit.

- Arthur: Hey Charles, uh, I got an Uhm…a spiritual question. Charles: Any particular reason you chose to ask me? Arthur: Uh well- I didn’t mean for it to be like that- I just- Charles: *sigh* What is it? Arthur: Do you know what it means when an elk stands up on its back legs? Charles: That means- Charles: WE SHOULD LEAVE, we need to leave, that’s what that means!

- Jack: …why are your boobs so big? Charles: They’re not boobs. Jack: Do you have to wear a brasier? Charles: *sigh* Arthur: He asked me the same thing a couple weeks ago, don’t think to hard bout it.

(Story spoilers!!) Y/N: I'm sorry, let me get this straight. Y/N: You picked up that man when he was a destitute child, grieving and starving. Taught him almost everything he knows. Y/N: Then, you did that with, what? Three others? In similar circumstances? Y/N: Created a sense of family and community, a strong bond between so many misfortuned people. With your trustworthy long term friend by your side. Y/N: And then. Y/N: One RAT. WHO IS OPENLY ANTAGONISTIC AND REEKS OF SUSPICION AS MUCH AS HE DOES HORSE SHIT, SOMEHOW CONVINCES YOU TO GO OFF YOUR ROCKER AND HARM YOUR GANG?! Y/N: Explain! Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: He praised me- Y/N: YOUR PRAISE KINK GOT YOU TO AIM A GUN AT YOUR SONS????

- Arthur: Naaah they’re an angel. Lenny: They punched Bill in the face. Seán: They told Strauss he was a waste of human material, in his own language, which they’re not fluent in. Mary-Beth: They framed Micha for a crime and got him put in prison again. Arthur: Like I said, an angel!

- John: Woman. (Translation: Darling.) Abigail: Moron. (Translation: Lovebug.)

Arthur: You tellin’ me they’re being affectionate right now? Jack: Can’t’cha read subtext, Uncle Arthur? Arthur: ???

(Insert Alcohol is truth serum reference)

Drunk Bill: Not to be gay, but you’re gorgeous bro. Kieran, afraid: You don’t have to be gay to appreciate a man’s beauty. Absolutely shit-faced Bill: Nah, like I’d fuck you, bro. Kieran, terrified: Okay, never mind!

- (How I imagine their first couple years together went)

Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: How do you feel about me? Hosea, naked & beside him: ….we’re sharin’ a bedroll, Dutch. Dutch: Yes, but what are we, Hosea? Hosea: ….we’re both naked, alone, in a tent, Dutch. Dutch: That doesn’t answer my question. Hosea:

- (This one's sad, not funny, sorry-) John: You’re such a hypocrite, why is it that anything I do that you’ve done before that you get so bent outta shape?! Arthur: Because I’ve done it before you, John. John: So why do you think it’s fair to tell me not to?! Most people are proud when their younger brother ends up like’em. You don’t want anyone like you, is that it? Arthur: John: John: …oh. Arthur: Now that you got my point, will you take my god damn advice without a big fuss…please.

- John: She drives me insane! She somehow managed to make me the angriest I’ve ever been almost daily. NPC: Then leave her. John: The fu- no. What? She’s the wind beneath my wings, my darling wife, my beautiful angel. How the hell could you even think to suggest such a thing? NPC: But- John: Get outta my sight, you fuckin’ disgrace.

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the-doomed-witch · 9 months

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Hey can you write a natasha romanoff or wanda maximoff with fem reader with taylor swift's gorgeous? I think that song is perfect for them and it's my fav. Taylor song. Thanks in advance

YOU’RE GORGEOUS

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re the journalist, and she’s a celebrity. You’re drunk, and she’s gorgeous. You know how it goes. // based on Gorgeous by Taylor Swift

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS + MEN DNI. a really thick tension, almost competing w e/o, jealousy?, everyone’s like reaaally getting drunk, publicly making out, nothing but pining, situationship but it actually works out 💀

SEND ME REQUESTS BASED ON TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

Author’s Note: hi anon! i hope you enjoy this 🫶 if you noticed the “hey stephen” no you didn’t 😭 also sorry this became kind of long but overall i loved writing this

MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION

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Her flashing green eyes meet your glare as soon as she enters the room, hands tied with her stupid boyfriend. He’s not even just some guy, he’s a fucking microwave.

It was yet another Avengers party, and you were there as a member of the press, again. It was the third one this month, and you were tired of coming up with questions to interview them with. You showed up, asked them updates about their upcoming plans in hopes of a new cover story, ignored Wanda in every way that you could, got drunk, and left. It was a routine for you. But at least you got to drink expensive wine.

Your body tenses up at her sharp death stare, as if she was ready to burn you down. Wherever she went, you moved to the opposite direction, joining a circle of people or excusing them to click a picture of them. Of course, Stephen Strange was a fellow who’d love to get a picture taken, so you follow him.

Wanda sways her hips while walking up to you, her black dress gliding with the movement of her hips. “Hey Stephen, could you excuse us for a minute? Thanks.” Having no opportunity to answer, he nods with a formal smile and leaves you in Wanda’s privacy, all alone.

Placing her glass of whiskey aside, she hugs you. Albeit lightly, but you lose your breath for the second. “Y/N, what a delight to meet you. I feel like we need a lot of catching up to do.” she speaks with a smirk on her face, adorned by curls of her red hair falling down gracefully

You politely agree and grab yourself a drink; it was what you had to do in your professional capacity. Journalists cannot be rude to anyone.

She takes you to a quieter corner of the deafening party, that God knows how even exists. It was dark, but you had a couch to yourselves, just enough space to fit the two of you at a safe distance.

She speaks something, but you don’t hear it, you’re too busy staring at her cleavage. Wanda understands the direction of your pupils right away, and stretches her back, rotating her neck to release the tension.

“I’ve been really tired today. But since we are old friends, I think I should know a little bit about your life these days. How’s everything going on? Have you got a girlfriend?”

Old friends? That’s how you define a homoerotic ass situationship? Really, Wanda? You decide to join her game, and take off your coat, folding it and resting it on your lap.

“Mm, I’d love to say yes, but I’m afraid not. It’s kinda on and off you know.” You adjust your tie, it was harder to breathe with Wanda so close to you. “How are things with Vision?” you counter question her. It isn’t a competition, but you fear giving in against her.

She takes a deep breath, and replies, “I hope none of this goes out into the press.”

“You can trust me, Wans.” You add the nickname as a sign of confidentiality and a personal effect.

“Things haven’t been good with him. I don’t even know what he’s doing out there right now. I’m not even sure where he even is, if he has left the party to go to a club or something. Not that I care anymore…”

“I’m sorry for that, I wish he wasn’t a moron.”

She laughs and slightly hits your arm, “Hey! I’m still his plus one for the night.”

“I guess you should try to find him around here somewhere, then.” you give her the evil smirk. She reflects the same expression and says, “It hurts to know you don’t have a girlfriend yet. You deserve one, for the stunning woman you are.”

It suddenly turns into a game of who can hold back longer and who can roast better. You excuse yourself from the coversation after a little while, and proceed to ask people some questions.

With the glances you steal, you observe that Wanda doesn’t smile for the rest of the evening, not even the perilous grin of hers. The time passes for hours till you are inebriated again, spending your time with the even more drunk host of the evening; Tony Stark.

You stand in a group with him, Valkyrie and Thor around you, all high from unhealthy amounts of drinking. You still hold yet another glass of wine in your hands, sipping between quips and laughter.

“She called me her ‘old friend’… The fuck does that even mean? A friend who’s older than you?” The group laughs with every sentence you narrate to them.

“Girl, we’ve had our fair share of situationships… none of them have ever called me an ‘old friend’… it’s just the weirdest thing to say…”

Thor holds his guffaws back and asks you, “But Y/N, who is this lady that you’re talking of?”

“Well you wouldn’t believe.”

Tony joins in the conversation, “Oh come on Y/N, tell us!”

You notice Wanda entering the little crowd of four of you. She’s just as drunk, but seems to be in little control of herself, unlike you.

You throw your arm around her shoulders, and watch her change the subject of discussion. Maybe she heard what you said, maybe it was involuntary, but she is here to the rescue of you and herself.

In between drinks and limericks by Thor, Wanda’s hand extends to your waist, your arm still around her shoulders.

You both turn towards each other to laugh, but the smiles falter away with the vicinity of your bodies. You freeze for a moment, watching her eyes give you a soft look for the first time in months. Suddenly, she’s the only one in the enormous room, filled with thousands of people. She’s the only one emanating light, in the crowdful of darkness.

Her eyebrows stretch up, with her uncertain expression. For a response, you move your hand to her nape, scratching it softly as you tug her closer to you. She wraps your tie around her wrist, in an attempt to pull you more quickly than your pace.

Her lips feel warm, and delicate. With repeated scratches at the back of her neck, she sighs and pulls your tie even closer, consequently her tongue meeting yours. Your stomach tingles with butterflies till she gives you space to take a breath.

It’s infuriating to feel this way. Out of all the alcohol that made you drunk, only the feeling of her lips brushing against yours managed to intoxicate you.

The lustre of her black dress remains lingering in your eyes when you push Wanda against the bar counter, careful not to hurt her exposed and freckled back. “You’re so fucking gorgeous Wanda,” you speak before capturing her into another kiss, “I hate it so much. God, I hate it so much.”

“Hate me enough to take me home tonight?”

“Oh I could be alone all I want. Unless you wanna come along?”

#skye’s taylor swift themed drabbles #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff smut

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guessm0del · 9 months

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Little Red Riding Hood

Chapter One - Kill Or Be Killed

Summary: Living a life of caution for as long as she can remember, Y/N has never stayed too long in one place, always moving from town to town in hopes to hide her identity. With the Hunters Moon coming, she knows she must be extra careful, as the local culture resides heavily in the hunting of her kind. One night, when a cloaked figure unveils her secret and narrowly escapes, Y/N finds herself in a desperate situation: kill or be killed. With no face to go by, she must now search through the townsfolk before the stranger can spread the truth about her. But the task proves more than difficult when she realises her only lead is a long, crimson cloak.

Genre: horror, fantasy, little red riding hood retelling

Warnings: cursing, stalking, death, heavy smut (later included)

Pairing: redridinghood!Jungwon x femwolf! reader

next chapter

A branch snaps. Something is wrong.

I whirl around, casting quick glances to every corner of the forest. A rehearsal, like I’d done every Hunters Moon as a girl.

A confirmation.

A silence.

A knowing.

Someone is watching.

My eyes scan the turret of green abyss before me, checking every leaf, every branch with eager uniformity.

I scrutinise each passing spec, scanning the forest for something out of place, something that doesn’t belong. But even in the dead of night the forest remains regal with grace, beckoning me to try and find its flaw.

When I finally conclude that my hiding acquaintance must be some stumbling stag, I go to turn back to the river and notice a flicker of motion to my left.

I stop dead in my tracks.

Something that doesn’t belong.

Got you.

I race across the clearing, diving head first into the forest without hesitation, but this stranger is smart, and from what I can gather, eager to hide his identity as I watch his red cloak shift fervently through the trees, concealing any hint of skin as he swiftly dodges all obstacles in his path. Suddenly, he trips over a fallen branch and lands face first on the ground. He groans in pain and I slow in my pace, preparing to make haste of my short advantage.

But before I can do anything of the sort, he’s hoisting himself up, grabbing at his foot that’s stuck firm in the mud.

Thank the heavens for yesterdays rain.

I go to resume in my advances, but he’s gone before I can pounce, yanking his foot from the ground and making another run for it.

No.

The voice in my head rings clear, precise with its set instruction.

He mustn’t get away.

In one last eager attempt to catch him, I grab a rock nearby and aim it towards his leg, praying that the gods will spare me this one small decency, at least for today.

The figure doesn’t bother brushing the filth off his cloak, making a priority of his escape as he runs off. A smart one. I find myself admiring his resolve to live, and almost feel bad as I watch the heavy stone smash into his left leg, causing him to stumble down the hill at an awkward position. I follow, but at a slower pace this time.

He could be armed.

And yes, just as I had hoped, the stranger awaits at the bottom of the hill, rocking side to side as he groans in agony and clutches at his knee. He makes no attempt to get up, although as I inch closer, I realise my throw was so strong he mightn’t be able to. He stops groaning as I approach. He’s getting ready.

My hand slowly grabs at the small dagger tucked into my side, drawing it out in one sly motion. I feel him stiffen as I straddle his lap, much too clouded in pain to react as I grab his hands and prepare to tie them above his head. “Sneaky thing, aren’t you?” I remark, breathing hard between laughs as I lower my dagger just above his adams apple. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before following me into the woods, boy.” His face remains covered by his crimson cloak, but I feel him breathing hard beneath it. I go to push it aside, but he abruptly pushes forward, banging his head against mine with fever.

I stumble backwards, moaning in pain. “You insolent little-” But it’s too late, the figure is already sprinting away into the dark forest. My hands find their way to my forehead, cradling what I know will be bruised tomorrow. Scrambling to my feet, I watch from afar as he pushes on, occasionally stopping to quickly relieve some pressure off his leg. I curse, kicking a nearby clump of dirt and sending it soaring through the trees. Brushing the dirt off my hair, I feel a surge of rage boil beneath my skin as I watch him cautiously cast quick glances behind him. The darkness makes it impossible for me to see his features clearly from this distance.

Dammit, I’m screwed.

I pace back and forth, considering running after him, but it’s too late, he’s too far gone now. He’s morphed into a small crimson spec now, limping as he makes a b-line for town.

Dammit.

Helena is going to be livid. But it doesn’t matter, because deep down I know she’s not the one I’m worried about.

The townspeople are.

Not to mention Mary, Jiwon and.…Heeseung. They’ll never speak to me again.

No, worse. They’ll push for my execution.

Wait. A tinge of cold air licks at my arm as I stop dead in my tracks. Red drops paint the dirt beneath me. My gaze follows the winding trail down the path.

Blood.

The fool has left me a trail.

I kneel to the ground, coating a finger in the red liquid and bringing it to my nose. His scent fills my senses, and I feel myself letting go. The blood smells sweet, like warm sugar and cinnamon. I bet it would it taste even better. My breath catches in my throat as I struggle to repress the small voice gnawing at my sanity. Go on. With shaky hands, I bring the blood to my lips, letting my mouth stop just short of contact. Let go. A howl echoes from across the forest. I snap out of my trance and shake my head, regaining my thoughts. I don’t have time for this. Deep breaths, in and out.

I am in control.

I turn back to the small village in the distance, the same town I have called home for the last 8 months. Avion. A quaint little village hustled in the centre of a frozen paradise, home to over 200 people…

and tonight, one of them is going to die.

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Authors Note:

lmao can I just say thank you to all of yous that picked Jungwon in my previous poll cause gawd dayum I couldn’t stop picturing him as red riding hood and i suddenly regretted putting up a poll for ppl to choose LMAO 🤣

anyway ik this chapter was short but dw it was only short cause it was more like a prologue than an actual chapter lol

anyway peace out, me has got 2 go and start working on chapter two💀 bye bye

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reidslovely · 9 months

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heyy bambi i was wondering if i could request tasm!peter x reader where she’s grumpy and he’s sunshine with her getting jealous and not wanting to say anything so she just pouts and he thinks it’s so cute cause reader has nothing to worry about 🥹

hi friend loved this concept...however i can only bring myself to write frat tasm peter so that is incorporated into this plot because it's just fitting. hope you love it.

Love on the Brain

Frat!Peter x Reader

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This had been the flashiest frat party of the year by far. Even flashier than the one you and your friends had stumbled into six months ago, where you first met Peter Parker. Now Peter Parker had entangled himself in every sense of your life, like the spider he was. Everyone was dressed in some type of couples get up. Groups of friends having picked out group costumes, or couples having picked out iconic couple costumes. Which is what made you pissed off even more as the brunette dressed in a heart pink dress with a heart logo on it, grasped your boyfriend's arm. Peter’s eyes widened, very interested in her story not at all paying attention to the care-bear girl petting his bicep.

You two were very clearly dressed in a couples costume, both having walked down the stairs in a 1950’s get-up mocking that of Jack and Alice from Don’t Worry Darling. Besides that, everyone knew Peter Parker had a girlfriend, a girlfriend who was pretty territorial.

“He only has eyes for you.” M.J. approached you with two drinks in hand Harry in tow. The two dressed as Fred and Daphne from Scooby-Doo. She pushed the vodka sprite into your hand, eyes peering into you.

“I know. And I have eyes for her right now, just not the ones she wants.”

“He’s so oblivious.”

Harry laughed watching his friend, nodding his head answering the chemistry question thrown at him. “How’d you even get him to catch on that you liked him?”

“Didn’t have too he liked me first.” You shrugged sitting your drink down, leaning against the table of snacks where Peter had left you before being cornered.

“She’s not even one of the original care-bears.” M.J. shook her head. Peter finally pulled his eyes away from her, finding you in the crowd. Warmth and relief washed over you, but apparently not your face as Peter pointed your way talking to the girl. She huffed, dropping her hand shooting daggers at you. You bit back a smile, but your walls cracked as Peter walked over engulfing you in his arms.

“What’s the long face for mhm?” Peter teases.

“This is just my face.” You said dropping the smile again quickly.

“Mhm, is someone jealous? Mhm” Peter teased, rubbing his nose against your forehead, teasing you.

“No, of course not. You know where you’re taken care of.”

You whisper, fixing the tie, you’d put it around his neck earlier. You were insanely green on the inside, and it only filled more when you caught her and a girl in a blue dress pointing your way mumbling something about “bitch.” Your bottom lip pulled inward, biting down on it as you thought.

“You know it’s okay to get jealous. It’s healthy, good for a relationship. Shows we still got something, if you weren’t jealous..well baby I think I’d be a little offended.”

“Do you get jealous?” You deflected away from yourself, hands resting on his shoulders. Peter laughed and tilted his head.

“..’Course I get jealous baby. Why do you think I’m always hanging on you on these things? I gotta show we are both taken. These guys have wandering eyes and I don’t really like that.”

His words made you feel better, him bringing his lips down to your cheek and to the corner of your mouth. You smiled at him, locking your lips with him, hands squeezing his shoulders. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby, promise.” Peter says pecking your forehead. “Now let's go make fun of Harry and that dumbass ascot.” Peter says, taking a drink out of your cup, pointing at Harry who turned already anticipating the loving ridicule.

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Love Or Die 💜🔪

Mini Series

Paring: Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Y/N) -> story will be told mostly in Reader’s P.O.V.

Plot: Reader (Y/N) can’t stand Dean Winchester and everything about him, but she has a secret and that is: she’s madly in love with him.

Inspired by the song: Can’t Hold On Forever by Laura Marano

Part 1 - Reader’s P.O.V.

Warning: Language

I have been hunting since I was 18 (I’m 25 now) but I’ve never worked with anyone as cocky, annoying and arrogant as Dean Winchester. I started hunting with him, his younger brother Sam and my Uncle /Godfather Bobby Singer since my parents died. Uncle Bobby has been looking after me the past year and I couldn’t be more grateful. He’s always been like a father figure to me. But Dean on the other hand….was a huge pain in the ass. I couldn’t stand him, and I made it pretty well known. But… I had a secret. A secret that no one knows. I'm also unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. It all started last month, when he saved me from getting kidnapped by a witch that wanted to suck the life out of me to make her more youthful. He was so brave and took care of me, like a knight in shining armor. Since then I’ve had to hide how I felt….It wasn’t too hard to act like I didn’t have feelings, but it was at the same time. Under all that arrogance and self-confidence, he was so damn hot. He was tall, muscular (not like a body builder but his body was toned) and had short brown hair. He had a jawline so sharp and perfect that it could cut you in half. His hands were strong but also calloused, I imagined the way they would feel on my body. His lips were perfect. Looking soft, plump and kissable at the same time. I wanted to kiss them so damn much. And to top it off….he had the most amazing, perfect smile and GORGEOUS emerald green eyes. When I looked into them, I could melt like a popsicle on the 4th of July. There were days when he would be casually walking around, acting nonchalantly and I would find myself staring at him. I would snap out of it when he would say “Take a picture, sweetheart it’ll last longer.” Then I would have to fire back a snarky remark like, “In your dreams, Winchester.” And I’d roll my eyes. On the inside I was screaming, I don’t know how much longer I could keep this up.

The Next Day

We were working on a case, with a bunch of ghosts haunting this old abandoned New Orleans type esque mansion. This group of teenagers heard about it being haunted and wanted to check it out. And of course one of the girls winds up murdered. Her name was Jessica. What a bunch of idiots. Don’t they know it’s frowned upon to mess with haunted places. Anyways…while Sam and Uncle Bobby stayed behind to do research on the house, Dean and I went downtown to the police station to interview the teenagers. One of the things I loved about being a hunter was dressing up as an undercover FBI Agent. I always wore a black pencil skirt, with a white buttoned up blouse and heels. It made me feel like a bad bitch. Dean was wearing a suit and tie, which he looked so handsome in. Once we got there, the boyfriend of the girl who was killed was in an interview room. As we walked into the room, I noticed this kid was drooling over me, which Dean noticed. “Mr. Montgomery, I’m Agent Smith and this is my partner Agent Parker.” Dean said firmly while we both flashed our badges. “Alright, Mr…” I said while taking a seat at the table, trying to sound professional. Dean took a seat next to me. “Mike, you can call me Mike.” He said, interrupting and winking at me. “Okay, Mike.” I said, clearing my throat. “Why’d you go down to that haunted house?” “Look, I already talked to the cops about this. Why is the FBI questioning me now?” “We’re just doing our job Mike,” I said. “Now please, tell us what happened.” “Jess, my friends and I heard the stories about the house being haunted and we wanted to see if it was true.” He explained that when they walked through the house, they could feel the cold air around them. They heard strange noises, silent whispers, and objects flying out of nowhere. Warning them to stay away. “And don’t you think going in that house was a stupid idea?!” Dean said, shouting at him. I mean he wasn’t wrong, it was a very stupid idea. “Well - I - uh…” he said, stuttering. Dean was making him so nervous that his palms were clammy and sweat was beaming on his forehead. Mike finally looked at me and said, “I didn’t think anyone was gonna get hurt! Especially Jess.” He said. “Too little too late for that one buddy.” I said while crossing my arms. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean for this to happen. I thought it was stupid and all a joke!” He shouted “If I could take it all back I could.” He said softly, putting his hands in his face. I sighed and looked at him. I was in his shoes once. I used to believe that all this supernatural stuff was a joke, but then my parents explained to me that it’s all real. The ghosts, monsters, everything. I got up and put my hand on his shoulder, I could tell that he was being sincere. “Listen, Mike I know it’s hard not to believe this stuff, but believe me when I say this: it’s all real. And uh, I know how hard it is to lose someone you care about. It can be tough but you’ll get through it, I promise.” “Thanks Agent.” He said while flashing a smile at me. Dean cleared his throat and I removed my hand. “Okay well that’s it for today.” Dean said, and he handed out a business card to Mike. “Call us if you find anything else.” And then he rushed out of the room. “Bye,” Mike said quietly. I gave him a small smile and a quick wave before heading out the door. “What the hell was that Dean?” I said sternly while catching up to him as he walked towards the Impala. “That kid was totally giving you googly eyes, Y/N” he said, climbing in and slamming the door. Is he for real right now? “And why does it matter if he was, it’s not like I can do anything with him. He’s a teenager.” I said, going into the passenger seat. He started the engine and drove off. “It doesn’t matter. He’s 17, probably thinks more with his dick more than his mind.” “Oh and like you don’t either Dean??” I said. He looked at me coldly, gripping his hands on the steering wheel. He continued to drive down the road. “Are you jealous??” “Uhhh no, no no no.” He said, shaking his head. “Whatever Winchester.” I said, looking away from him.

And we continued our drive back to Uncle Bobby’s house in silence.

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perpetuallydaydreaming · 1 year

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you have to kiss under the mistletoe, it’s the rules.

who knew a small bundle of leaves could change everything?

warnings/tags: no warnings,, james x female reader,, mutual pining,, oblivious!james,, down bad james,, he doesn’t know what a mistletoe is exactly but he’s trying

“you know that’s not a mistletoe right?” you said pointing at the bundle of greenery in james’ hands. “if that’s what you think you’re holding.”

craning your neck to look up at your fellow gryffindor trying and failing to tie what appears to be a branch to the ceiling

“what?” looking down at his hands and then sending you a frown, “of course it’s a mistletoe?”

“it’s not,” popping your hip and quirking your eyebrow. “that’s just a bunch of leaves.” looking down to the table beside his very wobbly ladder. the various collection of leaves and random flowers tied in red ribbons. picking one “mistletoe” from the bunch and twisting it on your fingers, fighting a smile to appear on your face. ignoring the growing fondness in your chest for james’ misstep.

“it is?” now he looks to the thing as if it had offended him in some way. “but sirius said it’s a mistletoe.” he whined still hovering high in the ceiling.

showing him the “mistletoe” in your hands, scoffing up a laugh, “this is literally an evergreen branch,” grabbing another from the bunch, “this one is just cherries and plastic leaves.”

he slowly came down with a whispered charm, pockets full of random greenery and berries. “are any of these mistletoes?”

“not even a single one.” you try to hold back a laugh, knowing he doesn’t do well when he’s undermined. looking at him mope and push around the decorations huffing, a slight pout on his lips. “why are you even putting these up in the common room?”

he flushed red, freezing in his woe, “i just,” he looked away, looking anywhere but you. eye darting from edge of the room to the other. “i thought the room could be more festive for the party.”

“you’re not using this as a ploy to kiss someone, are you?” you teased, desperately hoping for it to be false but masking it to sound nonchalant, “because that is just sleazy,” crossing your arms and looking at him pointedly.

you see him deflate and turn ever redder. the implication of his reaction making you frown for real this time.

“you were!” pointing at him, aghast.

he shook his head, “no!” looking at you now, “like you said it’s sleazy, so how could you even think i’d do that?”

you squint you eyes, suspicious, “you sound too guilty for someone claiming innocence.”

he scoffs, cheeks still tinted pink hastily grabbing the various leaves and ribbons, “i beg your pardon!” he gasped, “i’m not that desperate to rely on a plan to get someone to kiss me.”

“padfoot, we need cancel the plan.” james exclaimed the second he entered the dorm.

sirius sitting up from remus’ bed, leaves glued to the ends of fingers.

“what? why?”

james heaves a sigh, dropping the ribbons and leaves on the ground without a care, “she said doing this would be sleazy.”

“you told her the plan?” sirius screeched, pulling the stuck ferns on his fingers.

“no, she said it after seeing the leaves.” the curly haired marauder huffed offended that sirius thinks he’ll snitch, “these aren’t mistletoes, by the way.”

sirius looked down to the greens on his lap, “what?”

remus rolls his eyes, sitting up next to sirius, “i told you these aren’t mistletoes.”

sirius looks like his entire world is crumbling down, and james sort of knows how that feels, “then what are these?”

“leaves,” james replied, walking carefully to his bed.

“even these?!” pointing frantically to the red berries on the floor.

“i think those are just cranberries,” petter piped, throwing one in his mouth, “yup, definitely cranberries.”

sirius crosses his arms, indignant. “and you didn’t tell me after i tied about 50 of ‘em?”

peter shrugs, “thought you would have realized by the second one,”

before sirius could blow off at peter, remus turns to james and frowns, “you alright there mate?”

james slumping on his bed, glasses now lay perched top of his head. looking an image of utter defeat.

“what am i supposed to do now? i was going to use the mistletoe to confess,” he grumbled, looking down on his lap.

oblivious to sirius sitting up straighter on his bed, looking like he’s seen a ghost in the door left opened by james. remus following his boyfriend’s lead and seeing you standing in the middle of the entryway, your hands full of christmas decorations and some of the “mistletoes” james left in the common room.

james, bless his heart, still unaware of the heavy silence in the room—continued to moan about his ruined plan. “i was gonna give her the best damned kiss under the mistletoe and then when i’m looking into her eyes, i’ll say i like her and ask her to be my girlfriend. she’ll say she likes me back, of course, because it is just that good and then we’ll kiss again, and then everyone will just fade into the background and then we’ll have a son—“

by now peter has also noticed your presence, gestured for you to be quiet. the three of the marauders looking at each other and grinning

remus spoke first, “just tell her you like her then, it doesn’t have to be an elaborate plan.”

“and give her the most basic confession ever?” he scoffs, “i don’t think so.”

sirius held back a smirk itching to show on his face, “why bother jamie boy? it’s just a confession.”

“just a confession? it’s the start of our relationship! it’s going the story to tell to our kids and grandkids!” face turning red from frustration. “it’s gonna be the basis on how we start our relationship and you’re telling me it’s just a confession?!”

peter, his head on his hand, looking at james amused. “who are we talking about again?”

“y/n! we’re talking about y/n and how i like her and how i probably botched my chance to confess before the year ends, again, and having another year of unrequited pining again—“

“james?”

he freeze, feeling the blood in his veins stop, hearing your soft voice, the prettiest voice he had ever heard — he claimed before. and now even with a blurry vision, can see his friends looking at him all smug and goofy. and then he turns ever slowly, catching your figure standing in his dorm, looking as pretty as ever.

“y/n,” he muttered, “how much did you hear?”

you bit your lip to stop your smile from growing and failing, “not much.”

he was about to smile in relief, and probably deny and deny and never go back to hogwarts but then you spoke again,

“if we are going to have a son, what names do you think is nice?”

he plants his face on his pillow, face flashing red as he groans, “this is so embarrassing,”

you stepped closer, feeling your heart beat faster and fingers hot from embarrassment, but you pushed through. thinking this time is as good as any.

“do you like me?” you whispered once you were close enough to his bed, “james?”

he raises his head a little to see your gaze, his glasses sliding from his hair to his nose perfectly.

“no!”

you raise your eyebrows in shock, “no?”

he sits up properly now, shaking his head frantically, “i mean yes, i like you but,”

“but?” tilting your had slightly in question, and james hate how cute you look in this moment while he’s probably a raging mess.

“you weren’t supposed to find out this way,” he murmured, an embarrassed pout on his pink lips. “it was supposed to be spectacular.”

you sat down on his bed, hand dangerously close to his, “i like this version too.”

“really?”

“yes,” you whispered, the smile on your face now out for him to marvel at.

soon his smile mirrored yours. looking nothing but a bunch of fools sheepishly grinning at each other.

both of you almost forgot the audience in the room if not for the whistle remus gave that captured both of your attention. he was holding his wand, while the other two wolfishly grinned at the two of you, gesturing to look up.

you follow their instructions and saw green grapes with a fern, floating above your heads. you bit your lip to stop your laugh. you make a mental note to bring an actual mistletoe once you come back from the holidays.

you hear james clear his throat, looking to see his flushed cheeks and an almost hopeful glint in his eyes. adjusting in his seat and a small dimpled smile on his pretty face.

“should we?” he whispers, “it is a christmas tradition you know, no matter how sleazy.”

“i mean if we have to,” you sigh tired and irritated but the flushing smile on your face betrays you.

you wanted to point out it wasn’t a mistletoe so you really didn’t have to kiss, just to tease him a little longer. but his soft lips slowly melting unto yours, you decided to make an exception.

james grabs the back of your neck in hopes to deepen the kiss even more, as hoots and cheers starts bellowing in the room.

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kermitkrqb · 9 months

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Rope || Draco Malfoy x reader

A/N: I’m alive! ALSO, this is like the first time I’m writing smut so bear with me 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼.

What to expect: Female reader, Slytherin!reader (but not so heavily enforced), friends with benefits (hinted affection towards reader), bondage, dominant Draco, slight jealousy, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT OK?!), oral (fem-receiving), p in v, praise, alcohol and partying, this is not their first time together.

Minors DNI, if you ignore this warning that’s on you 🤨

“How drunk would you have to be to let someone tie you up in bed?”

The question emit a laugh from my lips as I took another sip of fire whiskey, “Oh Pansy, you sweet soul…I’d be stone cold sober!” The brunette in front of me choked on her drink, clearly not expecting my response. “Y/n, you bad, bad, girl! That is scandalous!” She teased. The dim lighting and blaring music of the Slytherin common room surrounded us. Pansy and I had a fair amount of alcohol in our systems as we all celebrated the start of the school term. I gasped in faux offence, clutching a hand to my chest, “What? You asked! There’s nothing wrong with a little bit of rope…”, Pansy simply shook her head at my antics before I gave her a sly grin, “or silk. Depending on your preferences of course!” We burst into laughter before downing another shot of fire whiskey. My face scrunched up slightly as I felt the familiar burn in the back of my throat. Looking at the empty shot glasses in front of us, the fellow Slytherin stood up, “I’ll go get us some more drinks.” I simply nodded my head and watched the short haired girl disappear into the crowd. I was left alone on the couch before I felt a pair of eyes watching me.

I have a feeling I know who it is, and yet I look up anyway. My eyes meet the familiar piercing gaze of none other than Draco Malfoy. Where do I even begin to describe him? Sarcastic, witty, a bit of an asshole sometimes…but, he seems decent enough, especially when he’s making me scream his name. He’s already smirking by the time we make eye contact although, it widens when he notices me looking back at him. I don’t back down, my eyes never leave his piercing gaze, even when he’s practically eye fucking me. He saunters over, and I swallow slightly trying to remain my composure. Whatever happens after this, I blame the fire whiskey. I raise an eyebrow, “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company…?” His voice is low as he comes closer, entering my personal space. I can smell the expensive cologne he’s wearing, it invades my senses and reminds me of our previous endeavours. His hand brushes a stray hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear, and lingering for a moment. “You know what I’m here for.”

I simply smirked at the blonde, “I do… but what makes you think I’ll entertain you tonight?” Draco let out a deep chuckle, his hand now caressing my chin whilst his thumb grazed over my lips gently, “I’ll make it worth your time.”, he leaned in even closer to whisper into my ear, “Now I wanna know…do you prefer rope or silk?” My breath hitches, and before I can come up with a response, Pansy comes back and places the tray of drinks at our table. Her green eyes narrowed playfully at the sight of Draco, “Stop thinking with your dick, and leave her alone Draco. You’re interrupting our girl time.” The tall boy chuckled, “Hello to you too Pansy,” he turned towards me once more and leaned in to whisper into my ear, “I’ll come visit later.” With one more piercing gaze he walked away leaving Pansy and I alone. The brunette turned to me with a knowing look, “Don’t tell me he wants to hookup again. It’s been…how many times these past few months?” I took a sip from my drink as I thought about it, my eyebrows furrowing slightly, “I actually don’t know…”, my face broke out in a grin, “It’s probably double digits by now!” We both burst out in laughter.

Soon enough the party had begun to die down, and I had to drag Pansy upstairs to tuck her into bed. The things I do for this girl. I look back to check on her once more before I leave her room and head towards mine. After my encounter with Draco earlier on, he didn’t approach me again. Perhaps he forgot? I took my heels off carrying them in my hands as my feet were incredibly sore from dancing. Arriving at my room, I muttered my password and walk in. My hands felt for the light switch and I flick it on, my eyes land on the tall blonde sitting on my bed. He has that same familiar smirk on his face, “Enjoy your girl time?” I walk over to my vanity and begin to remove my jewellery, I watch in the mirror as he makes his way over to me. My hands begin to unclasp my necklace, “I really did, we caught up and practically danced our asses off tonight.” Draco had positioned himself behind me and helped in unclasping my necklace, he places it on my vanity table and his hand makes its way back to my shoulder. He started to trail light kisses on my neck just below my ear, my eyes flutter shut at the sensation. He whispers, “I saw. I saw you on the dance floor…moving those hips with Zabini.” My eyebrows raise in amusement, “You know he’s just a friend…”

Draco’s large hand travels to the front of my neck and underneath my chin. He tilts my head towards him and my eyes open to meet his gaze. His voice is low, “The same way I’m just a friend…?” I turn around to properly face him, and he moves closer putting his hands on my waist, “Draco…you know it’s different. Are you…are you jealous?” A small smile made its way onto his face, “Maybe, but lets not talk about Zabini any longer.” I roll my eyes, “But you’re the one who- mmph.” He interrupts me with a kiss and it feels like he’s devouring me whole. He pulls away once we begin to run out of air and goes back to trailing kisses on my neck. This time he’s rough, his mouth is sucking my skin in through his teeth leaving purposeful marks. I’ll probably have to wear a scarf this week. He finds the sweet spot on my neck, just below my ear and begins to suck, eliciting small sighs from my mouth. We slowly make our way over to my bed, and next thing I know, I’m pinned underneath him. My hips roll against his and I can feel his desire. My hands tug on his collar bringing him closer to me as I kiss him. His hands are needy and rough as they move from my waist to my chest kneading my breasts, “Draco…” His hips buck at the sound his name, pressing his bulge further against me to get the most friction possible.

His hand finds its way to the zipper on my dress, “Can I take this off?” Flustered, I can only nod. He’s careful as he undresses me and his hungry eyes never leave my body. His pupils dilate as my bare body is exposed, “Have you- Have you been like this all night? Wearing nothing underneath your dress.” I bite my lip, failing to hide my smirk, “Yes…” He lets out a groan, my thighs squeezing together subconsciously, “Fuck Y/n. You’re going to be the death of me.” The blonde tilts his head looking down at me with a smirk, “You never answered my question earlier,” he leaned in closer, “do you prefer rope or silk?” My breathing is shallow at this point, my chest heaving. Draco looks at me expectantly, “Well?” I can barely utter the words, “Rope. I prefer rope.” He leans in to kiss me once more before pulling away again, “That can be arranged…”, he points his wand towards me and mutters, “Incarcerous.”

My wrists are bound together above my head firmly with rope, leaving me at his mercy. Draco pulls away to remove his own clothes, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. His pace is slow and purposeful in teasing me, and it makes me want to break free and rip his clothes off. But, for tonight, I’ll be good. His shirt slides off revealing his toned physique, and his hands begin to work on unbuckling his pants. I watch as he pulls his trousers and boxers down, his confined length springing up against his stomach leaking pre-cum. The sight of it makes me whine in need, “Draco please.” The tall boy looks down at me, “Patience love…or you won’t get what you want.” My mouth shuts abruptly and he smirks at the sight. He stalks closer and positions his body between my legs, his length sliding up deliberately against my core. The friction was delicious, his hips rolled against mine as he left hot open-mouthed kisses on my body. My back arches into his touch as his rough hand kneaded one of my breasts and as he kisses the other.

A moan leaves my lips as he takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks harshly. Draco continues to trail kisses down my body leaving no part of my skin untouched, and soon he reaches the top of my mound. He stares at my arousal, “Is this all for me, dear?” I look down at him, his head situated between my thighs. The sight of him unleashes something within me and I can barely think straight, “Always.”Like a starved man he laps his tongue against my slit burying his face into me. My head pushes back into my mattress as my hips grind against his face, “Fuuuck.” His nose nudges against my clit, and he decides to bring his mouth further up my core sucking my clit into his mouth. Tears stream down my face at the pleasure, and by now I’m pretty sure my mascara is running. Draco eases a finger into me, curling it the way I like it. I meet his gaze from between my legs as he thrusts a finger inside of me, and he adds a second one as I clench beneath him. My eyes screw shut as he throws his attention towards my clit once more, his mouth is absolutely devouring me as he laps up my arousal. “Look at me”, my eyes fly open to meet his devilish gaze, “you’ll take a third finger for me, yeah?”

Through my teary vision, I nod. He slides a third finger into my core, his fingers thrusting deeply and purposeful, “Good girl.” I can feel the familiar waves of pleasure approaching, and before I can orgasm, he stops. At the loss of contact I whine, “Draco-” He cuts me off, “Soon.” The blonde rises up from between my thighs and positions himself against me once more. His large hands grip onto my hips as he lines his length up against me. Draco eases it in slowly, letting me accomodate to his length before he’s fully buried inside of me. He pulls out until only the tip is still in, and slams back inside, setting a rough and unforgiving pace. A groan of pleasure leaves his lips and I find myself clenching at the sound. His hands leave my hips and places each of my legs over his shoulders, fucking into me even deeper. A pornographic moan leaves my lips as his thrusts become harsh. Draco’s blue eyes look down at me hazed with lust, “Look at you… so good for me tied up like this.” I can only moan in response, watching as his length slid into me repeatedly. My gasps became more frequent as I felt my orgasm quickly approaching once more, “Draco, I’m about to- please.”

His hand reached down to where we were connected, his thumb began rubbing harsh circles around my clit further coaxing my pleasure, “Come for me sweetheart.” My body tenses up beneath him as my core clenches around his length squeezing him tightly. Draco’s thrusts remain consistent as he helps me ride through the waves of pleasure, although, towards the end his hips start to stutter as his own orgasm approached. “Where can I-” I interrupt, “Inside. Come inside. I’m on the potion.” His thrusts became more urgent as the pleasure built up, and soon enough he released his load into me filling me up. Draco pulls out releasing my legs from his shoulders and watching as our mixed arousal leaks out of me. He leans forward to untie the rope binding my wrists, kissing them gently as he did so. My heart flutters at the gentle action which was so different to when we were having sex a mere moment ago. We cleaned up before he noticed me staring at him and gave my temple another kiss before pulling me into his arms, “You did so good for me tonight darling, how was it?”

I buried my face into his neck. “Perfect. Maybe you should eavesdrop more often, hm?” I teased. That earned a small chuckle from the tall boy, “Maybe I should but, I certainly didn’t hear you complaining.” I could feel my face turning red as I further buried my face against his neck, “Shut up.” Draco howled in laughter before settling down again, a sly grin on his face, “Make me.” Sleep became a foreign concept that night.

A/N: Can you tell I hate the word ‘pussy’? 💀💀

#kermitkrqb #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy smut #hogwarts #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #slytherin #hp fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

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louloulemons-posts · 8 months

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Sand and Suncream

Eddie Munson X Reader

Summary : Reader, Eddie and their friends have a beach day.

Word count : 1.1k

Warnings : FLUFF, not proofread, petnames, reader calls him Teddy, swears, hating on summer lmao, play fighting, the sea

A/N : this is for all of my fellow summer sufferers, who can’t wait for the cold to come back! Also i’ve head cannoned eddie as a november baby, he gives off big scorpio vibes!

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It had reached the cooler part of summer, the early autumn breeze blowing in. The trees were turning from green to brown, but there was still a beautiful warmth.

You and Eddie weren’t people who loved the warm, if anything you suffered through it. Eddies thick locks making his head melt and your want for winter making you almost miserable.

Of course your friends thought you were crazy. Just to get them off your backs you had decided to go to the beach with them. It wasn’t too hot, and there were some clouds to save you from the scorching sun.

“Why did we agree to this again?” Eddie asked, clad in a black tank top and shorts.

“I was going to say it’s because we love our friends, but honestly I don’t know at this point.”

Eddie pulled into the parking lot by the beach, next to Steve. Robin waved wildly, also wearing shorts, but a blue crop top on her upper half. “You made it!” she smiled, hugging you as you walked over.

“Of course we did, we were scared you’d kill us if not,” Eddie explained.

“Come on Munson, it’s just the beach,” an eye roll from Harrington.

“It’s just the beach,” he mocked Steve’s voice, “I’m a November baby.”

“Come on! I wanna go in the sea, come with me?” Robin asked you.

Nodding, you grabbed your beach bag, setting it down once you’d found the perfect place. Sliding off your own shorts, you spoke to Robin, “Have you got suncream on?”

“Mhm. Forced Dingus over there to put some on too.”

“What is it with boys and suncream?” you asked. “Honestly!”

“We’re right here you know?” Steve spoke, hands on hips. “Yeah, suncream is gross, makes you all sticky and yuck,” Eddie shivered.

You kissed his cheek, “I’d rather you be sticky and yuck than be burned and get skin cancer. Now let me get your hair out of your face.”

Pulling a hair tie off your wrist you knelt behind Eddie, pulling all of his curls into a loose bun, that sat just above his neck. “Thank you,” he said, pecking your nose.

“That’s enough Lovebirds, let’s go in the sea!” Robin grabbed you hand and dragged you down to the water. She sprinted ahead, falling in and soaking herself, because of course she did.

“Oh my god, it’s so cold,” she whined, you could only laugh at her. Making your way in slowly so you could get used to the temperature, you sighed.

It was so nice, compared to the hot sand, the icy water was beautiful. Robin swamp deeper into the water, you following behind happily, hoping to cool off some more

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You’d decided to have lunch on the beach, having packed come sandwiches, fruit and other little things that you could pick on. Oh and of course, Uncle Wayne’s famous Sweet tea.

Leaning your head on Eddie, you sipped your drink humming in delight. “I really need Wayne to give me the recipe. I just want it all the time!” you exclaimed.

“If anyone could persuade him on giving it up, it’d be you,” Eddie kissed the top of your head, picking up a sandwich.

“We all need more suncream on in a minute,” Robin spoke. The two boys groaned. “Don’t be babies,” you said to them.

Once lunch was finished, you had to tackle Eddie. Sat on his lower back with his chest on the floor, you smeared suncream everywhere.

He’d taken off his vest and you had explained, people like him and Steve who had loads of freckles and beauty marks caught the sun more. Eddie more so, as his arms, chest and torso were littered in tattoos. “Let me look after you, you little shit!”

When you and Eddie first started dating you noticed the freckles that appeared on him when he’d been in the sun, and his rich chocolate curls, lightened, golden streaks throughout.

“Roll over,” you said, lifting yourself off him. In all honestly he could have easily got you off of him, but he did love you caring for him. Melted his heart.

“Face now,” you spoke and he whined, “Teddy come on, sooner I put it on the sooner it’ll dry.”

“Fine,” he pouted. You leaned down to kiss it away.

Steve and Robin weren’t being as sweet, the girl grabbing him by the legs and forcing him to have the cream on. She almost scalped him at one point.

“Close your eyes Teds,” you said softly, rubbing the cream into his face and neck gently. “All done pretty boy. Now can you help me?”

“Sure Sweetheart.” She took the bottle from your hands and started to rub it in to your shoulder and neck, whilst you did your legs and arms. “Want me to do your face?”

“Mm, please.” He was just as careful as you, never wanting to hurt you. Covering your face in a layer of the cream he smiled, kissing you. “All done.”

“Come in the water with me? It’s nice and cool.” You offered your hand to him, which he took without hesitation. The pair of you wandering down to the water leaving a squabbling Steve and Robin on the towels.

With linked fingers you and Eddie entered the ocean, he sighed in relief. “Okay you were right, this is nice.”

“Did you, Edward Munson, say I was right?” you teased. “I take it back.”

“Too late, you’ve inflated my ego now.”

“Didn’t know it could go up anymore.”

“Rude!” you splashed at him.

“Oh you’re in for it now.” He sent water flying your way, making you squeal at the cold. He grabbed for you, “No no! Teddy please!” you begged.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he lifted you up. “Please!” He laughed at that, placing you down gently, keeping his arms around you. Back to his chest, the waves hit lightly against your tummy.

Resting his head on your shoulder, Eddie kissed your neck. Humming in contentment. “This is nice.”

“It is isn’t it?”

“Mhm, still can’t wait for Halloween though.”

“Me neither, and then theres your birthday!”

“Oh god.”

“It’ll be fun! We don’t have to do anything extravagant, we’ll do whatever you want?”

“What if we went away for a few days, just me and you?”

“Like a holiday?” he hummed a yes. “If that’s what you want. It’ll be nice to steal you away for a few days.”

“Want me all to yourself?” he cocked a brow. “Oh you know it babe,” leaning back you kissed the underside of his jaw.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Teddy.”

That’s when you knew, maybe summer days weren’t all that bad.

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A/N : i have realised i haven’t made many summer-y fics and i saw this fanart by @yamonotto (on twitter) and another by @chloerchain and knew i needed to write something!

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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buzzyb33 · 5 months

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Oh, well.

Prompt: Harry and Y/n meet online, after deciding or meet up in north London, a couple weeks later they meet each other again a couple weeks later under extremely different circumstances.

Warnings: swearing,

I just got back from meeting a boy, something I didn’t usually do, but I’d been talking to Harry as I met him online for a while now and we just met up.

Harry was a YouTuber, part of a big YouTube group with the money and looks to get him through life like a breeze.

I had a pretty decent job too, I was a photographer who travelled around Europe to take photos of models and scenery which got me a decent amount of money, so having a gorgeously decorated 2 bedroom apartment in London was perfect for me.

I streamed on twitch sometimes and had a small audience which I mainly did for fun.

I grin as I lock my door as squeal as that was one of my first ‘dates’ in years.

I smile and flop down on my bed.

A couple hours later as I’m cleaning my house I get a call from my younger brother, Tommy who was seventeen, eight years younger than me.

“Hello?” I say as my music turns off in my AirPods replaced by the phone call.

“Y/n! I- dad has a new girlfriend!” He announces with obvious pride in his voice.

“And how do you know that?” I respond as I keep washing up.

“Right- he’s been on his phone a lot more than normal, he’s been leaving around 9-11 every Thursday and he left in a suit today, he came back at 11 and there was lipstick on his collar, and he’s just been happier.” He says in a nonchalant tone.

Our mother died years ago- seven to be exact.

“Right- okay- sure Tommy, let him tell us in his own time- don’t push him.” I say as I start washing my hands.

“Yeah- right, bye n/n.” He says as the line cuts dead.

A couple weeks later, where me and Harry are getting more serious with more dates (and a couple make out sessions) my dad invites me other for dinner hesitantly saying he has a girlfriend- confirming Tommys suspicions.

As I arrive to the other side of London and see my dad and brother they both hug me as my dad clears his throat: “y/n- I as I’ve said in our group thingy- I have a- I’m seeing another woman, I have been for around 6 months now.. and- she’s coming round, Y/n, she has a son your age, a daughter two years younger and another son who isn’t coming- so look presentable- please.” He finishes with a clap of his hands and a pointed look in Tommy’s direction.

He scoffs and goes upstairs.

Today I was wearing a dark green button up crop top, black cargos, a belt, some jewellery, basic makeup and had my long black hair down.

Man hour later, when my dad was almost finished with making the spaghetti bolognaise there’s a knock at that door which Tommy runs to answer.

A couple seconds later, an older woman, who was pretty for her age walks in, followed by a young girl- early twenties and a boy- he looks up and as we lock eyes my jaw drops, his eyes widen and I gulp.

Harry.

What the fuck?

My face heats up as I fake a smile and introduce myself to them.

I get to Harry and shake his hand, which lingers for a bit too long as we look into each others eyes.

“I’m- Y/n..” I say to him and he nods.

“I’m, uh, Harry.” He says back.

We sit at that table with him directly opposite me, my dad to my left.

Around ten minutes later, when I’m just spinning my spaghetti on a fork my dad taps my shoulder.

“Why don’t you get to know Harry? You’re the same age-“ he starts but I cut in. “Dad were not twel-“ he cuts me off. “No! I insist! Go show him around the area! Let me talk to Tricia- Rosie is with Tom- go!” He says and shoos us off.

I frown as I bend down to tie my laces, feeling Harry’s eyes on me.

I look up at him and stand back up, leaving the house.

“This is- awkward.” He says as we get a little away from my house.

I nod and scratch my head.

“What now? Do- we.. keep.. seeing-“ he stops me.

“Only if you want to- I don’t want any tension- between us- or our parents.” He says.

I look up at him and smile.

“I- like you.. a lot I- don’t want to stop seeing you..” I say hesitantly as he smiles.

“I like you a lot too.. I want us to keep being a thing.. but- uhm- I don’t think we can- tell our parents..” he says and I nod.

I smile and take his hand.

We hold hands as we walk.

I lean closer to him as we walk around the area in silence.

When we arrived back we let go of each others hands and sit on the main sofa, Rosie and Tommy were in his room playing Minecraft and our parents were laughing over wine in the kitchen.

I smile at Harry.

“It’s like my friends when we were little- I think you’re going to be staying tonight.” I giggle slightly.

He laughs back.

“I can say I’m going home- so can you- we can still.. stay together.” He suggests with a smile.

After we left, we got McDonald’s and made out in the parking lot while laughing.

Sneaking around our parents won’t be as easy.

A/n: I like this one!

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ecoamerica · 23 days

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throneofsapphics · 8 months

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first time

first time.

poly!Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: Y/n’s first time with Rowan and Aelin.

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: nsfw, pure smut, light d/s dynamics, mention of blood, third mate trope

Aelin grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the bedroom. As soon as we’d entered, she gently pressed me up against the door, her body melting into mine. Her hands roamed over my shoulders, down my arms, all the way to the tips of my fingers, before tracing up my ribs. I didn’t know what to do, didn’t know where to put my hands, or anything. So, I gently slid them up her body, skirting around her breasts, and letting them loop around her neck. She’d keened into me slightly - good, I did something right.

“Calm down love.” She whispered, “no need to be nervous.”

“Easy for you to say.” I mumbled, as she placed a kiss to the corner of my mouth, and then the other side, before capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. Her hand tilted my chin, placing my head at the perfect angle for her. It was soothing, comforting, and sweet. I found my body relaxing slightly, myself easing into her. My arms tugged her a bit closer, and she chuckled. Her hands gripped my waist, and turned me around, walking me back until the back of my knees hit the mattress. She grinned at me, just before her arms looped under my thighs, and I squealed as she threw me on the bed. Right into the middle. She laughed and crawled after me. I spotted Rowan in the corner of the room, standing next to the door with his arms crossed, but a faint hint of amusement showed on that stony face.

Aelin pouted. “Look at me,” and her fingers gripped my jaw, yanking so I’d look at her. Her eyes had darkened slightly, with lust. “Better.” She praised, and I felt my cheeks pink. She did too, because her fingers drifted over it, over the now pink skin, “I love this.”

I almost blanched at that word. Love. But before I could freak out, Aelin kept talking. “Tonight is about you, do you understand?”

I swallowed, but nodded. “Yes.”

“Using your words, look at you - learning already.” She crooned, one hand roughly grabbing my breast, squeezing. I moaned, my body arching up into her, craving her, wanting to be as close as possible. I reached up for her, but her other hand grabbed my wrists, pinning them up above my head. “Can you keep them there, or will I have to tie them to the headboard?”

“I’ll keep them there.” I breathed, feeling myself get wetter and wetter with each new thing she said.

“How good.” I heard Rowan from the side. He was teasing. “I wonder how long that will last.”

I looked back and forth between him and Aelin. “Rowan.” She said, her voice a warning, but I saw that glint in her eyes.

“I think you’re being too gentle.” Rowan kept going. Gentle? Yes, but she’d thrown me on the bed and squeezed harshly. He must’ve seen the expression on my face, because he laughed. A wicked laugh, before he climbed on the bed. His hand held my throat, squeezing ever so slightly - showing he could cut my air off if he wanted, without magic. He squeezed tighter, until I whimpered. His voice lowered, “I’ll ask you one more time. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Rowan, don’t scare her.” Aelin clicked her tongue, but her fingers pinched my nipple, through my top, and twisted - making me yelp and look at her. “Look at him.” She ordered, and I did.

His eyes were intense. That green a promise of pain and pleasure. I felt captivated, mesmerized by him. “Are you sure?” He repeated himself, upset about having to - based on the small squeeze he gave my throat.

“Yes. I’m sure.” I said, maybe a bit more confident as I feel.

“Good.” He answered, my hand moving to scratch at my chest, a nervous habit.

Rowan moves as soon as my hand shifts, one of his hands snatching both of mine and pulling them up, above my head, stretching out my body. “I believe she told you to keep them above your head, are you not capable of listening?” His voice is low, almost a growl, and he speaks right in my ears. Aelin, in the meantime, has straddled my lap, her fingers running up and down my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“I’m sure it was an accident, wasn’t it petal?” Petal. The mating bond liked that, I could almost see another small golden thread stretching out and sparkling. My body arches into her, my hips undulating to try and get closer to her, to get some relief. I whine slightly when her hand presses my stomach down, pinning me to the bed. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?” She presses a kiss to the hollow of my collarbone, her teeth dragging over it, dragging down my body, right to the valley of my breasts, pulling my top down so she can access the skin.

She looked up at me through her lashes the entire time and fuck that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Rowan’s hand pulled my head towards him. It did two things, gave Aelin access to my neck, and let him crash his lips against mine. Aelin’s teeth dragged down the column of my neck, as Rowan’s lips consumed mine. His teeth tugged at my bottom lip, biting enough to draw blood, before his tongue ran over them, cleaning up. He licked across the seam of my lips, and I opened to let him in, tasting my blood on his tongue. A smaller, but still calloused hand tugged my head back, and they switched.

I felt so, so close - and I was still fully dressed, still had all of my clothes on.

I watched Aelin kissing Y/N, and was surprised I didn’t feel any jealousy. I hadn’t the last few days, or even since she came into our lives, but I still thought maybe part of me should feel that way. Aelin pulled up for air, her breathing heavier.

“Why do we still have clothes on?” Y/N demanded, wiggling slightly where my hand still gripped her wrists, and Aelin pinned her hips down.

Aelin climbed off, and let me drag Y/N, so she sat on the edge of the bed, and I stood in between her legs. I slowly pulled her tunic off, marveling at every bare inch of skin revealed, my fingers tracing her skin as I went. Aelin’s hands undid her band, her breasts left bare. I sent a gentle icy wind to her, just enough to brush against her nipples. Aelin countered it with a gentle flame - not one to burn, just to send a gentle flicker of heat. She threw her head back and moaned.

“So sensitive.” I tutted, and she tugged at my top, pulling it up over my head. Aelin, behind her, was already naked, and fisted her hair, twisting her head around to kiss her. I made quick work taking both of our pants off, and leaving the three of us naked. All exposed to each other. My hands gripped her sides, thumbs brushing over her breasts. A whimper, right into Aelin’s eager mouth. I’m going to enjoy seeing all of the sounds I can wring out of her.

Once she was completely bare, I knelt in front of her - in between her legs, and spread her thighs, both of my hands pushing her legs as far apart as they could go.

They each made me finish. Twice. Before Rowan even moved to enter me. They wouldn’t let me touch them, or please them either. Kept saying it’s about me, and that there would be plenty of time for that. Only after a whole lot of begging did Aelin let me taste her.

“Please, Aelin.” I begged. I writhed under her fingers as she leant over me.

“One more.” And she pinched my clit. Pinched it, and I came hard enough to see stars.

She kept her word, and moved us so I could kneel between her legs, her back propped up on pillows. As it happened, she told me exactly what to do to make her feel good. And when words started to fail her, Rowan was there - whispering in my ear. A little harder, slide one finger in, curl. He knew exactly what to do, exactly how to make Aelin come undone - and I was eager to learn.

“Are you ready?” Aelin breathed, kissing my shoulder. Rowan didn’t speak, but his expression asked the same question.

“Gods, yes!” I exclaimed. Rowan’s hand shot to my throat, not squeezing, but gripping lightly.

“Watch your attitude,” He said, with a gleam I didn’t quite recognize.

“Please fuck me.” I breathed, looking back and forth between both of them. Aelin knelt behind me, supporting me alternated between gentle and brutal kisses on my neck and shoulders. Rowan had been between my thighs, doing about the same.

One finger shoved into me, knuckle deep. I whined at the sudden intrusion. “Breathe.” Aelin whispered in my ear. I listened, but my eyes didn’t leave Rowan, not as his finger slowly retreated, before pushing back in. He carefully watched every one of my reactions as he added another, and then a third, stretching me. Preparing me for him, I realized. I must’ve looked nervous as he lined up, because Aelin’s lips captured mine in a kiss, and I felt him slowly inch in.

Gods it hurts. It fucking hurt. I whimpered, a slight tear dripping from the corner of my eye. Rowan’s thumb brushed it away. Green eyes met mine as he lifted it to his mouth, licking the tear off of his finger, and I could see him trembling with restraint, trying to be as gentle as possible. He’s holding himself back. Those strange Fae instincts didn’t like that. They, I, want my mates completely unleashed. All of him, and all of her.

“Why are you holding back?” I demanded.

“Why are you holding back?” My little defiant mate said right to Rowan, who’s eyes narrowed as he spoke to me,

Should we?

Yes.

He pulled out, almost completely, before gripping her thighs tightly and slamming back into her. Her scream. Pain, one of pain. The pleasure hadn’t hit yet.

“You can take it.” Rowan growled, his hand circling around her neck, as he pulled back out slowly, before thrusting in just as hard.

Another whimper, her eyes widened as she met his.

Aelin’s fingers prodded at my mouth, pushing inside. “Suck.” She ordered, and I did. Right as Rowan pushed back in again. I fought to swallow down that pain, to wait for the pleasure to kick in, but mother above I’d never been stretched so far. She pulled her fingers out, and went right for the apex of my thighs.

“Aelin.” I moaned, as she hit that same sensitive, overstimulated area. Rowan moved faster, quicker, and I felt my magic tingle to the surface. “So good,” she purred in my ear, “you’re taking him so well petal.”

Faster than I could process, Rowan had pulled out, and flipped me. He grasped around my waist, and pulled me so my back hit his chest, and my thighs spread across his knees. Without another word, he pushed me onto him. All the way down in one thrust.

“Rowan.” His name came out as a mixture between a moan and a whimper.

“Good girl,” His lips brushed over the shell of my ear. “Taking me so well.” A hand grasped my chin, and I felt Aelin’s fingers circling my clit, just as her lips crashed against mine. I was caged in between both of them, and it was pure ecstasy.

He felt Y/N’s head dropping back against his shoulder,

“Please,” She moaned, “please.”

“Use your words,” he ordered. But such nice manners out of her. Maybe Aelin could learn something.

“Please can I come?” She could barely get the words out,

He pushed her forward so she’d brace her hands on Aelin’s shoulders, “come for us,” Aelin whispered in her ear, brushing hair out of her face. Y/N screamed his name, and Aelin’s, as they both worked together to bring her over the edge.

I felt Rowan’s canines scraping one side of my neck, and Aelin’s on the other. How did they do it? I have no idea, but they both bit down, right as I reached the edge, and they sent me over.

Without thinking too clearly about it, I finished inside of Y/N. Aelin didn’t notice immediately, her fire coming out to play with Y/n’s magic, swirling around together like two sides of a coin. The gentle soothing night, and raging flames. Icy wind mixed in with them, swirling together in harmony.

I’ll get a rag. Or several. Keep her distracted.

I kissed the crown of Y/N’s head, and then her forehead, and her cheeks, to the corner of her mouth, before placing a soft and gentle one on her lips. She let out a small noise of content, completely exhausted. I stroked her hair, murmuring sweet things to her as I held her in my arms.

Safe, and content. That’s how I felt, wrapped in Aelin’s arms, her hands stroking my hair, lips kissing my skin.

“I’m going to clean you up.” I heard Rowan say. “Then a bath.”

I hummed my agreement, hoping he wouldn’t tell me to use my words right now because I wasn’t entirely certain I could. “Don’t look.” Aelin whispered as I opened my eyes, her fingers tilting my chin up to see her instead. I tried anyway, but her grip was unyielding. Right. Bleeding on my first time. She gave a soft grin as my eyes widened in understanding, and her canines nipped at my nose. I laughed, poking at her cheek in reply. Her hand snatched up and caught it, before she pressed a kiss to the tip.

“Are you two done?” Rowan sounded amused. He ducked as both a small ball of fire shot right for his head, followed by a wave of night. “Bath.” He ordered, looking at me.

“Do I smell?” I huffed, and started pushing myself up.

“Like us.” I could hear Aelin’s wink, “but you’ll be sore, the bath might help with that,” she continued.

“Sore?” I questioned, but in the same moment I tried to stand, just to realize my legs were too shaky, and gave out under me. Rowan caught me with a laugh, like he’d been waiting for that to happen. Smug male pride spread across his face. “You’re insufferable.” I told him. Another grin. He knows, and doesn’t give a damn.

“Let’s go.” Aelin said, and I yelped as she scooped me up, taking me right to their bathroom, before I could argue.

“I can walk.”

“And I can carry you.” She snarled back. Fussy.

Let her fuss. Rowan’s voice popped into my mind, surprising me. Right, mating bond. I told you, she’s twice as bad as me.

And he was right. Aelin climbed in the bath with me, gently washed every inch clean - even if she seemed a bit reluctant to do so. Her fingers dug into my skull, and I relaxed into her, my back leaning against her chest. I might have fallen asleep at some point.

Aelin. He spoke to her, moving to get her attention.

What. She snapped, focused on scrubbing the shampoo into Y/n’s hair. Like she’d been for the past five minutes.

She fell asleep, love.

Her hands paused, and she peered over to look at our mates face. Oh. Aelin spit off some orders of things for him to grab, and gently woke Y/n back up, finally finishing the longest damn bath he’d ever seen. Aelin can call him a fussy buzzard all she likes, but at the end of the day she’s twice as bad. Maybe even worse with their mate than with him. He doesn’t mind her … fussiness … but he also wouldn’t mind if someone else got to bear the brunt of it for a while.

#throne of glass smut #throne of glass fic #throne of glass x reader #an old draft #poly!rowaelin x reader #poly!rowaelin x y/n #aelin x reader #rowaelin x reader #rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan whitethorn x y/n #aelin galathynius x y/n #aelin galathynius x reader #poly!rowaelin #rowaelin x y/n

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dd-is-my-guiltypleasure · 2 months

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Everyone’s gone UFO crazy. Maybe The X-Files should come back

Chrissy Iley

MARCH 2, 2024

Starring in a poignant new film adapted from his own novel, David Duchovny reveals the heartache of almost losing his daughter... and why his most famous show could yet return

No wonder David Duchovny has written, directed and stars in his latest movie Bucky F***ing Dent... it’s based on his own bestselling 2016 novel of the same name. Poignant and funny, it examines a father-son relationship via baseball, with X-Files star David playing Marty the dad, who’s dying of lung cancer, and Logan Marshall-Green from Spider-Man: Homecoming as his estranged son Ted.

The real Bucky Dent went down in history for scoring an unlikely home run for the New York Yankees in a 1978 tie-breaker against arch rivals the Boston Red Sox, and the film’s title is how generations of Boston fans have referred to him ever since, a metaphor for heartbreak. Set in that same year, the film follows struggling writer Ted as he moves back into his childhood home when he hears his father is dying, prompting a whirlwind of dark revelations from the past. Meanwhile, Boston fan Marty’s health dips whenever his beloved Red Sox lose, so New York fan Ted orchestrates the illusion of a Boston winning streak...

Marty has transferred his feelings for an old flame (the secret love of his life, not his wife) to the Red Sox. ‘The intensity of fandom has always puzzled me,’ says David. ‘It has to be a kind of sublimation. My father and I liked playing baseball; my best childhood memory is playing it with him and enjoying the simple communication you can have through a game, but we didn’t share the fandom thing.

‘Marty’s transposed his feelings for this woman to the Red Sox, and the movie is really about the idea of losing. In America there’s a sick addiction to winning and winners, but most of us have to lose every day. Suffering makes us human - it unites us all.’

There’s a moment in the film when Marty is talking about a chest infection that almost killed Ted as a child. Marty says he begged God or whoever to take his lungs instead and let Ted live. ‘One thing I’ve never told anyone is that when my daughter was nine months old she got really ill,’ reveals David. ‘Her mother [actress Tea Leoni] and I had to face the fact we might lose her and I remember feeling so devastated, I didn’t think I could love anything again if she died.’

His daughter West, now 24, has since become a successful actress who seems to have inherited her mother’s stunning blonde looks and her father’s charisma. ‘I think she has a greater passion for acting than either of her parents ever did,’ he says. They also have a son Kyd, 21, and David says the hardest moment of his life was telling them he and Tea were divorcing ten years ago, as his own parents had done when he was 12. ‘It was far worse telling them than actually experiencing it. When you’re a child you just try to get through it, you don’t feel responsible. As a parent I felt at least 50 per cent responsible.’

Tall and thin with good skin and an easy charm, David seems untouched by the ageing process, although this role is a huge shift from the Lotharios he usually plays, such as bed-hopping writer Hank in comedy-drama series Californication. Does getting older bother him? ‘Of course, and as an actor you have to think of the different roles you’ll be offered. When I was writing this script I was thinking I’d play Ted, the son. We tried to make it four or five years ago and I was still going to play Ted, but then when it came to doing it I realised it just wouldn’t work, so I thought I’d play Marty. And that was exciting because it was very different.’

Californication won two Emmys and a Golden Globe, but was notorious for its portrayal of LA’s seedier side. Does he think it could be made now? ‘Certainly they would insist on intimacy coaches, but I don’t think it would be made now, for the wrong reasons. There was a misunderstanding about what it was about. It was meant to be funny, and it was meant to be about family and love. But what everybody got excited about was not that,’ he says, referring to the furore over the sex scenes. ‘In my mind the show was misperceived.’

Another of David’s roles that would spark a row today was a transgender FBI agent in Twin Peaks in the early 90s, when almost no transgender women were on TV. Again it was groundbreaking. ‘But if you’re playing a murderer no one asks you, “Have you murdered people?”’ he says. ‘It was just being an actor.’

David is, of course, best known for The X-Files, in which he played UFO-obsessed FBI agent Mulder opposite Gillian Anderson’s sceptical Scully. The series finally bowed out in 2018 after 11 series, but could there ever be another? ‘Maybe - it might even be more current now,’ he says, referring to the recent release of top-secret UFO files in the US. ‘I’m not personally interested in UFOs so it doesn’t make it more exciting for me to revisit The X-Files. It was a role I played but I wasn’t passionate about the subject. Maybe I’m the only one who isn’t.’

There was a brouhaha at the time about the huge pay discrepancy between David and Gillian, and I wonder if it would be difficult for him to work with her again. ‘As far as I know, by the end there was no difference at all between us, but Hollywood salaries are very weird,’ he says. ‘I’m going to London soon and I’ll see Gillian because she lives there now. I saw her in the West End doing All About Eve and I enjoyed it. She wished me luck with Bucky too.’

In recent years David has explored his passion for music, releasing a couple of folk-rock albums. So does he see himself as an actor, a director or a musician? ‘All of them, I’m an artist,’ he says. ‘I can filter stuff through a song, a novel, a performance or through directing. There are all kinds of ways of being an artist. I write best about dramatic things. There’s a way to deal with suffering to create art.’

Bucky F***ing Dent, Glasgow Film Festival, Wednesday. Visit glasgowfilm.org

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Surf and Turf

Summary: After getting both groups acquainted with each other, it's time to return to apparently not-so-missing isle...

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mutant!TigerShark!Reader

[AU Masterlist] Arc 2: [Part 1] This is Part 2

Warning(s): Not much for this one, maybe keep you eyes peeled for strong language? It's a pretty tame chapter tbh

Note(s): We got another one for arc 2! There aren't as many interactions with our main three in this chapter, but that's cuz there's some other dialogue and exposition i wanted to get in there first. display some other relationships and whatnot. i hope you enjoy nonetheless :3

Word Count: a bit more than 1.4k

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit!

Both you and Sienna made your way back up to the surface, climbing back onto The Blue Delilah.

While the two of you were underwater, Wanda and Natasha had incapacitated the last two “attackers” and managed to tie them up.

It really wasn’t a fair fight with Wanda there…

The squelch of your wet boots alerted both of them that you made it back onto the boat.

Noticing Sienna behind you, Wanda and Natasha were both ready to get back into it, but you stopped them before they could.

-----

You hold your hands out in a placating manner, “Alright alright, hold on just a sec! everybody can chill the fuck out”

Natasha raises a brow before lowering the gun in her hand. “Hearing that from you? Forgive me for my surprise but,” her gaze goes from you to the rather unwelcoming woman next to you. “Negotiating has never really been your thing, Jaws.”

Wanda nods along, moving all the assailants’ weapons to the opposite end of the boat out of reach. “I have to agree.”

A small sigh pushed past your lips, “Fortunately, I didn’t have to negotiate much at all,” you rested a hand on Sienna’s shoulder. “Natasha, Wanda, I’d like for you to meet Sienna; she’s my older sister.”

Both Wanda and Natasha were struck silent by this new information. Cuz how to you really respond to that?

Sienna kept her arms crossed as she stepped forward, “We can talk more when we arrive on Enoka.”

Your eyes widened as you finally had time to connect the rest of the dots and understand the implications of Sienna even being alive. “You mean Enoka is?-”

A bit of a warmer expression started to break through Sienna’s features as she addressed you. “Not without change, but she is alive and well, yes.”

---

You’d went back to steering The Blue Delilah while Sienna untied the other “attackers” that Natasha and Wanda had put out of commission.

The three of you found out that they were members of Sienna’s guard that patrolled the waters surrounding Enoka with her.

The six guardsmen, three men and three women, had warily introduced themselves at Sienna's insistence.

They largely kept to themselves as they were a group of few words... at least around the strangers they were keeping the company of, of which no one could really blame them. They saw no issue in having Sienna speak for them.

Sienna had mentioned that there were pirates that got a little too close to Enoka's jurisdiction lately, and the locals were particularly antsy at the number of potential incidents in the past few months.

Sienna had to up the number of patrols they went out on during the day due to this.

While you, Natasha and Wanda had no real idea who these "pirates" could be, independent or affiliated, there were plenty of desperate people coming out of the woodwork for answers and solutions in a post-Ultron world.

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While the three of you were getting the full explanation from Sienna and her guard, it was unfortunate that they’d essentially cut their patrol off early to bring you back to Enoka. If Sienna and her guardsmen had continued their patrol, they more than likely would have come across the smaller boat tailing The Blue Delilah from a good distance away…

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The sun was starting to set when you saw the first bit of land; vibrant greens mixed with stone surfaces and accompanied by beaches surrounding the edges. It was like the familiarity of it was fitting together long lost pieces to the abandoned puzzle of memories you had.

“It’s just been here all this time and I didn’t even know…”

Sienna came to stand next to you, “But you did know, Y/n. Your connection to Enoka was never severed, that’s evident in you knowing exactly where she rests. You’d know if the island was truly gone. Eth lyon equsont' Y veah ys hyw ti okot uy' os goln ot ocem ckab su."

You rubbed the back of your neck, unsure how to give a full enough answer. “I was a bit preoccupied…to say the fuckin’ least anyways.”

Sienna merely eyed you for a second, giving you another once over now that she was closer. "Esod sith veah githanny ot od whit eth wot ahnum mewno tath uyo bugorth whit uyo? Uyor necst 's citapullryra tenetccandor no eth hedraed."

You clear your throat suddenly at the abrupt mention of Wanda and Natasha. both of whom were more than alert while keeping an eye on your other "guests" by the back end of the boat. "Somewhat. I mean, it's more than a little complicated, but they've both helped me. A ton. And their Names are Natasha and Wanda...... Natasha 's eth ostyn hedraed tath alos spaneph ot eb 'm niirfrgeld, sersit."

You glanced toward the end of the main deck where you caught Natasha's eye. Once Natasha noticed your attention was on her, she turned her head to face you. She wasn't the closest one to you at the moment, so it wasn't out of place for her to keep an eye and ear out for you.

Natasha raised an inquiring brow at your continued staring before you sent her a sharp smirk with a wink. You kept your body half turned in her direction before focusing back on the conversation you were having with Sienna.

Sienna observed the small interaction silently before she looked away from you and out onto the water, taking a second to think before speaking up again. “Sey, lewl, Enoka 's chum mesrall athn uyo ghimt bremeerm foeber eth ofdol." She let out a sigh before she turned and put her hand on your shoulder to get your attention. “Let me steer this thing so I can take you to the entrance.”

“The entrance?”

“I told you Enoka was not was not without change after all these years.”

Once Sienna took the wheel, the yacht was guided halfway around the island where a larger summit was seen. Formed into the bottom of the smaller mountain was a cave covered by the growing foliage. The Blue Delilah was steered into it before the engine was shut off.

“Your boat managed to fit in here, but you all will need to walk the rest of the way to the entrance by foot.”

Natasha was still on the cautious side, seeing as only one of the strangers here seemed somewhat trustworthy. “How far is that exactly?”

Sienna spoke up at the front of the group, “Not egregiously so. Many choose to just swim back and forth, but seeing as the two of you are merely human, walking is about the only option for you. We should arrive within the hour.”

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As all ten of you left The Blue Delilah, you all made your way through the cave as it became a progressively tighter space to walk through side by side.

You decided to get a few answers while on your way; multitasking and all that.

After a while of walking, you came to what looked to be a dead end.

-----

Sienna, still in front of the group, waved her hand over the empty space, revealing ripple in the space that started to resemble a portal.

“This gate will lead into Enoka. You will have to enter one at a time since you’ll be unidentified in the passageway. It needs to analyze your signatures separately.”

You sent a reassuring look to Wanda while you squeezed Natasha’s hand. They were both still very cautious surrounding this entire situation. For you there was this inexplicable amount of trust you had. Whether it be from the nostalgia and anticipation of seeing your where you grew up or genuinely not sensing any danger, you couldn’t differentiate.

First went Sienna, then three of her guards, then you, Natasha, Wanda, and then the other three guards.

---

On the other side was beauty.

The landscape was, in fact, very different from how you loosely remembered it, but the view was one in a million all its own.

Half of the inhabited environs were above water; cabins, huts, and the like were strewn about and the summits surrounding them all had bridges connecting overhead.

The other half of the Island was also visible, but it was underwater.

Underwater, but not abandoned.

The were homes and buildings that were brand new shining from under the surface.

A good amount of them were made out of ruins that were apparently repurposed after the flood, but most of them were completely new and sleek.

In a way, it was like you'd never left...

Just like your connection with the hidden isle was never broken, so to was it's connection to you.

This was Enoka, your homeland.

** footnote: I wanted to use a completely different script for the Enokan language being spoken, but I couldn’t find a way to import it so that it was shown, so instead I made a simple code using typoglycemia (aka just unscramble the letters of each word). To make it so that it didn’t look as clunky, I sometimes replaced (i) with (y). Some words that end with vowels may have an apostrophe that takes the place of the vowel. Apostrophes can also be found at the beginning of words with vowels for fluidity’s sake. I didn’t think swears should be scrambled cuz that just *looks* off to me. The point of these changes is to have this resemble a spoken language more than it is a blatant tactic to confuse you.

Here's a word unscrambler in case you need it

#jaws au #jaws: arc 2 #marvel #marvel fanfiction #black widow #natasha romanoff #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #mutant!reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x yn #jc inkworks #ink.nat #ib-jc.

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bitterpotionn · 6 months

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Okay pookie. I’m absolutely beaming with adoration for these Johnny pregnancy and fatherhood posts. However, I also saw you wanted to start writing for Bo. I would like to combine these idea because I believe Bo would step up and be a better dad than Johnny. I think he was raised to have a bit more respect for women ( despite his basement d: ) but I’d like to see what you think!

First, thank you so much for all the support on the Johnny content it means the world. Second, I do think it's long overdue for some Bo content.

Bo compared to Johnny would be a lot better of a father. As we all know, Bo had a pretty bad childhood and I think he would want to break the cycle of abuse. At least for his kid.

Bo isn't the perfect guy, obviously, I do think he still has his violent tendencies but it's never directed toward your daughter.

Unlike Johnny, Bo wouldn't be intimidated by spending time with her. He would always make sure he was present and around when he could be.

Bo would have still his bad moments with you but he made sure his daughter wasn’t around.

Bo wouldn't necessarily settle down, he would still kill but he would keep it far away from her.

Like you said, despite his basement, Bo was raised with traditional Southern values. So he is much more of a family man when need be.

You getting pregnant was most likely an accident. Bo wouldn't really want kids at first. You ending up pregnant was just the push he needed to actually consider it. I do think Bo might try to get you pregnant to further tie you down, just like Johnny, but he would be more prepared for the actual parenting side.

The house was quiet. It was nearing 9pm and you hadn't seen Bo for most of the day. He was a man who liked to stick to a schedule, he was normally up early and went off to do work around the town. You didn't mind, it kept him busy.

He'd stop by for lunch sometimes and eat with you. Though, most of the time he was too busy to. You never knew what he got up to around the town, you assumed it was a lot of work maintaining a ghost town. You spent most of your days cleaning, reading and taking care of your daughter.

At this point, you'd been in Ambrose for well over three years. You were just an unlucky person to stumble upon the wax town and Bo liked you enough to keep you around. Not too long after your arrival, you fell pregnant. You never knew if it was intentional or not. You didn't bother to ask him. At first, you were devasted, you couldn't imagine raising a child in a town like this, with the man who essentially kidnaped you. However, once she was here, you couldn't be happier. She brought life into this desolate town.

She was only around two years old. Your mind constantly wondered about her future. What about school? Or a social life? Or- no. You couldn't think about it too much without it making you sick. You took it day by day, that's how you got through this long.

You sat down next to your daughter at her mini-drawing table. It was an old plastic yellow square table that Bo brought home one day. With matching red, blue, green and purple chairs. Of course, you couldn't sit comfortably in the tiny chairs so you opted to sit next to her while she sat in the blue chair, her favorite color.

She quietly scribbled on a coloring book page. Crayons, markers and colored pencils were laid out in front of her. You were coloring a page too. She was a quiet kid, she was easy. Her personality mirrored more like Vincent's than Bo's. You were thankful for the small favors, the last thing you wanted was to deal with a hyper kid in a quiet town like this.

You heard the familiar roar of Bo's truck as he neared the house. You couldn't help but feel excited. Over these last years, you've come to really cherish him. At first, you wanted nothing to do with him and you were angry he took you away from your life but now he's all you wanted. You didn't know if it was just the result of his years-long manipulation or some form of stockholm syndrome. Either way, you didn't care.

Bo's loud steps came up the stairs of the house, you heard him fumble with the front door before it creaked open. Bo stepped in and gave you a smile. He looked tired.

Your daughter turned toward the door and let out a small squeal as she ran toward him, barreling right into him with a loud thud as she wrapped her arms around his legs. He let out a warm chuckle as he scooped her up into his arms. "There's my sweet girl," his southern drawl cut through his words like a knife. He kicked the door closed and approached you as you stood up from your seated position on the floor.

He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss before turning his attention to the table. "Were you drawin' today?" he asked her picking up one of her scribbled masterpieces. She only responded with a giggle as she smiled brightly at him. Despite everything, Bo was kind to her, he was good. One of your biggest fears was how he would be as a father and honestly he shocked you. He was patient (more patient than he ever was with you) and he was eager to spend time with her.

He never missed anything she did, you recalled a time when she was just beginning to walk and you called down to the gas station to tell Bo. He was at the house in a matter of minutes, cheering her on as she stumbled through her first steps.

You never knew much about Bo's childhood but from what you have gathered, it wasn't ideal. You knew that Bo didn't want to continue the cycle. You were thankful for that.

"Y'all are up late," he said glancing over at you. "I didn't want her to go to bed without her daddy tucking her in," you responded, wrapping an arm around Bo as you leaned against his shoulder. "Ah, sorry bout' that, been real busy lately," He kissed your cheek before heading up to her room.

Bo creaked open the door to the small bedroom they had set up her their daughter. Most of the stuff was either stolen or second-hand. You did your best to make it cozy and you were quite proud of your work. Bo leaned down and placed her in her bed. He kneeled beside her and kissed her head, smiling. She was quick to fall asleep with the comfort of her father near.

Bo quietly inched to the door, grabbing your hand as you both walked out of the room. Once the door was closed Bo grinned widely and turned to you. "Missed ya today, doll," his arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into the bedroom.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #bo sinclair fluff #slasher x reader #bitterpotionnheadcanons #bo sinclair x you #house of wax 2005

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niallsgoldhoop · 1 month

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small talk

niall horan one shot seven thousand words cw - sexual content, harsh language, spitting, spanking, name calling

The lighting inside of this place is dim, but not dim enough that I can’t still make out the slight tan line from where my wedding ring used to sit.

Calloused fingers with tan skin, the thin sliver on my ring finger where my ring used to sit taunts me of what I miss more than anything in this world.

I dropped the kids off a few hours ago and my heart hurts knowing that I’m going to be without their sweet laughs and giggles for the next three days, making my weekend longer than it should have ever been in the first place.

Amber liquid sits in the glass tumbler in front of me, the same drink that she used to order, one that still tastes like her if I close my eyes and think about it hard enough. I try not to let my thoughts wander, knowing that she’s the last person I want to even start to think of.

With the sleeves of my cream colored shirt rolled up, I trace the pattern of the stitched design with my fingertips. I remember how dumb that my comments were when Rigby bought me this shirt, how I went on and on about how something could cost this much, making a complete ass out of myself in the moment.

Now I wear it when I want to remember her the most.

As I think about her, I curse myself and down the rest of my glass before holding my fingers in the air, signaling that I need another round to take my mind off of everything it doesn’t need to be on.

She wasn’t here.

Rigby wasn’t here.

I sigh as the waitress drops off another drink to my seat at the bar, leaving me with a wink that makes my stomach curl. Bringing the old fashioned up to my lips, I let my eyes scan across the bar and study the people that mill about inside.

You’ve got women out with their friends, men dressed up in suits looking for a release at the end of the work day, guys out just to watch the game, and then there’s me…

A guy looking to forget the brunette with green eyes that stole his heart inside of a pub almost a decade ago.

Rigby and I.

Fuck if were the match of a lifetime.

Shaking my head, I try to clear my head of the way she always looked in the mornings — her least favorite time of day.

Even after Rory and Finn were born, Rigby hated mornings and even our children took after her. So there I was, stuck with three cranky children every morning.

Rory and Finn were cranky until they got chocolate chips on their waffles while Rigby was cranky up until the first ‘I Love You’ came from my lips, nothing a kiss in our pantry couldn’t solve.

Unable to control my thoughts I lift the glass to my lips and tilt it towards the ceiling, letting the rest of it glide down my throat and wash down the memories of yesterday's past.

When I place the glass back on the bartop, I hear the bell to the entrance open and my eyes can’t help but look at who the newest occupant is.

My eyes zero in on a pair of emerald green heels, straps wrapped around delicate ankles that tie into a perfect bow. Following the flawless skin of the longest legs I’d ever laid eyes on, my eyes take in every detail about the black dress that ends just at the knee but with a slit that rides all the way up to the upper part of their thigh.

If their legs weren’t catching my attention for the first time tonight, the perfect tease of cleavage hidden behind the sinfully low neckline would do the trick.

Shifting on the barstool, my cock twitches in my pants when the blonde turns around and shows off her perfect ass.

My god.

In a last ditch effort to make sure I didn’t look like a fucking psychopath, I pull out my phone.

A smile spreads across my face to see both of my little hellions on the screen. Rory was standing in front of me with her little hot pink soccer jersey and holding her new first place trophy while Finn was wearing his own little green soccer jersey, crying and reaching for his sister's trophy because he wasn’t interested in the one he already had in his own hand.

Rory’s pigtails were crooked because even after five years I still couldn’t get them straight, not that she ever let me forget saying ‘mommy could do them right’.

I know, kid.

I know she could.

Closing my eyes, I try not to think about her.

Again.

“Is this seat taken?” A feminine voice makes me snap open my eyes, looking to my left to see the vivacious blonde standing next to me with her gaze on the open barstool next to me. “If not, that's okay.”

If I thought she looked incredible from across the room, I surely wasn’t prepared for how she would look standing right next to me.

“No, no. Go ahead.”

The smell of her perfume lingers as she sits in the chair, crossing one leg over the other and exposing even more of her thigh that makes me feel like I can’t focus on anything else.

Bad Niall.

“God, this place is busy.” Her voice is smooth and rich, much like the drink I wish I hadn’t already had. “Can I get a margarita on the rocks please?”

I watch as she captivates the bartender, his eyes veering very, very far from her face as she orders and for once — I can’t blame him because my eyes are already there too.

Quickly regaining any sense of decency left in my body, I subconsciously rub my left ring finger, still feeling as empty as I always do without it.

“Long day?”

Turning to face the blonde woman, a half smile stretches across my face as I run my hand through my hair, thinking back to this morning.

One with two grumpy children, neither of which could be consoled by a handful of chocolate chips.

Rory wanted to wear her Rapunzel dress to school, which was impossible considering they were going on a field trip to a farm. Even after I kneeled in front of her and explained it, she still threw herself on the tile floor and cried.

I swear she cried harder than I did when she walked away from me and into the door of her kindergarten class on the first day of school.

Then we have Finn.

While Rory was crying over her inability to be able to annihilate her dress from Disney World that my parents bought her in Paris when we visited, Finn was crying over how many green fruit loops were in his cereal bowl.

Apparently today he all of a sudden hates the color green. Even after I picked all the green ones out, he still wouldn’t stop crying, claiming the whole bowl was contaminated.

By the time I got both of my children loaded in the car — Rory in her Rapunzel dress and Finn with a stomach full of Lucky Charms — I was an hour late to The Bunk Off.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Her eyes linger on mine while I speak, making me almost forget that my children were absolute heathens. “Long day for you too?”

She blows out a breath, followed by a light laugh as she breaks her gaze from me to thank the bartender for the drink he put down in front of her. “Oh, always. You try working in an office of men who constantly act like the world owes them something and tell me you don't leave working needing some kind of release.”

No, don’t even think about it.

Bad, bad Niall.

While I told myself I would just have a couple drinks and head back home to an empty house, I find myself ordering another drink and shifting in my seat so my body leans into the woman just the slightest bit.

Curious, I raise my brow in her direction. “What do you do?”

“Divorce lawyer.” I don’t miss the way her lips turn up into a smile at her own answer. “I spend my entire day with men who want to act like children which means I pay an astronomical amount of money to drink at a hotel bar. But it works out in my favor because I always take advantage of the spa the next day.”

Now that she’s closer to me, I can smell her perfume. It’s nothing too heavy, but a light fruity scent that could draw anyone in.

“I could see how that would guarantee the need for drinks on a Friday night. You have my utmost praise for dealing with man-children all day.” A soft laugh falls from my lips and mixes with her own as she rolls her eyes, making my mind think about whether she rolls her eyes in other situations as well. “Cheers to men who don’t act like children.��

My glass hovers in the air as she eyes it intensely, so much so that I’m about to set my glass back on the bartop before she clinks them together, taking a long drink out of hers through the skinny straw that’s been provided.

“Reese.” Thrusting her hand out in front of me, I study it with a careful eye.

Taking her hand gently in my own, I make note of the softness of her skin — a feeling that I haven't felt in what feels like forever. “Niall.”

Devoid of an engagement ring or a wedding ring, I let out a quick breath.

Definitely don’t want to go down that road again.

Imagine being so close to your own climax when the woman underneath you tells you that she’s married.

“So, Niall.. What brings you here alone? Surely you’ve got to be married or at least dating someone?” Looking at me over her glass, I can practically see the gears turning in this woman’s head. “If not, then I'm sorry for assuming.”

“No, no.” Liquor coats my tongue as I search for the right answer. “No girlfriend and uh, no wife.”

The feeling of the words coming off of my tongue makes me feel slightly nauseated, like I’d rather chop my own tongue off than have to say them again.

Reese doesn’t respond, she just nods before averting her gaze away from me.

At this angle, I can make out the gentle slope of her nose as well as her high cheekbones. Pair that with the elegant way her neck seems to curve down into her shoulders and you’ve got an incredible sight for sore eyes.

“So tell me, what do you do? You know what I do, so what does the quietest man in this bar do?”

Running my hand through my hair, I watch her eyes move to my bicep as her tongue runs along her bottom lip. I haven’t forgotten about the way my pants are fitting tighter as she shifts in her seat, the slightest change in the way she’s crossing her legs in her chair and it stirs something deep inside me.

“Well, I own a pub.”

Cocking her head to the side, I can’t help but laugh. “If you own your own place then why are you here — drinking?”

Shifting in her seat, I try not to let it show the moment her foot makes contact with my calf.

“I’ll let you in on a secret..” Taking a deep breath and blocking any outside thoughts from

my brain, I lean over and let my lips brush against her ear. “I don’t like to mix business with pleasure, you know? It can make for a very, very messy cleanup.”

I know I’m not imagining it when I hear the way her breath catches in her chest or the way I see her fingers flex on the glass of her drink, clearly I’m not the only one aroused in this conversation.

“How messy exactly?” With her glass to her lips I watch as she swallows down the last of her drink, willing myself not to come undone when her tongue glides alone her bottom lip to make sure she tastes every last drop of the liquor. “Actually, just say nothing. I think I can picture it.”

What is happening right now?

“Excuse me, can I get my check?” My breath catches in my throat as she places her hand on my thigh while she leans forward to signal the bartender. “You can add his to my tab.”

“No, no— you don’t have to do that! Here.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my wallet and grab my card and all but throw it at the bartender who could care less. “I’m not about to let you do that.”

Besides, I haven’t paid for another woman’s drinks in years.

I guess now is as good a time as ever to start.

While the man runs my card, I turn to find her already looking at me with a look that I can’t run and hide from, not with her stare on me.

In my entire existence, I think the only other time that I’ve felt time drag on as long as it is waiting for this man to bring me back my card resulted in the birth of my two children.

But as I sit here, time drags on so slowly I think it’s been at least a year when the man hands me the receipt and pen.

Signing my name down at the bottom, I stand from my stool at the same time my new companion abandons hers. Looking at me from over her shoulder, I can’t stop the way my eyes trail down her body — thinking what I’m going to do when I’m alone with her.

We walk in silence to the elevator but the energy between us is buzzing, like a live power line that’s been knocked down by a powerful storm.

Stepping in behind her, I lick my lips as she peers up at me with a familiar mischievous glint to her emerald eyes. Turning and pressing her ass into me, my hands immediately grip her waist and pull her into me as my lips fall to her neck.

“Where to, Niall?”

A low laugh falls from my lips as I let the lust that’s been fueling my body for the last hour and half take over as I bite down on her earlobe.

“Straight up to your room.”

Bringing my attention to her neck, I nip and suck at her smooth skin and smile into my actions when I hear a whimper fall from her lips as her hands clutch mine along her waist. “Fuck, touch me. Please.

“You want me to touch you in this elevator, baby?” My words are hot on her skin yet goosebumps race across the surface as one of my hands slide from her waist to the apex of her thighs and slips under her dress. “What floor are you on?”

She doesn't answer me as she tips her head back onto my shoulder, the blonde hair smelling faintly of pear shampoo. “I’m on the twenty third floor.”

“Think I can get you off that fast? Hmm?” Smirking against her skin, my finger runs along the drenched material that covers her center. “I need you to answer me or I’m not going to touch you at all.”

“Yes, but anybody can get on this elevator though!” I can sense the panic in her voice as I slip the material to the side and run my finger through her.

I moan out at how wet she is for me. “Guess I better be quick then.”

Without waiting for a response, I thrust my middle finger into her at the same time my other hand finds her pebbled nipple through her dress and brings it between my thumb and pointer finger which makes her throw her head back with a loud moan.

“Gonna take my fingers here in this elevator? Didn’t know you were so easy.” Adding another finger to her pleasure, I make sure to put extra pressure on her clit as I work the area quicker while continuing my assault on her neck.

Her hand grips my wrist as we both stare at the numbers climbing on the elevator wall. “Me either, fuck. Niall!”

“Come on, do my fingers feel that good? Already feel your tight cunt clenching around them. All you have to do is let go, relax. If you want it, you can have it.” Husky and low, my own voice is mixed with a moan when she reaches behind her and grips me through my pants. “You wanna touch my cock, is that it?”

“Yes.”

Her breathless moans finally reach their peak when we pass the nineteenth floor as she comes all over my fingers, silently moaning out into the air of this elevator before letting her body relax back into mine to catch her breath.

While I may be having sex with a women in a hotel, I’ve not forgotten my manners as I kiss the side of her neck and run my hand up and down her waist before the elevator door opens and we walk out onto her floor.

“I’m in, um, fuck.. Room 2334.”

Silently we make our way around the corner and I don’t dare take my eyes off her ass as it sways from side to side in her black dress, the way her long legs look make me imagine them wrapped around my waist which is exactly where I intend to have them in the next five minutes.

The card beeps once it’s been waved in front of the automatic lock, swinging open to reveal a large room with floor to ceiling windows and a massive king sized bed in the middle.

In my moment of weakness for the skyline of Boston, two delicate hands push against my chest and make my back slam against the door. “Cat got your tongue?”

Lips meet mine at an urgent speed, immediately parting my own and letting me taste the liquor that still lies on her tongue. I moan into the kiss when I feel those same hands leave my chest behind to fall to my waistline, undoing my pants and pulling them down just far enough that my aching cock springs up against my stomach.

“Look at you. You were so quick to comment how wet I was as you fucked me with your fingers on the elevator, but look at you..” My mouth hangs open as she strokes me with determination, her thumb coming out to swipe at the precome leaking from my swollen tip. “You’re so hard for me and I’ve barely touched you, Ni.”

I can feel her leave open mouthed kisses along my neck as she stops to bite along the skin every so often, making me thrust up into her hand at a slow pace.

Not enough that I’m going to come undone, but enough that the friction is driving me crazy.

“Shit, I didn’t know the woman I was meeting tonight was such a tease.” There’s a hint of sarcasm to my voice, but mostly it’s just driven by lust as I look into her eyes just seconds before she lowers herself to her knees in front of me.

“No small talk, it just gets in the way.”

Those are her final words before she takes me into her heavenly warm and wet mouth, her tongue flattening underneath my heavy cock as she sucks and bobs her head at a dangerous pace.

The back of my head hits the door as pleasure shoots through every single nerve fiber in my body, from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes I can feel myself getting burned by the fire.

“Baby, fuck.” Tangling my fingers into the blonde hair, I choke on my own moan when she pulls off of me only to flick her tongue on the most sensitive part of me. “If you don’t stop I'm going to come, fuck. Rigby.”

The name falls from my lips at the same time that my eyes snap open and the motion between my legs stops two seconds before the woman between my legs laughs.

“Seriously Niall? Again?” Standing up from her place on the floor, Rigby looks at me with her bright green eyes full of humor. “Are you going to forget whatever name I pick every time we do this?”

I reach forward with both hands and pull her to me as my lips find hers in a messy and passionate kiss, making sure that the very convincing blonde wig she’s managed to put on comes off, letting her brunette hair fall free around us.

“To be fair, I doubt you want to hear me moan out another woman’s name while your pussy milks me for everything that I have. Am I wrong?” Reaching my hand to her side, I pull on the tiny zipper and groan as the fabric falls to the floor. “Also, I can only act for so long. You own me, clover. Don’t like acting like I’m not married to the finest woman I’ve ever fucking seen.”

Standing in front of me now is the same woman I fell in love with all those years ago.

Only now, she’s got a couple more tattoos and her body is even curvier.

I didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on by Rigby, but watching her carry and give birth to our children?

Watching her tell me it wasn’t the end of the world that Rory got a Rapunzel dress muddy — saying we owned a washing machine for a reason?

Watching her tell Finn that when the color green hurts her feelings she eats Lucky Charms — the cereal daddy always brings her to cheer her up?

Yeah.

I’m never not turned on by my wife.

“Okay, you’ve proved your point.” Rigby sounds breathless as I lean down to kiss her again, taking my kiss from her lips and down her neck and making sure to suck a dark bruise just below where the collar of her work blouses sit. “I love you, fuck.”

Gently nipping at her sensitive nipple, my hands wrap around her waist to flip her backwards and press her ass against my throbbing cock as I walk us forward as I leave kisses against her temple.

The view of Boston spreads out in front of us as we stop in front of the window. “I love you too, clover. Now let me show you.”

Wrapping an arm around her collarbone, her back curves into my chest as I push her forward and her body presses into the cool window eliciting a gasp from the temperature change against her hot skin.

Finding her swollen clit like it’s my home, my fingers work like they’ve never had another job in their life while I bring her nipple between my pointer finger and my thumb again while I pinch hard enough that she moans and I feel her body shiver in my arms.

Over the years, Rigby and I have explored our sex lives more than we ever thought possible.

Both of us are kinky as hell, which works in both of our favor.

Tonight wasn’t the first time we met in a bar and acted like we didn’t know each other, and it sure as hell won’t be the last time either.

The same goes for being able to read each other’s bodies like a well worn book. I know that as soon as I apply almost enough pressure for it to be painful to her nipple and thrust two fingers into her, that she’ll come on the spot.

So that’s what I do.

“Good girl, that’s my baby.” Kissing the back of her neck, I hug her body into mine as her legs tremble from trying to hold herself up. “You look so beautiful when you come for me, so fucking beautiful. You know that, right?”

Turning in my arms, I kiss her and walk backwards to the bed and turn us at the last second and lay her down on the million thread count sheets. “Mmhmm, you tell me all the time, charms.”

“Good, don’t you forget it either.” Shedding the rest of my clothes, my eyes meet hers.

I kiss her gently and rest my palms on the mattress to hold my body above hers while I slide down, taking her nipple in my mouth and teasing her until she squirms underneath me. “Want to taste you again, Niall. Please.”

Hearing the most powerful woman on the planet beg for me?

Am I supposed to say no to that?

“Here.” Laying down on the bed, she raises one eyebrow in my direction. “You sit on my face and let me fuck you with my tongue while you fuck me with your mouth, yeah?”

As eager as ever, Rigby throws her legs over my torso and faces the foot of the bed while she shuffles backwards until her perfect wet, pink pussy rests right above my mouth.

Running my hands up her thighs, I take a greedy handful of her ass in each palm before pulling her down to sit on my face while moaning out at the feeling of her taking my cock all the way into the back of her throat.

She tastes like the only thing I want for the rest of my life as I flatten my tongue and run it through her, using the tip of the strong muscle to flick against her clit which makes her whimper against my cock and the vibrations from that have me leaking into her mouth at a rapid rate.

While I feast on her, she uses her hand to wrap around me and twist while she brings her mouth up and down on me in a perfect combination that she knows will have me coming down her throat if she keeps it up.

Not to be outdone, I bring one hand off her ass and bring it down hard enough to make her jerk on top of me at the same time I bring her clit into my

mouth, sucking harshly and nibbling the spot with my teeth and with one final spank, she comes again for me at the same time she brings me to my own demise, swallowing everything as she tries to ride out her own orgasm.

“Rigby, fuck.” Out of breath, she rolls next to me on the bed before kissing me, letting her tongue meet mine so we can taste each other. “My perfect wife.”

I cradle her chin in my hand as I look at her while my other hand reaches to tuck a strand of her sweaty hair behind her ear.

All these years she’s been there for me.

When Harry and I opened another pub, she was there for me. Crunching the numbers and offering her advice all along the way.

When I had to quit playing recreational soccer because I broke my leg? She was there. Taking me to therapy and forcing me to do the exercises even when I didn't want to, making me better.

When I cried the day my little girl walked into kindergarten like she didn’t need her daddy anymore? She was there to remind me that I got to scare away every boy who came into her life for the rest of eternity.

As she smiles at me right now, it’s full of bliss and it’s lazy.

She’s been just as busy as I have been over the years.

Carrying both of our children through high risk pregnancies, not to mention coming out a survivor through two miscarriages that broke both of us to the core.

Rigby was now an owner of Byrne & Klein, owned by her and June. They bought out the men, making them one of the top women owned and ran accounting firms on the East Coast.

My brilliant, brilliant lover.

Not to mention, we both coached the kids soccer team and although I was calm and collected.. Rigby found her way back out into the parking lot more often than not for using one too many colorful words one too many times.

“My perfect, Ni.” Finding my lips with hers, she starts a lazy, passionate kiss.

It doesn’t take long for it to become needy, it never does.

Throwing one leg over me, I cup Rigby’s perfect tits in my hand with a rough squeeze when she rocks her center against me. “You still hard for me, baby?”

“I’m always hard for you, what do you mean?” I laugh into her kiss for only a second before I tip my head back at the feeling of her clit rubbing against the sensitive ridge of my cock. “You gonna fuck me, clover mama?”

“Always.” I watch in awe as she positions me at her entrance and sinks down on me in one motion, not being able to decide if I want my eyes on her face, tits, or where we are connected. “Ah, fuck. You fill me up so fucking good, always full when you are inside me. Fucking me. Loving me.”

Placing my hands on her waist I match her rhythm as I fuck into her, my rough movements making her tits bounce with so much force I’ve decided I’m never looking away from them as I lean up to nip her with my teeth a couple of times.

“I need more, Niall. I need it.”

Her wish is my command as I pull her down flush with my chest and slam my hips up into her as she cries out into my chest at the pressure, giving her exactly what she needs.

“Are you going to come again for me? Let yourself go all over my cock?” My own voice is strained as I try to hold myself together, knowing that she’s about to be so pissed at me. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

Hair sticks to her forehead and her body is covered in a sheen of sweat as I feel her start to contract around me, squeezing me so good that I have no choice but to pull out before I let go before I’m ready.

“Are you fucking joking me?” Red cheeks match the animosity in her gaze as I roll us over, bending down to suck her clit in my mouth for a few seconds which has her screaming out before I pull back and sit on my heels, pumping my cock slowly in my hand as I look down at her gorgeous body. “Fuck you, asshole. I was so close.”

“No, I’m not joking.” Slapping the side of her thigh, I gesture towards the bed with my chin. “Get on your hands and knees.”

“No.” If there’s one thing about Rigby, it’s that she’s going to be a brat. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Reaching up, I grip her jaw harshly but soft enough that I know I won't hurt her. “I said get on your hands and knees for me, slut.”

A moan comes from deep in her throat and I smirk as the fire I love so much blazes in her eyes. “Or what? You gonna punish me, daddy?”

Strengthening my grip enough to keep her mouth open, I lean over her and spit directly onto her tongue, watching as her eyes roll back into her head before she swallows.

“Is that what you want? For me to punish you? For me to fuck you so hard you can’t see straight, hmm?” I know my words have the desired effect when Rigbys breath hitches in her chest and she nods a moment before breathing out a yes.

Tilting my head down, I let a low chuckle fall from my lips before I lean back over her and instead of gripping her jaw — I drop my hand to her neck, putting pressure in the places she needs it to get a proper, safe head rush.

“I said, get on your hands and knees..” Biting her bottom lip, I pull it back roughly and when I see a small drop of crimson, I flick my tongue across the spot to collect it. “Right the fuck now.”

Finally rolling onto her stomach, I pull her hips up as my palm runs down the middle of her back to push her face down into the mattress before taking her hands, clasping them together and holding them behind her back.

With my other hand I smooth it over the porcelain skin of her ass before cracking my palm against it, making her cry out. “What’s our rule, hmm?”

“I, it’s— Ah!”

Bringing my palm down in the same place, I watch as the skin turns slightly pink from the impact.

“Rigby, I asked you a question.” Trading which of my hands hold hers, I repeat my actions on her other ass cheek, watching her jolt and moan beneath me. “I expect you to answer me.”

“If I want to act like a brat..” A moan falls from her lips as I slide two fingers inside of her, moaning myself at how fucking wet she is. “Then I get treated like a brat.”

“Correct.” I pull my fingers back only to fuck into her with three and the sounds filling up the room have my cock painfully aching with how turned on I am, it’s insane. “Listen, I know you thought you were going to get to come again around my cock, but how about you beg for it instead.”

Pushing her hips back into my hand, I bring my palm down on her skin. “Please, I—“

“You what? If you want my cock, you beg for it while I fuck you with my fingers and until I think you’ve begged enough, yeah? Do not even think about coming until I say you can or we are going to start this all over again. Do you understand me?”

Nodding into the mattress, I let out a quick prayer that I can hang on as my fingers find the spot that drivers her wild. “Please, Niall. Fuck, fuck.. I need you.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that.” Picking up my pace, I ease another finger into her and listen as she moans out incoherent phrases at the feeling.

“I'll do anything. I need your cock, need you to fill me up..” I watch as her eyes roll back into her head as her body jerks when I find a particularly delicious spot inside of her. “Your come needs to be inside me, baby. I want it so bad. There's not anything I want more than to milk your cock so good, fill me up until I’m spilling out for you..”

With that I pull my fingers out of her and line my throbbing cock up with her, thrusting in all the way and tilting my head up towards the ceiling as my moan is loud and deep, bouncing off the walls. “God, you fucking pull me in like you need me so bad, like this pussy is made for me and only me. Letting me fuck you so goddman hard.”

“Niall.. I’m so close. Please, don’t stop.” I continue to thrust into her deep and hard, making contact with her g-spot and making her legs tremble as we both find ourselves on the edge of our release.

“You feel so good.”

“You know, I really liked the blonde.” My pace picks up as she clenches around me. “You looked so fucking good.”

“You think?” Barely audible from her pleasure, Rigby manages to get the words out. “Maybe I’ll dye it blonde.”

I choke on a moan as I near my end, getting so close. “It doesn’t matter if you dye your hair hot pink, I’m still going to bend you over and fuck you like the slut that you are, yeah clover baby?”

“Ni, give me another baby. Please, fill me up and give me another one.” Her moan is loud as my pace falters at the thought of seeing her pregnant again. “I want it so bad, let me have it.”

Rigby only lasts a couple more strokes as she comes undone, coming so hard that she nearly pushes me out as I finish deep inside of her, filling her with my release.

Staying seated inside of her, I rub my hand up and down her back as she lays spent beneath me. “Did you mean it? Rigby, tell me you meant it.”

Pulling out I roll her over onto her back and can’t help but lean down and kiss her, letting our tongues meet for only a moment. “Yes, I want another baby. Please. Just one more time, give me more.”

“Baby, you’re so tired.” I cup her cheek as I look down at her. “We can talk and keep trying.”

She shakes her head as she looks up at me, determination in her tired eyes. “Please.”

As much as I feel like my orgasm emptied everything from my body, I know that as long as she says please, I’ll do whatever she wants. Looking down I can see where my come is dripping out of her perfect pussy, so I slowly slide back in, leaning over Rigby on my elbows and bringing my lips to hers.

“I love you so much, pretty clover girl.” My hips meet hers in a slow, gentle pace as she tips her head backwards into the pillows. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want.”

Rigby brings her hands up to cup my face as I thrust into her, feeling her legs shake from her overstimulation. “I want as many babies as we can make, love having a family with you, the perfect dad, the perfect husband, the perfect lover.. Oh, fuck.”

I feel as she contracts and releases around me, pumping her through her euphoria as I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck lightly before I feel myself come again only a few minutes later.

Keeping myself inside of her, I roll us over gently, tucking her into my side as she collapses against me. “We can stay like this for a little while, but then we have to get up and get you cleaned up, okay?”

I can feel her nod into my chest as I run my fingers through her hair, giving her twenty minutes before I’m pulling out of her and carrying her to the bathroom.

“Come on baby, let’s take a bath. Let me clean you up and then we can sleep all night.”

•

As good as it feels to spend the weekend holed up in a hotel, having uninterrupted sex with my wife… There’s not a greater feeling than seeing my kids running towards me and launching themselves into my arms.

“Daddy, daddy! Look what I made!”

I pull back and look down at the paper Rory holds in front of her. “Let me guess… That’s Moana?”

Laughing as Rory looks at her mom with her mouth wide open in shock, she turns back to me with a look of disdain. “No, look, it's Rapunzel! Everyone knows Moana has pretty brown hair like mommy— not yellow. Silly daddy!”

“I’ll show you silly!” Picking her up in her Rapunzel pajamas, I tickle her sides as she squeals and laughs, relaxing her body into mine. “Where’s my other cutie?”

Finn launches himself at Rigbys legs, making her laugh as she stumbles and falls over in the front yard. “Easy buddy!” Reaching for him and pulling him into her arms, she nuzzles him in a motherly embrace while she kisses his little face all over as he laughs and puts his chubby little hands on her cheeks. His dirty blonde hair is a mess but his striking green eyes are full of trouble.

“Pretty mama!” leaving a wet kiss on her cheek, I smile at Rigby as we look at the beautiful and healthy children in our arms.

“How’s my baby girl? Did you have fun at Uncle Harry’s house?” Rory nods in my arms, launching into a story about how Harry dressed up at Ariel while she played in her Rapunzel dress.

Rigby holds Finn in her arms and pinches his little red cheeks before tickling his ribs. “And what about you, what did you and Uncle Harry do?”

“We ate peas!”

Both Rigby and I burst out laughing as Harry joins us and Rigby rolls her eyes, looking at Harry. “I guess there was a reason we gave Finn your middle name. You are both pea lovers and that worries me.”

“Finn loves peas? Yuck!” Rory makes an exaggerated gagging noise as I hear the last member of our family finally making their way out of the house and down to my feet.

“There’s my other girl! What have you done all weekend, Guinny?”

What is it that they say about all dads and the dogs they didn’t want?

Yeah.

That’s me and our black and brown dachshund, Guinness.

At least I got to name her.

“Well other than the one time she threw up in the kitchen? She’s been fine.” I look at Harry as he rolls his eyes before looping his arm around Margo’s waist. “But the resident veterinarian here said she’s fine, someone just fed her too many snacks.”

I don’t even have to guess which child of mine is the snack smuggler, looking at Rory in my arms as she fiddles with her hands in front of her, making eye contact with the birthmark on the side of her left hand.

“Rory James, what have we told you about feeding the doggie too many snacks?” I try to be stern, but she’s so fucking cute with her brown hair and light blue eyes it’s impossible.

She sighs as her shoulders deflate. “That if I feed the doggie too many snacks then her tummy gets upset just like daddy’s does when he eats too much cheese.”

“Exactly.” Rigby smiles as she tries not to laugh just like me. “We gotta remember that, okay? Remember how grumpy daddy gets when he doesn’t feel good?”

“Hey!” Jumping in to defend myself, everyone starts laughing before poking fun in my direction. “Alright, alright. Let’s get out of Uncle Harry’s hair and go home, okay?”

“Kids go get your bags!” Letting go of Rory and Finn, I watch them disappear into my best friend's house as I wrap my arm around Rigby’s waist.

Leaning in, my lips brush against her ear before I kiss her gently.

“Come on, let’s take our babies home, clover baby.”

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