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gayandfairycore · 1 year

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Thin walls

A/n this is the first smut I’ve written in awhile so I’m a little bit rusty. but there’s a serious lack of Lockwood and co smut here and I wanted-no needed to remedy that, lockwoods far too pretty for this lack of smut!

Summary: the walls of 35 Portland row are thin, Very thin.

Warnings: ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP, p in v smut, unprotected sex wrap it b4 you tap it, switch Lockwood, switch reader, oral male and female receiving, slight cock warming, Lockwood might be a bit ooc. Also this is not proof read so there may be some mistakes! Also grammatical errors.

Word count: 2,613 words

The warm smell of books and tea fill the late night air of the house, a hard cover book in your lap, as you snuggle up in your leather chair the crinkle of the material moving loudly as you move.

You don’t even realise the boy standing in the doorway, a look of soft adoration painting his face. His oversized blazer tucked around you in a protective hold. As you inhale his scent, “hello, my love” Lockwood whispers placing a tentative kiss on the side of your jaw, his arms reaching around to hold you from behind. A large smile breaking your face as you whirl your head up to place a soft kiss on his lips from your chair. Your lips moulding together perfectly despite it being an upside down kiss. Lockwoods teeth pulling gently on your bottom lip his large hands coming up to caress your jaw, his touch gentle and barely there as if he was afraid he’d break you, the suit wearing boy slips his tongue into your mouth in attempt to deepen the kiss your tongue’s fighting for dominance, until his reigns superior. His lips pulling into his signature cocky smirk.

His hands moving down your body, his nails bragging gently over your throat, a low hum repels from your chest muffled by his lips, his hands continue to move lower and lower, running along your clothed chest. He pulls back, concern drawn on his face as he asks “is this okay?” A love filled expression bewitches you it didn’t matter how many times you’ve had sex with eachother he’d always ask the same thing. Pulling the boy closer by his tie you whisper a sultry “of course, dear.” Before attaching your lips to his again, he feels his face heating up at your tone your fingers messily undoing his tie before pulling your lips back looking up at the boy through your eyelashes “I think we should move this somewhere more…private?”

“Oh absolutely, couldn’t agree more.” Anthony smirks his hand in yours as you both vacate the library your steaming cup of tea lying now thouroughly untouched on the side table, and book discarded haphazardly on the floor. Climbing each step seemingly lasts an excruciating long time being led behind the dashing ebony haired boy, you move his hand to your lips placing tentative kisses on his fingers, as he looks back at you with a lusting gaze turning around he tells you to put your legs around his waist, doing so, he then reattaches his lips to yours as you both stumble into walls, and discarded books laughs breaking when Lockwood trips over his own feet bashful smile on his face “sorry!” He chuckles

“Don’t be.” You say placing a kiss on his jaw, moving farther down to his neck you begin to nip, and suck on his skin whimpers and breathy moans leave him at the contact pushing the door to his room open he latched his lips to yours before shutting the door with his feet lying you on his bed softly he moves up your body from below, moving your T-shirt up to expose your uncovered chest. The cool air of his bedroom hardening your nipples, lockwoods dress pants growing exponentially tighter at the sight of you. His jacket you had previously adorned discarded somewhere in the house along with his tie. His hands made fast movements on his shirt buttons fumbling over a few only to slow down when your soft hands begun to palm him through his trousers. His head falling back as breathy moans left his lips “n-now y/n I thought I was meant to pleasure-pleasure you-“

“Hmm it goes both ways, locky~” you whisper in his ear, hand still palming him through his trousers nipping and pulling at his ear lobe, a sharp intake of breath leaves the boy as his cocky smile comes back to his face. Shedding his dress shirt and pants with little struggle his boxers doing little to hide his length. Running your hands over his chest you place a kiss over his heart, sucking and biting, and working your magic it’s no surprise when you let up the large purple and red bruise that’s in the shape of a heart over his heart.

Sinking to your knees at the end of his bed you place a kiss just above the band of his underwear pulling and snapping the elastic a whine leaves Lockwood “don’t tease darling~”

“How can I not when you look so pretty, needy?” You smile dragging down his boxers and freeing his length, he’s a little over average, and skinny. The head of his cock leaking precum, it’s large purple head had you salivating right then and there. spreading around his precum with your fingers, moving your hand up and down his length excruciatingly slow pace watching as a steady string of moans leave his mouth as you latch your lips onto his cock, bobbing your head up and down stroking the rest of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth. Lockwood thrusting his hips effectively face fucking you, his hands gripping your head as he moves the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat making you gag a little, tears stinging your eyes as his pace increases moans escaping you as Lockwood tugs your hair the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure over the boy.

“Fuck y/n!” He exclaims “I’m close!” Swirling your mouth over the head of his cock the salty taste of his precum in your tongue is enough to make you salivate drool and saliva soaking his cock. Lockwoods thrusts becoming sloppier as the boy finally let’s go, his hot cum shooting down your throat and dripping down your chin as he pulls his still hardened cock out of your mouth. Leaning down to place a kiss on your lips he can taste himself on you.

“Mmm” leaves him before he can stop himself, lifting you up off of the floor your knees surely bruising from the hard wood floor Anthony’s large hands grip your ribs as his thumb comes to run over your hardened nipples caressing and neading the soft flesh of your breast “oh god! Lockwood!” You cry as his lips attach to your nipple, sucking with as much lewd sounds as he can produce, his other hand caressing your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fore finger and thumb.

Inhaling sharply as his fingers continue to pinch your nipples, the pain morphing into pleasure, the sound of lockwoods mouth detaching from your nipple with a loud POP! Fills the silence of the bedroom, your legs rubbing together in a feeble attempt to gain some friction.

“This feels a bit unfair DONT you think? I mean I’m fully nude and you’re still fully clothed. Why don’t you go ahead and remove them for me sweetheart?” Lockwood commands, softly, your mind scrambled at the boys mere presence.

“O-okay!” Your hands tug up on your tshirt flinging it to the floor in a hurry, you wiggle out of your pj shorts and underwear, Lockwood watched from above you, as you strip yourself of your clothes, showing him your everything. His gaze is intense but loving. “You are a goddess.” He says moving your limbs away from your chest and vagina. “Don’t hide from me, dear. Not now not ever.” Anthony commands his eyes glancing at yours with seriousness.

“I love you” you whisper “not as much as I love you.” He replies, placing a kiss on your lips, your chest, your stomach. Your naval, and finally the beginning of your vagina, Lockwood can see your wetness begin to leak onto your thighs when you rubbed them together, swallowing hard the boy dips down, his large hands gripping the flesh of your thighs and moving them farther apart, he unconsciously plays with the flesh of your thigh, kneading and rolling the flesh he grips it with enough force to produce a moan and light bruises, as he looks up at your face, looking at him with shyness your previous confidence seemingly dissipated. He holds eye contact with you as he licks a long stride up your vagina, your wetness gathering along his tongue as he swirls it around, his finger coming up to rub figure 8s on your clit “oh god lock-Lockwood! That feels so-so good!” You call your head thrown back in ecstasy.

It encourages Anthony to push a little more pressure on the tender bud, your legs attempting to squeeze shut, clasping against his head, suffocating him in your thighs. Lockwood let’s out a pleasureful hum that reverberates through you the vibrations enough to bring that familiar feeling back into your lower tummy, the sensation coiling tightly desperate for release as your hands burry themselves in Lockwoods curly hair tugging tightly as he chuckles, your slick dripping down his chin as he inserts one of his fingers as it rams into you with speed, hitting your g-spot, loud lewd moans leave your lips as Lockwood heightens his pace, the coiling within your stomach is about to snap!

when nothing. Lockwoods fingers have relented their momentum, his tongue no longer swirling and curling within you at just the right pace. “Ugh lock wood! What the hell!” You whine reaching behind you throwing one of his pillows at him satisfied when it hits him in the face, and oof! Sound muffled by the fluffy pillow.

“I’m sorry darling but I had to get you back for all your teasing.”

“You really suck you know that?” You say crossing your arms over your chest

“We’ll perhaps I need to make it up to you.” He retorts inserting his fingers back into you

“Lockwood!” You cry as he slams into your gspot with his fingers, curling them, and rubbing your clit at the same time it’s only a matter of moments before the cool begins to grow and snap when Lockwood curls his fingers knocking your special spot and the added pressure on your clit makes you let go loud and breathy moans leave you your back arching eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your juices squirting, and yet Lockwood doesn’t halt his movements infact he speeds up. Your second orgasm building, and releasing within moments when the boy attaches his lips to your clitoris.

When you orgasm for the second time he’s ready, lapping at your vagina, the loud sounds of sex and the squelching of your juices fills the room, disorientation and overstimulation mixes together well as

Lockwood lines himself up with your entrance, sinking himself into you, groans escape the boy as he revels in the feeling of having himself cockdeep inside you, waiting for you to adjust to his size his concerned features look down at you silently asking you if it’s alright for him to move now.

Panting and nodding, Lockwood began to bottom out before slamming back into you “oh god! Lockwood!” Soft moans and whines leaving the boy in front of you.

“I love you y/n” lockwood whispers placing a kiss on your lips, and moving his hands down to rub your clit, the sensitive bud pulsating from his previous care to it when his hands lightly brush over the bud it brings a sharp whine from your lips as his thrusts picking up pace as his lips attaching to your breast as moans reverberate from him, his cock sinking deeper into you, hitting your g-spot “oh Lockwood! Right mm right there!”

“God y/n you feel so good!” He groane, as your fingernails claw at the boys back. In pleasure. Moans escape his lips at the burn from the cool bedroom stings the cuts.

The familiar feeling begins to build in Lockwood at the sight of you below him, writhing in pleasure, a moaning mess beneath him. You were all his, and he was all yours.

“Darling I’m gonna- gonna c-um!” Lockwood calls out in warning, sharp hiss leaving him half way though as your hands take through his hair “ngh! Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!” You whimper the sound of the headboard against the walls and the sounds of lockwoods cock slamming into you the smell of sex intoxicates the room as Lockwood comes undone, you coming shortly after at the whimpering whine that breaks from deep in lockwoods chest. His hot cum shooting inside of you mixing with your own. He leaves his cock in you for a a moment more not yet ready to relieve himself of the warmth and comfort of being inside you.

A proud boyish grin paints his face as he watches both of your cum mixing together and spilling out of you.

His lanky body collapsing beside you as you both panted desperate for breath rolling into his side your head on his chest you placed a chaste kiss over his heart the hickeys from earlier a stark contrast against his pale chest; as he stretches his arm of the side of his bed he grabs a clean tshirt wiping you clean and pulling you into him.

Pulling up his teal duvet he rests his head atop yours as sleep finally overcomes the pair of you, the clock striking 3 am.

The kitchen the next morning is quiet, the only sounds are from the pop! of the toaster, and the boiling of the jug. the group sitting around the table in silence lockwoods proud smirk obstructed by his newspaper as your legs shake under the table, taking a sip at your tea, in awkward silence. Lucy’s shit eating grin plain on her face as her chest moves with her full body laugh “so you guys finally did it huh?”

“Wait what- you- you guys heard?!?” You cry out mortified “also finally?” Lockwood adds

“Uh huh” Lucy nods “everything.” She reiterates pointing an accusatory piece of half eaten toast toward you both, cheek splitting smile on her face as she shakes her head.

“And plus George and I had a bet, who’d initiate it first, he said y/n, and I said Lockwood.” The girl exclaimed holding a hand out for George to put a 20 in her hand.

“We have thin walls you know.” George speaks up, looking disappointed in himself as he hands over a 20.

a shadowy look overtaking his face as he was seemingly reliving the sounds from last night, his room right next to Lockwood, the sound of the squeaky bed bashing against the wall and the loud moans and other lewd sounds traumatising the researcher.

Embarrassment colours your cheeks as Lockwood laughs at the boy placing a hand on your shoulder, as he places his newspaper on the table moving to butter some toast

“Very thin walls in fact as I recall you guys sounded quite like this” Lucy calls chomping on a piece of toast and faking boarder-line pornographic moans “oh Lockwood! Please! Please!” And “oh y/n! Feels so good! God so good!” She continues to impersonate smirking into her tea at the embarrassment that now covers lockwoods cheeks.

“Who would’ve thought George your best friends a switch.” The brunette girl chuckles at the disgust on George’s face

“Oh god gross!” He exclaims covering his ears and pushing up his glasses

“I might have a look in that paper for a new job- one where the members don’t almost have sex in the library!”

“But Georgey we didn’t!” Lockwood exclaims “plus, you’d miss us too much to leave.”

The dark haired boy relents sinking down in his chair “I guess”

Sharing an amused glance with Lockwood he places a kiss on your lips as he walks past taking the newspaper from George’s hands.

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In another world (adult) Lockwood fucks like Owen gray

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frogmanfae · 1 year

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Anthony Lockwood x GN! Reader- You Too? (FLUFF with a little bit of angst)

Summary: Anthony can't sleep at night. You can't sleep at night. Most of the time you avoid running into each other, but one fateful night of tears in the basement leads to an awkward bedroom experience.

A/n: this one is quite a bit longer than my other ones, about 4,000 words. I think it came out pretty well. Please don't make this dirty, I beg of you. It really is just awkwardness that happens to occur in a bed it isn't anything spicy.

Reader pov

There are nights where I can't bear to be in my room. I'm not sure why. Perhaps I need a break from such mundane consistency. I just need to see something other than those walls.

On these nights, I usually make myself some tea and go to the basement. I'd much rather sit in the library, but Lockwood is in there most nights. Nobody ever comes down to the basement. I'm alone with only my thoughts and my tea.

I don't quite understand why my room has this effect on me sometimes. When my parents died, my room was my safe haven. My refuge. My sanctuary. So now that I'm in a new environment, it makes little sense to me that it can feel more like solitary confinement. It makes even less sense that I'm soothed by the concrete and dust of the basement.

Tonight is one of those nights. It's probably three in the morning as I sit on the floor leaned against the wall, sipping my tea. I'm a listener, like Lucy (though not nearly as powerful) so a moment of silence is rare, but extremely calming. To use my power and hear nothing is bliss.

I've only about half way finished my tea when someone comes down the stairs, clearly laser focused on something. We're in the middle of a big case, so that's probably it. I had expected it to be George doing some late research or maybe Lucy to see if she can listen to any of the sources down here and get a lead.

To my surprise, it's the other one.

I watch silently as Lockwood pulls out several files and spreads them out on a table. He seems extra stiff, like something is really bothering him. He grumbles something in frustration before collecting the files and putting them back in the cabinet.

He walks over to my wall and sits down a couple feet away. From what I can tell, he hasn't noticed me.

I'm right here, isn't your talent supposed to be sight?

I simply continue sipping on my tea, remaining quiet and looking forward to not disturb him, though he really is an idiot if he doesn't know I'm here.

I thought for a moment that he actually did see me, but he needed space and realized I needed the same so he just didn't acknowledge it. I was certain on this until I heard him crying.

I look over at him. He's still wearing dress pants and his button up and tie. He's still got on his dress shoes. However, his hair was a mess and his hands were currently tangled in the back locks, only making it worse. His face was buried in his knees. I swear I heard a tear drop on to the floor. He was quietly sobbing, clearly trying to not alert anyone but still in pain. Emotional pain, anyhow.

I debate what I should do for a moment. I don't want to startle him, and honestly he seems like he needs this. I decide to just keep drinking my tea and not look at him. I'll let him get it all out before I make my presence known.

It lasts longer than I thought. Perhaps ten minutes? I'm not the best with comprehending passage of time but that seems right enough. Regardless of the details, it was a long time to sit here holding my breath and listening to his suffering.

Finally, he sniffs and wipes his eyes. I'm still looking straight ahead holding my cup, only seeing him out of my peripheral vision. He runs his hands back and forth over his hair a few times. I close my eyes.

"JESUS FUCKI-"

I snap my head towards Lockwood. He's now on his back with his legs closest to me, propped up on one arm and looking at me as if I'm a ghost. I can properly see his face now. His dark circles seem more prominent than usual and his eyes are red and puffy. His nose is red. His cheeks are discolored. He looks abnormally pale. His lashes have been thickened and darkened by his tears. It was truly a sight.

"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE?"

"I was here before you."

"AND YOU DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING? YOU SAW ALL OF THAT?"

"Shhh you'll wake up the others, we both know how lightly George sleeps while we're in the midst of a case. Anyhow, you seemed like you needed it. I didn't want to interrupt. It's not like I watched you."

"But... You saw it all. You heard everything!"

"Lockwood, I hope you realize I think no less of you."

"What?"

"I- oh gosh you can't be comfortable like that. Sit up, why don't you?" He hesitantly pushes himself up and leans against the wall again. "I'm worried about you."

"Theres no need to be-"

"Bullshit. You can't keep concealing your emotions like this. It's okay to be overwhelmed or stressed or overall upset for any reason. You always act like everything is wonderful but it's not. I don't know if it ever has been."

He looks down. "(Y/n)... It's not that easy-"

"I never said anything about it being easy. Of course it's hard. I can't even imagine how you feel owning an agency so young, having all that pressure on your shoulders. It's terrifying to be vulnerable."

"Is that why you're in the basement in the early hours of the morning, drinking herbal tea?"

I hum. "I just couldn't sleep, and I like herbal tea."

"Now who's bullshitting?" The corners of his mouth tug up in a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You much prefer green. Herbal simply calms you down. You only ever drink herbal tea when you're upset."

"How..."

"I notice things, (y/n). Lots of things. Don't think I don't hear the kettle during the midnight hours at least three times a week. The peculiar thing is I never hear anyone go back up the stairs and whenever I go into the kitchen, it's empty."

I look down. How'd he make this about me so quickly?

"Tell me, (y/n), do you spend your nights in the basement often?"

"... No. Only when I can't sleep."

"So... Often." He nods. "Why don't you stay in the library? It's much more inviting."

"I don't want to bother you. That's where you are most nights."

"You could never bother me."

"Stop, you were the one crying a few moments ago, this isn't about me."

He sighs. "It was worth a shot."

"Now, what's bothering you?"

"Uh... Nothing, really."

"Lockwood."

"It's just the case, that's all."

"That's a lie and we both know it."

He let's out a noise of exasperation. "Fine, you really want to know? It's my parents."

"Your parents?" I ask softly as I scoot closer to him.

He nods. "They died when I was six years old. You really have no idea what it's like to have such a great life until suddenly you don't and it all gets ripped away from you without warning and nobody will take you in so you have to fend for yourself before your age even reaches double digits."

"Actually... I think I can relate more than you realize."

"How can you possibly relate?" He almost sounds angry. I don't blame him, I never told him my story. I kept it to myself even after living with other people all this time. I moved here with a purpose, to start new. Therefore, my past never happened according to anyone else. I was another person then. I've left all of that behind, taking only the nightmares and memories with me.

"My parents were murdered when I was eight." I look straight ahead. "Nobody really wants to adopt a kid who's just began to really get strong in their talent for hearing brutal murders and death. It freaks adults out. So I was on my own until I found you guys."

His expression softens. "(Y/n), I'm so sorry, I... Wait, you were fourteen when you applied. That's six years."

"It was hard but I managed. The whole ghost hunting agent thing isn't so bad. Once you've been forced to watch your parents get nothing short of quartered right in front of your sensitive, innocent eyes, you can watch anyone else get ghost touched no big deal."

"I'm sorry, quartered?" His eyes are wide.

"Yeah, are you familiar with the French Revolution?"

"I'm familiar enough to hope you were talking about a different type of quartering."

I shook my head. "It was intense. I still think of it every time I close my eyes."

"I can't even imagine..."

"I didn't tell you this for you to feel sorry for me. I only wanted you to know I'll understand. You aren't as alone as you believe."

He nods slowly. "I see... Thank you... For sharing, I mean."

"Of course. So now that you know I can at least sort of understand what you're feeling, what's going on with you?"

He sighs. "I don't know... Sometimes I just..."

"Miss them?"

"... Yeah." He nods. "Yeah I miss them a lot. I miss them all the time but sometimes when I think about it it's not so bad, it's let me do what I've done, accomplish all of this. Other times..."

"It's mentally suffocating."

"Mentally suffocating... Yeah that's a good word for it. Like it's put a sheet over your brain to prevent it from getting oxygen, but you can still physically breathe with your lungs for the most part."

I nod. "Yeah, it's frightening. George has a book on it he was telling me about some time."

"George knows you feel like this sometimes?"

"No, but we often discuss our readings, trade books, recommend authors or titles... Things of the sort. I haven't told anyone about my past. Except you of course."

"Well aren't I special," he flashes one of his signature Lockwood smiles.

I roll my eyes. "Don't let it get to your head, your ego is already so inflated I fear it might burst."

"Oh haha you love my charisma."

"Is that what we're calling it?" I smile at him.

He laughs. Not his public press laugh, but a true, genuine laugh. One that I've never heard from him before. It makes me feel a little bit warmer with emotion.

"You know, most nights I stay awake in the library simply because I can't stand the solitude of my room."

"What?"

"I know, it's silly-"

"No, not at all! I come down here for the same reason!"

"You do?" He raises his eyebrows, sounding surprised. "I thought you just worried over cases or, well now I thought you thought about your past but-"

"No, it's like..." I think for a moment, trying to figure out how to put it into words. "Like the silence is too loud and the space is too big for just me, even though my bed hardly fits properly."

"Exactly! Like I don't have anything to focus on except for the sensory deprivation and my anxieties."

"Yes! Oh my goodness I can't believe you get it!"

"I thought I was the only one!" He laughs again, different this time. It sounds almost relieved. "Say... Maybe we could help each other out."

I raise an eyebrow. "Help each other out? How so?"

"Well, feel free to decline if you want and we'll never speak of this proposal again, but perhaps we could try spending the night in the same room."

"But..." I get that warm feeling again, more intense this time. "Each room only has one bed..."

"Yes well..." Despite the horrid lighting of the basement, I could faintly see a light pink tint spanning across his nose and blotching on other, seemingly random, spots on his face. "Like I said I understand if you decline and if that is your choice we can pretend I never said anything... However... I feel it may be beneficial to the both of us to have a... companion in the lonely, deafeningly silent hours of the night. If it works, splendid we can finally get some proper sleep. If it doesn't, we each return to our respective seperate rooms and carry on as if nothing ever happened."

"..." I nod slowly. "Okay."

"Ah- really?" He turns to face me more. "In all honesty I thought you would detest the idea."

"Do you still want-"

"Yes! I mean," he clears his throat, "uh... Yeah, the offer still stands."

"Perfect."

"Well then." He stands up and offers me his hand. "Shall we?"

"Oh you mean like right now! Alright then." I take his hand and he pulls me up. He chuckles and leads me to his room.

"I uh... I'll go take this cup back to the kitchen and let you get changed and what not."

"Oh- right." He pushes back some of his hair. "I'll only be a minute or two."

"Okay, I'll be waiting for whenever you're ready."

He smiles at me as he steps back into his room and closes the door. I swiftly make my way to the kitchen and set my cup in the sink, resolving to wash it in the morning, and return in under a minute.

I wait outside for only about thirty seconds longer before Lockwood opens the door again.

"Sorry I took so long."

"Long? Lockwood that was- wait."

"What? Is something the matter?" He takes his hand off of the door handle and peeks his head out around the corner.

"No, just... You're wearing a shirt."

"Oh, well..." He stepped aside, inviting me in, and closed the door behind me "Yes in fact I am. What about it?"

"Lockwood you've never worn a shirt to bed in all the time I've been here. It's like an unspoken principle in the house; you don't wear shirts to bed and George doesn't wear trousers."

"I didn't realize it was such a disruption of order-"

"Well- that's not what I'm saying." I sigh. I've always struggled with putting things into the right words. "Obviously it's fine if you wear a shirt to bed, I just... I'm just wondering why all of a sudden?"

"Well... I don't know. I suppose I thought you may be a bit uncomfortable sharing a bed with me when I've no shirt on." He looked down, those pink splotches returning to his face. "After all, this is only an arrangement of convenience and practicality. It's not like were... uh... going out... or anything..."

"Ah, right..." I can feel myself getting flustered. "Well... I don't mind, really. The whole point is to feel more comfortable going to sleep so if you feel more comfortable with no shirt on, honestly it doesn't make any difference to me."

"... Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, really." I smile reassuringly. "Whatever makes you fall asleep best."

He hesitates. "Well, if you're absolutely positive-"

"Lockwood, I promise you."

He hums lowly. "Alright then. But if you change your mind just tell me and I'll put it back on straight away, I swear-"

"Lockwood!"

"Alright, okay! If you're sure-"

"I'm sure."

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, a smile gracing his face. It isn't one of his signature smiles, it's real, quite boyish actually. He seems so young. Sometimes I forget how young we really are, but then again, all youth since The Problem has forgotten how young they really are.

I try my best to appear to be disinterested and looking away as he removes his shirt and folds it, neatly placing it in the bottom right drawer of his dresser. Of course, I watch the whole thing unfold. I'm only trying to appear as if I'm not.

"Alright, well..." He awkwardly rubs his arm. I've never seen him seem so nervous before. "I suppose now is when we uh... get into bed, then..."

"Yes it does seem like that happens now..." I slowly nod.

"Well uhm... After you." He gestures toward the bed.

"Oh no, please, it's your bed, you go ahead first." I wave my hands.

"No no I insist. You're my... guest? Is that the appropriate term for this? What do we call this?" He lets out a breathy chuckle. "Sorry, I'm a bit..."

"Nervous?"

"To say the least."

We both laugh a little bit. There really was no need for it to be so nerve wrecking. We had already agreed that if it doesn't go well we pretend nothing happened. Nobody needs to know.

"Here, why don't we just both get in at the same time?" I offer.

"Yes! Yes, that sounds like a good idea." He goes to the side of the bed opposite of me.

It's still extremely tense as the both of us climb in under the covers. There's plenty of space in between us. I'm nearly hanging off the edge, no doubt Lockwood is as well.

Fuck it.

I move onto the bed more so I'm a comfortable ways on. "Lockwood?"

"Yes?"

"Can I be frank for a moment?"

"Well I think I'd prefer you to stay (y/n) but I suppose whatever makes you happy-"

"Oh shut up." He laughs one of those real laughs again. I nearly melt.

"What would you like to talk about?"

I take a deep breath, admittedly, his joke (however stupid) managed to cut some of the tension. "This isn't going to work unless we get over ourselves and actually share the bed. Like real sharing."

He pauses. "You're right. The question is, how far are we going?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... Well..." He huffs. "If we're being frank-"

"I prefer Anthony, but I suppose-"

"Oh shut up, it really isn't funny." Despite his words, he was smiling again. "I see your point now."

"Well, what is it you were going to say, Frank?"

"Please don't." He laughs, making me smile more.

"I'm listening."

He inhales deeply. "Well, how far are we going as in... Are we simply laying next to one another and trying to go to sleep or... to be blunt, are we spooning?"

I nearly chocked on my own saliva. Blunt was certainly one way to say it.

"Well... Whatever makes you comfortable. Honestly I think it would work best if we... Uh... Did the latter, but I don't want to make you-"

"I was actually hoping you'd say that-"

He sighs, sounding almost... Relieved?"

"Really?"

"Yes, I-" he rolls over, bringing us from being over a foot apart to our noses now almost touching. "Goodness you are much closer than I thought-"

"Sorry, I-" I start to move back, but he puts his hand on my waist, gently stopping me.

"No no I uh... Well if we're going to uh... You know, uhm, we're going to have to be close anyway so..."

"Right, yeah..."

He softly pulls me closer using his hand that still rests on my waist. I move towards him until my hands are pressed to his chest and our legs are touching under the covers. His face is splotchy red again, the most intense I've ever seen it, though I can't imagine how flustered I must appear.

"Uhm... May I?" He starts to wrap his leg around mine.

"Ah..." I nod, unable to trust my voice.

And so now we lay here, about two seconds away from being puddles of awkwardness and mild embarrassment. He's warm. Very warm. It's kind of nice being this close to him.

I've always found him attractive since the moment I saw him. He is, objectively, a good looking guy.

Then I got to know him a little bit. He and I would often bicker and pester one another, some times seemingly more serious than others, but for the most part it was all in jest. Making jabs at each other is just what we do.

I think I fell for him more and more over my time here, but tonight I saw a new side of him. A side that really pushed me over the edge of having a bit of a crush on him to trying to stop myself from kissing him at any given moment.

"(Y/n)? Are you alright?" He brings a hand up to my forehead. "You're awful warm and you look... Distressed."

"Anthony?"

His gaze softened. I don't think anyone has called him that in... well who knows how long? Too long. "Yes? Is something the matter?"

"No I just..." I make eye contact with him, effectively rendering myself speechless.

He inches closer. "Are you sure? This is quite the... intimate position... I wouldn't want to make you..."

By this time, our noses are back to almost touching, but even closer than before. He tilts his head just enough to avoid colliding them.

"Make me what? Uncomfortable?" I glance down at his lips, quickly looking back to his eyes to avoid suspicion. "Anthony, you could never-"

He kisses me.

Holy shit.

Anthony Lockwood is kissing me.

I'm in Anthony Lockwood's bed.

I'm kissing Anthony Lockwood!

"I'm sorry-" he pulls back. "Oh no... I shouldn't have done that... Shit... Oh shit I'm so sorry-"

I kiss him again. "Shut up, will you? I just had a life altering moment here and I'm trying to enjoy it."

"You- you liked it?"

"Of course I did. Anthony, I've liked you since... Well I suppose there wasn't a single moment I could pick out but-"

"I love it when you call me that."

I smile. "Call you what? Anthony? Well that is your name."

"It hasn't been used in years. Not by itself, anyhow. It sounds nice coming from your lips."

"I like your lips." It takes a moment to register what I just said. "Wait, I didn't mean-"

"You like kissing me~" He teases me, putting on his Lockwood Smile.

"Oh shut up!" I put my head on his chest to hide my face. "Of course I do..."

"Well... You know what I would like more than just kissing you?" He carefully lifts my head up with two fingers under my chin.

"Hm?"

He hesitates for a moment. "I'd like to be your boyfriend."

"What? Really?"

"If you'll have me, that is-"

"Of course I'll have you, you prick!" I lightly punch his chest. "Do you know how long I've wanted to tell you that?"

He shakes his head. "I can't say I do."

"Well there wasn't a specific time but I think I started to think about it more and more around the time we were working the Brentic case."

"The B- (y/n) that was at least a year and a half ago."

"I'm well aware."

"... Huh."

"What?"

"I think I've known since the Dalkins case."

"Lockwood, that was long before the Brentic case-"

"It seems my charm worked then."

"Oh shut up! Go to sleep!"

He laughs a bit. "So... Are we...?"

"... I think we are..."

"Wonderful! Splendid! Perfect! Grand! Fanta-"

I laugh. "Anthony shut up!"

He goes quiet, but the smile remains on his face. "Do we tell the others?"

"... Nah. It's funnier if we just let them figure it out. But we don't necessarily have to hide it either."

He nods. "It'll take all my self control to not shout it from the rooftops."

"Oh hush." I roll my eyes, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach. "Get some sleep, lover boy. You clearly need it."

He kisses me once more, shorter this time, before closing his eyes and pulling me closer to his chest. He falls asleep surprisingly quickly, his breaths going even and his mouth falling slightly agape in no time at all.

I watch him for a moment. Once again, he really shows his age for only a second. I push some of his hair away from his face and place a kiss on his forehead, causing him to stir just a bit.

Before I know it, my eyelids feel heavy. It becomes increasingly harder to keep them open, to stay awake. Soon enough, I'm drifting into sleep with pleasant dreams to greet me and Lockwood by my side.

How lucky am I?

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UNBEARABLE

George Karim x Fem!Reader

Tags: Smut! Aged up characters obv :), no use of y/n, all of Lockwood & Co., Brief Quill Kipps interaction.

6.7k words

a/n: I love George and just had to get in on the fun.. crossposted on ao3 as well, so if you've come from there and already read this, hi!

George Casper Karim was unbearable. There’s simply no other way to put it.

His big stupid head was always getting in your way, correcting you, and complaining when you forgot who took the biscuit last and helped yourself. You could hear him in your head, “Really, you ought to have gotten it by now!”

But oh, how you loathe to admit that you needed him, how helpful it was when he ironed your clothes before a client came round, and the comfort of coming home from a particularly draining case to warm food placed wordlessly in front of you.

And he could be sweet. He could. As uncomfortable with touch as he was, he’d brush your shoulder with his hand if he could tell you really needed it; he’d stand close on cold nights walking home, Lockwood and Lucy would too, but they readily shared their space like that, George didn’t.

It didn’t help that sometimes you’d catch yourself watching his side profile as he researched or the quiet admittance that he looked like an Angel as the sun illuminated his hair in a halo of curls as he helped you up after tripping and landing on the pavement, even though he was laughing at you.

There were just no other words. He was unbearable. You had the inability to bear him.

You wanted to take him by the shoulders and shake him so hard his world spun so he could feel just a fraction of what he did to you. Shrink him down, trap him in your pocket, and feed him to his heart’s content so he is always warm, safe, and happy. Ugh, he was just the worst. Ever.

So it’s safe to say you have no idea why you agreed to this.

Rotwell’s was holding its annual celebration, and Lockwood & Co was invited. Well, most of Lockwood & Co, Skull obviously couldn’t come, no matter how annoyingly they asked. Despite the agency not being in any immediate danger, for once, Lockwood still deemed it essential to be partially undercover to try and snoop out new cases that were particularly interesting (read: dangerous, life-threatening or otherwise malignant), and for some reason that meant George and you had to be a couple for the evening.

Anthony Lockwood wouldn’t get to be a ghost. You were sure of it. He was going straight to hell. Sorry, Luce.

“I’m going to die.” The pillow muffled your voice as you lay face down in Lucy’s bed,

“Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad.”

“It’s not like you’ve had to pretend to date one of them, Lucy.”

“Well…”

You stared at the girl opposite you, “He’s… done this before…?”

She nodded solemnly, betrayed by her eyes sparkling with mirth. Groaning, you rolled back over.

“Did you have to be with George?”

“No, mine was with Lockwood.”

Deep down, you refused to admit that that made you pleased. If she had said otherwise, it might have stoked useless jealousy in the pit of your stomach.

After a moment, you sat up, nodding and looking at what was prepared for tonight. You thankfully had a nice dress already, a velvet cranberry coloured thing with mesh sleeves that opened at the elbow and draped elegantly. It'd been a gift as congratulations on joining the agency and moving out from your family. Lucy had painted your nails with some sheer iridescent polish, matching the shine to the silver on your accessories.

George’s outfit remained to be seen, but the way Lockwood smiled when you showed what you’d be wearing, it matched somehow.

“Uhm, Luce?”

“Yes?”

“What– what is that?”

That was the two-piece set on top of your dress, but it was clearly meant to be worn beneath.

“Oh.” She smiled awkwardly, “There was a two-for-one sale.”

“I see.” Accepting this, you picked the garments up, and she turned back to fixing her makeup. “How did you know my size?”

She froze.

“Lucy?”

“You aren’t gonna like it.”

“What did you do!”

“You aren’t the… only one that does your laundry.”

George.

You turned to face her fully, “You. You.” The words wouldn’t come out.

“It’s fine! He just checked for me quickly. He probably doesn’t even remember.”

Eyes unblinking, you stared at her. “I don’t think I can do this.” having said that, you flung yourself back onto the bed.

“You don’t even have to wear it, I just saw that the colour I picked out matched your dress, so I put it out for you. Please get up.” She pleaded. “I don’t think I told him what it was for, either,” she was speaking like she was conversing with a wild animal.

Relenting, you got back up. “These feel expensive.”

“Hence the two-for-one,”

“They won’t show under my dress?”

Lucy grinned wolfishly, “The plan is to be hidden until the last moment, so no. They’re pretty comfortable too. I’ve worn mine a few times.”

“Oh ew, Lucy.”

“All I’m saying is it’s a hit for both parties.”

You couldn’t help but make a face.

“Not that George will be seeing them, anyway… but I guess it’s good to be in the right state of mind…”

She dragged out the E in “Exactly.”

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You felt pretty. The lingerie did match your dress nicely and fit perfectly, you noted with mixed emotions. And your hair, makeup and accessories all seemed to be working together and playing nicely for once.

“Don’t you two look excellent!” Lockwood said, sidling beside Lucy and giving her an affectionate kiss on the cheek, “Come here; I want to look at you both properly.”

You did as he said, pretending to be doing it unwillingly but feeling very pleased inside.

“Yeah? D’you think it’ll go with George’s?”

“Oh, you haven’t seen him yet, have you?”

You shook your head no, and he turned to holler the other man’s name through the house. George, to his credit, arrived very shortly after. You half expected him to be in a too-big dress shirt and borrowed pants, but you were begrudgingly surprised.

“Oh.” You whispered.

“Oh?” George answered from the doorway.

His suit was a rich burgundy, and while you wore silver, he wore a simple gold chain. The shirt was off-white and a wispy ghost-patterned teal tie.

“You look smart.” You provided.

“I am smart.” He deadpanned.

To that, you rolled your eyes, “You know what I mean. You look good. Clean up well. Whatever,” you averted your gaze and waved your hand in an ‘and so on’ motion. You could feel your face warming, avoiding Lucy’s all-too-knowing expression.

“Ah. Thanks,” and after a moment, he quietly added, “Your dress is nice.”

“Thank you.” You looked up to see his eyes already waiting to meet yours, goosebumps dancing on your skin in reaction.

Lockwood groaned loudly.

“Shut up, Lockwood.” Lucy chided.

“Are they going to be like this all night?”

George broke his gaze first, turning his attention to the taller man. “You’re the one that wanted us to be dating.”

Temporarily throwing your nerves to the wind, you decided that maybe you could have fun with this. You walked to stand beside him, dramatically throwing an arm around him before facing Lockwood and Lucy, “Yeah, what my honey said!”

“My honey?” George questioned, a confused smile on his face.

“We need pet names. If we were really dating, I’d settle for nothing less.” You smiled resolutely, then added. “You don’t like honey? What about… snookums?” He shook his head. “Sweetie pie? Light of my life? My heart? All I hold dearest?” He shook his head no to each one, pausing at my heart, which you would definitely be filing away for later.

“Any normal one like love or babe will do fine, thanks.”

“You spoil my fun, love.”

Distantly, you could hear Anthony retch as Lucy and George sent him twin glares.

“What about you?”

“Hm?”

“Well, you need a pet name too, don’t you?” He asked, and you realised that you hadn’t really put much thought into it. You tried to think back to things on tv or in books.

“Um, I’m not sure. What do you think?”

The pair of you continued to ponder when you stumbled on the memory of when he’d made you both laugh so hard your sides hurt.

You’d gone to Arif’s with him, eating one of the doughnuts as you walked back to 35 Portland Row when you’d unexplainably dropped it and, in your effort to catch it mid-tumble, tripped on a gap in the concrete and fell yourself.

Annoyed and hurt, you’d looked up at George to see him already offering a hand to help you up, but he was laughing. And as much as you wanted to pout, his laughter was infectious. The sun behind his head illuminating the edges of his hair and the sides of his face, which had a chocolate smear and sprinkles on either side of his mouth from his own doughnut, and you couldn’t help but laugh too. The memory made you smile even now.

“What about angel?” You said softly.

“Angel? I can do that.” He nodded, eyes narrowed in curiosity, having noted your mood shift.

With a clap, Lockwood announced, “Great, well, now that that’s settled, we better get going. The gala starts soon, and we wouldn’t want you two lovebirds to miss your first public appearance as a couple.”

You made a face alongside George.

“No… we wouldn’t want that… not at all…”

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The gala was bustling. Rotwell’s was flaunting a new hall they had built recently, a temporary centrepiece to the room being a large fountain that was probably meant to be some sort of vase but ended up looking like an urn overflowing.

Standing at the entrance nervously, you felt George’s hand slip into your own, and you tilted your head in silent question, to which he’d shrugged and simply said, “Looked like you needed it.”

You smiled gratefully and began walking in, greeting a few people you only sort of knew and avoiding the ones you wanted to.

“So, what’s the plan again?”

“Lockwood wants us to schmooze, basically. Find out what the top agencies are interested in. Personally, I want to know what technology is coming out soon.”

“Course you do, babe.”

His eyes flicked to yours briefly before focusing ahead once more.

“So…” You started nervously, “Who to speak to first?”

“Rather the devil you know?” He answered, and you saw him nod his head to the left, which made you turn and see Quill Kipps walking straight for you.

You smiled at the offending man before turning to your date and whispering, “Great…” smiling wider when you realised that George held back a snort of amusement.

“Fancy seeing you two here tonight. I don’t suppose Lockwood’s here.”

“He’s around somewhere. Why d’you ask Kipps?”

“Oh, nothing.” He was pretending to be distracted. That much was obvious. “You look good, by the way.”

That was not what you were expecting. You could feel George wrap his arm around your waist, the palm of his hand warm on your hip, and you could tell that the action wasn’t unnoticed by the other man.

“I– Thank you, Quill.”

He nodded, then answered your earlier question,

“I’m surprised he’d let you off without a short leash, is all, after what happened last time.”

The last time he was referring to was you shouting rather angrily at someone holding up the line at the toilets, who happened to be an honoured guest of that event. Not your finest moment, and the reminder caused your cheeks to heat furiously.

“Well, he did, something about my George being able to keep me in line.” You smiled fondly at George as you worked your budding relationship into the conversation.

“Not that they need to be kept in line, anyway.” He added.

“Ah, well.” Kipps nodded in faux disinterest before tacking on, “Never thought someone would go for you, Karim. But I suppose desperate times call for desperate measures.”

George opened his mouth to retort, but you interrupted before he got the chance,

“Excuse you? What did you just say about my boyfriend?”

Quill seemed genuinely surprised at your aggression, floundering to come up with a witty remark as you continued.

“I’ll have you know that your failure to recognise his brilliance is going to bite you in the arse one day. He is more caring, more funny– more intelligent than you will ever be.” You turned to George, who was wearing a similarly surprised expression, “C’mon love, let’s go speak to someone who won’t behave so rudely.”

And with that, you pulled him off to somewhere secluded, shadow barely disguising the two of you as your own expression slipped, revealing your nerves. “Was that ok? I didn’t push it, did I?”

“No, no, you were great. Very believable…” He trailed off, “Did you really mean that?”

“What? Of course, I meant it. I wouldn’t have said it otherwise.”

He nodded wordlessly, not making eye contact. “Well, it definitely started the rumour mill. At this rate, we’ll be in one of Lockwood’s gossip columns by the end of the week.” You followed his eye line to see Kipps speaking to another agent and glancing at the pair of you, and you groaned, resting your head on George’s shoulder.

“Should we put on a show for them?” There was something about the way he said it that you knew meant trouble.

“You’re starting to sound like our fearless leader.”

He huffed at that, but you could tell it wasn’t without humour.

“Just trust me, yeah?”

You moved your head and looked into his eyes.

“I already do.”

He pulled you until your back was against the wall, and his back was to the crowd. His face was so close now. Had he always had a freckle there? It was so cute… Oh please, please don’t be thinking he was cute right now. You made eye contact, and he smiled reassuringly, murmuring, “Trust me.” His expression went serious once more before leaning down and kissing just below your ear, causing you to make a small noise of pleasant surprise. You felt his lips curve into a smile when he kissed you lower against the side of your neck.

“George.” his name came out more breathily than you had hoped. Another soft kiss, barely grazing the skin this time.

“Yes, angel?”

“I think. I think you’ve made your point.”

“One more for good luck.”

Surprising you with his boldness, he kissed you again before standing up straight and reverted to his usual awkward forwardness.

“I, um, didn’t want to kiss your lips in case that wasn’t alright with you, first.”

“So you… kissed my neck?”

“It’s more intimate than kissing your cheek.” He said as a way of answer.

“True.” You conceded. “And for future reference, I’m ok with kissing as long as you are.”

He nodded but didn’t continue, turning around to the sea of people and searching for the other members of the agency.

“Should we see what the others got up to? Hopefully, they spoke to someone better than we did.”

George did a thin smile before turning back and saying, “I think I can see Lockwood and Lucy.”

“Lead the way.”

As you walked behind him, you couldn’t help but gingerly raise a hand to touch where he’d kissed you last.

“So, how lucky have you two been?” You asked the other couple, and Lucy smirked.

“Not as lucky as you. I saw that.”

“Saw what?” Lockwood asked, and she rolled her eyes.

“Those two necking it in the corner.”

“What?! And you didn’t point it out? How could you, Lucy? I thought we loved each other.”

“I’ll have you know those were tactical kisses.” George butt in.

“Yes. Kipps was rather rude, and Georgie here was displaying gratitude for me defending his honour.”

Anthony grimaced at the mention of the other agent but brightened again, “Defended his honour?”

“Apparently, I’m caring, funny, and intelligent.”

You were either on fire or just embarrassed.

“Why’d you go and tell him that? Now he’s going to get a big head.”

“Bigger than yours?” You quipped, and Lucy smiled. “And it’s true, anyway.” You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant.

“Hence us ‘necking’ in the corner,” George added. “More fuel for the gossip train.”

“Besides, it’s not like getting kissed was terrible.”

“Oh really?” Lucy raised a brow at you, and you silently tried to blow her up with your mind and then yourself for bringing it up. Out of the corner of your vision, you saw George studying your face.

“And it’s good for our cover.” You deflected, watching her eyes glint as a silent reminder that this conversation was not over.

“You didn’t happen to bring makeup with you, did you?” Lockwood asked, suddenly distracting you.

“Uh, no. Why?”

“Just that ol’ loverboy may have overdone it.”

At that, you slapped a hand over your neck, “George Casper Karim, did you give me a hickey?” You hissed. Surely you would have noticed, and Anthony was just ribbing you.

George rubbed his neck awkwardly, “I– maybe? I couldn’t tell ‘cause we were in the dark, and now you’re covering it.”

You turned to Lucy and Lockwood with pleading eyes, Lucy shaking with repressed silent laughter.

“He staked his claim.” That was all you got out of her.

Hesitantly you removed your hand and tilted your head to George in resignation.

“Oh yeah, there it is.” He brushed two fingers over the tender spot so casually, in a way that melted your insides had you not been so mortified.

“George!”

“My bad,” he added apologetically.

Lockwood smiled ruthlessly. “Well, now there’s no doubt about who’s dating who.”

“This is maybe the most embarrassed I’ve ever been.”

“I thought the kissing wasn’t so bad.” Lucy teased.

“It wasn’t, but now I’m going to have to cover it up to leave the house.”

“Or don’t.” George shrugged, and you looked at him. That, combined with the continued hold around your waist was definitely another thing to file away, even when in a fake relationship, George was a little possessive. “‘S not the worst state anyone’s ever seen us in.”

“But what if Arif asks?”

Anthony and Lucy stared at you quizzically. Silently asking, ‘That’s what you’re worried about?’

“Just tell him I gave it to you.” he paused as if remembering that the circumstances weren’t exactly common, “For a case.”

You nodded defeatedly.

“I suppose.”

“Besides.” George had that look in his eye. “You’re the one that liked it.”

Causing the others to laugh as you swatted his arm.

“And you didn’t? One more for good luck?” You reminded him. And he smiled in a way that had heat stirring in your belly.

“I think that was the good luck one,” and he touched the side of your neck again before letting the arm fall to his side. And you struggled not to react so visibly that the others would tease you for it, avoiding Lucy’s eyes specifically.

Something in the air tonight was making George cheeky and touchy, and it was turning you into a swooning damsel. To combat this, you rolled your eyes at his smile, turning to your friends and wrapping an arm around George’s as a tether at the same time.

“But really, did you find anything out?”

“Not much, no,” Lockwood answered.

“He’s lying. Someone from Fittes said that Satchell’s is going to be coming out with some kind of iron tape so that we can do perimeters easier. But that’s still in development.”

Your focus drifted in and out as she recounted what they’d learnt, Lockwood and George’s infrequent additions sometimes catching your attention as you gazed at the closest reflective surface you could, trying to catch a glimpse of the lovebite he’d given you.

“Hello? Is anybody home?” Lucy was waving a hand in front of your face.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I asked what you’d thought of going to the archives with George and me tomorrow, research some of that case I was just talking about.”

She’d been talking about a case? Oops.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry, I think I’m just more tired than I realised.”

She looked at you suspiciously but ultimately relented. “Ok. I’m about done for the night, too. Lockwood?”

“I’m more than happy with how tonight’s turned out. I’ll have to figure out how we can use you two to get more cases.”

You looked at George worriedly and saw him reflect your expression.

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The cab ride home made you realise how overwhelming the gala had been, even in the short time you’d been present. When you’d gotten home, you’d changed almost immediately. You truly were tired of being there, at the very least. And damn it. You were getting all worked up again thinking about earlier. You closed your door, too distracted to notice it didn’t click shut as usual.

Whilst you had changed out of the dress and bra, you couldn’t be bothered to change out of the underwear, vowing to properly clean yourself in the morning and into your comfiest pyjamas. The night was warm enough for cotton shorts, a loose top covering your torso.

Thus faces your new dilemma.

Trying to calm yourself and focus on something other than the sexual tension so suddenly evident between yourself and George without acknowledging tonight’s event, which is precisely how you ended up with a hand in your pyjama shorts.

Your hands moved lower, under the lingerie Lucy had so graciously gifted you— fuck, don’t think about her right now.

You bite your lip to stop a whimper, panting heavily as your fingers move against you as you try to recall the way he’d repeatedly placed an arm around you possessively tonight, the warmth of his hand against your hip still being fresh in your memory.

Vaguely, you could hear footsteps in the hallway, trying to be quieter as you continued to work yourself and resuming once you thought you heard the footsteps fade.

Your eyes squeezed shut, imagining it was George’s between your legs.

Maybe you’d be able to run your hand through his hair and see how soft it was for yourself as he went down on you.

Moaning softly as you tipped your head back onto your pillow, exposing the very neck he’d kissed earlier, and if you focused, you could feel his answering smile against the column of flesh.

“G.. ge-“

You couldn’t bring yourself to finish stuttering out the whisper of his name, trying to imagine what his touches could have been if you’d both not been fully clothed. Wishing that you hadn’t stopped him earlier to see truly how far he would have gone.

The sound of your door swinging broke through your thoughts, your hand stopping as you paused, opening one eye slowly to see George leaning smugly against the doorframe. Your legs clenched together.

“No, please, don’t stop on my account.”

You let out a long, low groan, sliding your hands out of your shorts and rolling over to hide your burning cheeks in your bed.

“How long?”

“Long enough.”

You groaned again. This was beyond embarrassing. It was humiliating. Sure, he’d been in various states of undress around you. But that was just normal stuff, coming out of his room not wearing pants, he’s done that around everyone, and he certainly hadn’t been caught pleasuring himself by the person he was jerking off thinking of.

“You. You should’ve knocked. You can’t just come in!”

George huffed a laugh, “Your door was unlocked, and you weren’t answering. I wanted to see if you needed anything washed to go to the archives tomorrow.”

He paused, apparently intent on enjoying the moment, “But it seems you need a hand with something else, don’t you, angel?”

You would have to move to another country. Wales could always use agents, right? Surely? Maybe there you could find some other hot guy to pine over and hope he gave you his affection. Because this was getting to the point of mortification.

George chuckled, and you heard the floorboards creak, then felt the bed dip down. Your eyes widened where you were hiding your face. Was he sitting on your bed?

“I take back what I said earlier, this is officially the most embarrassed I’ve ever been.”

“Look at me, please?”

Slowly, you turned your head to face him. His expression was unlike anything you’d seen from him yet, he looked like he was going to eat you alive.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. We all do it.”

He said matter-of-factly, and despite yourself, you nodded.

“Even you?” You wrinkled your nose and made a face of mock surprise, which had him wryly looking at you.

“I’m not going to answer that.” He said, moving further up your bed, gesturing for you to sit up.

“What are you doing?” Your eyes narrowed as you watched him, face still hot despite him assuring you.

Surprisingly forward tonight, George hummed. “Well… clearly, I interrupted you while you were doing something you needed to finish.” He paused, readjusting your pillow. “And I’d really like to help you finish. If that’s alright with you.” One of his hands touched the bare skin on your thigh, watching your reaction for any hesitation.

“That’s alright with me.”

It was astounding how quickly your embarrassment had snapped back into arousal.

You shuffled closer to the centre of the bed, and he slotted himself behind you. His legs wrapped around your own as he pulled your torso so that your back was flush with his chest.

You swallowed hard.

“Are you sure, angel?”

“Yes. Please.”

His face was just beside your head, above your right shoulder. Gradually, his hand snaked underneath your shorts, a soft “Wow,” escaping his lips as his fingers grazed the dampness of the underwear covering you.

You rested your head on his shoulder, exposing your neck again, which he rewarded by peppering it with kisses and soft bites.

His other hand moved to touch the soft skin underneath your shirt, and you could feel your breathing increase rapidly. This was real.

“Were you thinking of me?” He spoke so quietly you almost missed it, and you whimpered. “Hm? Were you touching yourself while thinking of me?”

“Yes.” You responded, already feeling lightheaded under his care.

Beside your ear, he inhaled sharply. “All this just thinking of me?” He seemed in awe.

“Yeah, Georgie.” You confirmed.

He shifted his hands to pull the shorts down and kissed your neck in a way you knew it left another mark.

Briefly, he felt the material of your underwear again, running his finger along the underside of the elastic.

“These feel special.”

“They’re— Lucy got them for me.”

“You were wearing lingerie tonight?”

“You knew that she was buying lingerie?”

“Yeah? She asked me what colours you liked, and I… prodded.”

You didn’t know whether to focus on the fact that he had known what she bought you, or that he had informed what it was that was bought, or even that he knew what you liked to the point of being consulted.

“If it’s anything, thank goodness you didn’t tell me.”

“Huh?”

“We wouldn’t have made it through the gala.”

You turned to look at him and realised he was being serious. His desire to see you in them would have been made into his most recent obsession.

“M— maybe I’ll put the set on for you some other time.”

He smiled, moving your shirt collar so that he could kiss your shoulder.

“I’d really like that, sweetheart.”

His hand slipped into your underwear, mimicking your earlier motions of collecting from between your moist folds. His fingers slid back and forth a few passes until you whined impatiently.

“So wet,” he murmured. “I think I can get you wetter.” He whispered against your ear, a promise.

The pad of his middle finger drew slow circles around your clit, and the hand in your shirt moved upwards to gently knead your breast, causing your nipples to stiffen.

“Oh, George.” You sighed pleasantly, and he groaned quietly in response.

“Have to be quieter for me, love. Not that I don’t want to hear you, just that I don’t want the others to as well.” He increased the pressure, and you fought back a moan, “Think you can do that for me, angel?” and you nodded quickly, not trusting your ability to speak at the moment.

“Such a good girl for me,” he praised.

You didn’t even remember how he’d ended up on your bed, embarrassment lost under his skilful hands.

“Please.” you whimpered, hips squirming against him, his fingers moving faster against you. Simultaneously, he rolled the nipple in his hand between his fingers, causing a low whine to slip through your lips.

“Shhh, that’s it, love.” He nipped at the skin of your neck softly, soothing it soon after by placing soft kisses against it. “Let me take care of you, yeah?”

You turned your head, wanting to see him even if it was through half-lidded eyes.

The sight of him had you sucking in a quick breath; his eyebrows pinched together, mouth slightly ajar, and cheeks reddened. His eyes had that look in them again, which you were quickly realising was something akin to heat or desire. George looked almost blissed out as he focused on giving you pleasure.

You released a soft moan, panting as he continued, and his brow creased further. His eyes snapped shut as he listened to the broken noises you struggled to suppress, causing you to realise that he was getting off on this. He was enjoying making you fight not to make pleased little noises, the evidence of the effect of him on you. You wanted to kiss him desperately.

Your left hand moved sluggishly upwards, hesitantly cupping his cheek, and you gently traced your thumb down the cheekbone. His eyes flew open, and he turned slightly so that his gaze landed on your face. Fuck, he looked so good. He raised the same brows you had been observing earlier in silent question, and you felt yourself growing shy despite the circumstances you were currently in.

“Mm?”

You bit your lip, still gently tracing the shape of his cheek and being partially distracted by his actions. Tentatively you moved your face closer to his, lifting slightly off of his shoulder and tilting your head for a better angle. Your gaze kept flicking to his lips, then back to his eyes. He licked his lips, readjusting slightly so you could continue forward more comfortably.

“Please?” You whispered, and he nodded.

Your lips barely connected at first before moving ever closer, George finally understanding your earlier wordless begging and further uniting the two of you. Urgently you tried to convey your feelings for him in this– possibly single– kiss. The hand that was on his cheek was now against his jaw, fingers playing with the hair peeking out from behind his ear. Your other hand now came to a loose grip around the wrist that was down your shorts, taking pleasure in just feeling the rotation before falling to your side again.

You moved back to take a breath, his hand that was under your top moved around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You could feel him hard against your back. Then, it moved to join his other hand under your underwear, avoiding the wonderful movements made by his fingers, rubbing along your folds, and a moment later, you felt one of his long fingers pressing into you, both testing and teasing. A pleased sigh slipping out of him as he realised how easy it was for him to move in and out of you before he added another finger, making your jaw go slack as you fought off the noises he was willing to escape.

He took that reaction as an opportunity to kiss you deeper, lips moving languidly against your own, drawing soft aborted moans from you.

You pulled back again to look down at yourself, his tan arms against your skin, shirt ridden up from his earlier touching.

Breathlessly, your gaze shifted to his face again and whimpered, “George.”

He looked into your eyes and smiled. That had your heartbeat quickening, the butterflies in your stomach causing your orgasm to approach more rapidly. His smile grew as he felt you clench down on him.

“Just for my smile?” He looked pleasantly confused. And you groaned against him.

“Y’r so pretty.” You slurred against him, lust-drunk. “‘S not my fault.”

He hummed in amusement.

Your eyes fluttered shut, hips moving against him as his fingers pumped in and out of you, his others working just as relentlessly against your clit. Shuddering as he kissed just below your ear, where it connected with your jaw. Breathy whines became quiet needy moans, and you couldn't help but tilt his head so slightly to press your own kisses to the side of his mouth and cheek.

“So good to me. Y’r so good t’ me, George.”

And you heard him groan in response. Once again, you clenched in reaction.

“Let go for me, angel.” He murmured, softly biting where he could reach. “I know you’re close. I can feel it.”

He was right, you were close. His warmth pressed against you, combined with his hands and the kisses and bites he had been determinedly leaving on your throat, had you just at your tipping point.

He increased the pressure of his fingers, angling the others just so, and you couldn’t help but moan at it as your back arched.

“Geo— Georgie.” You whispered, the pet name sounding all the more affectionate in your haze.

“Let go for me, please? I’d really like to see it, love.”

And you did.

His odd fascination with you spurring him to continue his ministrations in order to draw it out as long as he could, watching your face contort, and your chest rise and fall, not stopping until you shook in his arms.

Slowly, he removed his hands from your shorts, leaving you to recover in his embrace.

Your mind was completely devoid of comprehensible thoughts, face angled into the crook of his neck as you regained sentience after the mind-numbing orgasm he had just gifted you with. You kissed at the skin there, the pair of you sighing contentedly at the feeling.

You felt him shift behind you and started to awaken further from what felt like a very strange but very good dream, and you realised what had just happened between each of you.

He has just caught you masturbating to him, and instead of running for the hills, he… did that. You had let him— invited him to do that. You must have stiffened against him because he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“You… caught me in a private moment and stayed, is all.”

“Mm? All of which I thought was quite nice.”

You frowned at him, but you knew he could see you didn’t mean it.

“‘S just odd. That’s all.” Then, quieter as you looked away, you added, “I didn’t know you even liked me.” And he scoffed, drawing your attention once again.

“I lay into you like a vampire in public, and you didn’t think I liked you?”

“Well, when you say it like that.”

He shifted, and you felt the bulge of his hardness against your back again. He had gotten hard just getting you off. Your eyes widened as he stuck the two fingers he’d just been fucking into you inside of his mouth. His eyes shut briefly, and you saw his cheeks hollow as he sucked your arousal off of his fingers.

“Oh, that’s trouble.”

“How do you mean?”

“You taste really good, angel.”

You inhaled sharply, a second wave of lust washing over you, and he opened his eyes to do that small, knowing smirk at you, the same one he did when he knew something you didn’t, which was often.

You could feel your heart hammering in your chest.

“I’d like a repeat of this if you don’t mind.”

You rolled your eyes fondly at him. “You just reduced me to mush, and you think I wouldn’t want that to happen again?”

He huffed a laugh, gently nudging you to get you to flip over and lay properly onto him, bringing his hardness back to the forefront of your mind.

“Do you..?”

“What? Oh, no.”

You deflated slightly.

“As lovely as that would be, angel,” he continued, “I’m knackered, and I want your energy up for tomorrow.”

“What’s tomorrow? Besides the archives, I mean?”

“Oh, didn’t you know? You’re feeling kind of feverish, so I have to stay home and look after you, and would you please go with her, Lockwood? The archives can be terribly boring when you’re alone.” He was smiling at you as though recounting a funny story, and he pulled blankets over the pair of you, so he was planning to stay the night, it appeared. Or at least until early in the morning when he woke.

“George, are you trying to get me alone tomorrow?”

“Yes. Wasn’t that obvious?” he deadpanned, and you couldn’t help the fond smile in response, and you hummed instead of answering.

“Besides, if not tomorrow, I’ll find some other way to hear those pretty noises you make while you’re under me.”

Your cheeks burned, and you buried your face under his jaw.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I certainly hope not, I don’t want to experiment on your ghost.”

“That was almost sweet?”

“I meant it.”

You were just dozing off when he broke the silence.

“Why angel?”

“Hm?”

“Your pet name, why an angel?”

“Oh.” You moved to get more comfortable now that you were more aware of your surroundings again. “It reminds me of you.”

He waited for you to continue, not letting you out of that so easily.

“Do you remember the time we went to Arif’s together? The grocery boy had left out some things, so we decided to pick up doughnuts on our way home.”

“Last summer?”

You nodded against his collarbone.

“And when we were walking home, and I dropped it for some reason–”

He cut you off, silently adding, “A bird flew right in front of us.”

“And I got so surprised I dropped it,” you amended, recalling the bird now, too. “But I tried to catch it and went tumbling into the pavement?”

A faint exhale of a laugh came from above you, and you knew he was laughing at you even now.

“When I looked up at you, the sun was right behind you and…” Suddenly shy, you drifted off.

“Yes?” He prompted.

“You were laughing, and I couldn’t find myself to care because the sun was behind you. It lit up the edges of your hair like a halo, that’s why. It’s… I really like that memory.”

“Hm.”

“What?”

“I… may have asked Lockwood to stay home so I could take you instead. You’ve liked me since then?”

You laughed suddenly, surprising yourself. “We’re totally useless. Probably longer– I bet if I asked Lucy to take Anthony instead of us tomorrow, she would. She’s probably sick of me pining.”

“She’s got no ground to stand on. She and Lockwood were way worse.” He complained.

“Yeah?”

“And I had to deal with it alone.”

“But not anymore,” you said softly. “You have me now.” and he hugged you tighter to him. “We might have to buy me a scarf, though.”

“Oh, definitely. Don’t let them see tomorrow, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

George Casper Karim was unbearable.

His big stupid head still told you off for taking the biscuit, but now it would bend down and kiss you softly too.

And he still was so helpful, but now you could really see how he picked favourites and was secretly incredibly pleased he chose you, even if it meant investing what must count as an industrial-grade concealer so that his dutiful ironing was the only thing that made an impression on the client.

But now, he was even sweeter. His touches lingered and were more frequent. He still wouldn’t touch the others as openly, but your space and his space soon became shared. He was unbearable.

He still rolled his eyes as you tried to find a nickname of his very own, admonishing you with a heatless “Angel.” but you knew, you just knew you’d find the perfect fit one day.

He made your world spin, and you couldn’t help but always feel warm, safe and happy with him.

Which, without your knowing, was infectious. Spread to him like a leaf unfurling.

You were unbearable.

#lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #locklyle #george karim #smut fic #i might do another but dont get your hopes up #george karim x you #george karim x reader

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thegreathuxton · 5 months

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Pillow talk, please.

Anything for you, nonny. 🥰

(18+ AGED UP CHARACTERS)

DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. (You have been warned)

Anthony Lockwood x fem!Reader

The talking always starts before you even reach the bed.

Lockwood is a gentleman, so he'll keep it discreet and won't do anything too risky.

But, man, your face will be all red by the time he gets his hands on you.

Once you're alone, he is absolutely filthy.

He really does keep it quiet. He doesn't want anyone but you to hear him, and he wants no one but him to hear you.

Super big on praise. If you don't like being called a good girl, get out.

He's always up against your ear or has his forehead pressed to yours, staring into your eyes and watching your expressions as he moves.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey," he says in rapid repetition. "Don't hide. Let me look at you..."

He grabs your wrists and slowly brings them away from your chest and places them above your head. He keeps them there with one large hand. "That's it, sweetness. Good girl..."

He presses a soft kiss to your lips and then lets his hand trail down to your chest. He takes one mound and palms it almost greedily.

"Prettiest tits I've ever fucking seen," he mutters against the skin of your neck. "Can't understand why you'd want to hide 'em from me." His hand keeps moving, trailing down to your warm cunt and sliding two fingers between the lips. Your back arches. He grins. He lets one of your hands go free but keeps the other right where it is, above your head. "Put your fingers down there for me," he whispers in your ear, teeth grazing your lobe. "Spread those lips nice and wide. Lemme see your pretty pussy... That's it... nice and easy, hm? Fuck, we'll have to wash these sheets tomorrow. You're dripping like a faucet."

Your fingers have replaced his, and you've spread the lips wide open. He leans back and gazes down at it, smirking.

"This beautiful body," he murmurs, "it's all mine, isn't it? Say it for me..."

You repeat what he wants. He's pleased enough. He slides his middle and ring finger into your entrance, all the way to the knuckle. You moan, and he places his hand over your mouth gently, of course.

"I'm gonna make you come on my fingers, alright?" He says and places a kiss on your forehead. "Just lay back and relax for me, love. This will only take a few moments..."

#HAVEN’T WRITTEN SMUT IN A HOT SECOND HOO #dead dove do not eat #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood/reader #anthony lockwood and you #anthony lockwood/you #ask answered #anon ask #anon smut

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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body electric — tyler lockwood x reader

my clothes still smell like you

and all the photographs say you're still young

i pretend i'm not hurt

and go about the world like i'm havin' fun

☄. *. ⋆

content warnings and genre: alcohol consumption, use of drugs, swearing, sex is mentioned — angst

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

synopsis: you pretend not to be hurt but after your break-up with tyler. you choose escaping from reality, trying to have fun every friday night that comes your way

you can find part 2 here

✧.*

the silence was heavy, the weight of unspoken words suffocating. the air seemed charged with tension as tyler lockwood stood by the doorway, his gaze locked onto yours. the faint light filtering through the curtains cast a soft glow on his features, highlighting the conflicted emotions that played across his face.

it had been weeks since the breakup, but the wounds were still raw, the pain as fresh as ever. the memories of your time together seemed to linger in every corner of the room, a constant reminder of what once was. the walls that had once held laughter and shared secrets now echoed with emptiness.

tyler's fingers twitched at his sides, a nervous habit that you had come to recognize all too well. his lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but the words remained trapped within him. you could practically feel the weight of his regret, the unspoken apology that hung in the air.

your heart ached as you turned away, unable to meet his gaze any longer. the emotions you had been trying so hard to keep at bay threatened to overwhelm you, and you felt a lump forming in your throat. the pain was a constant ache, a dull throb that seemed to resonate throughout your entire being.

days had turned into nights, and nights into a blur of reckless escapism. the bars and clubs had become your refuge, a place where the music was loud enough to drown out the cacophony of thoughts in your head. the taste of alcohol on your lips was a temporary reprieve from the constant ache in your chest.

but as the music pulsed around you, bodies swaying in time with the beat, you couldn't escape the memories. each song, each laugh, each stolen moment seemed to play on a loop in your mind. the strangers you woke up next to were a fleeting distraction, faces that blurred into one another as you tried to numb the pain.

friends had tried to reach out, their concerned voices a distant echo in the background. but the walls you had built around yourself were fortified, the barriers impossible to breach. you had become a master of masking your pain, of presenting a façade that was carefully curated to hide the shattered pieces within.

and so, the days blurred into nights, and the nights into days, the cycle of self-destructive behavior spiraling further and further. the pain was tearing you apart on the inside, a relentless storm that showed no signs of abating. yet, through it all, you kept up the charade, a broken smile on your lips as you navigated the wreckage of what had once been a love story for the ages.

“is she gonna be okay?” matt asked, earning a shrug from jeremy. you were erratic, an array of tequila shots standing in front of you, mocking you. you were looped up on something, you didn't know what. you stopped asking and continued taking what you paid for. matt recognized his deceased sister's behavior in you. they watched with eyes of pity as you downed every last shot.

tyler's gaze remained fixed on you from across the dimly lit club, his heart heavy with a mixture of guilt and longing. he saw how you laughed too loudly, how your movements were uncoordinated, and how you leaned into the touches of the strangers around you, seeking solace in their fleeting embraces.

hayley sat in his lap, her lips locked with his as they shared an intimate moment, but tyler's attention was elsewhere. his jaw clenched, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his drink a little too tightly. he could hardly tear his eyes away from you, from the wreckage of emotions that played out on your face.

the music pulsed in rhythm with the ache in his chest, a constant reminder of the connection that had once bound you together. he had never wanted to hurt you, but the circumstances had torn you apart, and now he watched as the aftermath unfolded before him.

as you stumbled, a sympathetic smile tugged at jeremy's lips as he murmured, “she's hurting, man.” matt's gaze remained solemn, his eyes fixed on you as if hoping to will away the pain that radiated from you in waves.

as the alcohol coursed through your veins, the edges of reality began to blur.aughter and cheers filled the air, but the sounds were distant, muffled by the haze that had enveloped your senses. the lights above seemed to dance, their colors merging into a kaleidoscope of emotions that you couldn't quite grasp.

amidst the chaotic whirl of the club, matt's concerned eyes finally zeroed in on you. he wove his way through the crowd, determined yet cautious, until he stood beside you, a lifeline in the midst of your tumultuous sea.

“hey,” he said softly, his voice cutting through the din. you looked up at him, your vision hazy and unfocused, but his presence grounding you slightly. “you okay?”

a fragile smile graced your lips, your expression a blend of sadness and defiance. “i'm fine, matt. just letting loose, you know? life's too short to dwell on the past.”

his concern deepened as he regarded you, his sister's memory haunting his eyes. “is this about tyler?”

you let out a bitter laugh, the sound tinged with a mix of bitterness and resignation. “tyler? he's history, matt. ancient history. i've never felt more free than I do now.”

matt's brow furrowed, his skepticism evident. “are you sure about that? you two had something real.”

you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the turmoil within. “real, maybe. but that's all in the past now. and honestly, i'm better off without him.”

matt's gaze searched yours, as if trying to discern the truth hidden beneath your words. “i just don't want to see you hurting like this.”

your smile wavered, a hint of vulnerability seeping through. “i appreciate your concern, matt. but really, i'm good. in fact, i want to prove it to you. come with me.”

you motioned toward a discreet door at the corner of the club, curiosity and hesitation warring in his eyes. “where are we going?”

“just a quieter place,” you replied, your voice a whisper meant only for him. “somewhere we can talk without all this noise.”

matt hesitated, glancing back at the corner where tyler and hayley were still entangled, then back at you. “i don't know, (y/n). tyler's my friend too.”

you leaned in, your breath warm against his ear. “trust me, matt. you'll see that i'm telling the truth. just give me a chance to prove it.”

his resolve wavered, the concern for you battling with his loyalty to tyler. but the alcohol coursing through his veins tipped the scales, and he nodded. “alright, let's go.”

The sun crept over the horizon, casting a soft glow on the town of Mystic Falls as another day began. The events of the night before had faded into a hazy memory, and the school morning had arrived with its own set of challenges.

as students shuffled into mystic falls jigh school, the tension in the air was palpable. whispers and sidelong glances followed tyler as he made his way through the hallways. his jaw was clenched, his eyes narrowed, and an air of barely-contained anger surrounded him.

matt, unaware of the storm brewing, leaned against his locker, chatting with a friend. he had believed your words the night before, had fallen for your act of moving on from tyler. little did he know that he was about to become a pawn in a much larger game.

the moment tyler's eyes landed on matt, his steps quickened. before anyone could react, he had grabbed his collar, shoving him against the lockers with a force that left everyone around them stunned.

“what the hell did you do?” tyler's voice was a low growl, a dangerous edge to his words.

matt's confusion was evident, his hands raised defensively. “what are you talking about, tyler?”

tyler's grip tightened, his anger boiling over. “don't play dumb with me. i saw you with her, in that fucking private room.”

recognition flickered in matt's eyes, the realization dawning on him. “wait, you mean (y/n)?”

tyler's nostrils flared, his control slipping. “yeah, (y/n). my ex. the one you couldn't keep your hands off last night.”

matt's initial confusion gave way to a mixture of guilt and disbelief. “tyler, i didn't know...”

“you didn't know she was using you as a rebound? that you wer3 just another conquest for her to numb the pain?” tyler's voice was laced with venom, his grip on matt's collar almost suffocating.

the surrounding students had gathered, a mix of shock and curiosity painting their faces. whispers of gossip spread like wildfire, the news of your actions making its way through the school.

“i swear, tyler, i thought she was really over you,” matt pleaded, struggling against tyler's hold.

a bitter laugh escaped tyler's lips, the sound filled with a mix of pain and fury. “over me? she left before you woke up, matt. she used you just like she's been using everyone else.”

matt's expression fell, his guilt deepening. “i didn't know–”

tyler shoved him away, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. “well, now you do. stay away from her, or there'll be more than just a shove.”

as tyler stormed away, leaving a stunned and silent hallway in his wake, matt leaned heavily against the lockers. the weight of his unwitting role in your game weighed heavily on his shoulders, the truth sinking in like an anchor pulling him under.

the sun had long since set, casting the town of mystic falls into darkness once again. in the quiet solitude of your room, you found yourself staring blankly at the flickering candle on your dresser, lost in your thoughts. the powder on your nightstand was a few days old, credit card severely bent. but it never stopped you from keeping your streak afloat. the bottle was near empty, but it didn't stop you from getting every last drop. the events of the past few days had left you feeling adrift, as if you were caught in a never-ending spiral of pain and self-destruction.

a soft knock on your door roused you from your reverie. you glanced up to see jeremy standing in the doorway, a mixture of concern and understanding in his eyes. he had been your friend for a long time, someone who had seen you through your ups and downs.

"hey," he said softly, stepping into the room. "mind if i come in?"

you shook your head, a faint smile tugging at your lips. "of course not. it's just me, after all."

jeremy took a seat on your bed, his gaze unwavering. "(y/n), i've been worried about you. the way you've been acting... it's not like you."

you let out a bitter laugh, the sound tinged with self-deprecation. "what do you know about me, jeremy? maybe this is the real me, and everything else was just a lie."

he reached out, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "i don't believe that. you've been hurting, i get that. but this path you're on... it's only going to lead to more pain."

you looked away, your gaze fixed on the candle's flame. "what do you want me to do, jeremy? pretend like everything's okay? i tried that, and look where it got me."

his voice was gentle but firm. "i want you to realize that you don't have to go down this road alone. Ttere are people who care about you, who want to help."

a bitter smile played on your lips. "people like tyler? he cared, didn't he? look how that turned out."

jeremy sighed, his concern deepening. "i know tyler messed up, but that doesn't mean everyone will. (y/n), you're pushing people away, the ones who genuinely care. don't let your pain blind you to that."

tears welled up in your eyes, the weight of your emotions threatening to break through the façade you had carefully crafted. "i don't even know who i am anymore, jeremy."

he leaned in, his voice soft and reassuring. "You're still the same person, (y/n). you're just hurting. and it's okay to ask for help when you need it."

the room was filled with a heavy silence, the weight of your choices and their consequences hanging in the air. as jeremy's words resonated within you, a sense of longing and desperation gnawed at your heart. but in that moment, you couldn't bring yourself to take the lifeline he offered.

as Jeremy left your room, his footsteps fading into the distance, you were left alone with your thoughts once again. the candle's flame continued to flicker, casting shadows that danced across the walls. in the depths of your heart, a battle raged between the path of self-destruction and the faint glimmer of hope that still lingered. and in that moment, you were faced with a choice that would shape your fate, sealing your path with a heartbreaking ending that nobody could change. you had already made your choice.

with a deep inhale, you leaned over the lines on your nightstand, a sense of inevitability settling over you. the cold burn of the powder inhaled through your nose spread like wildfire, searing through your senses and offering a fleeting moment of release. the world around you blurred, the edges of reality softening as the darkness of your choices enveloped you.

the vial clinked softly as you set it back on the nightstand, a sinister reminder of the path you had chosen. the pain remained, but it was dulled, numbed by the rush of chemicals coursing through your veins. it was a false solace, a temporary reprieve from the storm that raged within.

as you sank deeper into the abyss, the weight of your decisions pressed upon you like a heavy shroud. the people who cared, who had tried to reach out, were fading into the background, their voices muffled by the pull of addiction. the isolation you had woven around yourself grew thicker, the tendrils of your choices constricting your world.

before you had closed your eyes once and for all, you had expected your gaze to land on the vial on your nightstand. it couldn't help but fall, however, your last sight a framed photo of you and tyler before the bitter blackness that engulfed you.

#the vampire diaries #tvd #tyler lockwood #tyler x reader #tyler lockwood x reader #tyler lockwood angst #tyler lockwood smut #jeremy gilbert angst #jeremy gilbert

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deadsnothere · 1 year

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I wanna be dirty!

Synopsis - After a case went a bit south, Lockwood came home and got bandaged up by Alias on his bed. While somehow moving to the subject of their sex lives, leading to something more. Also known as A song fic from the rocky horror show song -

Touch-a, Touch-a Touch me.

Masterlist

Request - no

Word Count - 1.6k

Proof read - Yes and no? I gave up half way through because it's 2 am please give feedback

Speak Ali!! - Guys i'm dying, If this is good tell me, if this is bad tell me. I want your genuine answer before i make a part two of my cafe fic because i don't want it to be bad. Also REQUEST LOCKWOOD STUFF!! I'm currently working on two request which i'm very excited for!!

“I was feeling done in…couldn't win.”

I sighed softly while cleaning Anthony's wounds, sat on his bed. He’d gotten hurt while on a case and came back to the house with it not bandaged up, So I was bandaging his scrapes and bruises. He honestly looked kind of hot. His white button up was open, his belt was unbuckled and his hair was messed up. All while he was hot and sweaty. God what i’d do for this man to rai-

-Back on track! How we got to the subject of my sex life, I'm not sure but here we are. “I’d only ever kissed before.” this still baffles me, I mean i'm sat here talking to Lockwood of all people about my sex life! The one I barely have- but he’s still intently listening either way. “I thought there's no use getting…into heavy petting.” I just shrugged my shoulders. ‘Why is his hand getting close to my chest? WHY AM I THE ONE MOVING IT CLOSER-’ I pulled it away, blinking almost like I'd woken up from a daze. His face looked as if it were bright red, but he didn't move his hand away, until I moved it myself. Is he enjoying this?

“It only leads to trouble and…seat wetting.” I put the cap on the alcohol, and put the bandages up. God, Anthony's stare is killing me, he's looking at me like a lost puppy with his wide eyes and pretty face, boring into my skin, sending a chill down my back. "Now all I want to know.” I placed a hand on his shoulder, unbuttoning the top button of my shirt. His hands reached up to undo the rest. “Is how to go. I've tasted blood and I want more.” Anthony slowly unbuttoned my entire shirt, I let him push the cotton material off my shoulders. I took my hand off his shoulder, lifting my skirt up to tease him. “I'll put up no resistance.” He grabbed my hands, placing my forearms on his shoulders pulling me closer.

“I want to stay the distance.” He grabbed my hips, pulling at the band of my skirt. “I've got an itch to scratch. I need assistance!” I pulled him into me slowly, his hands moved to grip on his bed sheets, Almost not able to look away. “Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a Touch me!” He moved back in his bed, eyes mesmerized by my body. He waved for me to move with him and pulled me up to be face to face. I whispered in his ear. “I wanna be dirty.” Anthony's face was bright red as I moved down on his body, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck, shoulder, and chest all the way until I got to his happy trail. “Thrill me, Chill me, Fulfill me!”

“A-Alias..I never thought you would- be this bold.” I giggled softly pulling at his belt. “Well just give me the word and i’ll stop-” Anthony almost jumped to say, “No!- No god, please don't stop.” I let myself giggle, before finally pulling his belt off. “Now if anything grows.” I trailed a finger across his tented pants, a smile growing when he jerked from the small, sudden contact. “While you pose.” I mocked him by doing his stupid smirk, making him laugh at me. “I’ll oil you up and rub you down..” I pulled the zipper of his pants down in one swift motion. God, he is hot.

“and that's just one small fraction of the main attraction.” Slowly I crawled forwards at head level again, while using my right hand to unbutton Anthony's pants. “You need a friendly hand?” I pushed myself up, now stood on both knees towering over him. He moved with me sitting up to be able to see me better. Grabbing both of his hands in mine, “Ohh, I need action!” I placed them on my tits, still in my bra, giggling when Anthony's eyes grew wide, a smile coming soon after. “Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch me!” I definitely sounded more desperate. The feeling of his hands was amazing. I've been dreaming this night. He used his hands to play with my tits, squishing them together, squeezing them in his hands, once again mesmerized by my body. “I wanna be dirty!” I pushed him down on the bed laughing when he made an ‘omph!’ sound.

I lowered my head to kiss his neck, this time leaving a few hickeys. My hands pulled down his pants, then his boxers. Him lifting his hips to help me. Crawling backwards I landed on the floor. When Anthony sat up he was already in the perfect position. sitting on my knees, I pulled his pants and boxers off all the way. Taking the tip of his cock into my mouth, coating it in my spit and popping off of it once more. “I'm not going to be the best at this..” He laughed at my nervousness. “Don't laugh at me-!”

He cut me off by cradling my face in his hands, and slowly pushing my head down onto his cock. “don't worry just let me guide you.” he whispered out in a husky tone, pushing my head in rhythm. I opened my throat the best i could trying to relax, his hips buck into my mouth, quietly groaning. The closer he got to cumming the faster his pace went, I could feel the hand prints that were going to be left on my face after he was done with me.

“Swallow.” IS THAT THE ONLY WARNING I GET- Suddenly I felt a hot liquid go down my throat, only having to swallow the bit that landed in my mouth during Anthony’s last thrust. He was quick to pull out of my mouth, leaning down to kiss my cheeks softly, while running his hands through my hair. “You did so good taking me, darling. So good.” I stood up quickly, almost falling from dizziness due to the speed of my movement. Steadying myself, I sat on Anthony's lap, Kissing at his neck and grinding my hips down creating friction. he pushed my head away and instead went to leave hickeys on my neck. “Use your words darling, what do you want?” – “I want to have my way with you.” His eyes widened when I so desperately asked for his body.

“I’ll do anything you please. Suck your cock again, fuck myself on your fingers, Just please give me something.” Every word left him more and more speechless. “I-”

He didn't speak for a few seconds, simply laying himself down and drawing my hips up. “Sit on my face, I’ll give you the best orgasm you've ever felt.” I moved without thinking, pulling down my panties, crawling forwards to him, almost nervous to have my cunt so close to his face. He hooked his arms around my thighs pulling me down to sit on his face. “Oh shit!” I gasped in surprise, shuttering when his tongue came to lick and suck at my clit. God, it made a chill go down my back. His tongue pushed into my cunt in one quick motion, he was using his arms to guide my hips on his tongue making this feeling absolutely perfect. Slowly a coil started to form in my stomach, and unlike its building it quickly broke.

when I moved away from his face he was covered in my cum, using his hands to wipe and lick it off his fingers. “You taste so good.” I knew he was lying, Cum tasted horrible I should know. But the way he absolutely devoured what was on his fingers, like he was having his last meal before the electric chair, I almost believed him. We both laid on his bed for a minute, before I finally got up and went to the bathroom, coming back out with a towel and wet washcloth. Anthony is now sitting back with his back to his head board. He took it from me as soon as I got to bed. Wiping his mouth off first, and then focusing on me purely.

“I can't get enough of you.” Anthony kissed my cheek. It was quiet while he cleaned us both off. Neither of us wanted to whisk the comforting silence away. Until he finally spoke up. “What does this make us now?” I shrugged my shoulders letting him lean his chin on my stomach, looking up at me. “What do you want to be Lockwood?” He grinned at me with his megawatt smile. “Well if you're going to be my girlfriend I don't think you should call me Lockwood. I much prefer Anthony from you.” “Well Anthony, I like that as well.”

The next thing I knew I was holding his head in my arms falling fastly asleep, content in where the night took us.

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“So we're murdering them when they wake up right?” Lucy nodded along with George who was making tea in the kitchen. “It's either murder or they get us noise canceling headphones.” He agreed, laughing turning into the fake crying.

If this is bad I'm sorry, Anyways- this is basically a test before I write part 2 of the café fic- Because im scared it won't be well and ya'll will be disappointed :D SO PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK!!

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Moonlit Temptations

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗩𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗗𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗧𝘆𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟭.𝟳𝗸+

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪! 𝗨𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗪𝗥𝗔𝗣 𝗨𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗦!), 𝗽𝗻𝘃, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 (𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗳𝘄𝗯

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼 𝗝𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗺𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗧𝘆𝗹𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!

𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙛! 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧!

“Wow.” Is all I say, getting my first look of the party. We’re at the Lockwood’s swimming hole, and it’s the biggest party of the year. There’s people drunkenly swimming, swinging into the water off a rope. There’s a bonfire and lawn chairs where people gather, and cliques of people scatter around.

Caroline and I have pregamed hard, and now we’re here to wreak some havoc. “I know right! This is the party of the century, Y/N. This is going to be awesome!” She smiles, and we walk (practically stumble) down the hill to the swimming hole.

We’re met at the bottom of the hill with Tyler Lockwood, womanizer extraordinaire. “Here comes Tyler!” Caroline whispers to me, nudging my shoulder. Tyler and I have been sneaking around for a few months. I swore to myself that I’d never even utter the word ‘situationship’ after the last time, but here we are.

Tyler and I have a ‘friends with benefits’ type of arrangement if you will. Touches behind closed doors and hidden under wraps. Part of me thinks that he’s ashamed to be seen with me, and the other part of me reminds me that it’s probably just because us being together would stir a whole pot of drama that we’d rather avoid.

We approach Tyler at the bottoms of the hill, where his and matt’s trucks are parked, coolers of beers and other things in the truck beds. Tyler flashes us that million dollar smile, two unopened drinks in his hands. “Welcome, ladies! Drinks?” He offers us both, and we each take a drink from his large hands.

“Thanks!” Caroline says, but before she can say anything else, Matt is calling her from over by the bonfire they have going. “Caroline, wait—And she’s off.” I say, more to myself than Tyler.

I turn to him, and suddenly it’s just him and I. “Thank you, Tyler.” I smile, “Anytime. So what brings you to the party? Thought you didn’t liked this sort of thing?” He asks, walking towards his truck bed to get a drink for himself, and I wander over with him.

“Oh I don’t know, there might’ve been a certain someone I came to see.” I tease, hopping up to sit on the tailgate. He pulls out a drink and cracks it open, leaning on the back taillight of his truck. “Oh yeah? And who might that be?” He asks, moving closer. Knowing full well who I’m talking about.

“Well,” I drawl as he moves in front of me, my closed knees stopping him from getting any closer. “You know him very well.” I tease, and he flashes that smile that makes me weak in the knees.

“So it’s a he? Should I be jealous?” He chuckles, placing his free hand on my knee. I shake my head, looking down and away from his gaze. “No, no I don’t think so.”

I look back up at him, and he’s staring into my eyes intently, his eyes glazed over from all the alcohol he’s consumed thus far. I slide my up his arm to his shoulder, then braving its way to his throat like it had a mind of its own. My fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Good.” He says, voice husky and oh so sexy. Tyler closes the gap between us, his lips hot against my own. He tastes of whiskey and spearmint, the mix insatiable.

He sets his drink down on the tailgate next to me, his hands moving to splay over my knees, prying them open to stand in between them.

My hands dig through his dark hair as he grips my thighs, and it’s not long before we forget about the party entirely. I need more, I need him.

“Come on,” He says, pulling his lips from mine, “I’ve got something I wanna show you.” He says, and he’s got me intrigued. He gives me a hand and I hop down from the truck bed. “Lead the way.”

He walks me into the woods, it’s impossibly dark. I don’t know how he makes his way through the foliage. It’s as if he has night vision or something. “Should I be worried? You’re not a serial killer, are you?” I say, holding his hand as he leads me through the trees.

“Why, you scared?” He teases, and I let out a giggle. “Maybe. I am a little afraid of the dark.” I say, trying to avoid the limbs that litter the forest ground.

“Don’t worry, Y/N/N, I’ll protect you.”

Eventually we approach what looks like some sort of ruins. “What is this?” I ask as he walks me around the old brick, revealing a staircase that leads into blackness. “It’s the old Lockwood estate.” He says, squeezing my hand as he lures me down the steps.

“Tyler, you promise you aren’t a serial killer?” I ask. “What, you don’t trust me?” He asks playfully, “What’s wrong with wanting to get a pretty girl all alone.” He says, walking through a gate and we approach a brick ledge that I hop onto, now sitting in front of him like before.

“That’s what a serial killer would say.” I look up at him through my lashes. “I’m not a serial killer, I promise. I just wanted you all to myself.” He says, closing the gap between us once more.

My hands are glued to his body, memorizing it all. He grips my throat with one hand, squeezing just the way I like. His confined cock rubs deliciously against my clothed heat. I moan into his mouth, my hands dipping down to slide up and under his shirt. I graze his chiseled abs with my delicate fingers. He rips his lips from mine, moving to pull his shirt off in one swoop. God I could look at this man forever.

I’m then hopping off the ledge without warning. I want to give him more. I want more. I sink to my knees, hands shooting to his belt and fiddling with it to come undone. Tyler takes a deep breath, anticipation killing him. I pull his belt loose, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. I look up at him through my hooded eyes before pulling his jeans and boxers down to release him of his confines.

I’ll remember this moment for the rest of my life. The way he begs me silently with his glazed eyes. Looking up at him through my lashes, mouth falling open to lick his tip. Then dipping down to lick a stripe up the underside of his length, earning a drawn out moan from him.

I take him into my mouth, trying my best to swallow him whole, yet only to fail. He’s big, too big. I gag on his dick repeatedly as I bob my head, Tyler’s hands shooting to root themselves in my hair. He rocks my head back and forth, soon enough he’s completely face fucking me.

It’s soon that my lungs are burning for air, breathing through my nose no longer enough. But Tyler pulls me off of him just in the knick of time. I lull my head back to take a deep breath, Tyler looking down at me, his eyes darkened with hunger.

“Come here.” He says, gesturing me to get up. So I do, and he pushes me against the ledge. His hands grip the back of my thighs, and I hop back up onto the brick ledge.

Tyler is becoming impatient, and so am I. His hands dip into my shorts, pulling them down along with my panties. He tosses them to the ground, his hand moving straight to my heat. He swipes his thumb down over my clit and teases my entrance.

He takes his thumb away, holding it up as it glistens in the moonlight that shines from the staircase behind him. “All this just for me?” He teases, and I’m relieved that he’s unable to see my cheeks blush in the dark.

“Tyler, please,” I plead, “I need—“

“I know what you need, baby.”

Tyler grabs his hard length, lining up his top with my dripping cunt. He slowly slides into me, the both of us drawling out moans into the hot air. “Awe, fuck”. He groans, his head lulling back.

He starts the thrust hard and deep. He slides in and out so deliciously, like we were created just for each other, perfectly crafted to blend together. My hands hold onto his shoulder for dear life, his strong hands gripping my thighs. His arms flex as he fucks me, he looks Godly.

“Fuck, Y/N/N, y’so wet, fuckk.” He moans breathlessly into my ear, and now it’s my head that lulls back in pleasure. My moans float freely through the air, I don’t even try to be quiet. “Oh, Tyler.”

Tyler’s pace is quickening, and he slides a hand back down towards my bundle of nerves, playing with me just how I like. He knows my body inside and out. He knows me.

“Fuck, Tyler, please.” I moan, not entirely sure what I’m even begging him for. “You gonna cum? Yeah?” And I nod. “Yeah? Cum for me baby, want you to cum all over me.” He seethes into my ears, his voice so gravelly, so dirty.

With the way he fucks into me so deliciously and the way he thumbs my clit, I’m practically shaking beneath him instantly. But even after I crash down, he still fucks me ruthlessly. It’s almost too much, almost

“Tyler,” I moan, looking to his face. His brows furrowed, sweat forming at his hairline. He looks into my eyes, “I want it in my mouth.” I say, and he smiles something sinister.

I can tell he’s close, and he pulls out of me, and I hop off the ledge and drop to my knees. He shoves his cock into my mouth almost instantly, plowing my mouth, face-fucking me til he spills down my throat, a long grain escaping his kiss swollen lips.

He stills for a moment before slipping past my lips, a pop sounding through the basement. I swallow, opening my mouth to stick my tongue out for him.

He offers me a hand to pull me up from my knees.

“You little minx.”

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