#jess writes

[slafkovskys]

neeeed more possessive quinn and angel thots pls

luke was going because a good percentage of his friends were still going to umich and he had only left a few months before, so spotting him on the sidelines at one of the first football games of the season wouldn’t be weird. jack was going because luke was going and because she had promised to get him to a darty while he was on campus. jack would never turn down a good party.

quinn, however, had said no when she pouted her lips at him in the kitchen upon finding out he was the only one not going. he said no again as he busied himself on his phone beside her in the nail salon and she batted her eyelashes towards him as her tech made the intricate design he had chosen on her fingernails. he said no for a third time when she was between his legs. he was stronger than his brothers, she couldn’t just ask him to do whatever she wanted while he was a little cum dumb and get her way. they both knew that.

it’s when she’s modeling her game day outfits for them in the living room that he caves. her prancing around in a navy blue cheer skirt that barely covered her ass and a white tank top with a maize-colored m in the center has him feeling something. the last time that quinn remembers feeling like this, this pang in his chest, the twisting in his stomach, is when he was ten and luke was six and his youngest brother stole his favorite action figure out of his room.

he remembers seeing it sticking out of luke’s backpack as they were walking to the bus stop and ripping it away, yelling something about it being his because it was. luke had no right to take something that was so obviously his (going through a toy story phase months before, he scratched his name on the sole of the toy’s boot so there’d be no question) and now here he was, almost twenty-four years old and watching the girl he shares with his brothers strut around their living room in little outfits with his alma mater plastered on them.

he watches as jack tries to slip a hand up her skirt and she shoves his hand away while luke watches bemused, “see, angel, i’m just showing you why you need to be careful about bending over when we go out-”

“it’s a good thing we’ll all be there, then,” quinn clears his throat and her head whips around to look at him. “y’know, to make sure nobody tries anything and you get to wear your cute outfits.”

she squeals and bounds over, straddling his legs easily. his hands go to grip onto the back of her thighs as she presses a quick kiss to his lips, “oh, thank you quinny! it’s going to be so much fun!”

fun was absolutely the last thing that quinn was having.

she had made good on her promise of dragging them to a darty and he felt so out of his element. it had been over four years since quinn had been a student at the university, everyone he knew (with the exception of her) had long graduated and moved on with their lives.

luke had cliqued off with dylan, ethan, and everyone else from his year. jack had gone off with brisson somewhere and he was really hoping that wasn’t him he saw in line for the mechanical bull. quinn had been attempting to make himself invisible as he also balanced keeping her in his sights. he was always aware of her, even more so that they were in somebody's crowded backyard and she was likely immune to the eyes on her as she downed another seltzer.

there’s one guy, tall and unnaturally blonde, who had been watching her similar to how a predator watches prey. quinn stands up a lot straighter when the kid steps away from his friends at the same time that she does and he watches with narrowed eyes as she finds her way into luke’s arms. the guy stops in his tracks and his shoulders fall and quinn can’t help the smug smile that graces his lips.

he watches as she turns in luke’s arms, his brother’s hands a light weight on her stomach as she holds onto his wrist, as her eyes search the crowd for something, for someone. her eyes land on him and he sends a quick to finger wave to which she pouts. she uses the hand that wasn’t holding onto luke to beckon him over and he goes easily, leaving nico mid-conversation about some golf trip he was trying to pitch to his other clients.

“quinny,” she whines and he knows she’s tipsy. luke doesn’t say anything, only sparing his brother a glance as he approaches and loosening his grip on their girl when he realizes it’s only him before turning his attention back to mark, “what’s wrong?”

he shakes his head, “nothing-”

“it is,” she interrupts and he raises an eyebrow, “you’ve got you’re annoyed face on. c’mon, tell me.”

he wants so badly to reach out and touch her, pull her out of luke’s arms and into his just so everyone at this party knows that she’s his too, but he can’t. instead, he sighs, “it’s nothing that you need to worry about, angel. just have fun. do you want another drink?”

“i want you to tell me the truth, quinn.”

and she never called any of them by their names. it was always quinny, jacky, lukey, or some pet name. she only did that when she was mad or annoyed and he could tell that she was over him not telling her what was making him have such a sour expression. she narrowed his eyes and he sips his beer before giving into the girl, “there’s a guy that won’t stop staring at you. it’s pissing me off.”

“you’re jealous?” she sends him a playful grin and his mouth is back to being set in a hard line. she shakes it off and leans back into luke’s chest, humming at the feeling of the boy’s thumb hooking into the waistband of her skirt, “where is he?”

“over by the bouncy castle.”

“over by the- oh my god. tripp?” she looked at him like he was crazy, “he’s in my creative writing class! he’s really nice and we help each other out with assignments and things.”

“oh, he’s nice?” there’s venom coating the word as he says it, “does he know that you have a boyfriend?”

“yes, he knows that i have a boyfriend, quinny,” she rolls her eyes before something switches, “but you know what he doesn’t know?”

quinn raises an eyebrow at the almost teasing grin that stretches across her lips. she taps at luke’s arm and they immediately fall, setting her free. she closes the couple foot gap between them and quinn’s eyes go wide as she smooths her hands down his chest. he warns, “angel-”

“he doesn’t know that i have two other boyfriends, too, and that’s not fair,” her lips fall to that signature pout as she grabs onto his hands and places them so suggestively on her ass. quinn can feel the end of that stupid skirt against his fingertips as her breath fans over his jaw, “it’s okay to be jealous, quinny. i’m just as much yours as i am luke’s or jack’s.”

“we’re in public,” quinn’s jaw clicks as she presses her lips to his neck. they had never done anything like this outside of the privacy of the lake house and god, was quinn’s brain going to short-circuit any minute. luke’s not even paying attention to the two of them, but he catches dylan sparing them a glance and when his eyes find quinn’s he quickly looks away.

“i know. i’m letting tripp know that my boys take care of me,” she leans her body more into his and it’s like muscle memory when his fingers grasp her ass cheek. he knows his thumb is resting right over the red ink that reads ‘bite me’ as she giggles, “he’s watching us.”

quinn smirks when luke finally looks at them and where quinn’s hand is. he nods, raising his drink to his brother before pointing something out to ethan. quinn’s chest rumbles as she grabs onto his shirt, wondering how long they could disappear without anyone noticing before the game started, “good.”

#hughes bros x angel #quinn hughes #jess writes

[theostrophywife]

middle of the night.

masterlist (azriel x reader) author's note: inspired by middle of the night by loveless. i'm pretty sure i blacked out 90% of the time i spent writing this so please enjoy. warning: smut. smut. and more smut. i can't warn you all enough. summary: when you're forced to share a room with the shadowsinger at the moonstone palace, sleep is the last thing on either one of your minds.

“Do I have to share a room with her?”” 

The shadowsinger crosses his arms and frowns, the permanent scowl etched on his face setting in even deeper while he glares at you from across the room. You roll your eyes in response, leaning against the pale stone wall for support while removing the death traps strapped to your feet. You had half a mind to take a page out of your High Lady’s book and chuck the heels directly at Azriel’s head. 

“Oh relax, shadowsinger. This wicked witch has no plans of tainting your innocence in the middle of the night.” 

Beside you, Cassian tried and failed to suppress a snort. Azriel shot his brother a withering glare, which the Illyrian general returns with an apologetic smile. While you weren’t exactly keen on sharing a room with the shadowsinger either, his reluctance and aversion made it that much more enticing. Besides, it wasn’t like you had a choice. With Keir renovating the Moonstone Palace, you and your friends were all required to double up. The mates would obviously share, leaving your options between Azriel, Mor, and Amren. 

You assumed that Mor would room with you, but the blonde picked Amren in a swift act of betrayal and winked as she left you to deal with the shadowsinger. Traitor. 

“I’m sure you two can manage to get along for one night,” Rhys says with exasperation, weary from the earlier festivities.

Visiting the Court of Nightmares was always an ordeal and tonight was no exception. Eris had been invited to the All Hallows Eve ball and the High Lord had tasked you with obtaining information about his dealings with Keir. With the help of a tight fitting dress and a few flirtatious smiles, Beron’s heir was nothing but putty in your hands by the end of the night. 

Not only had he divulged his plans of opening trade between your courts, but Eris also inquired about your diplomatic ties to the west, which told you that the Autumn Court intended on extending business to the Continent. It was an overall successful mission and all you really had to do was bat your eyelashes and dance with the handsome lordling. 

Still, those waltzes had really done a number on your feet and you were ready to collapse into the nearest available bed, shadowsinger be damned. 

“Will you please just stop being a giant Illyrian baby and do as we’re told so I can finally get some godsdamned rest?” 

Azriel huffs in annoyance and stalks away in the direction of what you assumed would be your shared quarters. Dangling your heels in one hand and the heavy skirts of your dress in the other, you bid Rhys and Cassian good night before following after the Illyrian warrior. 

“Try not to kill each other,” Rhys calls over his shoulder. 

“No promises, Rhys.” 

The High Lord mutters a prayer under his breath as he and Cassian head towards the opposite side of the palace. With a sigh, you push open the door that Azriel had disappeared into. To your annoyance, you found him sprawled out on the bed with his hands behind his head. 

“Absolutely not,” you say, stalking into the room and discarding your shoes onto the wooden floor. “You’re not getting the bed.” 

He sneers, sitting upright to face you. “Can you at least attempt not to make a mess everywhere you go?” Azriel strides over to the door and deposits your shoes by the wooden dresser where his boots were currently neatly perched. Peculiar male.

His dark head perks up as he stands to his full height, towering a good foot over you. “And I am absolutely claiming the bed. First come, first serve.” 

You snort. “Yeah, I’m sure you know all about coming first.” Striding over to the ornate vanity by the window, you settle into the wooden chair and began pulling out the jewels pinned to your curls.

Azriel rolls his eyes. “Do you have to be so crude?”

The crimson slash of your smile is nothing but predatory as you shake your unbound hair over your shoulder. “My apologies to your virginal ears,” you retort with dripping sarcasm. 

The Illyrian warrior sighs as though the fate of the realm rests solely on his shoulders. Nothing in the entirety of Prythian irritated you more, but that was just the nature of your relationship with the shadowsinger. To say that you and Azriel didn’t get along was a massive understatement. Pairing you two together was like dropping a lit match onto a field soaked with gasoline. Someone was bound to get burned. 

“I meant what I said about our sleeping arrangements,” you announce, meeting Azriel’s gaze in the mirror. “I will get that bed one way or another. I didn’t endure a night of blisters just to sleep on the floor.” 

Azriel scoffs. “You weren’t complaining when you were on the dance floor with Eris earlier.”

You made a show of gathering the jewels into a neat pile while glaring at him. “Well, I’d be pretty shit at my job if I were. At least the Autumn lordling made it worth my while.” 

“Clearly, you have no problem fraternizing with the enemy.” 

A surge of magic crackles through your fingertips. It wasn’t like you enjoyed flirting with Eris. Sure, the male was handsome and charming, but you took your job seriously and you didn’t appreciate Azriel questioning your motives. You knew that playing the political game at hand was necessary to keep the Night Court safe.

“I haven’t forgotten who Eris is for one second, but unlike you, I’m able to control my emotions so I can gather intel for the good of this court.” You rose to standing and though you barely reached Azriel’s shoulders, you didn’t balk from his intense stare. “Would you rather have me maim our honored guest?”

“It sure as hell would’ve been less sickening than having to watch you two fawn over each other all night.” 

You pause, taking in his features. The cold mask of indifference faded away and you could see the tension in his jaw as he spoke. A slow smile spreads across your face as realization dawns on you. 

“Are you jealous, shadowsinger?” 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Azriel exclaims. “Why would I ever be jealous of Eris?” 

You shrug, fully reveling in the irritation flashing across those hazel eyes of his. “Maybe you have a crush. I mean, I can’t say I blame you. I heard that Autumn Court males have fire in their veins and that they fuck like it too.” 

Azriel gapes at you, shadows peering over his shoulders in amusement. There were only a few things in this realm that you enjoyed more than the sight of his flustered expression. The feared spymaster of the Night Court blushing like an innocent maiden thanks to your dirty mouth. 

“The filth that comes out of your mouth would bring the males in Illyria to their knees.” 

You smirked. “Good, it puts them in the perfect position to kiss my ass.” 

Despite himself, Azriel laughs. It was full and rich, the sound reverberating through your skin as his laughter filled the room. You realize with a jolt that tonight was the first time you've actually heard his real laugh. Maybe that’s what possessed you to say what you said next. 

“I am serious about taking the bed, whether you’re in it or not.” 

Azriel raises a brow, but says nothing as you stride past him on the way to the bathroom. As you close the door behind you, the shadowsinger calls out with an amused voice, “Don’t use up all the hot water, witchling.” 

“Bite me, batling,” you retort with mockery, throwing a vulgar gesture over your shoulder. 

His dark laughter trails after you as you enter the bathroom. With a hand on your hip, you examine the porcelain tub positioned in the middle of the marble floor, its size large enough to accommodate Illyrian wings. Steam rose from the bath and it was all the invitation you needed to strip out of your clothes.

You carefully unclasp the sapphire necklace hanging around your neck and set it against the counter. Reaching towards the back of your dress, you tug on the button securing the halter top, but it wouldn’t seem to budge. You tried again, attempting to maneuver the clasp to no avail.

After angling your arms in a dozen uncomfortable positions, you let out a sigh of frustration. You were almost tempted to use your magic to unfasten the damned thing, but you were too afraid to ruin the beautiful dress.

An abrupt knock at the door nearly made you jump out of your own skin. “What’s taking so godsdamned long? I’d like to actually bathe and sleep before dawn.” 

You roll your eyes even though Azriel couldn’t see beyond the wooden door. “My dress is stuck.” 

There was a pause of silence on the other side. Hesitantly, Azriel spoke again. “Do you need help?” 

You gaze into the enormous mirror, blowing out a tendril of dark hair from your eyes. The reflection that peered back had a sheen of sweat coating her olive skin and frustration at the inability to undress was written all over her dark kohl rimmed eyes, but you weren’t ready to admit defeat. You'd find a way out of this dress one way or another. Tugging at the fabric once again, you overshot your aim and banged your elbow against the marble countertop with a loud smack. 

Azriel curses from the other side of the door. “Oh for fuck’s sake-“ With a frustrated sigh, he stalks into the bathroom and found you clutching your arm in pain. “Just admit you need my help.” 

“No thanks, I’m not providing free material for your spank bank.” 

The shadowsinger rolls his eyes. “Your stubbornness is going to get you injured.” He came closer, but you took a step backwards and unwisely cornered yourself into the sink. 

“I don’t need your help.” 

“Stop being a godsdamned brat and come here.” 

The authority laced in Azriel’s command made you stand upright. A glimpse of the feared spymaster leaked out then, his hazel eyes beckoning you forth as though he could see right through you. You understood then why his victims always talked. One look and you were damn ready to spill all of your deepest darkest secrets. 

Silently, you turned around and suddenly found the ceiling quite interesting. Azriel came up behind you and swept your hair over your shoulder with ease, his shadows sweeping over your skin in a gentle caress. You involuntarily shivered, willing yourself to stay still while his fingers found the culprit of a button.

Through the mirror, Azriel met your gaze. His eyes swept over your form, taking in the tight dress adorning your body. Mor had truly pulled out all the stops for your mission tonight and it showed in the elegant drape of the lace fabric. The high neckline came up to your throat in an uncharacteristically modest cut, but the small opening at the front dipped dangerously low, allowing a generous view of your cleavage. The shadowsinger's eyes traveled down your exposed skin, a slight smirk adorning his lips while you held your breath.

Azriel gripped your waist firmly with his left hand while his right traveled up your back. He took his time, humming softly while his fingers danced up the column of your spine. Even through the fabric, an electric jolt awakened every nerve ending while he painstakingly took his time. Languid and unhurried, his touch brushed the back of your neck and elicited a wave of desire to pulsate in your lower abdomen. Suddenly, your mouth felt uncomfortably dry while your skin burned with a flash of heat. You licked your lips instinctively while trying not to notice the effects of the shadowsinger's touch.

In one swift move, the hook came undone and you barely had time to gather the fabric to your chest to avoid flashing Azriel. His fingers grazed your bare skin before his hand retreated back to his side. 

It was only for a split second, but you could’ve sworn that you saw a flash of something predatory in Azriel’s reflection. 

“Thanks,” you murmur quietly. 

You needed to get away from his touch and the onslaught of arousal it stirred within you.

Turning around, you ran right into the solid wall that was Azriel’s chest. A scarred hand gripped your arm to keep you from stumbling and the overwhelming scent of night chilled mist and cedar invaded your senses. You wanted to blame your sudden outburst of clumsiness on the faerie wine you’d consumed earlier, but it had been hours since your last drink and you currently felt alarmingly sober. As you look up into those familiar hazel eyes, the flush that spreads over your cheeks betrays every bout of logic within you. 

Shit. Were you turned on by the shadowsinger? 

You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about it. All the verbal sparring and tension between you and Azriel had been brewing for some time. Sometimes you wondered if all the arguments were just a precursor to your own fucked up version of foreplay. 

“Never thought I’d live to see the day that you’re thanking me for undressing you,” Azriel says in a low, cool voice. There was something flirtatious and suggestive in the husky tone of his words, awakening a familiar ache in your core. 

You swallow thickly. “Now who’s being crude?” 

“Don’t worry, witchling. I never start anything I can’t finish.” 

Cauldron boil and fry you, the rush of arousal has shot straight to your head. 

Azriel smirks, locking you in place as he leans closer. You hold your breath as his face dips towards yours until only a wisp of air separates your mouth from his. The tension was palpable in the air and you felt a surge of electricity thrum through your veins when his gaze flickers to your lips. 

A beat passes as your eyes meet. It would be so easy to give in and allow yourself to taste him, but before your hormone addled brain could make you do something you’d undoubtedly regret, Azriel reaches for the robe behind you and tosses it over his shoulder. 

“Hurry up or I’m taking the bed for myself.”

With that, the shadowsinger disappears through the door while you stare back at your reflection once again. You had a crazed look in your eyes and your cheeks were flushed as though you had just finished running up the ten thousand steps at the House of Wind. Shame was written all over your face from the desire wafting off of you in waves.

A cold shower. You needed a godsdamned cold shower. 

Apparently, a working hearth was not part of Keir’s plans of renovation for the Moonstone Palace. The cold blooded lizard probably had no need for a fireplace anyways given his reptilian nature. You sighed, wrapping the thick blankets over yourself in a desperate attempt for warmth. 

After your much needed bath, you were surprised to discover Azriel setting up a makeshift bed for himself on the floor. Whatever anomaly of sexual tension that passed between you in the bathroom quickly dissipated as weariness threatened to take you under. You were all too glad to climb into bed and let sleep claim you, but the freezing wind had other ideas. 

“Will you stop your tossing? I can hear your teeth chattering from all the way down here,” Azriel grumbles in the dark.  

“It’s not my fault that it’s bloody freezing,” you respond in equal annoyance.

“Use a blanket.” 

“No shit, shadowsinger. If only I’d thought of that,” you buried yourself further underneath the sheets. “Oh wait, I did and I’m still likely to lose a leg to frostbite.” 

“So fucking dramatic,” he muttered under his breath. You could hear him rustling in the darkness. Then, a dip in the bed. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

Moonlight streamed through the windows, reflecting the red and gold membrane of Azriel’s wings as he stood over you. With his dark hair perfectly tousled and eyes glowing golden in the night, the arousal from earlier came rushing back with a vengeance. Suddenly, sharing the same bed with the shadowsinger felt a little too close to tempting fate. Unaware of your wayward thoughts, he lifted the sheets and gestured for you to make room. 

“Scoot over.” 

You clutch the blanket to your chest. “Not a chance.” 

Annoyance was written all over his face. “I’m warm, you’re cold. Do you want to freeze to death or not?” 

It didn’t take long for you to mull your choices over. You were rather fond of your limbs and had no desire to lose them to the glacial temperatures. That was the only reason you allowed Azriel to climb into bed with you, or so you told yourself. 

Azriel shifted beside you, trying to settle into a comfortable position to accommodate his large wings. Wordlessly, he pulled you into his arms. His body warmth was deliciously satisfying and you shamelessly pressed against him, effectively using the male as your own personal heater. 

“Shit, you weren’t kidding. You’re as cold as ice.” 

His arms circled around your waist, pressing your back firmly against him. Azriel pulled the blankets over you, enveloping your bodies in a warm, comfortable heat. 

You sigh in relief. “I told you. I always knew Keir was a sadist, but this is another level of cruelty.” 

Azriel’s soft laughter fans over the crook of your neck as you unabashedly snuggle into his warmth. “You’re a greedy little witchling, aren’t you?” 

You press your cold toes onto his bare legs, earning a yelp from the shadowsinger. 

“Brat.” 

“Prick.” 

You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “I might be a prick, but you’re the one using me for my body.” 

“Don’t let it go to your head, shadowsinger. I’d easily cuddle with Bryaxis if it meant not freezing to death.” 

That dark laughter again. It swept over you like rumbling thunder and suddenly the temperature in the room spiked. You tense, freezing in place against Azriel’s arms. He must’ve mistook the action for a shiver because before you knew it, Azriel was pulling you closer, the warmth of his hands slipping over your midsection. 

“Better?” He asks in a low, husky voice. Was it just you or did his voice dip an octave deeper? Azriel’s fingers hover over your stomach, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. 

“Mhmm,” you mumble in response, entirely distracted by the small ministrations he was unknowingly torturing you with.

A small whimper crawled up the back of your throat and you did your best to hide it with a yawn. Azriel seemed entirely oblivious to his effect on you as his hands inch further and further up your ribcage, darting dangerously close to your sternum. Every sweep of his fingers against your skin had you clenching your thighs together. 

Mother save you, you truly needed to get a hold of yourself. This was Azriel, for Cauldron’s sake. You hated the male with every fiber of your being. If only your body could get with the program instead of leaning into the sweep of his large hands.

Sleep. You needed to sleep. Whatever delusional thoughts currently running through your oxygen deprived brain would soon correct itself after a good night’s rest. 

Shutting your eyes close, you willed yourself to wind down. You would not let horniness dig its sharp claws into you. Eventually, your wired mind gave way to the invitation of hazy thoughts and blurry dreams until you felt a strange sensation. 

“Azriel?” 

“Hmm?” His sleep coated answer echoes in the darkness.  

“Please tell me that’s Truth-teller digging into my back.”

Because there it was, his hardness pressing against your backside. 

“Shit,” Azriel curses loudly at the same time that you squirm in place. The sudden movement made you accidentally grind your ass into him and the growl that came out of his mouth was utterly unholy. “Do not do that.” 

His hand curls around your arm, keeping you a safe distance away from his erection. You turn over to face him and while you made a conscious effort not to glance down, you still caught a glimpse of the bulge protruding from his underclothes. Azriel sat up and instantly covered himself with blankets, but it was a wasted effort. You’d already seen everything. 

You mirrored his movement, pulling yourself up into a seated position and crossing your legs underneath you.

Azriel began to say “I’m sorry” at the same time that you blurted out “It’s fine.” 

For once in your immortal life, you found yourself speechless. The only sound that you managed to make was a choked giggle that Azriel instantly glared at you for.

“Now is not the time to laugh,” he grunts. 

You hold up your hands. “I’m sorry. I swear I’m not laughing at you. It’s just been a very weird night.” 

The flush on Azriel’s cheeks made his golden brown skin glow underneath the moonlight. “No shit,” he blew out a breath. “An unexpected erection wasn’t exactly part of my plans.” 

You tried your best to tamper down the nervous giggle rising in your throat. “Can I do anything to help?” 

Azriel bowed his head and groaned. “No, I think you’ve done enough.” 

“Are you honestly blaming me for your hard-on?” you ask incredulously. Leave it to Azriel to make his erection entirely your fault. 

“I wouldn’t have a hard on if you weren’t grinding your ass into my dick.” 

“I was cold!” you exclaimed. “Besides, if I was truly grinding my ass into your dick, we wouldn’t be sitting here arguing.” 

“You’re making it worse.” 

The pained expression on Azriel’s face confirmed the statement. 

“I’m just talking!” Crossing your arms, you readied yourself for the oncoming argument. Any chance of sleep had gone entirely out the window. As always, the shadowsinger was being a colossal pain in the ass. “You’re the one shoving your greedy little hands underneath my shirt.” 

“We wouldn’t be in this position if you’d stopped your damn complaining. You were freezing. I was trying to help.” 

“Well, you helped too much.” 

Azriel’s brows rose. “What is that supposed to mean?” 

Shit. You’d definitely revealed more than you intended to. “Nothing, forget it. Can we just go to bed?” 

“If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not exactly in a resting mood right now.” 

“Godsdamned it,” you mutter. The Mother was honestly testing your sanity tonight. “Fine, just think about things that will turn you off. Rusty daggers? Unkempt rooms? Oh, I know. Cassian in a dress!” 

He huffed in frustration. “You’re not helping.” 

You tittered. “No, you’re right. Cassian in a dress is definitely a turn on for you.”

Azriel grits his teeth. “For the love of gods, stop talking.” 

“I’m just trying to help. Clutching your crotch is not going to get us any closer to sleep.” 

He rolls his eyes in response. “Please, like I didn’t smell your arousal earlier in the bathroom and in bed. At least I’m considerate enough to not mention it.” 

“Considerate is the last word I’d use to describe you. Asshole is particularly high on the list.” You paused, narrowing your eyes as his words slowly dawned on you. “Wait. You could tell that I was turned on earlier? Is that why you kept touching me?” The shit-eating grin on Azriel’s face was response enough. “Oh you’re dead, shadowsinger.” 

“You didn’t seem to be complaining when I was doing it.” 

“Prick.” 

“Brat.” 

You stared at one another, cheeks flushed, eyes wild, and chests rising and falling in harmonious rhythm. Whether the palpable tension filling the room was from your verbal sparring or something else entirely, you couldn’t tell. All you knew was that a familiar sensation of desire was now pooling in your core, igniting your entire body with desperate need as Azriel’s gaze dips lower to your mouth. 

“I might be a brat, but you’re obviously turned on by it.” 

The depths of his hazel irises were nearly swallowed by his blown out pupils. “Shut. Up.” 

“Why don’t you make me?” 

The expression that bloomed on Azriel’s face was entirely primal. A shock of electricity crackled in the air, summoning a magnetic pull to the stubborn male before you. Warning bells blared within your mind, but you ignored it. The desire surging between you was impossible to resist. 

You wanted to taste him. 

You needed to taste him.

Against all logic and sense, Azriel surges forward and hungrily presses his mouth against yours. You tilt your chin up to meet his lips, fingers greedily intertwining into his dark locks. Azriel tasted like sin. His lips were soft, plush, and entirely intoxicating. The shadowsinger pulls you closer, his warm mouth pressing kisses onto your lips, neck, shoulder, and whatever surface he could reach. 

“You are the most stubborn, frustrating person I have ever met,” he declares as he tilts your head back to allow access to your neck. 

“You’re no walk in the park either, shadowsinger.” Your eyes flutter close as he sucks on your soft flesh, leaving marks against your collarbone. “Never in my life have I argued with anyone as much as I’ve argued with you.”

His hands crawl up your spine, pulling you into a tight embrace while you nipped at his neck. “The fact that you’re arguing with me right now, while I’m actively kissing you is a testament of how unwilling you are to let anyone else have the last word. Do you even know how insane you drive me?” 

You whimper as he takes your face into his hands. “I can’t even get through an entire day without thinking about you. Your smile, your laugh, your smell. You’re intoxicating.” 

He kissed away whatever sarcastic remark you had sitting on the tip of your tongue. Azriel wasn’t the only one feeling euphoric. You were drowning in him, but you couldn’t get enough. The fights, the arguments, the tension - it was all leading up to this. Because the taste of him in your mouth felt like the answer to a question you didn’t even know you’d asked. 

“I think about you all the time,” you admit. “It’s absolutely fucking maddening. I think I might be a masochist.” 

“You?” Azriel asks in disbelief. “I have been in misery since the moment we met. All those months I’ve spent depriving myself of you, fighting about stupid little things, arguing about anything and everything just to get a sliver of your attention. It’s been torturous, hoping that this feeling would go away, but it hasn’t. I’ve thought about this moment. What you’d taste like. How you’d feel against me. The sounds you’d make,” he pressed an open mouthed kiss underneath your jaw. 

A soft moan escapes from your lips and Azriel growls in response. 

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.” The guttural sound swept over you deliciously. 

“Then show me.” 

Whatever restraint Azriel had before was completely unleashed as he took your lips into his once more. His tongue swept over your bottom lip and darted into your mouth, testing and tasting every inch of you. Your tongues swirled and sucked, fighting for dominance as though this was one of your heated arguments. Azriel pulled you into his lap and you straddled him, your thighs resting on either side of his. 

His hands wandered underneath your silk negligee, deft fingers tugging at the hem. “Is this okay?” Azriel asks. 

You nod, too drunk with lust to even form words. 

Azriel smirks. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

You pull the thin dress over your head without hesitation, throwing it behind you with careless abandon. “Is that enough of an answer for you?” 

He laughs, taking in the sight of you in nothing but skimpy lingerie. You’d never been more glad in your life that you’d packed the matching black lace set that left very little to the imagination. Azriel cups your breasts in his large hands, squeezing softly as he trails kisses along your cleavage, pulling away to whisper against your exposed skin. 

“Such a brat.” 

You grin. “You like it.” 

“More than you know.” 

Azriel finds the sensitive spot beneath your ear and presses open mouthed kisses along your neck all the way down to the column of your throat. You arch against him, displeased to find a barrier of fabric separating you. 

You impatiently tug at the hem of his shirt and he smiles into your neck, murmuring softly. 

“Whatever happened to not tainting my innocence in the middle of the night?”  

“I’ve seen the chains in your bedroom, shadowsinger. You’re definitely not innocent.” 

His eyes crinkle with amusement. “Those are for official spymaster business, but if you’re truly that interested, I can make an exception for you.” 

With that, Azriel discards his shirt, giving you a full view of the swirling tattoos etched onto his golden brown skin. You trace the Illyrian markings, taking in the opportunity to admire his naked torso. 

“Beautiful,” you breathe. 

Azriel breaks out into a smile. Not a grin or a smirk, but a smile that made your heart ache. He was so beautiful it was almost unfair. 

“I mean it, Azriel. I know I can be an asshole sometimes, but I’ve always thought you were beautiful.” 

He kisses you, slow and sweet this time, as though he were savoring the moment. “Thank you,” he whispers tenderly. “I’d say the same about you, but beautiful seems like an understatement. You’re the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen, sweetheart. I’ve thought so since the moment we met.” 

You laughed, hiding the blush creeping up onto your cheeks. “Don’t go all soft on me. You hated me.” 

“I’ve never hated you,” he says softly. “You’re a pain in the ass and you constantly call me out on my bullshit, but I think that’s what I like most about you. You challenge me and I find your combative personality incredibly sexy. You had me wrapped around your finger the moment I laid eyes on you. I was completely, absolutely fucking done for.” 

“I knew you secretly wanted me,” you jokingly interject. 

“Didn’t think it was much of a secret. Cassian and Rhys knew this whole time. Mor too, which is probably why she chose to room with Amren tonight.” 

If you thought about it, truly thought about it, all the signs were there. You were just too deep in denial to admit it to yourself because once you did, you wouldn’t be able to deny the fact that maybe you felt the same way about him too.

“Why are you telling me this now?” 

Azriel brushed a strand of hair from your face, tilting your chin up. “Because, seeing you dance with Eris tonight made me realize that I couldn’t bear the sight of you with anyone else. I want to be the one that you dance with. I want to be the one that you argue with. I want to be the only one to make you smile the way that you’re smiling at me right now.” 

“I’m not going to stop being a pain in the ass,” you say with a grin. “And I can’t promise that I won’t argue with you about stupid little things. Most of all, I’ll probably keep on being an annoying brat for the rest of my immortal existence.” 

Azriel laughs. “You may be a brat, but you’re my brat.” 

The butterflies in your stomach threatened to fly right into your heart. Gods, this male. One minute you were arguing and the next he was turning you into nothing but a mushy pile of a person. 

"I want you," Azriel breathes. "And if tonight is all you're willing to give me, I'll take it. I'll take whatever I can get from you, but I'm done pretending like you don't completely consume my thoughts."

"I want you too, Azriel." You caress his cheek, tracing a sharp cheekbone with your thumb. "So fucking badly it hurts. Now that I've tasted you, I don't think I could ever give it up. What I’m saying is, I feel the same way about you too and I’d like to give this a try beyond just this night.” 

"Good, because I'm pretty sure you've ruined every other female for me."

You shift in his lap, a grin breaking out on your face when you realize exactly what you were sitting on. “Is emotional intimacy turning you on, Azriel?” 

“Fucking hell,” he swears. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?” 

“Not a chance in hell.” 

Azriel grins. “For the record, I don’t expect you to stop being the ill tempered, foul mouthed female that I fell for in the first place. I’d rather fight with you than get along with anyone else.” 

His lips ghost over yours. “The only thing this changes is that I now know the secret to shutting you up,” he sucks at the soft skin underneath your ear again, eliciting a breathy moan from you. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss playfully, practically melting into his lap. 

Azriel grips your waist, grinding his erection into your backside. “If you insist, sweetheart.” 

You roll your eyes, greedily licking the hollow of his throat as you roll your hips into him. Two could play that game. Azriel curses under his breath and you decide that it was your favorite sound in the entire realm. 

He wasted no time in unfastening the clasp of your bra, releasing your breasts from the lacy constraints. Azriel gave you a wicked grin before pinching your nipple, taking your right breast into his mouth while you moaned loudly. Ever the equal opportunist, he gave your left breast matching attention, releasing each nipple with a popping sound that left your legs trembling. 

The last remnants of hesitation faded away as Azriel flipped you on your back. You bounced against the mattress with an amused giggle, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch the shadowsinger crawl towards you. Powerful wings spanned the entirety of his back while his shadows crowned him in darkness like some fallen angel. You knew then and there that this beautiful male would be your undoing. 

As if reading your mind, Azriel grinned before pinning you underneath him. His fingers toy with the waistband of the skimpy lingerie, pausing for your permission. You shrug out of your panties and Azriel nearly tears them off in haste. 

He spreads your legs open while his dark head disappears between your thighs. Azriel trails kisses on your skin, his hot breath fanning over your already soaking core. 

“Fuck, so wet for me already. I’ve been dying to taste you all night,” Azriel licks a stripe of your needy core and your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head. “You taste even sweeter than you smell.” 

His mouth was on you again, licking and sucking like he’d been starving for centuries and you were a feast spread out especially for him. When Azriel’s fingers plunged into you dripping wet cunt, it was almost too much to bear. He sucked at your clit and your back arched off the bed. Without warning, he plunged a second finger inside you while you tugged at his hair.

The moans coming out of your mouth didn’t even sound like you. They belonged to someone else, a needy, seductive side of you that no one had ever unleashed. You had no idea how Azriel learned how to do that with his tongue, but you prayed to the Mother that he wouldn’t stop. 

It might’ve been minutes or hours since Azriel first started eating you out. You couldn’t keep track of anything else besides the Illyrian male between your legs. Never in your life has anyone made you come from their mouth alone, but there was a first time for everything. 

The tension in your needy core unspooled and the warmth of an oncoming orgasm had you gasping for breath. 

“Azriel,” you moaned loudly. “I’m so close.” 

He plunged his fingers inside you once more, pressing down on your abdomen with his free hand while he curved his digits within your walls. The combination of his mouth on your clit and his fingers in your pussy had you chasing after that familiar high. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me.” 

At his words, you completely unraveled. Azriel watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, his mouth dripping with your arousal. He licked up every drop before kissing you. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you immediately wanted to return the favor.

As you reached for his boxers, Azriel gripped your wrist. “Another time. Tonight is about you, sweetheart. What do you want?” 

“I want you,” you breathe. “All of you.” 

His nose brushes against your cheek in a gentle, intimate manner. “Are you sure?” 

You nod as his eyes meet yours. From this close, you could make out the golden flecks within his hazel irises. He grins as he kisses the tip of your nose. 

“What did I say about using your words? I want to hear you say it.” 

“I want you to fuck me, Azriel.” 

Azriel kisses you, hungry and desperate as he positions himself over you. He tugs at the waistband of his boxers and mirrors your move from earlier, discarding the fabric over his shoulder. You laugh and he captures your lips once again, hiking your legs around his waist. Azriel moves slowly, filling you up with his length with careful consideration. 

He searches your face as you wince, feeling him deep inside you. Deeper than you’ve ever taken. Your eyes water from the sheer size of him. His shadows wipe away your tears and you chuckle, nuzzling into the cold reprieve they provided. Azriel caresses your cheek, whispering encouragement into your ear. 

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Taking all of me,” he moves slowly. "That's it. Open your eyes. I want to watch you taking every inch of my cock."

Your eyes flutter open as his shadows twine through your wrists, binding them to the headboard behind you. Azriel gripped the wooden post, plunging himself deeper inside you until his hip bones touched yours. He releases a shaky breath, tendrils of inky night pulling your ankles around his waist. The shadows felt cold against your skin and your legs trembled as Azriel traced your lips with his thumb.

"Can I move?"

“Shit, fuck. Yes.” 

Azriel chuckles. “Such a filthy mouth with a pretty little cunt.” 

“I thought you liked my filthy fucking mouth -“ 

The air was knocked out of you as Azriel slammed his hips against yours, burying himself deep into your walls. If you ever had a doubt about the correlation between wingspan and dick size, it died at that moment. He plunged into you over and over again, his thrusts hitting the sweet spot with each fluid stroke. Pain and pleasure combined, you were seeing stars as Azriel continued his relentless pounding.

The slap of skin against skin filled the room and the smell of sex was heavy in the air. You clenched your walls around his member and Azriel groaned in response.

"You're so fucking tight, sweetheart. Feels so good. Is your pretty little cunt all for me?" The dirty words flying out of his mouth made you blush uncharacteristically. He rutted into you, holding your hips in place while he watched you squirm in pleasure underneath him. "Can anyone else fuck you like this? Make you beg and whimper for my cock while you clench your pussy around me like the greedy little brat that you are?"

"N-no, only you. Only you could fuck me like this, Azriel."

He smirked, pumping in and out of you slowly. The action was painstakingly driving you insane and you bucked your hips to take in more of him, but Azriel tutted in response. "If you want it, you'll have to beg for it."

Fucking hell. You whined, desperate to feel him thrust in you again. "Please, Azriel. I want you. I need you to fuck me senseless."

Azriel kissed your neck, smiling. "Good girl."

With that, he plunged into you once more, filling you up to the hilt. His control slipped and his pace picked up, fucking you so deliciously that you couldn't even remember your own name. You wrapped your legs around his waist, fingers digging between his shoulder blades.

Beads of sweat kissed his golden brown skin from the effort, giving him the appearance of a dewy, glowy, dark angel. Azriel’s wings flared behind him and you ran your pointer finger over the sensitive membrane. The shadowsinger buckled above you, a deep moan ripping through his chest. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, nipping at your soft skin with his teeth. 

“Az?” you ask shyly. 

Azriel perked up, catching your gaze. “Yes, sweetheart?” 

“Can I ride you?” 

His blown out pupils were swallowed by desire as he wordlessly flipped you over. Bracing yourself against his chest, you straddled Azriel and rocked against him slowly. Shadows wafted over you, snaking through your hips as they guided you to ride him in a steady rhythm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeated under his breath while you sank into him. 

Azriel’s large hands cupped your ass, guiding you over his cock with a tight grip. The sight of him bucking desperately underneath you while a sheen of sweat coated his perfectly toned form made you smirk. His hands traveled up to your hips, fingertips briefly digging into your skin before softly cupping your breasts. 

"You're so big. I love taking every inch of you. I'd never get tired of riding your perfect cock," you say as you grind into him, filling yourself up with the girth of his velvet wrapped steel.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he says huskily. 

You smirk in response, slamming your hips against his and taking him in even deeper. Azriel’s hand wraps around your neck, lightly squeezing as you ride him into oblivion. You took his scarred hand into yours and kissed his fingertips. 

“Beautiful,” you repeated. 

"So fucking perfect. I love watching you ride me. Feels so damn good," He sat upright, letting you roll your hips into him while his forehead pressed against yours. “Such a good girl,” Azriel hummed into your neck. "Is this pussy mine?"

"It's yours, Azriel. All yours."

Your movements were slow and languid as you melded together. From this angle, the curve of his member hit your cervix with perfect precision. You didn't even know sex could feel this good. Never had anyone else coax and tease and make you submit like he could. At this point, you couldn’t tell where Azriel began and you ended. 

The grip around your neck tightened, cutting off your circulation at just the right amount to feel pleasurable. "Gonna come for me again, sweetheart?"

"I want you to come, too. I want to feel you filling me up."

“You fucking kill me when you say things like that. I'm so close, but I'm not coming until you do too. Can you do that for me?"

He swept the dark curtain of your hair over your shoulder, taking you in with tender eyes. 

“Yes,” you rasp. “So fucking close.” 

Azriel flips you over gently, his thrusts sloppy and waning as you both lose yourselves in each other. You moan his name so loudly that it would be a wonder if the whole palace didn’t hear. His fingers rubbed circles onto your sensitive clit and pushed you over the edge. 

Just as waves of pleasure slammed into you, Azriel moaned your name into the night like a prayer. Together, you rode out the high as skin slapped against skin. 

Azriel spurted into you, filling you to the brim with his orgasm. His lips found yours and pressed a gentle kiss against your mouth. The gesture was oddly intimate, more personal than the fact that he was currently balls deep inside of you. The act of coming together was entirely euphoric. For the second time that night, you found yourself seeing stars.

The shadowsinger pulled out of you slowly, taking great care not to disturb your extremely sensitive sex. Azriel rolled over in bed, your panting breaths the only sounds filling the room while you both recovered from the strenuous effort. Afterglow cast a shimmering haze over the both of you and you were content to bask in it while Azriel settled in beside you.

Despite the fact that he'd just given you two orgasms in a row and undoubtedly fucked you into next week, Azriel blushed as you turned over to examine him. Coming down from the high of the best sex of your life, you smiled at his bed hair and swollen lips. Azriel grinned shyly, resting his head on the pillow as he faced you.

“Fuck,” he said with a laugh. “That was…” 

You nodded in response. “Fucking amazing? Remind me to thank Mor for rooming with Amren.” 

Azriel smirked. “You can thank her in the morning. We’re gonna have an early start, so try and rest sweetheart.” 

He pulled himself out of bed, eliciting a groan of protest from you. Azriel chuckled. “I’m just getting a towel to clean up. No need to be a brat,” he adds with a wink. 

You stuck out your tongue, but watched in appreciation as Azriel’s naked form walked towards the restroom. He looked back at you, raising a brow at your blatant ogling. 

As promised, Azriel cleaned you up with a warm towel. Since your negligee was nowhere to be found, he draped his own shirt over you and smiled at the sight of the fabric nearly swallowing you whole. Azriel pulled you into his arms and you rested your head on his chest like you belonged there all along. Despite the wind howling outside, you no longer felt its cold sting. The shadowsinger’s warmth and wings cocooned you in his safety. 

You yawned. “Goodnight, Azriel.” 

Azriel presses a kiss to your cheek, enveloping you into his arms. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” 

The banging at the door is the first thing that greeted you the next morning. The second thing was Azriel’s sleeping form. The shadowsinger had an arm draped over your stomach, his naked chest rising and falling as he snored. You could’ve watched him all day if it weren’t for the repeated, aggressive knocks echoing throughout the room. 

“Get your ass up, Az. You promised you’d train with me this morning.” 

Azriel opened one eye, groaned, and pulled you closer to him. “If we ignore him, maybe he’ll go away,” he says in a gravelly morning voice that sounded so incredibly sexy that it nearly sent your heart into a cardiac arrest.

“This is Cassian we’re talking about. He once eavesdropped outside your door for a whole hour because he thought you had a female over.” 

The pout on his lips was so adorable you wanted to kiss it off. Gods, what the hell was this male turning you into? 

“Well, I do have a female over right now and I much prefer her company over training with my brother.” 

Another bang. “I can hear you in there. I know you’re awake.” 

You snorted. “I can get rid of him if you want.” 

Azriel propped his head up in one hand, surveying you carefully. “As amazing as last night was, I don’t want to force you into anything you’re not ready for. If you want to wait to tell the others, I would completely understand.” 

With the way Azriel was looking at you, it was almost like he was shyly asking you if you truly meant what you said last night. This soft, nervous side of him was entirely new to you, but you could already tell that you’d grow to like it. 

“When have I ever done anything that I didn’t want to?” you ask with amusement. “It’s sweet, Az and I appreciate it, but this is our friends we’re talking about. They’re the biggest group of busybodies to ever grace this realm. Besides, I’m not one to keep secrets. I’m all in if you are.” 

Azriel breaks out into a smile, genuine and tender, just for you. He places a chaste kiss on your lips. “I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge, especially if it’s you. I’m all in too, sweetheart.” 

You grin. “Good, because I’m about to kick Cassian’s ass for waking us up so godsdamned early.” 

The shadowsinger leans back, watching as you pad across the room. The cold air bites at your bare legs, but Azriel’s shirt kept the rest of your body warm. Swearing, you fling the door wide open while Cassian nearly stumbles over the threshold. 

“What the hell do you want, Cas?” 

“I- you -“ His gaze quickly scans over you. At his brother’s shirt covering your body. At Azriel’s dark head peeking out under the covers. The gears in his mind seemed to put the pieces together as he let out a hoot. “Fucking finally!” 

He flags someone down in the hallway. Mor and Amren peek their heads into the room, a smile breaking out on both of your friend’s faces.

“You owe me twenty gold marks, boy,” Amren states. 

“Well technically, Feyre’s guess was the most accurate,” Mor supplies. 

As if summoned by her words, the High Lord and High Lady strolled past. Rhysand’s brows disappeared into his hair line as he took you in. Beside him, Feyre’s eyes widened before she dragged Nesta into the fold. 

“I told you I was right.” 

Nesta groaned, grumbling under her breath about losing twenty golden marks to her youngest sister. 

“You guys bet on this?” you ask incredulously, half offended that your friends were this invested into your love life. 

“Oh, please,” Nesta says with a roll of her eyes. “You two reeked of sexual tension. It was inevitable. The fact that it took you this long is the only surprising thing about this whole situation.” 

“Kinda reminds me of us, Nes,” Cassian says with a grin.

Nesta shakes her head, but you clocked the fond smile on her face. 

“Get a room, you two,” Rhys teases playfully. 

“Save it, Rhys. You and my High Lady were just as unbearable during your honeymoon phase,” Mor shoots back. 

You place a hand on your hip, shaking your head in disbelief. “Are we done having this fucked up little gathering?” 

Azriel saunters up beside you, his tousled hair sticking up in a dozen different directions. Shadows twirl into your hair while he casually drapes an arm over your shoulder. 

“Can we take a rain check, Cas? We’re a little busy.” 

The Illyrian general’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he nods. “Of course, brother. You two look like you need the rest.” 

Rolling your eyes, you shot Cassian a vulgar gesture. The rest of your friends snickered, attempting to hide their beaming smiles at the sight of you and Azriel side by side. You simply shut the door on your nosy friends, knowing that they would undoubtedly hound you for details later. 

As you turned around, Azriel pressed your back into the door, taking you completely off guard as he kissed you hungrily. You kissed back with fervent passion, smiling against his mouth while he hoisted you in the air. Wrapping your legs around his midsection, Azriel kept a steady grip on your waist while he peppered kisses onto your cheeks.

"What was that for?"

Azriel shrugs. "Just saying good morning."

You chuckled, tangling your arms behind his neck and kissing him once more. "Good morning."

Azriel responds by lifting you in his arms bridal style as though you weighed nothing. He discarded you into the bed with ease, pinning him underneath you once more. You giggle, kissing the tip of his nose and reveling in the peace and quiet. It was ironic to think that mere hours ago, Azriel was complaining about sharing this exact room with you. 

Now, he kissed you deeply, awakening every nerve in your body. With his body pressed flush against yours, Azriel smiled. 

“Now where were we, sweetheart?”

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It takes a moment for Eddie to realise the slightly strange tone is a joke and he makes a strangled strange noise, not quite a laugh.

“Jeez, fuck. That’s not funny.”

“No, it’s not.” Billy’s voice still sounds wrong, full of gravel and choking dust. Even with dying, with being stuck here, with whatever is happening, the strangest thing is still Billy standing in front of Eddie like a stray dog begging for scraps. Eddie wonders if offering kindness might get him bitten, just the same, but-

“Are you-” Billy’s tongue flashes over his bottom lip, brief and- nervous? “Can I stay?”

Eddie feels the loneliness that eats away at him in the pit of his stomach. The answer is yes, before he opens his mouth it’s yes. Because even if Billy is a feral thing, likely to bite, Eddie would give anything to feel something other than that loneliness. And one look at the hollowed-out blue of Billy’s eyes tells him that Billy knows that feeling even more intimately.

It might have been a week, maybe more, maybe less. But Billy died a year ago, more even. And if he’s been alone here all that time- if Eddie had been alone here all that time, he might’ve looked like a ghost too.

Uhhhh…. Billy and Eddie aren’t dead. They’re just stuck in the Upside-Down. Catch me doodling scenes from my own fic? 🙈

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Mark Me

Beelzebub x MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: Submissive kink, light domination kink, mentioning of bruises, mild nsfw, 16+

You've learned a few things about Beelzebub since your arrival in the Devildom. He loves to eat anything and everything, sometimes literally, he is a lot calmer than most of his brothers, sensible and level-headed, he's protective and reliable, he's dedicated to his sports and training, and he has strength that matches his muscular build.

That particular detail excited you a lot.

You have a submissive kink. You won't deny that. You're just shy about admitting it. Despite your hesitance about mentioning it, Beel naturally has a pressure to his touches and handling when he holds you that you're oh-so fine with.

Neither of you have done much aside from vanilla stuff, kisses and cuddles and a hungry makeout round against a wall or few. The way his hands simultaneously melded with yours and immobilized your arms sends a delicious shiver down your back every time you thought back on the moments.

Beel had just left you in a stupefied daze, your head light from lack of oxygen, as you stumbled back to your room before any of his brothers could see you in such a disarrayed state

Normally, you weren't so winded by the intensity of your canoodling sessions, but then again, you're the one that usually instigated them. Beel had startled you when he had clamped onto you from behind, spun you around, and pressed you against the closest surface, a space between two oversized paintings in the stairwell.

He took any words out of your mouth, along with your air, and swallowed them as he began placing a too light yet sweet kiss on your lips. He peppered quick pecks on your cheeks, the shallow part of your temples, and the curve of your jawline before resuming the kiss on your parted lips more fervently.

The tight grip that Beel had on your hips was possessive and made your body feel hypersensitive. You clutched onto his arms, even though you had no chance of crumpling to the ground, and returned the passionate kiss, feeling the warmth of Beel's mouth and tongue pass down your throat and twist into a simmering knot in the pit of your stomach.

A sudden ping brought you back to the moment, fuzzy-headed and annoyed. His phone pinged again. The air that rushed in between your heated bodies as Beel pulled away to check his D.D.D. was like a splash of cold water, and you became further frustrated when he took a step back and turned to leave.

"Oh, it was my turn to do shopping for dinner. Sorry, MC. If I don't go now Lucifer will be mad."

That was how he left you. He sprung a surprise attack on you, then left just as quickly. You were more discombobulated than needy, so you decided to just return to your room to relax before joining the brothers for dinner later that evening.

It was a fuss like usual when Beel was the one on cooking duty. You could hear the commotion from the kitchen, and you knew either dinner was going to be late or you would be ordering take out again. After an hour passed, famished and tired of waiting at the table, the proposal to eat out was brought up. You weren't entirely up for going to a restaurant, but the majority voted yes, so you didn't have much choice. You were the last to walk out, lingering behind the brothers.

As you stepped a foot over the threshold of the doorway, you felt a sudden force around your waist and you were pulled back into the House of Lamentation, the door closing firmly in front of you. You noticed the familiar hold from the firm yet gentle hug, and you let out a shaky breathe you had unconsciously sucked in.

You were going to have to put a bell on this boy, because this was the second time he had caught you off guard way too easily. You were confused, though, because you were sure you had seen Beel be the first one out the door.

Twisting as best as you could to see him, Beel had a soft blush on his cheeks and his eyes avoided yours. When you asked him what he was doing, he admitted that while he was kinda hungry, it wasn't necessarily for food.

You assumed he had filled up mostly from the food meant for dinner, otherwise he never would have turned down a trip to Hell's Kitchen. It was a gracious turn of events that you weren't going to pass up though!

After you pried yourself from his embrace, you sheepishly tugged him to your room. It wasn't too long before he had picked up where he had abandoned his earlier encounter with you, now on your bed. His height completely submerged you in his shadow before he leaned down and started placing hungry kisses on your neck and collarbone.

The heat in your stomach reignited when you felt his hand slip under your shirt, his hot skin against yours causing you to shudder in response.

You felt Beel lift your shirt higher, tugging it under your weight, and you paused him long enough to remove the clothing entirely, allowing him complete access to your upper body. He had just started a fresh trail of kisses down you chest when you felt him shift above you, leaving an absence of his warmth, and you opened your eyes to see that, no, he hadn't left, but he was more interested in your left hip. You looked down to see what had caught his interest.

On your side were fresh bruises that you hadn't noticed before, most definitely from the tight grasp Beel had held you with from earlier. He'd never left a mark on you before. Beel had been careful about his touches and strength whenever he got a bit rough.

If you had known you had bruises you would have revered them in awe and adoration. You felt tingles of excitement shoot through your nerves that set off your arousal more as you studied the sizes and shapes. The bruises were like fingerprints on your skin, like Beel had accidentally claimed you as his. Despite your excitement over these bruises, you noticed a regretful expression on his face, and it donned on you Beel wasn't finding these marks as interesting as you.

You touched Beel's arm to get his attention. You saw the unmerited guilt the moment your eyes locked. He opened his mouth, probably to start an apology, but you cut him off before he could say anything. You explained to him that you hadn't even felt anything to indicate that he had done anything to you. The fact that you had been "injured" was news to you as well. You reassured him that he hadn't done anything wrong with a soft kiss.

His worried frown relaxed gradually, but his gaze went back to your hip, rubbing his thumb over the brown-bluish spots before leaning down and kissing your pelvis. His lips sent a shockwave into your nerves that sent an irrepressible tremble through your body.

"I was worried I hurt you with the way I grabbed you earlier. I'm glad you're not hurt, MC."

You couldn't help the smile that spread on your lips, and you brought his face back to yours, caressing a hand behind his neck. "You can be as rough with me as you want, Beel. I want you to mark me as yours."

There was a moment that passed as you felt your cheeks burn from the admission and Beel's wide-eyed stare, and in the next moment Beel roughly pinned you against your bed and kissed you, deeper and more intensely than any prior kisses. It was like a switch had been flipped, and you stumbled to keep up with his sudden intensity.

Hopefully no one needed you for the rest of the night, because Beel was most likely not to let you go.

#this is an old fic i did last year for Beel's birthday #but i didn't like how it read so I tried editing it and sprucing it up #i still don't like it #the urge to just delete it is really strong #obey me #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel x mc #obey me beelzebub x mc #obey me smut #jess writes

[gracegrove]

TW 70s era use of the word "queer"

Neil Hargrove doing a very working-class thing by volun-telling Billy that he will be spending his summer as a 14-year-old doing hard manual labor on a job site with some random ass uncle he didn't even know he had until one morning over dry Cheerios.

Neil drops him off at Uncle Matt's in Anaheim with a backpack and a duffel bag. See ya in September. "Don't cause your uncle any trouble," he warned with a thick grip on the shoulder before he took off for the interstate.

Billy stared at the man with hard eyes, his arms crossed in defiance. "You're not my real Uncle..."

The man chortled, ash sprinkling from the thick cigar chomped in his teeth. "Ya think so, tough guy?" He chuckled some more, waving for Billy to come inside.

Uncle Matt was a large man, as wide as he was tall. The furniture groaned when he sat down, casually kicking off his work boots and shrugging out of his suspenders as he picked up the can of beer from the side table.

"So Willy..." "It's Billy." Uncle Matt gave him a toothy grin. "Billy," he corrected, "Ya ever work a day in yer life?"

Billy sat on the corner of the couch, as the man took a long sip from his Coors. "Kinda. I mow lawns n' stuff."

Matt chuckled, "Ya ain't gonna be mowing no fucking lawns here! This is gonna be hardass work kid. Best get some sleep now..."

Billy rolled his eyes and headed off to the bedroom he was given.

After the first month, Billy and Uncle Matt fell into a routine. Matt's wind-up alarm clock was grating and shrill enough to wake Billy before Matt got two extra snores in at sunrise. The pair shared toast, eggs, and Folger's instant before heading out to the job site.

Billy's hands had gotten rough and calloused. Blistered and scabbed over more times than he could count.

"Hey Billy!" Matt called out over the ending shift horn. Billy slung the hammer in his grip onto the loop of his jeans and began climbing down the ladder. "Yah?"

"We're gonna have some company over tonight for dinner. My bookkeeper, Dan. So play nice." Billy smiled wryly. "I always play nice."

Things seemed a bit odd when dinnertime began rolling around. Uncle Matt was combing and carefully parting his hair in the mirror and was that the stench of aftershave on his beard?

Also for the first time in his life, Billy discovered what a tablecloth looked like as Matt carefully smoothed it across the dining room table. Billy crinkled his nose in suspicion, "Dan's a woman."

Matt barked out a laughed. "You're a hoot kid! Wait till Dan hears that!"

The doorbell rang and Matt stood up straight, smoothing his shirt. "Billy, can you set the plates out while I get the door?" Billy squinted at him, as the man hurried out of the room.

Peeking his head around the corner Billy snuck a glance at their guest.

Dan was not what Billy was expecting and he certainly wasn't a woman either. Dan was an average man of average height. He had shaggy brown hair and a thick mustache to boot. His face was set with round thick-rimmed glasses. What was so special about Dan that they had to have dinner with him?

The men hugged at the door, the embrace uncharacteristic of how Billy believed men should act around each other. They regarded each other warmly. "I'm so glad you came," Matt said quietly. "Me too. I've missed you."

Scurrying back, Billy quickly set the table and sat down, his heart thundering. He suddenly felt like he shouldn't be here. Like he was now a part of a horrible secret.

"Billy, this is Dan." Matt introduced as they entered the room. Billy awkwardly rose from his chair, weakly shaking his hand. "H-hey."

"Why don't you two have a seat and I'll fetch the chow, huh?" Matt said happily, a hand on Dan's shoulder.

"Oh, I'll help!" Billy forcibly stated, rushing into the kitchen.

Matt raised an eyebrow, "Ok..."

In the kitchen, Billy was nervously wringing his hands around a hot pad as Matt entered. "Are you a queer?" he blurted out, regretting it in an instant.

Matt set down the crockery he had set to take in. "I am Billy. Does that make you uncomfortable?"

Billy twisted the hot pad back and forth in his hands, "I... – I don't know. It's like..." He was struggling, his nose scrunching and his eyes watering up. "You're... you're not supposed to."

Uncle Matt ripped a paper towel off the rack and handed it to Billy. "It's okay tough guy, you don't gotta figure it all out right now. If you wanna have dinner in your room you can."

Billy shook his head, blowing his nose loudly. "But you made all this, and... you're real nice, and... –"

"... a damned queer." Matt added with a deadpan delivery. "Just don't tell your father, he'd have a heart attack."

Billy laughed.

"Now c'mon. Chow's gettin' cold."

#i know benny is usually the bear mentor #but what if... #70s style bear? #70s style disco-ish nerd #the chronicles of adolescent billy #billy #billy hargrove #ficlet #Jess writes

[notsocooljess]

Glances

Hi everyone! I literally have not used this blog in about 100 years, but I have been lurking on tumblr since rereading THG series a few months ago, and I have been inspired to write Everlark fanfics. I am kind of proud of my first one and would like for it to get some more traction on AO3, so I'm posting it here. I'm not sure what I want this blog to be or where I see it going, but for now it will be used to cross-post fics as I write them.

Here's a snippet of my writing. Link to the finished one shot is at the end. Hope you enjoy it! (If you do, I'm currently writing a longer piece) :)

Glances

His father points her out to him, an introduction paired with a story of a love once lost. He takes in her hair, two braids falling down her back, and her outfit, a simple red plaid dress. Both spin with her as she twirls and laughs with glee, her hand clutching her father’s finger as they walk - dance - along the school yard to the entrance way.

He cannot look away.

When she stops spinning, her eyes find his, and she meets him with a big smile, which he returns with his own. He wants to run to her, to welcome her, but soon she’s twirling through the front doors.

Later, in music class, when the girl eagerly says her name, Katniss, and volunteers to sing The Valley Song, he perks up at the chance to hear her voice. He listens and knows he's a goner. And when she sings, he locks his eyes on her, but hers are too lost in song to meet his in reply.

—

Her stomach rumbles, and she pulls out her rucksack with her lunch. Some fresh picked berries and a squirrel leg courtesy of her father, and a cold porridge from her mother. It’s nothing special, but she knows she can’t be picky, so she’s grateful nonetheless.

No matter how grateful she is, however, she cannot help but notice the boy in her class’s lunch - the one she sees look her way on occasion. He has a hearty piece of bread and a thermos full of stew. To finish it off, he has one perfect cookie, cut into the shape of a star. As he bites into it, she notes how the delicately piped blue frosting perfectly matches the color of his eyes.

She has to force herself to drop her gaze.

To keep reading, go here.

#everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #mywriting #the hunger games #canon compliant #one shot #everlark one shot #jess writes

[jesslockwood]

Detecting The Haunted

Pairing : Anthony Lockwood x Fem!Ex-detective!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, death, blood, gore, basically things that are in the Lockwood and co series (individual chapters will have more specific warnings)

Summary: Y/n a now ex-detective, had always been warned by her father never to become an agent. But in desperate times and having to take desperate measures, Lockwood and co convinces her to stay due to them seemingly being her only current option, even though she has to live with the one and only, Anthony bloody Lockwood who she can't seem to get past loathing.

Main Masterlist

Chapters

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three coming soon...

#save lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #renew lockwood and co #anthony lockwood x reader #Anthony Lockwood fic #Anthony Lockwood fanfic #Anthony Lockwood fanfiction #Anthony Lockwood fan fiction #lockwood and co #Lockwood and co fic #lockwood and co fanfic #jess writes

[spnandtvdudeservedbetter]

Let you go

Elijah Mikaelson x reader: season two amidst hayley being a hybrid/ and the wolves being led by finn.  Basically Elijah and y/n are together, the Mikaelsons are ambushed by Finn and his wolves, y/n gets hurt and Elijah reprimands her, before deciding she’d be safer without him. 

The door slammed behind him as Elijah followed me into our shared room, a shaky sigh left my lips as I turned to him. 

“Elijah, I am fine nothing happened.” 

“I know that you are fine, my love but you could’ve been killed.” He countered. 

“So what do you want me to do? Stand and let the people I love get hurt.” I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I turned to him. 

He was closer than I’d originally thought, his face now mere inches from mine. 

“I cannot- will not lose you to your own devices, nor will I allow you to get caught in the crossfire.” His voice rasped as he looked into my eyes. 

“Despite what you may think Elijah, I can defend myself. You taught me, you allowed this.” I said, brushing past him. 

He caught my arm in his iron grip, I twisted my arm away, releasing myself from him swiftly. 

He gripped my arms in a blink of an eye, pushing me to the wall behind us. 

“Elijah?” 

He released his grip on me, placing a bruising kiss onto my lips. 

 He broke away, his hands now cradling my head in his hands, the look in his eyes now softer; “ I don’t want to lose you, not because of myself and not because of my family.” 

“Elijah, if you’re about to do what I think you’re about -“ 

He placed his thumb on my lips to silence me, “You will pack all of your things and forget me and my family until I find you again, my love.”

A tear ran down my cheek, as I looked at the man in front of me. Blinking, I turned away and began packing my things. I watched as the man walked out of the room never to be seen again.

#Jess's works #jess writes #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #the originals #the vampire diaries #the originals x reader #mikaelson x reader

[betterthanthemovies]

i stg boys of tommen has simultaneously destroyed my heart and stitched it back together 😭

#boys of tommen #binding 13 #keeping 13 #saving 6 #redeeming 6 #taming 7 #johnnyshannon #joeyaoife #gibsieclaire #jess writes

[writercole]

Coming Soon

To a dash near you -

Jake manip by @fuckyeahhangman Jake & Bradley to be written by @imjess-themess

The Daggers are a punk rock band whose members find love in varying ways. Each of their stories will be different but will also overlap. Expect to see other characters such as Billy 'Fritz' Avalone, Pete Mitchell, and Beau Simpson.

#cole writes #jess writes #simone creates #cole creates

[slafkovskys]

whats lukes reaction to finding out its twins and who tells him?

“i- i thought you were joking,” luke stares at the photo on his dad’s phone. after being practically bed ridden for three days, he was sent home from the road trip and was very blatantly told to ‘have his shit together’ by the time the team returned. once ellen found out, she sent jim to new jersey, unwilling to leave her new grandchildren. “i- two babies.”

“they’re healthy. drew was six pounds 7 ounces and wren was 6.2, which sounds small, but because they’re twins it’s pretty normal,” he says when luke’s face turns alarmed. “your mom called me after she got to meet them and wren gave me a little smile when i talked to her. drew just doesn’t look pleased about anything right now.”

“and she, she’s okay, too?”

“tired. resting. giving birth to one child is hard enough, much less two. she won’t let the nurses take them out of the room and quinn says drew will only heard onto her finger, momma’s boy already,” jim has such a fond smile. “they’re perfect.”

luke rubs his hands against his pants, unable to take his eyes off the picture, “you should be there, with them.”

“i’m flying out once i know that you’re okay. you’re my child too, luke, even when you have your head in your ass,” jim sighs, swiping to another picture of the babies, this time with a sleepy looking angel staring down at them so lovingly. “i’m serious. you can’t tell your mom that i showed you any of this.”

“i won’t,” he knows his dad is only showing him in an attempt to dull the ache in his chest. knowing that they were healthy and she had had a safe delivery only helps a little bit. he was still thousands of miles away, learning of the news through pictures he wasn’t supposed to see. he chuckles, “she looks just like him.”

“oh, jack hasn’t shut up about it since they were born. mom said angel came up with something like, ‘they’ve got quinn’s birthday and jack’s face so the boys could be even.’”

luke looks at his dad then, “does quinn care…”

he trails off not finishing the question how he wants to. he wants to know if quinn is bothered by the fact that the twins were so obviously jack’s. he wants to know if angel is bothered by it. he gets his answer when his dad silently swipes his finger to show a video. he presses play and he hears his mom’s voice:

“okay and who do we have here?”

quinn’s got his hands shoved into his pockets and a beanie on his head. jack’s missing from the video, but luke can faintly hear his voice in the background. his oldest brother chuckles slightly, staring down at the baby in the clear bassinet, “katherine quinn hughes.”

“and who are you?” his mother teased.

there’s a pride in quinn’s eyes as he utters his next words unlike anything luke had never seen before, “im her dad.”

#hughes bros x angel #jess writes

[theostrophywife]

need to know.

(rhysand/cassian/azriel x reader) author's note: i would like to preface this by saying that i have no idea what came over me when i wrote this. it's truly unhinged. please enjoy. warning: this is just 10k of pure filth and a foursome with the bat boys. the smut in this made me question my whole existence. summary: rhysand, cassian, and azriel have shared plenty of things in the past, but their friendship is put to the test when all three of them get down and dirty in the same room.

You weren’t quite sure how you managed to find yourself sandwiched between the two Illyrian warriors while Cassian thrusts into your mouth as you rode Azriel’s face, all while the future High Lord of the Night Court pumps himself at the sight of you getting absolutely obliterated by his brothers, but with your mouth stuffed and sex full, you had no room to complain. Not that you had any intention to.

After all, you wholeheartedly agreed to the proposition that put you in this compromising position in the first place. As Rhysand sends you a wink from across the room, you made a mental note to thank the smug bastard later.

The predicament you were currently in was odd to say the least, especially since you initially started the night thinking that you’d be stumbling into one Illyrian male’s bed and not all three at once. Perhaps the faerie wine had gone straight to your head, but even without the effects of the alcohol, you were already expecting Rhysand’s visit to turn into a marathon of the filthiest, kinkiest sex that you’ve been craving for months. 

It wasn’t very often that Rhys was in town and while you’ve had plenty of lovers before him, none of the males or females you’d invited into your bed were nearly as good as the heir of night, so you made the most of it every time he was allowed to take a break from his rigorous training. Thought you hadn't explicitly discussed becoming exclusive, you knew that neither one of you sought the pleasure of anyone else, but that meant enduring weeks and sometimes months on end without being properly fucked.

Needless to say, it wasn’t even an hour into the night and Rhys had already taken you inside the bathroom of a seedy tavern and again in the dark alley outside before you finally made your way back to the cabin. As Rhysand winnows you to the remote area of the Illyrian mountains, the two of you drunkenly stumble through the door while his tongue slides against yours. With his wicked mouth dipping between your breasts, the dim light glowing through the window didn’t even register as he effortlessly hikes your legs around his waist.

You giggle as Rhys knocks over a lamp on your way to his room, knowing full well that his mother would never let him hear the end of it when she discovers yet another piece of furniture broken by the rowdy winged males occupying her cabin. The thought lingers for a brief second before you busy yourself with sucking on Rhysand’s neck, making his violet eyes roll back into his head. 

“Keep doing that and I’ll have no choice but to take you right here in this hallway,” the Illyrian male groans into your ear. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” 

Rhysand smirks. There wasn’t a surface in this cabin that he hasn’t already taken you on. “I’ve missed you, kitten.” 

You chuckle in response. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you were beginning to grow a heart.”

He grinds his erection into your backside, nearly taking out the painting behind you as your back presses against the wall. “That’s not the only thing growing on me, darling”

“Do me a favor and put that smart mouth of yours to good use. Preferably between my legs.” 

The dark chuckle that emanates from his lips is full of promise as he nudges you towards the door. He pauses for a brief second, violet eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “It seems as though we’re not the only ones occupying the cabin.”

You crane your neck over his shoulder, noting the soft light flooding the hallway from underneath his closed door. From within the room, the sound of a familiar moan followed by a creaking mattress fills the entire cabin as you stifle a laugh. 

“Is that…Cas?” you ask incredulously. 

Rhys nods. “My brother seems to be in the midst of entertaining a female.” The sharp smack of a chair toppling over joins the creaking before sensual groans echo in tandem with Cassian’s grunts.

For the second time that night, surprise blooms on his handsome face. “I stand corrected. Both of my brothers appear to be engaged in illicit activities in my room.”

You shrug. “Like you said, it’s your room. I’m not missing out on sex just because you Illyrians can’t seem to keep it in your pants. Besides, it’s nothing that Cas and Az haven’t seen before.” 

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” The utterly wicked smirk that curls through Rhysand’s lips makes you shiver with anticipation. “Try not to be too loud, darling. I wouldn’t want to show off in front of our guests.”

“You’re a cocky bastard, Rhysand.”

The heir of night grins. “Maybe so, but you love it.”

Ignoring the fluttering in your stomach, you playfully roll your eyes and tug at the nape of Rhysand’s neck. “Shut up and kiss me already.”

He only laughs at your aggressiveness, loving every second of the back and forth banter between you. “So needy for me. I suppose everyone else in this cabin will just have to endure you moaning my name over and over again. Though my brothers should be used to it by now."

Though he wasn't technically wrong since you were sure that Cassian and Azriel were more than familiar with the rather loud nature of sex with Rhysand entailed, you still took it as a challenge to wipe that smug smirk off his face. With a wicked grin, your hand dips down the front of his trousers, palming his erection through the fabric. Rhys practically purrs into your mouth as you slide your tongue between his parted lips. Those violet eyes of his darken with lust as you pull away to give him a shit eating grin.

“It seems to me that you’re the needy one, Rhysie.”

“Fuck,” Rhys growls as his cock tightens at the front of his pants. “Have I already told you how much I’ve missed you?”

“Yes, but you know I’ve always been a visual learner.”

With a chuckle, Rhys kicks the door open with you still in his arms. Through a heavy lidded gaze, you vaguely made out the shape of wings flaring across the room. Cassian grins at you from underneath the covers, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he disappears beneath the sheets. The only indication that he was still there was the moans echoing off of the pretty nymph’s lips as her back arches off the mattress. 

From across the room, Azriel rolls his eyes and gives you a brief nod. The petite pixie on his lap was currently latched onto his neck, lips forming a hot, wet trail down the column of his throat. Shrouded by shadows, the golden glow of the shadowsinger’s eyes settle over you while his brother discards you onto one of the three mattresses lining the spacious room. You felt a shiver snake down your spine at the hunger in Azriel’s eyes, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it as Rhysand looms above you. 

To anyone else, the current situation would’ve seemed peculiar, but you were comfortable enough around each winged warrior to not give a single fuck that you were all simultaneously having sex within the same vicinity. After all, the first time you met Cassian and Azriel, they had accidentally walked in on Rhysand eating you out in this very room. It seemed like ages ago when you first went home with the future High Lord after a few drinks and flirtatious comments at Rita’s. That fateful night when he took you back to the cabin was the start of your friends with benefits arrangement with Rhys and it’s been going strong ever since. 

Without warning, Rhysand pulls you by the ankles, pinning you beneath his toned body as he pulls the comforter over the both of you. While you were busy ogling his brothers, he’s already wriggled out of his trousers, discarding them to the side of the bed where it fell onto the floor. You eagerly help him out of his shirt, mouth watering at the feel of his chiseled abs beneath your fingers. On your left side, you could feel Azriel’s blatant stare as you lick Rhysand’s six pack, tasting a mixture of rain, salt, and citrus on your tongue. His sensual laughter awakens goosebumps upon your skin. 

“Someone’s a bit eager, aren’t they?” Rhysand nips at your neck, dragging his teeth along your soft skin. “If your intention is to devour me, all you have to do is ask. You know I’m not in the business of denying you, kitten.” 

Gods, you forgot how much you loved the filth that seemed to flow so elegantly out of Rhysand’s mouth. You trace the tattoos inked upon his golden brown skin with your tongue, fingers tangling through his dark hair as you pull him down by the nape of his neck. 

“I want to taste every inch of you, Rhysand. I don’t care if it takes all night.”

The guttural sound that crawls up his throat makes you chuckle with delight. This was always his favorite part. As silver tongued as he was, Rhysand still couldn’t believe he found someone who enjoyed dirty talk as much as he did. You matched his energy word for word and he loved every second of it. 

Cassian seems to share the sentiment as he perks his head up from between his companion’s legs and smirks at you. The arousal that it ignites in your core turns your hands into wandering extensions of yourself as you pull Rhys down to you, kissing him so fiercely that your teeth clash against his mouth as you eagerly bite down on his bottom lip. 

Whatever control Rhys had slips as he rips open the bodice of your dress. In one swift movement, he slips the entire thing right off of you and finally makes good use of that smart mouth of his. Wet, sloppy kisses cover your exposed breasts before Rhysand takes a nipple between his lips, sucking and swirling at the sensitive peak with expert precision. Your back arches off the mattress as a moan makes its way past your parted lips. 

The two males on either side of you paid more attention than they should, hazel gazes locking onto your writhing form. Rhysand grins against your skin, violet eyes drinking in every moan and whine he was eliciting out of you. 

Looks like we’ve got an audience, Rhys teases within your mind. Shall we give my brothers a show? 

You gave him a slight nod, smirking as you flip positions. With you on top and straddling his lap, you had a perfect view of Rhysand’s handsome face as you pushed back his raven locks, sweeping the light sheen of sweat coating his golden brown skin. 

Locking your legs on either side of his hips, Rhysand leans back on the pillows, an arrogant smirk gracing his features while he throws his arms behind his head. You playfully rolls your eyes before sinking down onto his cock, grinning with absolute satisfaction while he groans at the wetness of your cunt coating his length. 

“Godsfuckingdamn,” Rhys hisses as his large hands grip the side of your hips. His fingertips imprint against your skin hard enough to bruise, but neither of you cared. The euphoric feeling of Rhysand filling you to the brim makes you moan in ecstasy. "So fucking perfect."

You rake your fingernails over the marks on his chest, slowly rocking your hips back and forth in a steady rhythm. Rhysand palms your bouncing tits, taking the opportunity to wrap his lips around them as stars wink into existence within that sultry violet gaze. The imagery of his mouth circling your nipple while he pinches the other with his free hand is enough to make you want to cum right then and there. Rhysand looks up at you through thick, dark lashes as you ride him with reckless abandon. You brace your hands onto his shoulders and continue grinding on his cock while you tilt your head back in pure bliss. 

Across the room, Cassian growls as your eyes meet. His large hands grip the nymph’s waist as he takes her from behind, matching the rhythm of his thrusts to the same tempo that you were currently riding Rhysand with. His partner cries out in pleasure as he fucks her into the mattress, but the grin he shot your way was all for you. 

You blush as your gaze takes you to the opposite side of the room. Azriel’s heated gaze was locked on yours as the pixie kneels before him, taking his entire length into her pretty little mouth. The moan that slips past the shadowsinger’s lips makes you quiver. Azriel smirks, fisting the female’s hair into his hands while she chokes on his cock. Shadows pulse around them as Azriel hits the back of her throat again and again. He quirks a brow in your direction while he thrusts into her mouth. A silent challenge. 

That suggestive gesture spurs you to bounce even faster as Rhysand sits upright, his hand fitting around the hollow of your throat like a custom necklace. Your mouth gapes open as you gasp for air and the heir of night prods his tongue inside, swallowing the moans crawling up your throat. When he pulls away, Rhys is grinning from ear to ear. 

Showing off, are we? He purrs into your thoughts. 

“I can’t help it,” you respond out loud. “You feel so fucking good, daddy.” 

Rhysand growls in response. The nickname unleashes the animalistic instinct within him as he quickly flips you over, rutting into you at a relentless pace until you’re nothing but a whining, writhing mess underneath him. You’re panting as Rhys slowly pulls out of you before slamming his hips against yours, hitting that sweet spot that has you crying out his name. 

“Fuck, Rhys,” you moan. “I’m so close.” 

He alternates between shallow grinds and deep thrusts, making you whine in desperation. 

“I don't recall you asking for my permission, darling."

Sweat coats your temples as you look up at that smug smirk. “Can I please cum on your cock, daddy?"

Rhys answers by plunging into you faster, his pace quick and sloppy while he drives you to the edge. By the third or fourth thrust, your toes were curling as the orgasm rocked your entire body. With your back arching off the bed and your walls contracting around his cock with an ironclad grip, Rhysand groans as his own release fills you to the brim. His seed trickles down your leg, the last of his spurts spilling out of you while he rolls onto his back. 

Making good on his promise, Rhys puts his wicked lips to work as he devours your pussy, sucking and swirling while your fingers tangle through his hair. The teasing kitten licks intensifies your orgasm and even more so when he picks up the pace and expertly flicks his tongue against your clit. Before long, you’re nothing but a whining, panting mess as you squirt into Rhysand’s mouth. The arousal dripping out of you like honey makes the male grin against your skin as he kisses his way up to your mouth. The taste of you coats his mouth while his tongue prods into yours, his arms snaking around your waist as he pulls you into his lap, kissing you so deeply and purposefully as though he couldn’t get enough.

“As much as I love eating that pretty pussy of yours, this is what I missed most,” Rhys says in between kisses. “You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, darling. I think about kissing you all the time.”

Despite the mind boggling sex, Rhysand’s words are what makes your cheeks flush. Kissing is such a deeply intimate act, arguably more than any of the endless positions and kinks that you often tried with one another, which made his declaration that much more impactful. You respond by kissing him slowly, taking your time as you savor his taste. The familiar scent of citrus and the sea makes your head spin as you continue exploring his mouth with your tongue. Gods, you’d missed this. Missed this male more than you cared to admit.

Rather than saying the words, you relish the feel of him underneath your fingertips, savoring the taste that inexplicably wove you under his hypnotizing spell, and showing him all the emotions you can’t put into words as you kiss him like your immortal life depends on it. Minutes pass before either one of you open your eyes again, blissfully fucked out and euphoric.

“You’re probably my favorite person, Rhys.” The Illyrian male smiles as you cup his cheek. Not a smirk, but an actual smile - one that lights up his entire face. Rhysand has always been devastatingly beautiful, but even the stars would be envious of the sight of his genuine smile. “Though if you repeat that to anyone else, I’ll vehemently deny it.”

He chuckles, kissing your temple. “You’re my favorite too, darling.” Rhysand’s gentle smile curves into something more seductive. “Though I may have a proposition for you that’ll earn me a permanent spot.”

You raise a brow, intrigued. When you look around the room, you’re surprised to see that you were the only ones left. You tried not to dwell on the disappointment washing over you at the absence of Cassian and Azriel. 

“Did we scare the others away?”  

Rhysand raises a knowing brow, brushing the sweaty strands of hair clinging to your cheek. “Quite the opposite. My brothers left to escort their companions home. However, they were wondering if you might be open to playing with them when they return.” 

Despite the fact that your sensitive sex was still pulsating from the aftermath of sex with Rhysand, the proposition of three Illyrian males rolling between the sheets with you makes you throb with anticipation. Your arousal wafts up to Rhysand’s nose and a wicked grin spreads across his face. 

“I’ll take that as a yes, kitten.” His gaze darts towards the door. “Which is just as well because the eager bastards are waiting in the hall.” Rhys caresses your cheek. “Do me a favor and put them out of their misery. They’re dying to taste you.” 

You swallow thickly, voice low and raspy as you call out across the dark room. “Come in.” 

The door creaks open and Cassian and Azriel saunter in. They hover by the door with uncertainty as Rhysand chuckles. 

It seems that my brothers need encouraging, Rhys teases silently. Good thing you’re an expert on making males beg.

You smirk, crooking your finger at the Illyrian warriors staring you down. “I heard you two wanted to play. So who wants to go first? Cassian or Azriel?” 

Rhysand pulls you into his lap as his brothers loom by the edge of the bed. He toys with the inside of your thighs, spreading them open for Cassian and Azriel to see. “Don’t worry, boys. She most definitely bites.” 

The shadowsinger steps forward first and the sight of him crawling towards you will forever be burned within the abscesses of your mind. Calling Azriel beautiful seems like a gross understatement, but there was no other word fit to describe the male before you. You reach out to grab his scarred hand, pulling him towards you while you both fall backwards on the mattress. Rhys kisses the top of your forehead before perching himself onto the velvet settee in the middle of the room while inclining his head towards Cassian. He briefly nods, signaling his brother to join you.

It’s not long before Azriel’s mouth is on yours. His kisses are soft at first, tasting and testing, but they turn demanding as you take his bottom lip between your teeth. The shadowsinger gently shoves you back on the mattress, powerful wings flaring behind him in a show of dominance while he takes your face in his hands, slipping his wicked tongue past your parted lips. Azriel tastes different from Rhysand’s mint and whiskey flavor, but just as intoxicating. 

As you fist his hair between your fingers, Azriel slips his hand between your thighs, hissing when he finds you soaking the sheets. 

“Are you always this fucking wet or has my brother neglected to satisfy you?” the shadowsinger asks with a dark chuckle. 

Rhys growls from his seat. “Don’t get cocky now, Az. I’m sharing out of the goodness of my own heart, but I can just as easily revert back to being a selfish, territorial bastard."

You chuckle at their brotherly bickering. “Ignore him, Azriel. I’ll nurse his bruised ego later, but right now, I want to make you feel good. Where do you want me?” 

The grin on Azriel’s face was purely feral. “I want your dripping wet cunt on my tongue, angel.” 

Always the broody one out of his brothers, you almost didn’t recognize the power and authority exuding from the shadowsinger. The old saying was right. The quiet ones were always the kinkiest. 

You gladly oblige Azriel, bracing yourself on the foot of the bed while the male lies on his back. He guides your hips over his face while his shadows tie your ankles to the bedpost. 

“Hang on tight, princess,” was his only warning before he licks a stripe over your sex. 

The slew of curses that fall from your lips makes Azriel chuckle underneath you. His sensuous laughter vibrates between your legs as his marred hands clamp down onto the tops of your thighs. Sloppy wet kisses cover your loins before Azriel sucks harshly on your clit. The action makes you grind against the shadowsinger’s face, riding him like you rode Rhys earlier. 

“That’s right, angel,” Azriel coos below you. “Keep riding my face just like that.” 

The moan that slips past your mouth is swallowed by Cassian’s lips. You groan as he fists your hair into his hands, tilting your mouth up to his in a demanding kiss. The utter possessiveness he displays has the slickness growing wetter between your thighs and the ever so generous shadowsinger licks up every last drop of your arousal, his tongue moving in ways you weren’t even sure tongues could move. 

“I want to taste you, Cas,” you say huskily, tugging at the front of the Illyrian male’s breeches. When your gaze dips up to his eyes, your toes curl at the sheer lust burning within the male. 

“Your wish is my command,” Cassian responds with a smirk. He unbuckles the front of his breeches and his erect cock springs up towards his ridiculously muscled torso. 

Your mouth waters as he walks towards you, lips parting as Cassian swipes his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Open up, sweetheart.” 

In your dainty hands, Cassian’s length appears almost too big to take, but you welcome the challenge with newfound brazenness. Lounging lazily on his velvet chair as though it were a throne, Rhysand watches through heavy lids while he palms his erection in his hands as Azriel buries his tongue deep within you, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as you shamelessly grind against his mouth. The shadowsinger gives your ankle an encouraging squeeze as you lick the tip of Cassian’s cock. 

His precum coats your tongue with salt and musk as you grip his shaft, slowly pumping him into your mouth while the Illyrian cups your cheek. You lick up his shaft before taking all of Cassian between your lips. The male curses above you, hands fisting in your hair while you look up at him through your lashes. Drool collects at his groin while you sloppily suck him off, suctioning your cheeks tighter as Cassian thrusts against the back of your throat.

“Such a pretty little mouth,” Cassian declares with a groan. “I love the way your lips wrap around my cock.”

“Exquisite, isn’t she?” Rhys teases, mouth falling slack as he continues to pleasure himself to the sight of Cassian fucking your mouth while Azriel continues eating you out. 

Does this turn you on, kitten? Letting me watch while you suck Cassian’s cock and soak Azriel’s face with your arousal? 

You lower the mental shield within your mind, sending a message of your own. 

Don’t be jealous, Rhys. There’s plenty of me to go around.

The dark caress of his amused laughter echoes through your thoughts. 

“You taste so sweet, angel,” Azriel moans against your clit. “I can see why my brother’s been keeping you all to yourself. We’ll change that, won’t we?” 

“Fuck, yes Az,” came out garbled as you choke on Cassian’s length. 

You were pretty sure that you’d agree to anything Azriel asked you to do at this point. The shadowsinger seems to sense this too, because his shadows flutter up to your nipples, pinching and twisting as he brings you closer and closer to that sweet release. 

“Gonna cum for me, angel?” he asks teasingly, cupping your ass lightly while he swirls his tongue against your clit. 

You nod while pumping Cassian with your hand, bringing him to the edge of his orgasm while Azriel guides you toward yours. The two of you reach your peaks together and you swallow up every last drop of Cassian’s seed as he spurts into your mouth. Azriel clamps down on your thighs as you squirt all over his face, soaking the bed with your juices while he laps up your arousal. 

With Cassian collapsing next to you, Azriel pulls you underneath him, that devious grin looming over you as he smashes your lips together, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Your teeth clash together as you greedily savor the taste of Azriel, nipping at his jaw, neck, ear - basically any surface of skin that the shadowsinger allows access to. 

“Are you ready for another round, princess?” he whispers raggedly, hiking your leg over his shoulder and kissing the side of your knee. “I made you come with my tongue, but I wanna feel that pussy squeeze around my cock.” 

Cauldron boil you, Azriel was absolutely fucking filthy. You were so aroused that your skin felt like it was on fire. 

“I want you,” you manage to draw out. “No, I need you, inside of me, Azriel.” 

That damned smirk of his was going to be the death of you. “You don’t have to ask me twice, princess.” 

Azriel teases the tip of his cock along your slit, coating himself with your arousal before he slips two fingers into your cunt. You whine at the pleasure of his touch and your eyes widen with full blown lust while Azriel brings his middle and pointer finger to your lips. You suck them clean, fluttering your lashes up at the shadowsinger while he flashes you a proud smile. 

“Good girl,” he praises. His gaze leaves you for a second as he glances behind him.

Rhysand and Cassian switch, the latter taking the seat in the corner of the room while the former crawls in behind you, kissing the back of your neck while he presses your back against his chest. The future High Lord cradles you between his thighs as his fingers splay against the hollow of your throat, turning your head ever so slightly before possessively sticking his tongue down your throat. Your head spins, lost in the taste of him while he smirks against your mouth. 

“I was starting to feel left out, kitten.” Rhysand’s hands wander over your body before he’s spreading your legs open for Azriel. “But I’ll play nice and share with my brother.” 

Azriel rolls his eyes, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “Ready, princess?” 

You nod, flashing him a smile. “Ready, Az.”

The shadowsinger plunges himself into you slowly, releasing a grunt as your walls stretch to take all of him in. Still sensitive from the orgasm he generously brought you through, your pussy pulsates while his cock fills you the the hilt. 

“You take my cock so well,” Azriel breathes, caressing your cheek. “It’s like you were made for it.”

“Isn’t her pussy so wet and tight? I think about burying myself inside this sweet little cunt of hers every waking moment,” Rhys groans in your ear, his filthy words making your eyes roll back.

Azriel grunts in agreement and begins to move, snapping his hips to yours while he hikes your legs over his shoulders. Rhysand kisses the side of your neck as his thumb rubs dizzying circles onto your clit. Not to be outdone, the shadowsinger’s strokes quite literally hypnotizes you as he buries himself deep within your walls, the tip of his dick curving to hit the sweet spot at the top of your cervix. Azriel’s dark wings encompass the entirety of his back as they flare with each thrust. 

He dips his forehead lower to yours, surveying the way your head rolls back onto Rhysand’s shoulder, hands pushing back at Azriel’s chest as you whine underneath him.

“You’re too big, Az. I-I can’t take any more,” you whimper. 

Azriel caresses the inside of your thigh and presses a tender kiss to your temple. “You can and you will, angel. You’ll take every inch of me that I give you because you’re my good little girl, aren’t you?” 

Rhys tilts your chin up as Azriel pushes your legs against your chest. “Azriel asked you a question, kitten.”

The shadowsinger nudges your nose with his, waiting patiently as his shallow thrusting teases at your entrance. 

You nod, swiping at the sweat and tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. Gods, these males were pushing you to lengths you weren’t even sure you had the stamina to endure, literally and figuratively. But the pleasure outweighed the pain and you wanted to please Azriel. To hear him call you a good girl until he was filling you up with his arousal. 

“I can take it, Azriel. Fill all of me.” 

Azriel lovingly pats your cheek, kissing you deeply before parting your lips with his tongue. “Open wide, princess.” 

You oblige the shadowsinger and your jaw falls slack. Azriel puckers his lips and spits into your open mouth. Your eyes widen in disbelief and you can’t help but think that whatever Azriel was showing you tonight was merely a small glimpse of the moves he had in his arsenal. The shadowsinger was an absolute freak in bed and you weren’t sure that one encounter would be enough to satiate your curiosity. Especially since Rhysand literally opened you up to it. 

“Such a good girl,” Azriel moans before once again plunging into you. 

You both groan in pleasure, relishing the tight fit while Azriel bucks his hips at a punishing pace. The Illyrian was quite literally fucking you dumb. With every thrust, stars glitter behind your eyes as the pressure builds in your lower abdomen. As if that weren’t enough, Rhysand’s feather light touch roams all over your body, toying with your nipples in one hand whilst the other rubs against your clit with just the right amount of friction. 

“Can you show Az that iron grip, kitten?” Rhys purrs into your ear. 

The shadowsinger’s eyes widen as you clench around his length, nearly coming right then and there as your vice grip holds his cock in place. 

“Fuck,” Azriel curses, his head dipping to the crook of your neck. He sucks at your collarbone, running the tops of his teeth over your skin. “I can see why you race home to see her every chance you get, Rhys. You’ve been a selfish bastard keeping her all to yourself.” 

Cassian groans from his seat. “He’s just afraid she’ll like us more than him.” Rhys growls, but his brother only smirks. “What’s the matter, Rhysand? Can’t handle a little competition?” 

You chuckle, tangling your fingers through Azriel’s dark locks. “Play nice, boys. Everyone gets a turn.” 

Rhysand chuckles darkly. “Getting greedy now, aren’t we? Do you need a reminder of who fucks you best, kitten?”

The words skitter over your skin. This possessive side of Rhys was turning you on more than anything you've done this entire night. You loved that you awakened this side of him.

It's you, Rhys. It's always you.

Satisfaction blooms in those violet eyes. Don't you ever forget it, darling.

Azriel sneers. “I think you might need a lesson in manners,” the shadowsinger says with a mischievous grin. “The fact that you're even able to talk means I’m not doing my job properly. Let’s fix that, princess.”

He gestures to Cassian who strolls forward with his length glistening in his hand. His brother points towards your chest and it takes a second for you to realize what he was telling Cassian to do. The Illyrian warrior places his strong thighs on either side of you, hovering a few inches above as he cups your breasts in his large hands. He presses your tits together before sliding his dick through the crevice. 

At the same time that his slickness slides over your chest, Azriel pounds into you with newfound fervor, determined to fuck you silly until you couldn’t even remember your own name. Rhysand’s erection presses against your back while his brothers completely devour you.

The mewling pants echoing through the room told each male that you were close to release. As Azriel bucks his hips against yours, waves of pleasure wash over you again and again. 

“Harder, Az. Please. I want to feel all of you.” 

Azriel responds with a punishing snap of his hips and it knocks the breath out of you as you feel him deep within your guts. 

“You like it just as rough as I do,” the shadowsinger chuckles with amazement. 

“Absolutely.” 

“Fucking.” 

“Filthy.” 

He slams his hips with each word, eliciting a whine out of you.

“Az, I’m so fucking close. Gods, right there-“ 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-“ Cassian curses as you both cum at the same time. His load blows all over your face while you cum around Azriel’s dick.

Cassian rolls off of you, kissing the side of your neck while Azriel prods your mouth with his glistening length. You open your mouth and lick him clean until every drop of your juice is cleared off of him. It doesn’t take long until Azriel cums, spilling ribbons of his hot seed on your tongue. It mixes with Cassian’s arousal and you swallow all of it at once. 

Azriel wipes up his cum from the corner of your mouth, kissing you on the cheek. “My greedy little cock fiend,” he murmurs against the side of your mouth. “I love watching my cum drip out of you.” 

“I’m glad you enjoy the sight brother, but it’s my turn now,” Rhys growls, tilting your head to meet his lustful gaze. “Switch.”

The shadowsinger rolls his eyes, but moves nonetheless. Rhysand settles between your legs and cradles your face in his hands, pressing kisses all over your flushed cheeks. “Are you alright, darling?” He nuzzles his nose against yours, examining your features. “Do you need a break?” 

Azriel pulls you into his lap, lips brushing against your neck. “We can stop any time you want. You’re in control tonight.” 

You nod, feeling the aftermath of the back to back orgasms hit you at once. “Can we lie down for a second?” your gaze flickers up to Azriel shyly. “I think I just need to catch my breath.” 

“Of course, sweetheart,” Cassian says from your left side, raking his fingers over your hair. 

The scalp massage felt heavenly and had you crawling into his lap. With your head resting between his crossed legs, you twine your fingers through Azriel’s scarred ones, pulling him flush against you. You take Rhysand’s hand and place him behind you and he chuckles, resting his chin on top of your head as he spoons you. 

“C’mere angel,” Azriel beckons. 

His soft hazel eyes are warm and inviting and you sigh in contentment as you nuzzle into his neck. He smells like sweat and sex, but the underlying notes of night chilled mist and cedar peaks through and fills your senses with his delicious scent. Despite how tired you were, Azriel smells intoxicating and the hollow of his throat was practically begging to be kissed. His husky laugh vibrates against your lips as you drag them over his neck. 

“I thought you were resting.” 

“Kissing is resting,” you reply. 

The shadowsinger chuckles. “Well, in that case…” he trails off, mouth meeting yours in an eager kiss. The little sound of satisfaction he makes has your skin heating all over again. 

Ever the jealous male, Rhysand tilts your chin and kisses you long and hard while Azriel trails open mouthed kisses along your neck. Rhys squeezes your ass, grinding his erection against your backside. You gasp at his hardness, but your attention is pulled towards Azriel as he flicks his wicked tongue against your nipple. He releases your tit with a pop before moving onto the other, his hand dipping between your thighs. 

The shadowsinger is delighted to find you sopping wet, juices glistening on his fingers as he brings them between his lips. His eyes roll back as the sweet taste of your arousal fills his mouth. Azriel grips the back of your head, mashing your lips together while you groan with need. 

Rhys is quick to respond, slipping his own fingers into your pussy while you continue kissing Azriel. Your hand grips the heir of night’s erection, thumb swirling the precum around his tip. As Azriel’s hand clamps around your throat, you guide Rhysand’s cock along your entrance. He groans as he buries himself inside you, feeling the slickness coat him while he slowly slides in and out. 

Above you, Cassian’s hardness presses against his thigh and you grip him in your hand while Rhys fucks into you. It’s overwhelming to feel him filling you up once again, but he makes sure to give you plenty of encouragement. 

“Daddy missed your pretty pussy,” Rhys growls into your ear. You groan into Azriel’s mouth as you grind down onto Rhys. The future High Lord smirks against your back, biting your shoulder while you continue to ride him. “Why is it that every time I have my cock in you, you turn into the filthiest little slut?” 

He grips your hips, stopping you from sinking further down into him. You whine as Azriel watches you with amusement. 

“P-please Rhys. I need to feel you.” 

Rhysand swirls his hips and teases you with his tip. “That’s not my name.” 

“Please, daddy.” 

Azriel chuckles, toying with your hair before kissing you again. Rhysand lets out a pleased hum into your neck and rams himself back inside of you. You cry out in pleasure, rubbing your hand along Cassian’s length while he eagerly ruts against your fingertips.

With Rhysand’s pace growing quicker and sloppier, Azriel’s shadows expertly rub at the nub of sensitive nerves of your clit and bring you closer to yet another orgasm. Ever in sync, you and Rhysand reach your release together. The future High Lord practically leaves teeth marks along your back as he bites down, spurting into you as you clench tightly around him. He tilts your chin towards him, shoving his tongue down your throat, claiming you with a growl.

I may be sharing tonight, but don’t forget who you belong to. This pussy is mine and so are you, darling.

When you open your eyes, Rhysand’s possessive stare pierces through you. You caress his cheek, tracing his bottom lip with your thumb.

I’m yours, Rhys.

Grinning, he kisses your forehead and inclines his chin towards Cassian.

Good, now open your mouth. Daddy wants to watch you swallow.

With your fourth or fifth orgasm of the night, you were feeling quite generous, pumping Cassian faster while he shudders above you. He growls, spreading your lips while he positions his cock into your mouth. 

“Wanna feel that wet mouth around my cock while I cum,” the Illyrian pants as ribbons of his hot seed spurt into your open mouth. “That’s right, sweetheart. Swallow like a good little whore.” 

You’re nearly soaking at his words and judging by the smirk on that handsome face of his, Cassian knew exactly how much you enjoyed being called a whore. It would’ve been degrading in any other instance, but the soft kiss he places on your forehead while he tenderly cleans you up told you that he’d only ever use those words to heighten your arousal. 

Tuckered out and in serious need of a water break, Cassian rises from the bed, the sheets sliding off of his naked body. You whine at the loss of his warmth against you, but he only winks in response. 

“Don’t think we’re done yet, sweetheart. You made me cum twice tonight and I have every intention to return the favor, but for now, I think it’s only fair for you to take care of Az.” 

Cassian strokes your hair before leaving the room. Once you’re done ogling his backside, you face the shadowsinger once again, your wandering hands already wrapping around his erection. 

“I want to take care of you, Azriel,” you tell the male with a wicked grin. “But I need to get on my hands and knees for that.” 

You look back at Rhys and chuckle as realization dawns in those vivid violet eyes. He nods to Azriel, who was staring at the both of you curiously. “She wants me to take her from behind while she sucks your cock.” 

“I won’t say no to that,” the shadowsinger says with a wink. 

The door opens as Cassian trudges in with a jug of water in his hands. He winks when he notices your gaze lingering on his nakedness, handing you the glass with a kiss. 

“Drink up, sweetheart. You’re going to need it for what we’re about to do.” 

Not realizing how dehydrated you were, you just about down the whole jug. Cassian chuckles in amusement and swipes at the droplets of water trickling down your mouth. He sets the jug down and gestures to Azriel, who was waiting patiently as he cradles you between his legs. 

“Now where were we?” you ask as you crawl on all fours. 

On your hands and knees, you’re surprised to find Rhys letting Cassian take the lead behind you while he watches from the edge of the bed. The future High Lord raises a brow. 

“Perhaps tonight is the night I finally learn how to share,” he says with a feline smirk. 

Cassian doesn’t have to be told twice as he grips your hips, pumping himself twice before lining himself up at your entrance. When he plunges into you, it felt like the girth and length of his dick was going to split you in half. 

With shaking palms, you turn your attention back to Azriel. The shadowsinger cups your cheek, swiping at the tears leaking out of your eyes as Cassian pounds into you. With tonight’s unexpected refresher on multitasking, you pump Azriel’s erection into your hand. You lick up his entire shaft, swirling your tongue around his tip before giving it a sloppy kiss. 

“It’s my turn to pleasure you, Az.” 

He chuckles darkly. “Come on then, princess. Let’s see what that wicked tongue of yours can do.”

The challenge rushes through your veins as you take him deep, gagging on his length as he hits the back of your throat. You hum against Azriel and the vibration reverberates through his entire body, making him involuntarily buck his hips further into your mouth. Full of smug satisfaction, you suck and swirl, suctioning your cheeks while the shadowsinger writhes underneath you. It’s a reward in itself to hear him moan so beautifully, the sound echoing off the walls while you attempt to tamper down your own pants as Cassian continues fucking into you. 

You wanted to cum so badly, but you made sure to deliver on your promise to Azriel first. As you lick, spit, and suck his dick, you take the time to cup his balls in your hand, taking each one between your lips while the shadowsinger’s growls grow even louder. You can tell he’s close by the way he’s twitching against your lips. 

“Cum for me, Azriel.”

The words take him by surprise and his orgasm hits him hard, filling your mouth with hot liquid as you swallow his cum. Some of his arousal spills on his groin, but you don’t miss a single drop, lapping it up with determination. 

Azriel murmurs his thanks, planting kisses all over your face before tasting himself on your mouth. “My kinky girl,” he says breathlessly. “I have a feeling this is just the beginning.” 

Cassian hums in agreement, fisting your hair in his hands. “Now come on, sweetheart. I believe I owe you an orgasm or two.”

“Gods, I feel like you’re tearing me apart, Cas. I don’t know if I can cum two more times.” 

The Illyrian warrior tugs you backward, shoving his tongue down your throat while you groan in pleasure. “Are you whining, baby? Because bratty girls get spanked.”

Fuck. That awakens a whole new need within you. Cassian senses the shift in your scent as the comment practically makes you cream on his length. 

“Cauldron boil me, you do want to be spanked.” He cups your ass, kneading the soft tissue and making you moan in response. With a wicked smirk, Cassian brings his large hand down and slaps your right ass cheek. 

The impact makes you lurch in surprise, launching you directly into Azriel. He sees the delight in your eyes and chuckles. 

“I think she wants more, Cas.” Those hazel eyes flicker through your features before he braces you against his solid chest. “Spank her again.” 

Cassian obliges and smacks your left cheek while Azriel holds you up. You whimper, feeling hot all over as Cassian turns your chin towards him, kissing you roughly. 

“Do you like that, baby girl?” he asks in a gravelly voice, laced with lust and desire. 

“Yes, Cas.” You look into those hazel eyes, tracing the slit over his right brow while he shivers underneath your touch. “I love it when you spank me.” 

The roar that comes out of his mouth sounds purely predatory as he palms your ass again, his lips lathering each cheek with open mouthed kisses. Without warning, he smacks you so hard you wouldn’t be surprised to find his handprint imprinted onto your ass cheek. 

“Harder.” You wail as Cassian mounts you again, tangling his fingers into your hair while he grinds himself into you. 

“What was that, sweetheart? I don’t think I heard you. You’re going to have to be louder than that.”

You bury yourself into Azriel’s neck and the shadowsinger steadies your shaking arms. 

“Spank me harder,” you plead. “Please, Cassian.” 

Cassian smirks at you, but gladly obliges. His free hand comes down on your ass so loudly that the sound of his spanks echo through the entire cabin. The filthy ringing of his smacks combined with the squelching sound of his cock in your pussy is too much to bear for the both of you. 

Your back arches as Cassian ruts into you at a faster pace, leaning over to kiss the base of your spine as you cry out in pleasure. He palms your bouncing tits and pulls at your hair while pushing your head into Azriel’s lap. Your cheek rests against the shadowsinger’s thigh as you feel yourself about to reach the precipice of another orgasm. 

“Let go, sweetheart. We’ve got you.” 

At Cassian’s words, release racked through your body. The intensity of the orgasm hits you all at once and your pussy throbs sensitively while Cassian pulls out and replaces his cock with his tongue. His kitten licks lap up all of your juices as he spreads you wide, sucking harshly on your clit while you whine. 

“You’ve got one more in you, baby,” he growls between your thighs. 

Tears of pleasure coat your cheeks and Azriel kisses each drop away while encouraging you to ride it out. You turn over, body limp as your gaze falls to Rhysand who’s watching all of this transpire with slightly parted lips. Thanks to Cassian’s skilled tongue, it’s not long before you’re brought over the edge again and pleasure slams into you so hard that you’re on the verge of sobbing. 

Please, Rhys. I need you beside me.

Rhysand doesn’t even think twice before sliding into the mattress, taking you from Azriel’s arms as he rocks you back and forth. The heir of night cradles you, praising you for doing so well before tucking you into his chest. He cleans you up with a hot towel that one of his brothers brought in from the bathing room, all while whispering soothing words and holding you gently. Absolutely fucked out, you lean into him and let him spoon your aching body into his own. You melt into Rhys, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace as he pulls you tightly into him.

He presses a kiss onto your temple as your lids grow heavier by the second. “You can rest now, darling. I’ve got you and I’m not letting go any time soon.” 

Exhaustion pierces you like an ash arrow while Rhysand cuddles you. 

“Goodnight, Rhysie,” you murmur softly into his neck. 

Unbeknownst to you, the nickname tugs at Rhysand’s heartstrings as he brushes your hair away from your face. The last thing you remember is the fond smile on his face while he kisses you goodnight. 

“Goodnight, kitten.”

The next morning, you wake to the sounds of clattering metal and hushed voices. Sunlight streams through the window as you slowly open your eyes, groaning when you find the spot next to you empty. You’re not alone for long though because Rhysand was now pushing through the door with a tray in his hands. 

You perk up at the sight, mouth watering as the delicious smell of waffles fills your senses. Your favorite. 

“Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?” 

You blink, examining Rhys from head to toe, grinning at the pink apron tied around his torso and the streak of flour clinging to his cheek. 

“I think I might still be dreaming,” you say with a chuckle. “Because there’s no way Rhysand, infamous Illyrian baby, is actually bringing me breakfast in bed.” 

He rolls his eyes fondly. “I’ll have you know, I’m a perfectly capable cook.” 

A sneer echoes from the hallway as Cassian and Azriel enter the room. The latter is holding a glass of orange juice which the shadowsinger carefully sets on the bedside table before kissing your temple. You smile shyly up at him, still in awe of how beautiful the male was. How beautiful all of them were, really. 

“Capable isn’t the word I’d use, brother.” Cas teases with a laugh. “I saw the burnt batch you threw out. What were you trying to do? Burn the whole godsdamned cabin down?” 

“You’re just cranky because Rhys didn’t save you a waffle,” Azriel points out with amusement. 

Rhysand groans. “Can you two let her have a moment of peace before you march in here with your incessant hovering?” 

Cassian grins and shoots you a wink. “Sorry sweetheart, Rhys is right. We should let you recuperate after last night’s strenuous activities.” 

The heir of night sets the tray before you with a nervous smile. Well, as nervous as he could manage with a face like that. It was almost seductive, honestly. Just like everything Rhys did.

You smile sweetly at him. “Thank you, Rhysie. This is so sweet of you.”

You had to give it to the male. Even if your waffles were on the crispier side, you could tell that he put a lot of thought into arranging everything on your plate, adding silvers of bacon on the side with slices of butter and a pot of syrup positioned on each side of the plate. 

The three of them watch you in silence as you eat and you can’t help but grin. Azriel hands you the glass of orange juice as soon as your gaze dips to it while Rhys and Cas perch on the edge of the bed. The way they were fussing over you was almost comical, preening like mother hens despite the fact that all three of them had taken turns obliterating you last night. 

As you chew, Cassian swipes a piece of bacon from your plate and pops it into his mouth.

“Stop hogging all the bacon, Cas.” Rhysand reprimands, swatting his brother’s hand away. 

“You’re one to talk, you hog.” Cassian responds with a roll of his eyes. He quirks a brow at you, smirking. “Last night would’ve happened a lot sooner if Rhys wasn’t such a possessive bastard. Though I can’t say I blame him. I wouldn’t want to share you either.” 

The blush that creeps up your cheeks was ironic, given all the filthy things that were uttered in this room just a few hours ago. You found it oddly comforting that you were all still able to act normal after all that transpired between the four of you. 

“Yes, yes,” Rhysand says with a dramatic wave of his hands. “I’m a selfish bastard, but I’m learning how to share.” 

Azriel chuckles. “Thank the Cauldron for that because I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, angel.” 

You beam at the three males. “Giant Illyrian babies, each and every one of you. Haven’t you ever heard the saying, the more, the merrier?” 

Rhysand laughs. “Believe it or not, I don’t think this is what the original speaker intended, but I’m glad to see that you’re recovering well.” He glances at his brothers with a smirk. “Now if you two are done hovering, kitten and I would like some privacy.” 

The Ilyrians males roll their eyes. Azriel takes your hand and presses a kiss onto your knuckles. 

“Until next time, angel.”

Cassian ruffles your hair as he pecks your cheek. “We’ll come out to play again. After my brother has had his fill of being a needy, clingy bastard.” 

The door shuts behind the winged warriors, leaving you alone with Rhysand. He smoothly slides the tray away from your lap and nuzzles up to you with a grin. 

“Feeling especially cruel this morning, aren't you Rhysie?” you chuckle as he sidles up to your side, arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace as he pulls you into his lap. “Was it really necessary to kick them out?” 

"Give me some credit. I played nicely and shared with my brothers, but now I want you all to myself.” Rhysand prods his nose into your neck, lips grazing your soft skin. “I meant what I said last night. I really did miss you and not for the reasons you think.” 

“I missed you too, Rhys.” You gaze into those violet eyes, at the male you wholeheartedly trusted with your mind and body. And perhaps also with your heart. “I always miss you when you’re gone.” 

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “That reminds me. I did have something important to tell you before you pounced on me in that seedy tavern restroom.” You playfully roll your eyes, gesturing for him to continue. 

“My visit isn’t just the usual break from training. I’m coming home. To Velaris,” he pauses, weighing his words with an uncertainty that you’ve never seen on him before. “To you. If you’ll have me.” 

You grin so widely your cheeks ache. “Of course I will. You’re my best friend Rhys. You know me better than anyone in this realm. I trust you with my mind, body, and heart and I’ve known the latter for longer than I care to admit.” 

“I know,” the heir of night says with a smirk. “And I feel the same way about you, too. I’ve been in love with you since the moment you marched up to me and demanded that I buy you a drink at Rita’s.” 

“I love you too, you smug prick.” Rhysand goes in for a kiss, but you dart out of his way. “Forgetting something? I don’t think I ever heard a formal request to be your girlfriend.”

The future High Lord only smirks. “I made you breakfast, darling. That’s the equivalent of me getting on my knees and begging. Though if that’s what you truly want, all you have to do is ask.”

“Funny. I’m usually the one on my knees for you, boyfriend.”

Rhysand’s dark laughter caresses your consciousness as he grazes his lips over yours, loving the way the new title sounded. 

“That can be arranged, girlfriend.” 

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Found this in my drafts and had forgotten to post it soooo...

This art is based on a twitter thread drabble I wrote about Steve and his soft toy Bunny and growing up in difficult situations and loving people that are sick the best that you can.

It's also posted in full on AO3 if you wanna support me there ❤️

(CW: depression and neglect of a child) Steve’s mom suffered with poor mental health and Steve didn’t understand. Eddie does too, and maybe Steve understands better now.

When Steve was small, his parents’ door was open a crack most of the time, the sweet grown-up scents of perfume and cologne drifting out. Their bedroom was a treasure trove of wonders, their expansive closet full of clothes that swished and slipped over his little fingers, his mom’s dressing table cluttered with ornate glass bottles of perfume, sweet-smelling waxy lipstick, and delicate compacts of powders, her silver-backed beautiful hairbrush. Sometimes his mom even brushed his hair like hers, til it gleamed, shiny and soft.

When the bedroom door was closed, Steve knew to knock first, knew he should probably wait and ask for their time later.

Sometimes though, sometimes his mother would shut the bedroom door and she would not leave the room for days. His father would sleep on the couch, or make excuses and go away on “business”.

There would be no sweet smells of perfume, only dark and silence. His father told him that his mom was sick, to let her rest. Steve didn’t understand why she didn’t want to see him. When he was sick, he wanted cuddles and toast and hot drinks with honey and his Bunny with one ear loved almost all the way off.

Steve would sit outside her door with his Bunny and wait. He would wait and wait and eventually when he was lonely and tired he would knock quietly and creep into her room.

With the heavy damask curtains drawn, it drowned the room in blue shadows, the looming frame of the four poster and it’s mounds of blankets piled up. Steve felt like he was climbing a mountain to find his mom amongst them all.

“Are you sick? Do you want toast?”

He would offer her his Bunny, cuddle close. She did not smell like perfume, just something stale and forgotten.

“Mommy’s tired Stevie.”

Sometimes she wouldn’t speak at all, just touch his hair. Sometimes she would tell him to leave her.

“Go and play Stevie.”

Steve didn’t know how to explain with her there was nobody to play with and that his father had gone away somewhere and he was hoping she would make him macaroni.

Steve learnt to get to the high up pantry shelves for snacks until his father got home, or til his mom stopped feeling tired.

She seemed more than tired, but what did he know?

The older Steve got, the more often his mom was tired. He learnt not to ask anymore, just to lie down with her, to be patient, to be sweet.

He learnt to bring her food, even if she would not eat it, to make her tea and open the curtains up. He learnt to coax her from bed and to her vanity, so he could brush the dark tangle of her hair until it gleamed and fell like silk down her back. He ran her hot baths and always gave her his Bunny.

When his parents started to go away and not come home, Steve wondered who took care of her. If his father still left her alone.

She would sound far far away when he called her. “I’m tired Stevie, we’ll speak soon.” The dial tone felt heavy.

Steve gets tired too, but there is nobody who will come to check on him, so he cannot sleep through it.

Eddie is like his mother was, sometimes.

After the Upside Down, after Vecna, Eddie is dogged by the shadow of consequence. They won, yes, they won, but Eddie is scarred and scared and sometimes he is very tired.

Steve knows how to take care of Eddie when he’s tired.

He can come to Eddie in his quietness, in his tangled unwashed sheets and his dark bedroom and he can offer, piece by piece, the things he knows.

He can kiss Eddie’s clammy forehead, his tangled hair, curl up with him and pay no heed to the mortification of dirty sheets for a while. He can crack the blinds and bring him his painkillers and water and coffee. He can coax Eddie to a shower, washing the sleep and the sadness from his skin. He can change his sheets, trade them for clean soft cotton and comfort.

When Eddie is clean and so tired again, Steve can brush his long hair until it’s free from tangles and falls long and dark down his back.

Sometimes Eddie needs time to be tired, but Steve can care for him still, with quiet affection and patience.

Eddie may need time, sometimes, but he never entirely closes the door to shut Steve out.

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You Have to Say It

Levi x MC

POV: Second | Pronouns: You

Tags: 18+, blowjob, teasing, dirty talk, consensual but with light dubcon tones

Licking the sensitive slit, the salty taste smeared across your tongue and the strong flavor permeated into your nose in heavy doses. You could feel his body trembling and his hips trying to thrust upwards while your arm kept them pinned down. For as much as he squirming and moaning out half-hearted objections, he sure was trying to ram himself into your throat.

Putting your lips around his cock, you aggressively tongued the slit long enough to feel the convulsion and high-pitched surprised whine that his body reacted with. You stroked him with your tongue, pressing the head of his dick against the soft insides of your cheeks and against the ridges of the top of your mouth. Stimulation and wetness were your focus on making him absolutely writhe in capped pleasure.

A tempting thought of pushing him to the back of your throat and letting the spasms of your barely existing gag reflex add to his experience almost compelled you to act on it, but you, reluctantly, dismissed it for later. This was a teaser and not the full experience until you heard him say he wanted it himself. You knew how sensitive he was, and you had no intentions to ruin the fun because you had no impulse control.

Slowly, agonizingly, and patiently, you dragged out the motion of sucking him off. You kept the pressure of your mouth around his shaft, dragging your tongue against it, before consciously making a loud, wet popping noise at the tip. Giving a cooling space between the dick in your saliva and pre-cum-coated hand and your mouth, you smugly smirked up at him, very aware of the dribble on your chin and the obscene sight you must be. His eyes were teary and wet, and they were focused on you — pleading, anticipating, wanting.

Fuck, it was almost too hot.

"You know, for someone crying and telling me to stop, the fingers tugging at my hair and the look of disappointment on your face from me stopping, instead of relief, is giving me the impression you do want me to continue. If you want my mouth back on you," you gave a soft but firm squeeze for emphasis, which elicited a gaspy, almost squeaky moan from him, "then you have to tell me you want it, Levi."

As you waited for a response, you gave short, loose, and uninterested strokes to irritate him and to continue the sexual frustration, and you gauged him under a playful, cocky stare. His eyes were a swirl of emotions — desperation, neediness, annoyance, hesitation, contemplation. A few tears finally streaked down his heated red cheeks, and you felt your smile stretch into a superior grin as he slowly nodded his head.

"You have to say it."

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[gracegrove]

Idyllic

tw warnings childhood trauma, child abuse, implied child abuse, implied child sexual abuse, blackmail

_________

He was struggling, a half-cocked grin under wiry and unkempt hairs as plain-clothed officers moved his father out the front door. "Billy? You do exactly as they say boy, you hear me?!" he barked, startling the moping child back to reality. A woman moved into the space, her brown paisley dress shifting as she squatted to his eye level.

"Billy?"

The boy looked up through watery eyes, the rhythmic beams of red and blue lighting up his face from the police cruiser parked outside. The woman stretched out her hand to wipe at his cheek, and Billy flinched, his face already bruised and yellowing around the edges from days prior.

"Honey I'm so sorry. We're gonna make this right." She put a hand gently on his shoulder. "We're gonna get you out of here," she promised.

Lounging, head tilted back against the concrete, Neil whistled a long flat tune. He was waiting on the detective to pull his ass out of bed. He continued piping out wistful ditties until a man approached his cell an hour later.

"Name's Detective Kasey, stand away from the bars. Remember that anything you say can be held against you in a court of law..." he droned wearily as he fumbled with a ring of keys.

Neil stood brushing off his wranglers and approaching, as the cell door swung wide and the detective entered. Neil held out his wrists to be cuffed but paused with a visible wrinkle in his nose. "Wait. Kasey? Duke Kasey, from Fresno High Class of '64?"

Neil leaned into the man's space, their eyes locking as the detective looked up at him suspiciously from bushy brows. "Who wants to know?" he inquired.

Pulling his cuffed wrists back, Neil gestured to himself proudly, "Neil. Hargrove. Remember me you sonnuva bitch?"

The detective nodded a fond smile. "Well, you bastard you're in a pickle now. Let's talk."

Coming to the interview room, the men both pulled up a chair, Det. Kasey opened the file sitting on the table. "Let's see what you've gotten yourself into this time heh?" Reclining, he flipped through the file, page by page, the soft expression falling from his face.

Neil sat opposite picking his nail beds clean. "How much's this gonna cost me? Community service? A fine?"

The detective didn't answer, lifting a page over and wincing as he finally reached the section with photographic evidence. "Jesus H. Christ!" he cursed. "This is bad Neil. Real bad. This ain't no pickle."

Neil frowned, resting his arms on the table. "I can't discipline my kid?" He stated calmly.

Kasey pulled a pen from his breast pocket and reached for the tape recorder. Clicking the record button, he stated the date, time, participants, and purpose of the interview.

"Neil Hargrove, are you aware of your rights?" Kasey asked.

"I am," he replied.

"And as previously stated do you hereby waive your right to an attorney?"

"I do. I got nothing to hide." Neil shrugged.

Kasey cleared his throat. "It's alleged that you have been harming your son, William, physically. On multiple occasions. What do you have to say to that?"

Neil looked around the bare room with an air of boredom, "The boy's hard to manage. Gets into trouble an awful lot. School. Home. Fights with neighbor kids." Neil slouched out in his chair, "What am I supposed to do? Someone's gotta raise that boy, teach him right. How to be respectful. Ever since his mother left, he's been an absolute pain in the ass."

"Is that an admission?" Kasey probed, scratching out notes onto a legal pad.

"An admission of being a parent who's trying their damndest? Sure." Neil reasoned. "You would understand..."

Kasey raised an eyebrow, "I don't think I follow."

Neil gave the man a baleful smile, "Your old man really was quite the guy."

Kasey bruskly paused the recording. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Neil leaned in across the table, canines glinting in the low light. "Easy Duke, we're just talking. We're old friends after all, right?"

Kasey scoffed, he and Neil had hardly been what you'd call "friends."

"All I want is this over with," Neil continued, "I need to be home. My boy needs me. And you're gonna help me do that." Neil sniffed.

Kasey closed the casefile, "And why would I help you?"

Neil looked at the other man in mock innocence, "Because I know."

"I know it wasn't an accident."

Kasey's face paled, "And just what would make you think that?"

His voice was dry and wary, as he licked his lips, nervously padding his breast pocket for a carton of cigarettes. Lighting it, he took a deep drag.

"My old man had a bad habit of mixing booze and cigarettes. The whole house went up."

Neil leaned over the table, snatching the cigarette with a cuffed hand and smirking. "He also had a habit of keeping you around when Mommy was outta town..." Neil chuckled darkly.

"You sonnuva bitch" Kasey snarled, fingers curling into fists. "I don't have to listen to another word of this shit!" He pushed his chair gruffly away from the table, coming around and grabbing Neil roughly by the collar.

"Up! Your ass is going back where it belongs!" Kasey growled.

Gingerly holding the cigarette with his bound hands, Neil casually blew out, "I'm sure your Chief would be interested to hear about all the 'quality time' you spent with Daddy. All the -" He took another drag. "love you two shared. The hammer you buried with his blood -"

Kasey's grip slipped on him, dropping him askew in his seat. Leaving Neil to reseat himself.

Kasey loosened his tie, a visible sweat covering his face and dampening his shirt. "Wha-what hammer?"

Neil laughed, "Oh come on Dukey boy! The one I saw you bury beneath the dogwood by your toolshed. The one I dug up..."

Kasey swallowed on thinning air. "You ha-?" Neil nodded. "Yeah. I do." Kasey came back around and slumped into his seat, the chair groaning across the linoleum floor.

Moments passed in slience, marked by the monotonous ticking of the clock in the room. "So, here's what we're gonna do Duke." Neil stated resolutely as he ashed his cig on the table top. "You're gonna make this go away. And then I in my gratitude to you, will leave and never return. How's that sound?"

The detective nodded his head numbly. "That's a boy."

_______

"I don't know what more we can do Marsha," the man said from his seat at the kitchen table.

Marsha was putting the finishing touches on dinner as they spoke.

"Henry, we have to keep trying," she said gently.

"Marsha," Henry pushed, "How much is there even left to try? He's fighting at school again. He's angry about everything. He never lets us help him. How can we help Billy when he's like this?"

He was exasperated, rubbing a hand over his forehead, his wife giving him a supportive pat on the back.

The foster parents that Billy had been living with over these past few months were reaching their wit's end. They tried their best, welcoming him with open arms. They were very kind, but when Billy rebuffed them and avoided them they were hurt and confused.

Just then a little boy ran in the kitchen door crying. "Ma! Ma!" Marsha pulled him into to her side, thumbing at his tear-wet face. "What's wrong Sam?" "B-Billy..." he blubbered out before tumbling into tears again.

Henry shot Marsha a look. Marsha sighed, ushering the boy to sit at the kitchen table, as she went out the kitchen door to find Billy.

"Billy!? Billy?!?!" Marsha called as she entered the yard. "Come here please, we have to talk." Looking around she spotted him hiding behind the large trunk of the oak tree.

"Billy...." she sighed in disappointment as she approached. "What did you do to Sam?"

"Go away!" Billy yelled, tucking himself further behind the tree.

"I'm not going away Billy we have to talk." Marsha pushed.

"No!" Billy yelled, running from behind the tree to find a new place to hide.

Marsha reached out, grabbing Billy and wrapping him up in her arms. "Stop running Billy. You're in big trouble!"

"NO! NO! NO! NO! LET GO! LET GO!" Billy screamed. He began kicking violently, throwing his head back and hitting Marsha in the chest.

"Billy stop!" Marsha groaned, tightening her grip.

"Noooooo!" Billy bellowed, flailing and fighting even harder. Digging his heel harshly into her shin, Marsha yelped and let go, Billy running free.

He fled from the yard and was out of sight. Throwing open the kitchen door Henry looked at Marsha, "You wanna go after him?" Marsha shook her head vigorously, catching her breath. "No."

The doorbell rang. The couple composed themselves and came to the door. "Can we help you?"

The man smiled, "Good afternoon, I'm Neil Hargrove. I'm here to get my son."

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some habits are hard to break | jjk (teaser)

pairing: jungkook x f!reader genre: non-idol!au, angst, smut, unhealthy relationships rating: explicit, minors dni length: teaser - 870 words summary: you know better than to text jungkook because he's always going to answer and you're always going to end up in the same place again. you're just hoping that this time, despite how it started, things might be different. warnings (for the finished product): swearing, drinking, toxic relationships (they know it's toxic), kissing, unprotected sex (vaginal), oral sex (m, f receiving), semi-public sex, fingering, hand jobs, cheating, mentions of therapy, mentions of past trauma (nothing explicitly stated, just general), fighting teaser notes: i haven't finished writing this yet, so it's subject to change. and fair warning, it's smutty and a very bumpy ride along the way.

Every single thought is the same. You know better than to send the text sitting on your phone. You know precisely why it’s wrong. You know that nothing is ever going to change.

Here’s the thing. You’re in a healthy, stable relationship with someone who’s good to you and for you. He’s honest and caring, funny and sweet. Despite all of your baggage, he never makes you feel less than, never makes you feel broken. This is the first time in your life that you’ve been able to lay all your shit on the table and have someone accept it unconditionally. And he always does what he says he’s going to. You’re never up waiting at 2 in the morning, wondering where he is because he hasn’t called or texted. 

So, yeah, things with him are good, great even. 

But…

And that’s the thing, isn’t it? As soon as there’s a but, it’s like you can’t see all of the good. It’s all just a placeholder before what may be the worst three-letter word in the English language. You wonder if it means there’s just something fundamentally wrong with you. Who looks for the “buts” of every situation? Why can’t you just appreciate all the truly wonderful things in your relationship?

Because you’ve had the one thing you’re missing. You know it exists and it’s hard to forget.

Your boyfriend is great, perfect, even, in almost every way that matters. It’s just, you’re not exactly…satisfied. And you know that you could guide him to be better for you in that way. He just seems a bit sensitive about it at times and you don’t want to make him feel less than since he never does that to you. 

This is exactly why you’re staring at your phone. Paralyzed because you both want to send the text and know you really can’t. Your body remembers his, remembers the way the slightest touch sent your heart racing. You try to also remember every word he’s ever uttered to you, too, because he’s always been very clear about who he is. 

It’s fucked up that you’re even considering it, beyond wrong that you typed those 5 words out in an empty conversation thread. (Even though you usually keep everything, you deleted that after you got serious about your boyfriend. You say it’s to keep the temptation away, but really, how well is that working now?)

You: what are you up to?

Just like that, your need to fill your desires wins out against every other rational thought you have. Part of you hopes that he doesn’t respond. It’s been months since you last spoke and you know he’s got a short attention span. Maybe he’ll spare you having to make a final decision.

Jungkook: out getting some drinks with friends

He doesn’t. His answer comes in far quicker than you expect it to and you get that same feeling in your stomach. Like anticipation mixes with desire. You’re so fucked.

Jungkook: what are you up to?

Tomorrow you’ll look back and realize this is a chance to bow out, to realize that this is a mistake and you can still walk away. 

You don’t.

You: nothing, just at home alone

Jungkook: what about the boyfriend?

You: away for work

You know that you should feel bad now. A normal person might realize that this was destructive behavior, that you’re purposefully sabotaging your own long-term happiness for instant gratification. At least, that’s what your therapist tells you. 

Jungkook: I can be home in 15 minutes, I’m just around the corner

The message is really your last chance, whether you consciously think it or not. There was no preamble with Jungkook. He assumes you’re texting him so you can come over. And he’s right, isn’t he? You weren’t exactly texting to catch up with someone you weren’t ever friends with anyway. No, you’re both adults and you know what this is. Just like you’ve always known.

You: give me 30 and I’ll be over

Was there really any other outcome? From the moment you opened Jungkook’s contact to start a text, this was the inevitable end. You can pretend that you have control and you were on the fence. But, you know the truth, and so does Jungkook. He knows it from the moment your name appears on his lock screen. This only ends one way, the same way it’s ended countless times before. 

Thirty minutes later, after cleaning up and getting dressed, you stand on Jungkook’s doorstep. There’s a moment where you genuinely question if this is smart. Smart is the wrong word, you think. Of course, this is fucking stupid. You could ask 100 people and every single one of them would probably tell you to turn around. So no, this isn’t smart.  The real question is if you’re going to do it anyway.

Jungkook opens the door before you even knock and the question dies. There he is, in baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt, like the true fuckboy you know he is, and your body remembers. It remembers every kiss, every touch, every tremble. It starts to react without your permission.  By the smirk he’s wearing, you can tell Jungkook remembers too.

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