#And as soon as I said it I knew I was tempting fate

[linya333]

Jinxed myself. Knew it as soon as I said it but really wasn't expecting it to happen this soon. 😭

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Tf 141: Jock AU!

Welp here we are, and I’ve been listening to a lotttttt of (Set it Off) songs so-!!!

Here’s my take of how toxic it would be like with them once they finally got you roped into their relationship

Masterlist here! to my other works and link the OG idea behind the AU here!

Edit#1: added more content! Felt like it was too short (i got more thoughts to add MWHAJAHAJSHJ)

My inspo for this hehe:

MDNI - TW: 18+ Suggestive Content | Toxicity | Degradation

Look, it wasn’t like you were a perfect little princess either, alright?

You ended up here at this problematic school for a reason, y’know?

Despite the fancy reputation it had on the inside— the students knew better

The students knew that all of it was just a farce for these four students who were controlling everything from behind the scenes

And you just happened to cross bridges with said four mansplain manipulators (they aren’t malewives yet)

Gaz, being the first one to welcome you, the hunger already being seen behind his iris, was all ready and eager to show you off to the rest of the guys

But he takes it slow, playing with his food, and letting you “get used to the new school”

Ha! Bullshit— they got you used to them.

Day in, day out- you’d experience their teases, probing pokes, provocations, and just temp you ever so sweetly to be their personal little bitch toy

You deny- keep denying and denying until they show you whats in store for you

Until, at one of their parties, they showed you that you could be that girl in the middle of all four of them on their bed

You lied and ran- as fast as you could

But you couldn’t lie to how you reacted down there

And when that reaction happened again at another party but with just the four of them just slobbering all over each other

‘Disgusting..’

You tell yourself, but somehow- you always stood in front of the dreaded master bedroom door

Tempting you ever so slowly, cracking the walls you’ve built ever so carefully

With a knock, you sealed your fate

From then on, there was no one who didn’t know that you were branded theirs

It was a rough adjustment at the start

Johnny always greeted you first thing in the morning, spamming your phone with all sorts of…questionable memes (that you found quite distasteful and you just?? Didnt?? Understand it all and when you asked him to explain, he’d just send another reaction pic basically answering “what the fuck? You dont know?”)

Sometimes, you’d get a surprised dick pic or a drive link to their last night escapades

Teasing you and moaning your name- hoping you would join them soon enough (they cant get enough of you and want it everyday)

And when you send one it return with one of the toys Simon gave you?

You can’t bet your ass you wouldn’t be leaving the door of your dingy apartment

Though on days that you’re able to actually go out and attend classes, Gaz would be right outside waiting with his daddy’s car

Something all the boys flaunted with really, except Simon who seemed too lazy to drive himself, so he finds himself hitching a ride with Johnny or Price more often than not

Gaz would guide (force) you into the car, before taking you either to their place or the school

Sometimes, he would kidnap you for himself and sends those pictures and videos to the rest of the heavily fuming and horny three

And when you got back?

Well, you could already see yourself besides a kneeling Gaz— tears of frustration and wanton pleasure coating his cheek bones, his mouth gagged and limbs bounded

Before they were done with him, they promised that you would be next

And they never forget their promises— they go above and beyond

Aside from those escapades, school was no different from being attached to your side

Got a group project? Forget about the work you did already with your current group- you’re with them now

Eating lunch alone? Nope, they’re by your classroom door to pick you up (so you can’t deny them when they’ve put in the effort to escort you)

Got detention? They are walking themselves there willingly just to accompany you

Got a class any one of them? They’re skipping theirs and going to attend yours from now on

Having a hard time in gym class? Sure, they’ll watch you struggle at first in those too short-shorts but if you begged prettily enough, they’ll come swooping in immediately

You have to repay them back in the locker rooms after their practice though

Gotta make sure they’re all clean and well-rested after the coach ran them rugged y’know?

Need a ride home? They are personally escorting you back, as long as you provide compensation on the way there of course

All this made you addicted

Starting off from being too much to needing it more like its Johnny’s daily dose

Wanting to be even closer with them— you indulge in their vices as well

You start smoking with John, kissing with the cig butts and inhaling each other’s smoke

You start taking Johnny’s drugs and sharing joints with him, going to class high and sobering it with a shared tumbler of whiskey between you two

You start to join Gaz in his projects, growing the craving satisfaction of seeing people being broken beneath his feet and manipulation

You start to have more play scenarios with Ghost, even bringing it outside of the bedroom

And the boys can’t help but join in as well

This then continues on and on until…

Until you realize…

Externally, they’ve gave you everything

Everything you’ve wanted and more

And you’ve let them take, and take, and take—-

But in the post nut clarity you found yourself in from another fivesome with them—

You stare at a stranger that is supposed to be you

And it scares you how far gone you’ve had

So you ran… as fast as you could

Even if you would see them again tomorrow

But what scares you more was how easily you fell back in to their pace if you leave for too long

So you try, you try ending it all

That as soon as you came home, your plan of “burning bridges” begins

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Arsonist

Azriel x Reader(N)

Summary: With time Azriel's feelings grow and become clearer. He struggles with the dilemma of revealing the bond to his lover and leaving it upto fate.

A/N: This is an experimental piece of work. I'm testing a writing style, so feedback is welcome. I've read this so many times for edits and I'm not even sure if it's any good. I appreciate all the love for Absolution, and this one offers a glimpse to their relationship in the past.

Word count: ~5k

Warning: 18+ NSFW, intimacy+angst+smut, f!pleasures, p in v. [too many he/she/names??]

Documenting, filing, and cataloguing—the simplest of tasks for a seasoned Spymaster—should have taken no more than a few hours at best. And yet, Azriel glared at the stacks of paperwork sitting on his desk. As soon as he arrived home, he set out to clear them in hopes of sneaking out before any of his brothers pestered him about his recent disappearances, not that his affair was a secret. Half a day later, there he was in his gloomy office with nerves on edge. 

A simple mission of surveillance had turned into a hunt of hostile outliers along the southern borders, stealing weeks from him. Luckily, he hadn’t promised N an early return. He felt guilty nonetheless for leaving her with no word.

A sadistic part of his heart wondered if she cared about him—lying awake in bed, listening for footsteps on her stairs, or rushing home to see if he was waiting for her.

Once, he returned from a similar mission earlier than expected and let his shadows stalk her for two days to see how she spent the days without him. That night, Azriel decided he was a twisted man.

Sometime after noon, he accepted his fate. He had half a mind to fling the papers into Sidra and run to N’s smithy to surprise her. How childish of him. A grown man excited to watch his lover’s face break into a kaleidoscope of emotions. N wouldn’t run into his arms, he knew, like the romantics fantasised. She was not a woman of such calibre. 

N embraced every fleeting moment with a nonchalance that bordered on lethargy. And it seeped into their relationship as well. She loved him simply—with her generous compliments, intentional touches, and domestic ease around him. She always had a smile for him. Her hands always found his hair or cheek when they lay in bed together. Sometimes, they ventured as far as his scarred ones, brought them to her lips that delivered the faintest of kisses before she drifted to sleep. Her words were nothing but genuine and certain. 

Azriel could vividly see the expression on her face if he materialised before her. She would look at him with sincere eyes, bright as the morning sun, and the corners of her lips would tug into a smile. ‘So how long do I get to keep you this time?’ she would tease.

Maybe, Azriel thought, that is enough.

Knowing she missed him dearly enough to mock his departure every time. But she also kissed him every time, she held him to her chest every time, and she looked him in the eye when they made love every time.

A cool shade fell over the room. His eyes strained to find the lines and curves he marked in black. Sweat trickled from behind his ears. Gone was the unforgiving sun crisping anything that dared set foot on the ground. With a roar of thunder that shook every stone in the walls, rains poured down. N. Azriel gathered the papers away in no order and left for the one place he knew her to be. 

Standing in front of the locked doors, he felt like a fool. The rain beat down on his leathers, mocking him. The heat from the forge radiated out of the grilled window. She was there and had left not long ago.

What did he come here for? To protect her from a rain? Or did his heart latch onto the only viable excuse presented to him at the moment? Yes, he thought, that must be it.

Azriel headed down the path to her home at the centre of the square, a long walk from her shop on the outskirts of the town. I like to work in the quiet, she had said, imagine how tempting it must be when someone’s bothering you and you have molten iron in your hands. He knew she could fight, but the last thing he suspected of his delicate lover was making tools of death and destruction. 

He hurried, short of sprinting, to catch her before she was soaked like a street rat, cold and wet. He let out an amused chuckle looking down at his own leathers. The things the woman made him worry about.

N had left earlier than usual. The way she moved, she should be home. But when Azriel’s steps faltered along the wet roads, he wasn't sure.

The streets were bare except for the few still seeking shelter from nature’s onslaught. Save for the stark silhouette of buildings and blobs of life that swished and slashed through, nothing could be seen past the wavering white veil.

A lone figure caught his eye. Edging along the walls, it braved the storm—an arm pressed to the forehead, another around the torso, shoulders hunched forward and face averted.

She looked worse than a drenched rat. Her clothes clung to her, too light to protect her from the prick of rain. The satchel across her body sagged and sagged, the seams threatening to burst at the bottom, pulling her down with it.

Azriel cursed himself. He closed the distance between them in quick strides and stretched a wing over her head. It didn’t offer much protection, but it allowed her to look up at the godsend cover and face him with a knowing smile.

The space between her brows furrowed and her eyes crinkled at the corners. Drops of water tugged at her eyelashes for mere seconds before making their descent down her pale cheeks. Her braid turned into a tangled mess, tendrils sticking to anything in their path like claws curling into her skin.

‘Want me to take you home?’

She nodded once, without hesitation, without a thought. He smiled and took her in his arms. She was shaking. Azriel preferred flying above the clouds, but he decided against it.

Between ‌her two broken breaths, his shadows dropped them on the landing in front of her house. N clutched his arms as her feet steadied under her. Letting go of him, she removed her satchel. Her arms strained under its weight. It hit the floor with heavy, contesting clanks. Probably leftovers of her day’s work that she couldn’t leave behind unfinished, even in her hurry. 

‘When did you return?’ She asked, removing her muddied boots. The leather fought worse than her bag. 

Azriel followed her cue and removed his own filthy one. ‘This morning.’ As he took off his other boot, N unbuttoned her pants. He lifted a brow. 

She chuckled, her lips trembling from the cold. ‘I’d hate to clean the house in this weather. Take your clothes off too.’ 

He gave her a dirty grin before he looked over his shoulder. The staircase behind him led to the bar downstairs. He didn’t care to be seen naked. But N? She was only for his eyes. He adjusted his wings to span the width of the narrow space, hiding her from any intruders’ view.

‘No one comes up here at this hour,’ she said as she moved on to her shirt and the tunic underneath. Her legs gave a tremor even with his warmth next to her. 

Just an inch of her bare skin made Azriel’s mouth water. And she stood there in her underwear. Mother, how much he missed her. His eyes wandered over her body—pale, cold, wet—unabashed as he undressed and tossed his clothes next to hers.

N shook her head, a faint smile on her lips. She opened the door to her one-room apartment, undoing her braid. He held on to her hips and trailed her, planting kisses on her shoulder. Her hand found his as she led him into the bathroom. It was bright, unlike his own, white and pristine. It was spacious but not enough for him, for his wings. And yet, Azriel followed her without a complaint, like a starved dog catching the scent of food after days of hunger.

Hot water hit their naked bodies. He traced his rough, scarred hands along her skin. Firm, littered with healed cuts and white scar tissue, still the softest he ever had the pleasure to touch. N shoved his hands away as she lathered herself, only to laugh when they found her again. Azriel didn’t mind that he tasted more soap than her skin on his lips with each kiss. Gods, was he desperate. 

Usually, she queried him about his day, or why he took so long. Or made a crude comment about how much she needed him only to hear him growl with desire. That day, she smiled and cleaned them both in silence with no words to distract him from her soothing touch. A proper tease.

When he wrapped his arms around her stomach and tugged her against his chest, she smacked at him. His wings flared, sending bottles off the shelf nailed to the wall. His shadows caught them before they hit the bathtub on the other side of the room.

‘Stop it,’ she giggled, soft and sweet. ‘You’re wrecking the place.’

Azriel buried his nose into her hair. Covered in soap, he still smelled her past the fragrance of jasmine. Sharp and clear, with a hint of melting iron. ‘I’ll buy you a new place.’

She laughed. A full, open laugh that shook her body. Azriel smiled. His heart tightened in his chest.

The bond was meant to tie him to her, draw him to her. He was prepared for the craving for her body, the lust that devoured him. But this was deeper. This ran in his very soul—taking his breath away unless it was the same air she breathed.

N turned around and pushed him a step back. ‘A minute, Azriel. Give me one minute,’ she said through her little laughs. She stood under the shower, tipped her head back, closing her eyes.

She didn’t understand it. She wouldn’t know his need for her unless she felt it too. She loved him though. She never said those words. But he saw the signs. In the looks she gave him, in her smiles, in the way she cared for him sometimes after long missions.

Azriel waited for the bond to piece together for her. Eighteen months. And he hadn’t told her about his torment either. It was his to bear for the time being.

He held his breath and watched the heat bring colour back to her skin, her cheeks coming alive—supple and flush. Her hair shone brighter. Her body stopped shivering and yet she draped her arms below her ribs. 

Divinely simple and utterly bare only for him.

‘Your minute’s up,’ he whispered and stepped up to her, his hands on her hips.

She opened her eyes. ‘Hi.’ She smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

Finally.

She pulled him close by his elbows. Water ran down his back and wings. She turned them around and backed away. Azriel blinked. Her laughs filled the room. N stood by the door and dried her hair. 

‘You tricked me,’ was all he said. His hands were immobile by his side, too shocked by what she had done, by what he hadn’t noticed. He was a spy, for Mother’s sake.

‘I asked you nicely.’ She patted down her body, her teasing eyes on him. ‘Now get done quick. Or do you want to stand there all night?’ And she walked out.

Azriel narrowed his eyes at her form disappearing beyond the threshold. His wings twitched, and he rolled his shoulders. He was quick, alright. He turned off the water and was out and on her in a blink. N let out a yelp when her back collided with his dripping chest. Azriel sucked on her—her neck, her shoulders, her arms. He didn’t care. As long as he had her warmth and taste. 

‘Fine, I’m sorry.’ Another laugh escaped her lips as she struggled to break free of his hold. 

Crazed like an addict taking his first hit after withdrawal, Azriel gasped against her skin. ‘Only because you asked so nicely.’ He loosened his grip. 

N faced him. She held the towel to his body—drying his neck, chest, arms, and back—slowly leading him to her bed. She left his wings untouched. She took her time while Azriel peppered pecks on her face. Anything to quench his thirst. 

‘Do you care so much for me?’ He smiled into a kiss he left on her ear. Her attention made his heart flutter.

She grinned, ‘Gods no, I don’t want you to ruin my bed.’ 

‘Your bed gets ruined every time I’m here,’ he said, teasing the shell of her ear with his tongue. A shiver went down her spine, and Azriel basked in the scent that filled the room. Her scent. The one that cried out for him, desperate and needy as him.

N tamed her face, wearing the mask of a woman who had an agenda. She pushed him back and he fell onto the mattress. She moved between his legs, a knee perched at the edge of the bed, and caressed his cheek. Her eyes were soft and caring.

He wished for nothing more than to stare into them all his life. One look at them and every moment in his life he felt unloved and unworthy was erased from his being.

His wet hair stuck to his forehead, their tips scratching at his eyelids. N brought the towel to his head. She was as gentle as ever, but Azriel couldn’t waste a second without gazing at that beautiful face of hers. He shook out of her hold, ducking his head and turning. 

‘Stop acting like a child,’ she laughed.

He grunted, ‘You’re smothering me,’ but it sounded like a whine to his ears.

‘Then stop moving!’

With a sigh, he gave up. Gods, what he wouldn’t do for her. He sat still and N allowed him the mercy to look at her. He rested his hands on her thighs, rubbing circles with his thumbs. He couldn’t help the sighs that left his lips every minute. He smiled up at her, capturing every feature on her face with the eyes of a devotee graced upon by his benevolent god. 

When N deemed him less of a sodden pup, she ran her fingers through his damp hair. She untangled each strand carefully, tugged them away from his eyes, and let them fall in their natural disarray. Her nails raked through his scalp, from his hairline to the base of his neck.

Azriel purred under her fingers. It took everything in his body not to fight against her ministrations and crush her body against his. His wings fluttered.

N looked at them and back into his eyes. Azriel nodded, his wings opening into a spread close to his body, close enough for her to reach. Droplets littered the membrane, too light to slide off under gravity. She barely touched the towel to his wing, and it twitched. She waited for a breath and tried again. This time, it held still. She repeated her movements, each time more careful than the last, from one spot to the next as gingerly as possible. 

Azriel closed his eyes. His hands smoothed over her waist, his fingers digging into her tender flesh, and pulled her close. Warmth from her body hit his face. He leaned forward, resting his forehead between her breasts. He felt her heart beat under her skin. Steady, lulling. 

That’s when he realised. It wasn’t lust that drew him to her or his bond. It was her—the solace she promised—a world far away from the treacherous reality he endured in his job, away from the nightmares of his past that haunted him, away from the loud and rush of this unjust one. 

With her, he could be still. 

With her, he could breathe. 

With her, he could just be.

She froze every minute he spent with her, entrapping him in her delicately spun cocoon of comfort. She didn’t need her words, her touch or her body. She breathed and tension in his body and soul melted away. The ghosts that followed him around faded into nothingness. Every pain in his mind, forgotten. 

She offered him life. Ecstasy at its purest.

The fabric that separated her from his wings was gone, discarded. Her fingertips grazed the outer curve of his wing. Azriel buried his face into her chest. If she allowed, he would crawl into her soul and stay there in its protection, in its everlasting, glowing warmth. He wanted nothing more than her in his life. He feathered his lips over her sternum. His wings wound around them, begging for more. He tugged her closer and pressed a kiss to her heart. The one he yearned to possess. 

N settled on his lap. Her delicate body pressed against his desperate one. Azriel looked up. With a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, she nudged him out of his swarming thoughts.

‘You’re a handful, you know that? You don’t make it easy to care for you.’

He smiled. ‘I missed you.’ He smiled a lot around her as if she drew each one out from the very depths of him.

Mischief sparkled in her eyes. She rolled her hips against his, ‘Oh, I can feel that.’

Azriel groaned and eventually laughed. ‘You’re naked in my arms. And you’re touching my wings. Can you blame me?’ His eyes darkened when she moved her hips again. ‘Kiss me. Now,’ he growled.

And for the first time that day, N obliged. She kissed him long and slow. Her lips were soft, plush, and pulsing with life. Her breaths warmed his skin. She pushed her body into his, and for the first time that day, she set her desires free. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers laced together on the back of his neck, pulling him close. She leaned back when he dipped and chased him when he pulled back. It was a dance she was a master at, syncing to his body’s rhythm as if she knew it better than him. 

Azriel adored her tender love, but he needed more. He grabbed her damp hair into a fist. N whimpered into his mouth and he swallowed it whole. He was determined to lay claim to every inch of her soul if that’s what it took to make her his. He tugged her hair, and she arched her back with a long moan. He ran his teeth along her beautiful neck she offered for his taking. Her hands only pulled him closer. 

His mate. His willing prey.

N wrapped her legs around his waist. Azriel crawled deeper into the bed and laid her down gently. He pulled back to admire her one more time, stroking her cheek as she smiled. He pecked her lips once and flipped her onto her stomach ripping a choked gasp from her.

‘Trust me?’ He breathed against her ear.

She nodded. He kissed the side of her neck, her shoulder, and all the way down her back, enjoying every shiver that rattled her to the core. He sank his teeth into her waist just to make her yelp and glare over her shoulder. When he soothed the spot with a lick, she rolled her eyes smiling. He kissed all the way up until he found her lips again. His body relaxed against hers with careful pressure. He sighed.

‘I missed you,’ he murmured below her ear. 

Doubt crept into his pathetic heart every time she eluded his words. Once in a while her feelings crept over the string between their hearts like a spider, too little a thing for him to notice, but present nonetheless. Invisible and lurking, and always out of his reach. With the bond in place for him already, though he should have been able to feel her emotions, he barely did.

He needed to hear her words. He needed her to say those words and some more.

‘Then what are you waiting for?’ She asked, as breathless as he.

Azriel chuckled darkly, ‘Tell me you missed me.’ His shadows emerged for the play. They swept her hair aside for their master to suckle on her neck.

‘I’ll show you if you stop teasing.’

The seduction in her voice alone tempted Azriel to destroy her until she was a mess for him, whimpering and declaring her love for him.

He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her face close. ‘Words first,’ he growled as his other hand closed on her breast. A thumb ghosted over her nipple before he pinched it between his fingers.

N looked over her shoulder, her eyes dark and wide. ‘I missed you,’ she kissed the corner of his lips, sucking on the skin she could reach. Azriel eased his grip and then she spoke again, ‘So much that I was dreaming of your fingers every night.’

Azriel laughed. His body shook over hers, the sound reverberating through her being. ‘Such a tease,’ he closed his eyes and nuzzled into the side of her face, ‘You sure do know how to get your way.’

He slipped his fingers between her legs and hummed as he ran a digit along her slit. N held her breath, her hands clawing at the sheets. He caressed the inside of her thigh until she whined. When he tucked his hand under her leg and pulled it aside, N gasped at the cold air’s kiss on her wet core.

Azriel breathed in her scent—a fresh, sharp, intoxicating sweetness that ensnared his senses right before she stole pieces of his soul. He teased her entrance with his fingers, her lips smooth and slick against his scarred skin. When he slipped them inside, her breaths shuddered into broken mists.

He worked her with slow and deliberate strokes, for his own sanity than hers. He etched every groove and bend of his favourite maze into his memory. He kissed her lips as he pulled his fingers out and spread her slick onto his neglected cock. The moan that tore from his throat was one he would be embarrassed for life. But her mesmerised eyes on his lips erased any notion of it.

He grabbed her hip and entered her slowly as she welcomed him with a sigh. He stayed still, listening to her stuttering breaths against the echoes of rain.

So intimate, so real. 

N laced her fingers with his on her hip. ‘I missed this,’ she whispered.

This.

Not 'you'.

Ignoring the stab in his chest, Azriel grasped her hands in each of his and tucked them under her chin. He pulled out until the very tip and drove back in. Her moan pierced through the cries of the storm. He repeated his movements, sliding out with care and sliding in with fury. His breaths turned into groans, angry and beastly. He bit into her neck, her shoulder, between her blades to stop more desperate words from spilling out.

N touched his knuckles with her lips. She covered his hand with kisses, from his wrist to fingertips, worshipping every inch of his marred hand. She let her tongue slick over a particularly ragged part of his skin whose mere sight blurred his vision with vengeance for what he had endured. 

Azriel pinched his eyes shut. Letting go of her hand, he clutched her jaw. ‘Don’t,’ he hissed.

Foolish woman. She leaned into his hand as if it wasn't that of a killer, as if it wasn’t capable of offering nothing but a sweet embrace. She carded her fingers through his hair, cradling his face close. And brushed her lips over the length of the fingers that ghosted over them.

‘Azriel,’ she uttered his name as if it soothed her. As if she had been waiting for this moment just like him.

His hip bucked. ‘Say it again, say my name.’ 

‘Azriel.’

‘Again,’ he said against her skin, his voice coated in desperation.

‘Azriel.’ 

And she chanted his name with each breath.

His thrusts faltered. He closed his eyes and buried his face in her hair. He wasn’t a worthy contender for her vicious tenderness. Yet, she gave it to him in earnest. ‘Touch yourself for me,’ he whispered in her ear.

Her hand obeyed. She moved her leg higher, offering her every depth to him. She circled her clit slowly, with the slightest of pressure. Her slick trailed down her fingers and she writhed under him. She gave him her moans; she gave him her body; she gave him her pleasure.

‘That’s it, baby. Make yourself feel good.’ He hummed at her misery, his cock delivering the faintest taste of what he suffered at her ignorance. 

Her cunt pulsed around him, gripping him until pleasure laced with pain with each slide. N whimpered and arched her back, pushing her hips into him. His hand on her jaw slipped to her throat, the only thing that kept her from curling away from him. She stared into his eyes, baring her soul for him. Her legs trembled, desperate to close, and his shadows crept up to hold them in place. She gasped when a few wisps searched for her soaked fingers and circled her skin. 

‘Shh,’ Azriel kissed her temple, ‘I know.' He pressed his tender lips to her cheek, a devastating contrast to his thrusts, ‘Come for me.’ 

And after a breath, she did.

The bond reeked of desire.

His and hers. His desperation, her relief. His longing, her content.

Azriel sank his teeth into her shoulder, hard—injecting the venom coursing through his veins into her, poisoning her with her own medicine, sharing the agony she inflicted upon him.

His heart was a house on fire, the mating bond a fuse, and she, the one with a match.

He pried her fingers away from her core and shoved them into his mouth. He purred at her taste, his chest rumbling against her back. With two staggering moves, he attained the same heavenly pleasure she did.

His hands wrapped around her, his legs intertwined with hers, and her body reaching out to his in a way that could only be described as a lover’s despair—the way they were meant to be. One and whole. Every breath, shared and stolen. Every touch, burning and soothing. 

Their moans stopped and their breaths calmed. Finally, the sounds of the world rushed back to his ears. The distant echo of the angry rain, the soft music from the bar below, the ghostly whispers that never turned into anything coherent. N sagged into the bed, loosening her grip on his fingers. 

Azriel eased her leg, massaging it with a careful hand. He kissed her cheek. ‘Talk to me,’ he said, ‘You okay?’

N nodded. ‘That was. . .’ she said between breaths, ‘intense.’

‘Good intense?’ He smiled against her shoulder, kissing the spots left by his canines where blood threatened to break through her skin.

‘“You should go on long missions more often” intense.’ 

He nipped her ear. ‘Say the word. And I will take you any way you want, whenever you want.’ He rolled onto his back, adjusting his wings under him. N looked at them with fascination. He pulled her to his chest, ‘Don’t unless you want to go again.’

She chuckled. ‘I can’t even look at them?’

‘You can do anything you want to them,’ he murmured to her lips, ‘Just give me a warning.’ His wing draped over her, the curved tip grazing up her leg as if agreeing to him, consenting to her. 

They remained silent for a long time, tracing swirls on each other’s skin. A moment frozen in time, drenched in comfort and warmth. Azriel ran his fingers through the lengths of her hair, damp more from his sweat than their shared shower. Every inch of her was marked by his presence. He smiled.

‘Azriel?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Next time come by sooner so that I can stop worrying.’ She was watching the rain through the glass door that stood between them and the balcony. Before he could remark, she added smiling, ‘The weather is nice.’ 

Azriel glanced over his shoulder. Winds howled—changing course every minute, spouting rain in every direction. The metal bird feeder suspended from the ceiling rattled and screeched. It swayed wildly close to breaking off its hinges. Water trickled along the walls, moving steadily towards the threshold.

He looked back at her and lifted a brow. ‘Nice? You’re about to be flooded.’

‘Maybe,’ she smiled up at him. Pulling a blanket over their bodies, ‘But I can do this,’ she wrapped an arm around his torso, pressing into him with a long sigh.

Azriel trailed his index along her cheek, down her jaw. He ached to let his will crumble and give in to his impulse. He only did it thrice after the bond snapped for him, too afraid to feel the nothingness again. He called to her through the bond—a gentle caress, begging her to follow him, pulling her closer than his physical body allowed, breaking the laws of the real world. 

He rested his finger on her heart hoping to feel something on her skin. An increase in heart rate, a hitch in her throat, or maybe the thrum of the bond’s stupid song that left him sleepless at night. Azriel would accept anything.

But her heart beat steadily, unaware of his desperation. The bond shimmered with his love, the light weaving through the thread until it met with her void again.

Ironic. The one born with the shadows had a heart aglow with love. And the other—warmth and light incarnated, had hers hidden in darkness. 

N placed a hand on his chest and perched her chin on it. She looked at him with curious eyes. ‘What?’

You’re my mate. 

The words were at the tip of his tongue. Three words and she would put him out of his misery. She would accept him, even if the bond never snapped for her. She would hold him close, kiss his lips, and tell him she loved him. She would rid him of some of his darkness.

A smile graced Azriel’s lips. He brushed her hair away from her eyes.

‘You hungry?’

[mushies-stories]

little drunk crybaby

Stu macher X Reader one shot

Summary: You see Stu flirting at a part and even though you 'just friends' you feel hurt by it. Stu chases after you, hoping you'd finally tell him what he's been wanting to hear.

Warnings: drinking, drunk reader, fluff?

Stu had quickly become one of, if not, your best friend on campus. Meeting in history you gravitated towards him instantly with his quick jokes and dumb faces. He even manages to make the professor laugh once. 

Soon you were going to frat parties and staying in his bed on the nights you couldn't manage to make it home. The more comfortable you became with Stu the more you stayed over. He never touched you or pushed himself on you, keeping it to random general compliments that he would also throw at Billy in a teasing way. He never really brought girls back either, if anything once in a blue moon he would go home with someone and you'd have the whole bed to yourself.

It really wasn't fast before you were falling for him either. You weren't sure when or how it happened but one night it clicked and it changed everything.

Stu was talking to a girl. A tall beautiful blond who was hanging on to every word he said. Something in the pit of your stomach decided you didn't like that, or maybe it was the alcohol that was starting to take a pretty heavy effect on you. For a half hour he talked to her, leaning close to her in the doorway to the kitchen, moving closer whenever someone needed to get by, which was a lot. From your spot on the couch you could see the entire interaction and you’d decided you would much rather go home and complain to your roommates than watch Stu macher all over a hot blond. 

“Where are you going?” Billy asked when he saw you heading to the front door.

“Home.” you stated, walking past him on wobbly legs. 

“Maybe that's not such a good idea? You can barely stand.” he pointed out with a smirk and a raised brow.

You just waved him off and kept walking, looking straight ahead and avoiding running into anyone. Once you reached the sidewalk you took a moment to remember what way you needed to go, you turned right and headed slowly down the street. 

What you didn’t see was the mischievous grin on Billy’s face when he watched you walk out of the door. You also didn’t notice the look he and Stu shared before Stu bid the hot blond farewell and jogged down the front steps after you.

After a minute of slow, unsteady walking you heard Stu call for you. “Y/N! Where are you going!” His footsteps were getting closer as he jogged to get to you. 

You kept walking and looking straight ahead, the ground shifting in your eyesight. “Home.” you stated, again. 

Now keeping pace with you Stu could see your face and just how drunk you were. “C’mon, you're way too drunk to walk home alone, you’ll get snatched in a second.” he teased, attempting to slow you down by resting a hand on your shoulder but you just shifted away from his hand, causing you to wobble a little. 

“Why would you care?” you snipped at him, attempting to pick up the pace but slowing down almost instantly, head spinning. 

Stu’s brows furrowed at your words, acting as if he didn't understand why you were probably acting this way. “What are you talking about?” He kept an eye on your body as you walked, in case you were about to fall. “Why wouldn't I care?” 

Your face was burning, a mix of alcohol and embarrassment. “You looked busy… so why don't you just go back to that girl?” you mumbled out. 

Stu couldn't help the grin that began to grow. Tonight was actually a plan of his making. Stu had liked you the moment he met you in class but you confessed how comfortable you were with him as a friend from the start and didn’t want to tempt fate, until Billy said something about the way you had been staring at him without him even knowing. Billy noticed your affections before Stu even did, he thinks before you even knew too. So, he decided to see if he was right, he just wasn't sure how to go about it. Making you jealous enough to express some kind of emotion other than platonic friendliness seemed to be the best option. He didn’t really think he would see you so upset you were about to cry. He almost felt bad, but really it made his heart swell up at the thought of you crying over him. It showed him just how much you liked him.

Stu stopped you, both hands holding your shoulders in place as he stood in front of you, looking down at you as you struggled to keep focus on his face, your drunken pout never leaving your lips. “We are going back to mine and getting you some water.”

You turned your head to the side. “Don't you need to get back to the party?” you said sharply.

Letting out a low sigh Stu just shifted so his hand was on your back, beginning to lead you down the street, his house being just down the block. “Let me get you inside, then you can pout all you want, okay?” he said. You shrugged your shoulders and nodded your head as you let him lead you. You were too drunk to be running around at night anyways.

Stu basically carried you up the steps and helped you not fall off the couch when you flopped down. He disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a glass of water and handed it to you. “Drink.” He ordered. “And tell me why you're mad at him.” he said, a small smile set on his lips as he sat down next to you. 

You took a few sips and looked at the floor. “Didn’t you say I could pout…” you grumbled. 

Stu snorted. “Yeah, I did.” Stu agreed with a tight nod. “But that’s not really gunna work for me sooo, let's hear it, why are you so upset with me?” He asked again. He turned his body a little and rests his elbow on the back of the couch, watching take a sip of water and collect yourself.

You sigh and shake your head softly. Did you like Stu like that, or were you just drunk, or was it really just both and now you're drunk and feeling all of your emotions. You closed your eyes and took a long breath, exhaling slowly when you opened them. Stu was waiting, patently letting you think. “I didn’t like it, seeing you so close to her.” you confessed, easier than saying why.

“Why?” Stu asked simply. 

Damnit. 

“Because…” you trailed off, looking at the glass of water in your hands. “It made me feel…sad.” you croaked, feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes. 

Stu shook his head in understanding. “Why would it have made you sad?” he continued to question you. You tried to choke out a reply but the words couldn’t come out. You shook your head and took another sip from your water, not wanting to answer. Stu scooted closer to you, arm resting on the back of the couch behind you now. “Did it upset you because you want me to be that close to you?” he asked simply. 

You looked up at him, a tear rolling down your cheek. Such a cry baby he thought. An adorably drunk cry baby. You nod your head softly. “Yes.” you mumbled. 

Now grinning, Stu took the glass from your hand, leaning over he set it on the side table. He came back to bring a hand to the side of your face, cradling your cheek tenderly in his hand. With the pad of his thumb, he swiped a falling tear. “Now, why do you want me to be this close?” He asked, head tilted just a little and an adoring smile on his face. He was loving this, seeing you so flustered and cute. 

You hesitate a moment, looking into his eyes and searching for a reason not to tell him. They didn’t give you one, not with the way he was looking so fondly at you. “Because… I like you.” you finally admit, feeling more tears escape and cascade down your face. “And that girl was… well she wasn’t ugly.” you mumbled and sniffled. “It’s not like you haven't slept around but tonight when i watched you with her i just…” you cut yourself off, biting your bottom lip to keep from sobbing. 

Stu frowned a little. He wanted to make you jealous and yeah, a few tears were cute but… his heart ached seeing you fall apart. “Hey, it's okay.” he tried to sooth you, wiping more tears away and now holding your face in both of his hands to make sure you don't look away. “Please don't cry, it's okay baby.” Stu said softly. 

The nickname caught you off guard a moment. You wanted to say something but you feared that it might just come out a choked sob instead. You brought your hands to hold onto his forearms, your head was fuzzy and the mix of alcohol and embarrassment made your whole body hot. 

With a soft sigh and sweet smile Stu held your hands with his own. “Since I first saw you I wanted to make you mine. But somehow, I actually got thrown in the friend-zone and like a lovesick puppy I waited.” Stu confessed with a sheepish grin.  “Glad to see you finally came to your senses.” he joked lightly. 

You practically gawked at him. “You… you like me?” you asked, brows knit in disbelief. Your tears were subsiding, his words shocking you. 

He chuckled and nodded, glad to see you were calming down a little. “For a long time, and even though you're drunk, I'm holding you to this little confession.” he said grinning. “I mean, you were so cute when you cried like a baby over me I’ll never be able to forget that.” he said with a dreamy expression. 

Your face was on fire at his teasing. “Stu, don't be mean!” you pout, pulling your hands away and crossing your arms. “I did not cry like a baby.” you turned your head away from him with a huff. 

Stu wrapped you up in his arms and dragged you to his lap. He held you close and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You let out a little yelp from his sudden movements and your hands came up to hold onto his forearms. “No denying it now baby, you're all mine now.” he kisses your neck before pulling away to look into your pretty glossy eyes. Your warm cheeks and flustered expression were everything he ever dreamed of. 

Before you could even form words was standing with you in his arms and marching to his bed. “Stu! Careful!” you squeal, you head spinning with how fast he was moving. 

He smiled down at you and gently set you down on his bed. “Sorry.” he says, scratching the back of your head. “Just got me all giddy now. But I think it's time we get you ready for bed. Let me get you a shirt to sleep in” he ruffled the hair at the top of your head before turning around to his closet. 

You watched him with a lazy drunken smile and butterflies in your tummy. You knew some part of you would have at least a little recollection of tonight's events when you woke up. 

Suddenly you couldn't wait for tomorrow.

[graysmiles-world]

Steddie Faking Dating, Part 1

Eddie Munson was cuckoo bananas. Steve knew that. The entirety of Hawkins High knew that. Most of Hawkins, in general, knew that. Which makes it all the more insane that Steve did what he did.

He fell in love with him.

Trust him. Steve knows how mad, psycho, and every other word there is for “batshit crazy” there is for it. But he can’t help it! Steve’s a romantic at heart, and Eddie is the most romantic person he’s ever met. He wraps around Steve like an octopus, kissing every bit of skin in reach. He’s sung, like, at least four different songs for Steve on his electric guitar, which he didn’t even know could be romantic. 

All in all, Steve was in love. Flipped around the head and spun until you’re dizzy kind of love. Although he hadn’t said it yet, Steve imagined Eddie feeling the same. Like the stares that Steve feels whenever he turns away from Eddie are brands pressed hot against his cheek. Like every kiss, cheek grab, and cuddle, Eddie pushed his love into Steve in any way he could. Eddie was always the more physical of the two.

But they weren’t yet at the stage where an “I love you” is acceptable. With Nancy, Steve was the one who said it first, two days after their fifth-month anniversary. Nancy said it back but later was informed that she never loved him. He’s going to take it more carefully with this one. They were only a few days past four months in, and it was much too soon to be throwing around the ‘L’ word. Steve just sat - zoning off on break at his summer Scoop’s Ahoy! job. He just turned over the words in his mind until they were no longer recognizable, but the feeling was still warming his chest.

“Steve!” Robin’s harsh shout comes from the front. Steve lurched from his daydream. Suddenly, the sound of crying children and the stickiness of the table in front of him became a reality.

Steve groaned, tilting back until the chair he sat on tipped back, and he could look back at the clock. It took him a second, it being upside down, but it was definitely only 2:28 p.m.

“I’ve got two minutes left!” he shouted, letting his chair fall back on all four legs. He ignored Robin’s grumbling and threats of bodily mutilation to stare at the blank wall before him and breathe in the sickly sweet smell of melted ice cream. It was petty, sure, but Robin had done the same to him, like, three times since the summer started. And he was not one to give up 120 seconds of precious zoning out time.

“Dingus!” Robin shouted, sounding much closer than before. She banged open the door to the backroom, the knob hitting the wall and leaving a mark.

“Jesus, Buckley!” Steve jumps, looking over to her unimpressed scowl and crossed arms. 

“Break time’s over,” she tapped her wrist, despite the fact that there was no actual watch there. Steve rolled his eyes and grabbed the sailor's cap from where he threw it at the start of his break.

Robin laughed at his quiet grumbles as he passed him, patting him condescendingly on the back. She let the door swing shut, and Steve flinched at the large bang that echoed throughout the storefront. Avoiding the many kids’ and adults’ eyes, he turned back to admonish her - only to find that Robin wasn’t even there.

Steve could hear her witch’s cackle through the closed window, but it could have just been in his head, to be fair. But instead of arguing with her, which would lead to several customer complaints, he let her take her break. Steve was not in the mood to deal today.

He crammed the stupid hat on his head and turned to the storefront where a couple of giggling preteens already stood. 

After, he just amused himself by looking over to the clock (which definitely moved at like half the speed as the clock in the breakroom, he’s sure of it) and returned to work. Robin joined after her own break, and they worked in tandem. It turns out they’re an okay team when they’re not at each other’s throats, but Steve won’t say that not wanting to tempt fate in one of her many taunts. Robin seemed just as tired of scooping ice cream as he was, so she didn’t even make any snide comments as they closed up Scoops Ahoy! for the night. 

The next day went mostly the same, but Steve was much more excited.

“What’s got your panties in a bunch?” Robin asked, looking concerned at his constant smile. It wasn’t even a customer service one, but a real one. One hurt Steve’s cheeks a bit from how much he was beaming.

“Nothing, just having a friend come over tonight,” he told her - trying to seem casual. Something told him, though, that his “super casual shrug” didn’t help him. Heat crept up his neck and ears, and Steve was grateful that most of it was covered by hair.

Robin leaned forward onto the counter, setting her chin on her fists and fluttering her eyelashes daintily at him. “Oh, is this a lady-friend perhaps? One that you wooed with your ‘Steve Harrington Charm,’” she said - making bunny ears around “Steve Harrington Charm.” 

“No,” he said, shaking his head and focusing on the mint chip ice cream he was switching out with a new batch. “I told you, I’m not interested in a relationship right now.”

Robin snorted meanly, “Sure.”

Desperate to turn the conversation off himself and onto her: “Hey, what about you? Got any secret admirers out there?”

Steve still wasn’t looking at his coworker, but he could hear her choke at the question. It felt a little good, he won’t lie, turning it back around on her.

“I’ve got a boyfriend,” she said after a moment, tapping her fingers against the counter to the beat of the corny song constantly playing through the speakers. “Might hang out with him after work today,” she shrugged, “Don’t know yet.”

Steve nodded, grabbing the empty ice cream container and returning it to the back to be taken out with the rest of the trash at the night's end. Thankfully, that won’t be him because he was able to get out early by switching with Clark, one of the other “crewmates.” He would have to take an early morning shift next Tuesday, but Steve still thought it was worth it. Eddie was coming over that night, and even though Steve could see him earlier that week, he couldn’t help but be excited. 

When Steve got home that afternoon, he immediately stripped from his uniform and threw it in the hamper, covering it with some other dirty clothes. Heaven knows how Eddie would react if he saw that piece of clothing.

He’d probably ask Steve to wear it for sex, to be honest. And not that Steve wasn’t up for that (he was always up to sex with Eddie), but he only had one of these uniforms, and it needed to last for the entire summer.

Steve then jumped in the shower, scrubbing the stink of the nauseating scent of gone-bad ice cream and kid vomit. Children shouldn’t have a double fudge sundae after running around in the hot sun for three hours. Who knew? Not that kid’s parents, from how they whined and tried to give explanations as Steve was forced to mop it up.

Robin had way too much fun laughing at him from behind the counter, so Steve went to the bathroom when he saw Erica approaching them across the food court. 

When Eddie knocked on Steve’s door at 3:45, fifteen minutes after he said he’d show up (like Steve knew he would be), the house was perfectly set up for movie night. Steve was already dressed in his old basketball sweatpants and one of Eddie’s shirts that he left behind too many times for Steve to be willing to give it back now. 

Also, the look on Eddie’s face whenever he saw Steve wearing one of his band t-shirts was one of Steve’s favorites. This is only made better by Steve immediately shutting down any lust building him in eyes with an eye roll and a pull towards the couch.

Eddie whistled, “All setup, aren’t you sweetheart?”

Steve threw a throw pillow at the back of Eddie’s head, uncaring the squawk he let out. “Shut up.”

“Betrayed!” Eddie flailed about, falling back onto the couch, one foot on the cushion. “Hoaxed! Hoodwinked!”

Steve snorted, slapping Eddie’s socked foot aside and falling towards him - making sure to land on his outstretched hands and now Eddie’s ribs. He pressed his lips against Eddie’s before he started the dramatic monologue that Steve knew was coming.

Eddie surrounded immediately, moving to clutch his (or Eddie’s) shirt in both hands. Steve kept the kiss from becoming too dirty because he wanted to watch some movies but was content to make out for a few minutes longer. And God, did Eddie know how to make out with someone? It was wet and hot, sloppy than any other make-out he’d had with anyone else - but Steve loved it. He loved him. 

He felt that familiar bubbling in his stomach, the urge to lean back and spit it out - so instead, he pressed forward. He dug his tongue between Eddie’s lips as he liked and let him do it before. Eddie’s stubble scratched against his cheeks, and his shoulder started hurting a bit, but Steve didn’t ever want to move. 

Unfortunately, the choice was taken from him when Eddie pulled back, chuckling a bit when Steve tried to follow. “It seems my swindling worked,” he crowed quietly, pressing short but hard kisses against everything but Steve’s lips. 

Steve opened his eyes, staring right into Eddie’s endlessly dark eyes. They were crinkled, and it took everything in Steve not to melt into goo. Instead, he raised a brow. “You think you tricked me, Munson?”

Eddie guffawed a laugh, his chest bouncing underneath Steve’s. “Munson, huh? You brought me back down to last names, Harrington?”

Steve couldn’t handle being close to Eddie and not kissing anymore, so he mumbled, “You betcha, Munson,” before returning to the previously scheduled content. 

Steve could have spent the rest of his life kissing Eddie on this couch. Unfortunately for both of them, their young bodies couldn’t hold up in that position forever, and they were forced to move only a few minutes later. It was only then that Steve remembered the original purpose for Eddie coming over that night.

“Alright,” he said, pushing back from Eddie’s warmth. “I didn’t just invite you to make out.”

“You didn’t?” Eddie asked, pouting like it was terrible news. Steve just rolled his eyes (he swore, one day, they were going to get stuck like that). He kicked at Eddie’s leg that was being dragged teasingly up his own and stumbled over to the TV - unapologetically adjusting himself in his sweatpants. He ignored Eddie’s groan at the sight and busied himself with picking a movie.

“Which one do you want? Steve called back to him. 

“What do you got?” Eddie called back, too lazy to stand over and come over to see for himself.

Steve shuffled through the VHSs, cringing at the choices. They were all from when he was a kid when his parents loaded up on movies so he wouldn’t bother them. 

“Uh,” Steve started - trying to find some that wouldn’t be terrible to watch. “Superman 1 and 2, Jaws, Willy Wonka in the Chocolate Factory,” he listed them out, not thinking as he went from VHS to VHS.

“What the fuck, Stevie!” Eddie crackled behind him. “What’s with these movies?”

Steve felt the back of his neck go hot. “They’re all from when I was a kid, okay?”

“Wow, kid you had a shit taste.”

Steve laughed but covered it up with a cough, but not very successfully from Eddie’s crackle from behind him. “Do you want to help pick one, or are you just going to complain the whole time,” he glared mockingly at Eddie. 

When Eddie finally decided to wander over, they chose Monty Python and Holy Grail, which came with the least amount of ribbing from Eddie. 

Steve went into the kitchen to pop some popcorn and grab some beers while Eddie made a nest from the blanks and pillows. He did it whenever they were getting comfy, so Steve dragged down the softest blankets around the house. 

When Steve returned to the living room, he could see the mop of curly dark hair barely visible above the mound of blankets. Once more, that bubbly, giggly feeling rose in his chest. He felt almost bouncing as he made his way over to his boyfriend, setting down the food before moving to turn on the TV. When the opening music rang through the house, Steve jumped on the other cushion, watching as Eddie screeched at his tower of softness that fell off of him and over onto Steve’s lap. Ignoring Eddie’s protests, Steve gathered some to wrap around himself, curling up so his head rested on the couch's arm, his feet tangling with Eddie’s - who was doing the same.

Steve settled in, letting every lousy thing he carried with him flow out with every giggle Eddie tried to hide, and every time he crowed to the screen, definitely not trying to silence those. Steve dozed, letting the lights and sound of the television wash over him with the warmth of Eddie’s legs pressed against his own. He felt Eddie stroking his ankle, the chill of his rings against his sleep-warmed skin making Steve kick a bit. 

Finally, when the movie ended and the credits started to roll, Eddie rolled up to his feet. He left his hair in the crazy mess that it was, moving over to where Steve was still lying horizontal on the couch. Steve looked up at him through squinted eyes, barely able to see the curve of his lips in the dim lighting.

“Hey, let’s get you to bed,” Eddie told him, running his hands through his hair. Steve grumbled, wanting to stay in the warmth of the blankets, in Eddie’s heat. He must have told him that because Eddie’s smile faded, and a frown took his place. “Sorry, Stevie, I can’t tonight.”

Something cold rushed over him, goosebumps erupting all over his arms and the back of his neck. He pushed himself so he was sitting, dislodging Eddie’s hand. Eddie held his hand out for a second, debating where to set it, but just dropped it so it hung limply at his side. Steve smiled at him, letting his sleepy exterior hide the little tick in his heartbeat. 

“That’s okay,” he whispered, not wanting to ruin their created atmosphere. “Just get home safe, okay?” Steve leaned forward, pecking him on the cheek. 

Eddie’s expression smoothed out, the glint returning. “Of course, sweetheart.” He stood up, smacking a significant kiss against Steve’s hair with a mwah! Steve watched him stumble over to his shoes, jumping as he crammed them on his feet. He saluted Steve before falling through the door, out into the darkness and out of sight. 

Steve sat there for another minute or two or ten. He only stood up when the air conditioner kicked on, chilling the air. He thought momentarily about curling back in the blankets and falling asleep on the couch. But it looked unappetizing in the moonlight without anyone to warm it up. 

He flopped onto his bed, covers cool against his face, and he barely flipped up the blankets and got under them before the phone on his nightstand began to ring. Steve groaned, looking over to the clock. 

“Who’s calling at 1 a.m.?” he grumbled, grabbing the phone and resisting the urge to yell at whoever was on the other end. “Hello?” 

“Hey Stevie,” Eddie said, a smile apparent in his voice. Steve felt his shoulders relax; something cracked in his body smoothing at the sound of his voice. “Just wanted to let you know I got home okay.”

“Yeah,” Steve swallowed, “That’s good. Thanks.”

“And I had to say sorry about being unable to stay over,” Eddie continued. Steve fell, so he was on his back, cord stretching to lie comfortably. 

“It’s fine-” he tried to say, but Eddie interrupted.

“It’s just that Uncle Wayne needs my help in the trailer in the morning, fixing up the shower and whatnot.” 

“Oh,” Steve breathed. Whatever else that was displaced from Eddie’s disappearance was gone. “I understand.” He didn’t. He can’t remember the last time his dad asked for his help or the previous his mother wanted him home in the morning.

“Yeah, but I’ll see you soon - okay?” There was a thud and a curse. “Shit, I just slammed my elbow into the wall.”

Steve chuckled laughter loudly in such a silent room. “Of course you did.”

“Dick,” Eddie chuckled. “I’ll let you get some rest. Good night, Steve.”

“Good night, Eddie,” Steve said, and the phone went dead. Steve white-knuckled the handle, just looking up at the ceiling. He returned it on the receiver when the buzz grew too much and rolled over. Within moments, he was asleep. 

Next Part ->

[scarlettriot]

SHE LIT A FIRE • PT 7.5

Pairing: Dad!Kirishima x F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Aged Up Characters & lots of kisses

Warnings: Swearing, make outs, tooth rotting fluff, I don't wanna tag smut because it really isn't but still Minors and Ageless Blogs DNI just to be on the safe side.

Summary: You and Kiri make this the longest five minutes ever.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Father’s Day Special

Tag List: Will Be In The Comments. If you'd like to be added, message me or comment.

A/N: Hey everyone. I know any update to this fic is long over due and this really isn't much at all but I wanted to give you all something! I hope you enjoy this little snack and that it can hold you over until chapter eight is finished up. I also didn't proof read this so I'm sorry if there are errors...

Word Count: 900ish

It’s a little funny how easy it can be for two people to lose all sense of time. How five minutes quickly becomes ten, pretty soon fifteen, and before either of them can process it, twenty whole minutes have slipped by. You weren’t quite sure how you ended up on the sofa, or when exactly Eijiro pulled you into his lap with the hem of your dress bunching up so you could straddle his thighs with ease. At some point you freed his hair from the tie he had it back in, and he let you slip each button on his dress shirt free too until it hung loose on his wide frame.

You both knew you were tempting fate, living on borrowed time, he should have left by now and gotten home but each time one of you pulled away, the other came crashing back like two magnets that couldn’t be pulled apart. Hands roamed like they were searching for something and yet, they didn’t venture too far. It seemed there were some lines you both knew just couldn’t be crossed this evening despite the wetness that formed between your thighs and the way his cock hardened between his. 

“I don’t wanna go…” He confessed against your neck in between needy kisses. His words were thick and laced with desire that you felt deep in your core. 

You tugged enough on his roots to make him lift his head. “Your parents didn’t plan for a sleepover,” you reminded him softly with a tender kiss to his lips and followed it up with a couple more along his stubbled jawline. “And I’m sure they’ll be worried about you if you’re not home soon.” 

Your palms were pressed against his chest and you chuckled as you felt the sigh before it actually left him. “Yeah, you’re right.” But that didn’t stop him from going in for yet another searing kiss that left you whimpering into his mouth. Each one the two of you shared left you longing for each other even more than before, unsure how that was even possible.

“You know if Remi was at their place–”

“I know you’d stay, Eiji.”

It meant the world to you just to hear him say it though. If he didn’t have obligations that he loved and took so very seriously, you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’d stay with you all night long. Doing whatever you wanted. Not pressing you for a single thing you weren’t ready for. You just knew that was the kind of guy he was. 

“Good,” He murmured, “as long as you know.”

His hands trailed down your body, thumbs grazing your breasts ever so slightly on the way down to your plush hips where he squeezed affectionately, pulling you flush against him for another deep kiss before lifting you up again. 

It had to be now, no matter how much the two of you didn’t want this night to end. “Call me when you’re home safe.” You said as you walked hand in hand to the door and this time when you rose to kiss him it was fully intentional and right on his lips that turned up into a lovable dopey grin when you pulled away. 

“Always, sweets. Oh– turn around f’me would ya?” 

You spun in front of him and his fingers found that zipper once again. He pulled it down nice and slow so you heard each of the teeth coming apart. He kissed your spine as the fabric split in two and stopped just above your tailbone, “so fuckin’ hard t’leave you.” He groaned and turned you back around for a final goodnight kiss that left you breathless and pinned against your doorway. “I’ll call ya soon.” 

“You better! Drive safe!” You called as he walked down the hallway and he waited until your door closed and he heard the lock slide home before calling the elevator. 

As he waited for it to arrive he still wore that child-like grin. And in the metal of the elevator doors, he could see blush still pooled in his cheeks and ran down the column of his neck. 

He swore he could still taste you on his tongue and feel your softness against his palms, gods, he was never gonna forget a single thing about you or about this night. In the seconds that passed waiting for the elevator he found himself dreaming up future dates and nights out with you. Events that were coming up like the gala… maybe Remi could stay with his parents that night–

The downward arrow lit up and a bell chimed the elevator's arrival dragging him from various day dreams but when the doors slid open, Eijiro realized the small space wasn’t completely empty. One man stood inside. Black slacks and shiny shoes, dress shirt still on but he was missing his jacket and tie, and his red eyes under messy blonde hair looked appropriately exhausted when they met Eijiro’s. 

Katsuki’s brows knitted together when he saw just who was waiting on the other side of the doors. “What’re you still doin’ here? You guys left hours ago– oh.” Understanding washed over his best friends  face as he noticed a look of happiness on the man’s face that was so rare he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen it before. “Heh. It’s about fuckin' time.” 

[roseharpermaxwell]

do you have any shorter drarry fics that you would recommend to a new drarrier? under 10k and preferably explicit? thank you!!

Pausing my RWRB reading (I have an ask about firstprince fics too and I’m working on it!) to answer this, which is the nudge I’ve needed. I’ve done this for Dramione before (under 5k), but I especially love tempting readers to Drarry. 

Short works are the unsung heroes of fandom. They don’t get enough love, which makes me so sad, because you definitely don’t always need 100k to deliver a stunning story. These are your bedtime stories, your palate cleansers, your individual serving sizes of serotonin. It’s okay to enjoy these even if you only read slow burn 100k+ fics, I promise. Live a little! 

This is a sampling of some amazing favorites, but I’m always reading new things and will add to it regularly. If you find something you love, I know the author would love to hear it, and so would I! Take a deep dive into their work to find other gems. 

Bite-Size Drarry - Under 10k (Part One) below:

Draco Might Die by @ghaniblue. G, 515. Draco’s first day as Hogwarts’ new Charms professor was an unmitigated disaster.

This Heart on My Sleeve by @lou-isfake. M, 1.1k It’s a hopeless ordeal, all at once: I am never going to be rid of him; I am never going to have him; it is always, always going to hurt.

Nick of Time by @mosrael. M, 1.1k. Draco Malfoy is ready to sacrifice everything for the man he loves. Will he find what he's looking for in the nick of time?

Reaching out, reaching up by @softlystarstruck. M, 1.3k. Harry Potter is a good lay. Draco wishes that fact was all he had taken away from the situation.

Dicking Draco Down by @lqtraintracks. E, 1.3k. It’s not a tease. It’s all prep. It’s necessary. Harry is, to be unsubtle about it, hung.

Weakness Leaving by @p1013. E, 1.3k. He's nineteen the first time he asks Ginny to hurt him during sex, and he's a day older than that when she tells him this isn't working. He's twenty when he goes to his first kink club and finally gets what he needs.

RAPTURE CLOSE, FIND JESUS by softlystarstruck. G, 1.4k. “What’s rapture?”

“Huh?”

“What’s rapture?”

“Dunno. Why?”

“There was a sign a while back. You were messing with the radio. It said ‘RAPTURE CLOSE, FIND JESUS’. All caps.”

true things by @hogwartsfirebolt. M, 1.5k. All Draco's ever known is how to guard his heart. But Harry sneaks in, anyway. A love story.

Threshing by @academicdisasterfic. E, 1.5k. For Draco, following fate was the easy part.

I Knew You by @phoebe-delia. NR, 1.5k. A series of ficlets based on the songs "august," "cardigan" and "betty," from Taylor Swift's album folklore.

Like You a Latte by hogwartsfirebolt, @peachpety. M, 1.6k. Harry Potter has mastered the skill of creating latte art. Or so he thinks until his muse and crush—Instagram influencer Draco Malfoy—shows up at the Weasley’s caf.

Take that ride by @andithiel. T, 1.6k. It’s been three weeks, six days, 19 hours and 37 minutes since Draco fell into Harry’s bed the first time and they still haven’t talked about it.

Because You Called the Wrong Person, But He Was Into It Anyway by @gracerene. E, 1.7k. Draco has called the wrong number. Harry doesn't mind one bit.

Homebound by academicdisaster. M, 1.8k. After escaping England, Harry and Draco try to find a new home. 

The Dog and The Drunk Slytherin by academicdisaster. T, 1.8k. After learning Harry wants to get a dog, Draco gets very drunk and decides to do something about it. In a very normal way.

All Hues in His Controlling by @wolfpants. E, 1.8k. Harry’s gorgeous at thirty-five, but his beauty as a young man leans closer to pretty, almost strikingly so. “Eighth Year,” Draco murmurs in wonder. “This is you in Eighth Year.”  -   Harry caters to Draco's very particular set of kinks when he uses magic to de-age himself.

Truth’s Day-Star by wolfpants. E, 1.8k. Draco’s stares had started off curious but soon turned arch. He sometimes plays with Harry’s hair while he does it, his body spread out in his chair like liquid silver, all long, pliant lines. Harry, meanwhile, sneaks looks like they’re forbidden. Bless him. Doesn’t he know how much I want him to look at me like that? -  The world is miserable and so is Sirius. But is he really imagining all of this tension between Harry and Draco?

(you) find me when the lights go down by @beyondtheclose. T, 1.8k. Harry can hear footsteps on the stairs behind him but doesn't bother turning to look. There's only one person likely to follow him out here at this time of night.     "Potter," comes the crisp voice, easily recognisable as Draco. "You do know that most sane people, especially those who spend every waking moment complaining of being cold, would cast a warming charm. Or at the very least grab a sweater. Not spend every night attempting to turn into an icicle." - What makes someone a ghost? Because if it's dying, Harry's got that covered.

That life can change by @gallifrey1sburning. M, 1.9k. Maybe that’s why I started hanging out with Malfoy. Two major benefits: it pisses people off, and he doesn’t expect anything from me. We mostly just drink and lie around on the carpet listening to music. A story of two boys slowly and quietly falling together.

Game…Set…Malfoy by @nanneramma. M, 1.9k. Harry teaches Draco a new game. Draco plays dirty.

Pissing for England by @moonflower-rose. M, 2k. They're sharing a flat as part of an Auror training exercise, but if Ron can't learn to piss more quietly, they may not make it out alive.

Aching with Want by @nv-md. E, 2k. Draco loves Harry, and would do anything to make him happy. When the cold wakes Draco in the middle of the night, he gives Harry everything he wants...everything he's too scared to ask for.

Obliviously Ever After by @gloivy. M, 2k. Harry Potter isn’t gay. He just likes to shag Draco Malfoy now and again.  OR: Five times Harry obliviously denies the feelings blooming between himself and Draco, and the one time he admits it.

Fixation by @dorthyanndrarry. E, 2.1k. Harry was back to staring at Draco again.

“Harry’s just fixated,” Hermione said absently, “They do that, the two of them.”

“I’m not fixated,” Harry said, frowning faintly, “I’m just… enjoying the view, sort of thing.”

“When do you get tired of the view then?” Ron asked flatly, “Beeeeen a month now, mate.”

Willing Blood by lq_traintracks and @the-starryknight. E, 2k. Seven days together, years ago; seventy-four hours and thirty-eight minutes trapped in this house alone; and now one chance to stop himself from draining Potter dry. Will Draco take it? Will Harry let him?

Truth be told by @tenthousandyearsx. E, 2.3k. Playing Truth or Dare with the Slytherins had been a terrible idea. Being pinned against a wall by Malfoy while still on bloody Veritaserum was... well, hot as hell, and more than Harry thought he'd ever get, to be perfectly honest.

Drive, Draco by @Erebeus-roxy. M, 2.4k MCD. I got my driver license today, but you're not around to see.

You Can Make My Night by @devilrising. M, 2.4k. Draco has never been to a place like this; an underground, queer speakeasy. There are men everywhere, dancing, drinking, talking. He can't believe he gets to be a part of this.

Or: how Draco Malfoy meets Harry Potter in a bar in the 1920s

Rocking Rodeo by @coffeedrgn87. E, 2.5k. Draco loves the rocking rodeo...what else is there to say?

In a Jam by peachpety. T, 2.6k. When the boys go blackberrying at Michaelmas, Draco discovers that magic and berries don’t mix, and all Harry wants is to snog him. If only Ron would let him.

Just Talking by @cavendishbutterfly. T, 2.6k. Harry's been trying and failing to talk to Draco for ages. It's hard, since he fancies him. It's easier to text about it. Even when he's right across the table at pub night. Who knows? If Harry's funny enough, maybe someday Draco will like him back.

Unspoken Affection by @janieohio. E, 2.6k "Sometimes, when you smile, I swear I hear music, then I realise it’s just the beat of my heart in my ears...Come back so I can dance."

Harry finds a stack of post-its, and what starts as simply leaving Draco a reminder with a bit of romance turns into a lifetime of memories.

Fledgling by @tackytigerfic. G, 2.7k. Two young dads meet at a farmers market. They exchange parenting tips, longing looks, and root vegetables.

Feral by @drarrily-we-row-along. M, 2.8k. Of the two of them, people would say Draco was the scary one; he knew categorically more jinxes and hexes, and he was absolutely ruthless. Harry tended to hold back a bit, he chose spells that wouldn't permanently injure.

But in this moment, after Harry had covered Draco with the shield, Harry went absolutely feral.

At wand point by tenthousandyears. E, 2.8k. Harry should not be so turned on by being held at wand point by Draco Malfoy... yet here he is.

proven lands by @oknowkiss. E, 2.8k. The thing about circles is, they always end at the start.  OR: A story about falling in love at the end of the Earth.  (told in 31 microfics -- this is the "director's cut")

And the music plays bitter, plays sweet by Andithiel. M, 2.9k. He doesn’t know why he does this to her, why he can’t leave Draco Malfoy be. After the first time he promised himself it wouldn’t happen again. For a long time it didn’t. But Draco had become an itch he needed to scratch; the memory of him rutting against Harry all consuming, making him lose focus, making him want another taste. And another. And another. Until all he could taste was Draco, on his tongue, on his skin, all around him, ever present. Never leaving.

Life has a firm grip by @shealwaysreads. M, 2.9k. Harry and Draco don’t get older, but they do get wiser. (Vampire!Draco, Master of Death Harry)

takes one to know one by hogwartsfirebolt. M, 2.9k. I watched him go through many. Months after our groups merged, after I was forced to think of him when I thought of the word “friends”, I became used to it. I learned his moves, learned what desire looked like on his face.

Secretly, between the shadow and the soul by @teacup-tai. T, 2.9k. The thing about surrender is that once you accept the unavoidable rhythm of change, the surprising uncontrollability of life, and the astonishing inevitability of feelings, it is easy.

like the sun came out by academicdisaster. E, 3k. Harry realises that Draco loves him, and it's like waking up. 

the shape of memory by hogwartsfirebolt. T, 3k. Harry's brush with death has left consequences. Thankfully, Draco is there to help him navigate the uncertain waters of his mind.

Mens Rea by lq_traintracks. E, 3.1k. Mens Rea: the mental element of a person's intention to commit a crime; or knowledge that one's action or lack of action would cause a crime to be committed.

 “Draco Malfoy, how do you plead?”

 I’m super fucking guilty.

Together Like This by shealwaysreads. E, 3.1k. Draco attempts to prove to himself that he doesn’t deserve what he wants. Harry proves him wrong.

drape me in your warmth by softlystarstruck. M, 3.1k. Malfoy, even quiet as he is now, is the only thing that manages to shine through the fog of Harry's mind.

Nothing Compares by @maesterchill. T, 3.1k. Working in the International Auror division doesn't exactly lend itself to Harry finding love or having any sort of relationship, what with all the unsociable hours and catching bad guys and never being in one location for more than a few days. Not to mention the permanent fixture of his partner, Malfoy.

So, how does a song about lost love end up being the thing that helps Harry find love, in the location he least expected it?

Waited for This by @phdmama. E, 3.1k. Malfoy’s been working out, Harry ruminates, as he stands by the kitchen sink and drinks his first coffee of the day in preparation to go open the cafe. Probably doing his squats. Harry should ask him about his routine. Except then Malfoy might think Harry has been staring at his ass. Which he definitely has not been. It’s just… hard to miss when Malfoy is bent over the display case unloading his muffins and mini pies and cookies and whatnot.

Harry is only drooling over the croissants, not Malfoy and his posterior. And biceps. And eyes.

I Fall On Grass by tackytiger. T, 3.1k. Harry loves his garden, and he loves his sons, and he also loves— Well, he definitely feels something for Draco, who is currently distractingly topless under a pear tree. The language of flowers isn't much good when it comes to big declarations, though; Harry needs to find the words to tell Draco just exactly what he's been feeling all these years.

Market Saturdays by @iota. M, 3.2k. In which Harry is an accidental part-time cheesemonger, Draco is an organic farmer and they fall in love. Not an AU.

I Swear I'll Keep You With Me by @dodgerkedavra. E, 3.2k. Harry Potter doesn't mean to drop the Snitch in Malfoy Manor. In order to get it back, he makes an Unbreakable Vow to keep Draco Malfoy with him. It's the chandelier's fault, really.

emerald and lace by icarusinflight. E, 3.3k. They're expensive and elegant - like Draco - and Harry just wants to touch them. He gets to.

Salt and Sauce by @onbeinganangel. T, 3.3k. Sure, of course he knows how you take your tea. But does he know your chippy order?

Enjoy the Silence by shealwaysreads. M, 3.4k. Draco stops speaking, gets some tattoos, and discovers that Harry’s happy to be quiet with him.

Even the Night by tackytiger. M, 3.4k. I'm so bad at this. Two boys meet on a rooftop. Read and find out more. Featuring lots of cigarettes, a Midsummer sky, close encounters in a bath, and plenty of fireworks.

Countdown to a Life by tackytiger, E, 3.4k. A balcony, first kisses, December to December. A little story of building up a life together.

Half Awake by academicdisaster. E, 3.4k. Talking is hard, and kissing is easier. And so is everything that comes after kissing.

A Shorts Story About Love by onereader. E, 3.4k. House-sharing with Slytherins, student life, magic weed, and short shorts. Harry's life at university might be strange, but he wouldn't change it for the world.

Continued in Part Two!

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I’ll be regularly adding to this, so if you’re seeing this as a reblog, feel free to check my Master List of Recommendations for the most current list. If you see yourself and you’re not tagged, or I've got a broken or misdirected link, please let me know!

[agirlwithdemonblood]

Breaking Free: Chapter 3- Finding Light

Pairings: AU! Mechanic Dean x Reader

Chapter Summary: Dean and Y/N have their first date, and Dean shows who he really is.

Series Masterlist here!! & Main masterlist here!

I woke up and glanced at the clock, a frown creasing my face when I saw it was almost noon.

There was a time when I'd rise early, whip up breakfast for Andrew and I, followed by a job and enjoying coffee at the diner. I used to think that our relationship was so normal. You know, like those housewives on TV who seemed so content. But that was just among the surface.

I didn't realize how unnatural our relationship was-the yelling, the screaming, the constant bullying. Now that I'm finally out of it, I see those things for what they were: toxic.

It wasn't normal for my fiance to explode if dinner wasn't ready, to check my texts and calls every night, or to be upset and physically punish me when I had an idea of my own. It took me months to realize that these weren't normal relationship dynamics; they were signs of something deeply unhealthy.

What scares me the most is that Andrew was my only experience with relationships, and now with Dean showing interest, I wasn't sure how I should behave around him. Is it okay to feel this strongly about him so soon? Will he think less of me because I don't know what a real, healthy relationship is?

As if fate was responding, my phone rang on the nightstand, displaying an unknown number. I hesitated briefly before answering and holding it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey sweetheart, it's Dean."

Instantly, my worries melted away. There was something about him, something magical almost, because just hearing his voice made me feel better.

"Hey Dean, what's up?"

"I was just wondering if we are still on for tonight? Instead of dinner, I thought maybe I could take you somewhere."

A rush of questions and insecurities flooded my mind. Maybe he didn't want to be seen with me after yesterday, or maybe he wanted to cancel but didn't know how to tell me."

"Y/N? You there?"

"Oh sorry, yeah, if that's what you want to do. I mean, obviously its your decision."

There was a pause, and anxiety started to creep in. Had I said the wrong thing?

He chuckled into the phone, "Uh, I'm glad your thinking of me Y/N, but this is our date. I just wanted to bring you somewhere special. You can have an opinion, you know?" His laugh was reassuring, and I giggled in return.

Of course, he was a gentleman on top of everything else.

"I think that sounds amazing. What time should I be ready for?"

"How does 5:30 sound?"

I smiled to myself, "Sounds good. See you later Dean."

With that, I hung up and placed my phone back on the nightstand. A sigh of contentment escaped me as I thought about tonight. Perhaps this would be the night things changed for me.

Dean seemed like a genuinely nice guy, he hadn't judged me during the incident with Andrew. Maybe he was different from other men.

But as I thought about tonight, my nerves started getting the better of me. What would I wear? Dean hadn't specified if it was a fancy or casual outing. Not getting a clear instruction always made me anxious-I've made that mistake before.

i grabbed my phone and started typing a message, then hesitated, deleted it, and finally sent it. He responded almost immediately.

I smiled to myself as I read through the messages repeatedly. It was tempting to remain in bed reading them, but I knew I had to get up and start my day before my date later tonight.

As I made my way to my suitcase, I frowned, realizing I had fewer clothes than expected; half of my stuff was still at Andrew’s place, and I had no intention of going back there.

Unfortunately, I had to go shopping. I threw on my coat, grabbed my purse, and headed out, sitting in the car debating where to go. There was a nearby clothing store, but what if Andrew had talked to the staff and made things awkward there? There was another option out of town, but it was quite a distance.

My phone rang, and I couldn’t help but laugh seeing Dean’s name. I answered quickly. “Can’t stay away, huh?”

He chuckled deeply. “You caught me. Missed you already! But, I might need to push our date back an hour. Got stuck at work until 5:30 now instead of 4. Is it okay if I pick you up at 6:30?"

“No worries, that’s fine,” I replied.

“What are you up to today?” He questioned with a smile I could hear.

I debated whether to be vague or share. Part of me wanted to tell him about my day; strangely, he seemed genuinely interested. “Just going shopping. Turns out I need more clothes than I thought.”

“Well, have fun! Where are you headed?”

“Probably the next town over. I know there are a few shops there.”

He paused for a moment, and my heart skipped a beat. “Oh, that’s quite a journey. You must really like those stores,” he teased.

I nervously giggled, playing with my coat zipper. “Not really. Andrew has stirred up a lot of drama around here, and I prefer to avoid it.”

He sighed audibly, his concern evident even through the phone. "Sweetheart, stay right there. I'll bring something to help you out."

I chuckled softly, biting my lip. "Okay. I'll wait here."

Twenty minutes passed before I spotted Dean’s truck pulling in, a young girl sitting in the passenger seat. Dean smiled at me as he got out and opened the girl’s door.

“Y/N, this is Claire. She's a good family friend,” Dean introduced.

I extended my hand nervously. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Claire smiled back, shaking my hand. “You too. So Dean brought me here to go shopping with you, said people in this town were being assholes to you?”

I felt embarrassed, glancing at Dean who looked apologetic for his improvised plan. “Uh, yeah.”

“Well, don’t worry. People dislike me more than they could dislike you, and I also do enjoy shopping, so let’s go,” Claire said with a reassuring smile.

I laughed, silently thanking Dean for sending her my way. After Dean left, Claire hopped into my car, her manner friendly.

“Dean is crazy about you, it’s hilarious,” Claire remarked.

“Really?” I asked, surprised.

She chuckled. “I didn’t even have a chance to say yes. He was already at my door, pulling me into the truck, saying he needed a huge favor.”

“Oh…”

Claire frowned slightly. “Not that hanging out with you is a favour. He told me you didn’t have many friends here, and people weren’t treating you right. He thought we might get along, so here I am. I don't have many friends here either so it works out.”

I nodded, touched by Dean’s thoughtfulness but also feeling a pang of insecurity. It was sweet of him, yet I couldn't shake the feeling of being a charity case.

“Earth to Y/N?” Claire’s voice snapped me back to reality.

I managed a sad smile. “Sorry, I just… I hope this doesn’t seem pathetic. Like Dean had to beg you to be friends with me.”

Claire shook her head, laughing lightly. “Even if it does, he had good intentions. Maybe we’ll become great friends because of this, or maybe not. Either way, let’s make the most of today.”

I nodded in agreement as we arrived at the store. Claire’s easy confidence helped ease my nerves, and I found myself enjoying her company. She didn’t treat me like a charity case; instead, she was sassy and genuine.

As we browsed through clothes, Claire asked, “So what are you planning on wearing tonight?”

I shrugged. “Dean said something comfortable and casual.”

“Are you planning on… you know, tonight?” Claire asked bluntly with a smirk.

I blushed deeply, surprised by her directness. “Claire!"

She chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, I'm straightforward like that. But seriously, are you making any plans, or are you more of a wait-until-the-third-date kind of person?"

The idea of something potentially happening with Dean made butterflies flutter in my stomach. Did he expect us to be intimate tonight? Was that the norm for dating now?

"I honestly haven't thought about it until this moment. Do you think he's expecting it tonight?"

Claire laughed softly and shook her head. "Dean is a true gentleman. As much as he annoys me and gets on my nerves, he's kind, protective, and wouldn't harm a fly. It all depends on what you're comfortable with."

She offered me a couple of shirts, but they didn't quite fit my style. Dean had said to be comfortable, but I also wanted to impress him. The last times he saw me, I wasn't looking my best.

Claire returned with armfuls of clothes, a wide grin on her face. "Changing rooms, let's do this!"

Following her to the back, I stepped into a dressing room as she handed me various outfits. They weren't my usual choices, but surprisingly cute.

I tried on the burgundy leggings, a white tank top, and a jacket Claire gave me. When I looked in the mirror, I was surprised—I felt beautiful for once. The leggings fit my curves nicely, and the top showed off my shape. I knew Dean would be surprised; he's only seen me in baggy clothes before.

Stepping out, I found Claire waiting, her jaw dropping in awe. I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. "Wowww. Girl, Dean won't know what hit him."

After paying and grabbing a quick lunch, I dropped Claire off at her house. Before she left, she asked for my number, which made me feel valued. It seemed like things were finally looking up.

Back at the motel, I checked the time—it was already 5:30, just an hour before Dean would pick me up.

I was feeling even more nervous now. Dean was coming soon, and I was wearing something a bit more revealing. It was scary, but I had a feeling Dean would like it. I couldn't wait.

I had just finished putting on makeup and getting dressed when a knock on the door grabbed my attention. Quickly adjusting my outfit, I nervously made my way to the door.

When I opened it, we both paused, taking each other in. Dean looked incredibly handsome in a red button-up shirt layered over a black t-shirt, paired with faded blue jeans. He looked even better than I remembered, if that was possible.

His eyes scanned me from head to toe, and he let out a low whistle before meeting my eyes with a smile. "Wow... Y/N, you look stunning."

Blushing wildly, I fiddled with my hands, trying to hide my flustered grin that probably made me look like a teenager—but he noticed, and it only made him smile wider.

He then pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and held them out to me. "Dean! You really didn't have to get me flowers."

He shrugged, his smile turning a bit shy. "I know, but I thought they might brighten up the motel room a bit."

I leaned in and kissed his cheek, chuckling softly as his cheeks turned red and he looked bashful. He was adorable when he was shy.

After putting the flowers in water, I grabbed my coat and followed him outside. I glanced around, looking for his truck, which caused him to laugh. "You didn't think I'd show up for our date in my tow truck, did you?"

"I wouldn’t judge if you did. Which car is yours?” I asked.

He pointed to the black car, and my jaw dropped. It was the most amazing car I’d ever seen. I didn’t know much about cars, but when I was a kid, my dad had taught me a thing or two, especially about this one.

“Oh my god. No way. A ‘67 Chevy Impala? Those are a rare breed.”

He froze, staring back at me in awe, clearly surprised that I recognized the car and its classic status.

“Whoa, a girl after my heart. You know a lot about cars?” he asked.

I shook my head and chuckled. “No, my dad was the car enthusiast. He collected them. We had a calendar of classic cars, and this Chevy was featured in May. I always thought it was the most beautiful car.”

His smiled wider, “Well, thank you. I love her, and I’m glad you do too.”

“Her? What’s her name?”

He blushed, looking down. “Baby.”

I giggled and playfully nudged his arm. “Does that ever confuse the ladies?”

He chuckled along with me, his blush spreading. “Nah, I mix it up depending on the person.”

“Good to know.”

He opened the car door for me and then walked around to the driver’s side. As he got in, I couldn’t help but be fascinated by the car. I barely noticed when we started driving; it was just such a perfect match for Dean.

He drove for a while, asking about my life-where I came from, how many siblings I had. It was clear he was avoiding talking about Andrew, and I was grateful for that. I turned to face him better, but then I froze. My eyes locked on the cut on his lip and the green bruise on his cheek.

“What?” He asked nervously, offering a smile.

“What happened to your face?” I asked, concern in my voice.

His hand went to his lip, and he nodded in understanding, seeming to have forgotten about his cuts and bruises.

“Oh, uh, nothing really. Family disagreement, nothing major.”

I narrowed my eyes and sighed, feeling a connection. “Look at both of us, the weirdos with bruises.”

He chuckled softly and placed his hand on my leg, squeezing gently. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a rush of emotions like a teenager again.

It took a while to reach the lake Dean wanted to bring me to, and as soon as did, nerves flooded back. This was real-the first date. The night that could shape our relationship. It was more nerve-wracking than I remembered.

He got out of the car and went to the back, pulling out a blanket, a bottle of wine, and a cooler. I couldn't help but smile as my heart warmed; he had put so much thought into our first date, and it meant a lot.

Once the blanket was set up, he sat down next to me and opened the cooler, grabbing snacks for us both.

"Wow, Dean, you went all out."

His cheeks turned a shade of red as he chuckled nervously. "Sometimes I do."

He reached for the wine but hesitated, his eyes searching mine. "Um, is the wine okay or?"

I furrowed my brows in confusion, a nervous smile forming. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

He seemed lost in thought for a moment, as if trying to figure out how to explain something. Then it hit me—he must have heard the rumors around town. He believed them.

I dropped my head, feeling my heart sink. I had thought he, of all people, wouldn’t believe those things about me. But clearly, he was uneasy about drinking, afraid the rumours were true.

He sighed and placed his hand on my leg. “I didn’t mean anything by it... it’s just...”

“You heard the rumors about my drinking problem, and now you’re worried about me,” I finished for him.

His eyes widened, and he put the bottle down, leaning closer. “No! No, not at all! I just...”

He sighed heavily, brushing his hair back in frustration. “Sometimes rumours are spread, and sometimes there’s truth to them, even if it’s exaggerated. I just needed to check, to make sure you weren’t at risk or uncomfortable with drinking.”

He frowned, removing his hand from my leg, clearly feeling guilty. I wasn’t angry at him—I was frustrated with Andrew and those stupid rumors. I just wanted to be myself without judgment.

Turning towards him, I grabbed the wine and popped the cork, taking a sip to ease the tension. He smirked and nodded, taking the bottle from me and joining in.

I sighed and moved closer. “Okay, before our date really gets going, let’s clear the air. No more doubts about me. Tell me what you’ve heard, and I’ll tell you if it’s true. Whether you believe it or not is up to you.”

He nodded, turning to face me. After a moment of thought, he spoke up. “One thing I heard was that you used him and then left, but I already know that’s not true.”

“How do you know that’s not true?”

“Because I was at that motel that day. I saw what he was doing and the look on his face. Also, if you had used him and taken his money, you wouldn’t have come in without a tow truck that day.”

I smiled and nodded. “Good detective work. What else?”

He sighed and handed me the bottle. “That you have a drinking problem and get violent when you’re under the influence.”

“Okay. I don’t have a drinking problem. Andrew did. We went to parties, had a few drinks, and when I stood up to him because of the liquid courage, he blamed it on that. Also, I only hit him once—the day at the motel. That part was true.”

He nodded, his hand returning to my leg in a comforting gesture.

“What else?” I asked, handing him back the bottle. He took a swig and looked down.

“I heard that the bruises on your face were from a bar fight, and you blamed him for it. But again, I know that’s not true.” He laughed.

I sighed and nodded. “I was in a bar fight, technically. I was drinking with my neighbor, and this random girl thought she was hitting on her boyfriend—she actually was—so the girl got in her face. I stepped in, and the girl swung at me. But after that, I went home. My neighbor apparently told her husband I was the one hitting on the guy from the bar, and he told Andrew. When I got home, Andrew was furious and drunk. I tried to walk away, but he…”

I froze, tears welling up as I recalled the painful memory. “He grabbed me and threw me to the ground. That was the first time he hit me.”

Dean winced, his jaw tightening. “Is that when you left?”

I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. “No. I was stupid and stayed. About a week later, I found out he was sleeping with the neighbor. I confronted him, angry and hurt. He called me a liar, said I was drunk and imagining things. So I got even angrier, threatened to leave, and told him I’d expose him for who he really was. That’s when he snapped… I don’t remember much after that—it happened so fast—but I remember the pain of his fists over and over again. I remember seeing the blood on his hands and the smile on his face. I thought, ‘I’m going to die tonight. My fiancé is going to kill me.’ And honestly, at that moment, I was okay with it. The pain he caused me was unbearable.”

My head hung low as I sobbed quietly, the weight of the memories crushing me. Dean pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me protectively. “It’s okay. He’s not going to hurt you anymore. I won’t let him,” he whispered soothingly.

I sighed and looked up, Dean’s thumbs gently wiping away my tears.

“I’m sorry,” I choked out.

His brow furrowed in confusion. “Sorry for what, sweetheart?”

“For ruining our date. I shouldn’t have talked about that.”

He shook his head, holding me tighter. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t ruin anything. In fact, you’ve made me feel even closer to you. I appreciate you telling me. It couldn’t have been easy.”

I shook my head, resting against his shoulder, my arms holding him close. A weight lifted off my shoulders—I wasn’t alone in this anymore. Someone finally believed me.

He kissed my forehead and smiled softly. “Now, let’s sit down and talk some more. We’ll still have a great night, okay?”

I nodded, leaning in slowly to press my lips against his. Each kiss felt like the first, and with each one, I felt myself falling even deeper in love.

It was only our first date, but I knew—I was falling hard.

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Reviving Love

Jason Todd x Reader AO3

Chapter 2

Jason hadn’t meant to stalk your Instagram page, but it was too tempting. Your profile was public and you posted just the right amount that he could put pieces of your life together from the time he died to the present. Eventually, he had scrolled down far enough that he surprisingly found a picture of you and him.

By the shit mid-2000s Instagram filter and the poor iPhone quality, it had to be right when the two of you started dating. Jason subconsciously ran a hand over his cheek, feeling the stubble and small scar on his jawline as he stared down at the smooth-skinned, rosy-cheeked boy in the photo. It had been before the years got to him, and it was almost an anomaly to see himself so content. He’d forgotten he had been at one point.

Jason shut off the phone, the picture brought him back to reality. Even if he did see you again, he felt too unattractive to ever approach you. No, the scars on his body and the bitterness that hung off every word he said would probably turn you away. He sat on his bed, thinking about how if you saw him again you would probably be deeply disappointed. 

And, scared because, as far as you knew, he was dead. That much would be obvious. 

Jason cursed Dick again for bringing you up. He didn’t know if it was pathetic or not that he was thinking of an old flame from back when he was a little more than a teenager. Surely, you probably hadn’t thought of him in years as it looked like you had moved on with your life. In any case, he was happy about it and tried to do the same. 

The only time he’d ever thought of you before was when you popped up occasionally in his dreams. He’d wake up, and wonder what the fuck that was about. Then he would get up to work out, cook, or anything else so he wouldn’t dwell too much on the thought of you. 

This time, Jason got up to get something to eat as hunger was starting to burn at the corners of his stomach. When he opened the fridge, the light illuminating the dark room, there was nothing. Well, almost nothing. There was a pickle jar, expired cheese, and some beers but nothing that would constitute a good meal for a growing boy as Alfred would say. Defeated and hungry, Jason resigned himself to the horrible fate of having to leave his apartment to go to the store. Groaning, he pulled on some pants and a hoodie before grabbing his keys. 

It wasn’t too late in the evening so plenty of people were still going about, leaving work to return home or going out for the night. Honestly, Jason didn’t find it all too bad. In fact, in a certain light, Gotham could be nice. In a late eighties neo-noir kind of way. The sound of the people on the street with the traffic in the background under the light rainfall made Jason feel at home. It was the diamond in the rough. 

The light rain was a nice relief from the lately warmer weather as summer was finally fading away to let autumn in. Luckily, the store was right around the corner from his apartment, so being outside in the light drizzle wouldn’t be too much of a hassle. 

The store owners greeted him as he entered. Another thing he liked was this part of Gotham, the one not seen by people like Bruce. It was familiarity, a general tough, arms-length kindness that was much appreciated by him. 

“We’ve got those cigarettes you like so much, Jason,” The old man said. “Those imported ones, ya know?” 

“You know I can’t pass those up,” Jason laughed. “Let me grab some groceries and I’ll come back up here to grab ‘em.” 

With a laugh, Jason playfully waved off the old guy as he did the same, wandering down one of the many aisles. Bread, cheese, meat, and soda—The meal made for a growing boy. Jason wandered up and down for a little while, pausing at the selection of condoms before laughing to himself. Nah, he wouldn’t need those any time soon. 

He was about to turn down another aisle when he bumped into someone. “Shit, sorry,” He said, finally looking up. 

Just his fuckin’ luck, he had bumped into you.

[armpirate]

Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 10

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy. 

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 17 minutes

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Y/n clapped her hands in the air, satisfied with the result when the chocolate smell coming from the brownie soon filled the small space of her kitchen. She'd have felt tempted to take a bite, if it hadn't been for the fact that she knew what was inside of it.

She wanted to keep her body intact, and normal. She could always prepare herself another one later in the day.

There was something positive about the fact that she had a hole that linked her bedroom with her neighbor's, and it was the fact that she was able to hear everything that happened on the other side.

Clearly Jungkook was aware. That was why he said louder the name of the girl he was going to meet up that night, and how he was going to see her at the location he had sent her. As if Y/n cared in the slightest of where he sneaked his dick into. Completely opposite of making her jealous, that short conversation gave her the perfect idea to piss him off, after the rest of her ideas were answered back too quickly by his side.

The junk mail didn't work...

Jungkook sighed at the big amount of envelopes and magazines that peeked through the tab of his mailbox. It was the third time that week that he saw it so filled with it, forcing the mailman to leave his bills and other important mail outside, on top of the big metallic box that formed the mailbox of the community.

All that junk mail went from random magazines advertising products no one would use, to pamphlets about hair transplants.

A loud sigh got his attention, finding one of the ladies on the 5th floor looking at him with pity.

—My husband went through the same thing —she started—. Don't worry, son. I bet you'll find a way to balance what's missing up there —the second her hand landed on his forearm for a comforting pat, he lost the grip of everything he was holding—. Jesus Christ.

At first he thought she was just feeling sorry for making him drop everything, until he saw that suffocated and scandiled expression as she looked up, avoiding any type of eye contact with him. And one quick look down explained why.

"Big dicks XXL" with a graphic image of a man sliding his dick inside the other man on top's ass.

—No, it's not mine.

—It's alright —she cut him off, waving her hand in the air—. For the love of God —she kept mumbling, airing herself as she walked away.

Jungkook quickly clutched to pick up all of the things he had dropped, trying as hard as possible to hide that magazine he had no idea was there.

—Oh, don't feel ashamed —his jaw instantly clenched when he heard her mocking tone—. No one's going to judge you for that.

—I should've guessed it —he sighed, walking towards her—. Junk mail? I did those pranks when I was fifteen. But at least you tried.

And it got an immediate response from him later that day...

Y/n was about to get ready to sleep, snuggling under her bed sheets with a tiny smile on her face when silence invaded her place. She almost felt like she was on a cloud. Clean fresh sheets, a soft lavender smell, and her body completely clean and ready after a long shower... she was sure no one would be able to ruin that.

Until her doorbell rang out of nowhere.

Both of her eyes opened wide at the sound, although she didn't move a centimeter. She waited in her bed, hoping somebody got the wrong floor or door. For the first time, she was praying it was one of Jungkook's hook ups not being able to use one of their two working brain cells to knock on the right door.

But the bell rang again.

Annoyed, and with a loud huff that was heard over her sheets cutting the air, she got out of her bed, sliding her feet inside her slippers and making her way to the door.

—Here's your pizza —Y/n frowned when she saw the young boy with that yellow bag in his hand, ready to open it up.

—I didn't order any pizza.

—Y/n Y/s, S May Street number 402, apartment 3A? —he read on the ticket.

—Well, yeah. That's my address, but I didn't order it.

—A man called and ordered it for you. If you didn't, your boyfriend definitely did.

—My boyf...

The word slowly vanished in her throat when she saw Jungkook's devilish smile make its appearance as he opened the door, crossing his arms over his chest and resting his shoulder on the door frame.

—Y/n, it's okay. You ordered more than you'd eat, it's okay. I'll help you eat it. Pay the poor boy. I bet he has more places to be at.

The delivery brunette boy turned to Jungkook, slowly thanking him for his false empathy while Y/n thought of several ways to dismember him and get rid of all the evidence while her hand reached for her purse behind the door.

Even if she had wanted to throw half of one of the pizzas and crush it against the window on the shared patio, she held back from doing it. It was a waste of food, and it'd also be a waste of her own money after she paid for it.

It was true she declared war first, and made it official by slamming the door or kicking the wall early in the morning, being aware of how he was still sleeping around that time most of the time. She stepped on the white flag and set it on fire, and didn't care. He was the one who used a video taken without her consent to enable any possibility to write that article professionally. He had one chance to show her he wasn't the douchebag she thought he was, and he chose to miss it.

After she cut the brownie and placed it in cubes on a plastic plate, she made her way to the door.

—How should I say it? —she started to ask herself out loud— "This is a peace cake" "Let's go back to peace" —her tongue clicked at how neither of those phrases sounded convincing enough.

It was Jungkook, she didn't need to work so hard to sound convincing. Probably a suggestive tone and a filthy look would have him taking the plate before she could even speak.

Struggling to hold the brownie with just one hand, she leaned a bit to be able to ring his doorbell, going back at holding the wide plate with her two hands. She was sure he was still at home, she could hear his irritating voice singing some songs as he walked around his room. It was one annoying habit he didn't seem to get rid of, because he knew how much it actually pissed her off.

—Who is it?

All the muscles on her face seemed to find it harder to keep a relaxed and cordial smile, dying to have her jaw clenched and her lips twitching at the same time an insult was cooking in the tip of her tongue. Instead, she momentarily bit her lip, containing her impulse and smiling, looking at the peephole.

She was sure he was looking from the other side, giggling as he saw her about to lose her temper.

—3A.

—Oh, my favorite neighbor.

Jungkook knew it was her. He had been looking at her through the peehole of his door shortly after she first rang his bell. Having her there, in front of his door after everything that had happened, was surprising, but the way she looked that day was breathtaking.

Her messy bun, with some of her locks falling all over her face, along with that clean face, only covered with some bits of a white powder on her right cheek, was a vision he was sure he'd look at for hours if he could.

It was impressive how unaware she was of how attractive she was just looking like that, and he wasn't sure which side of hers he liked more, because that confident and sexy side she had used on him before was a good hook.

—What brings you to my side? Oh, before you start —he stopped her as her lips parted to speak— You should've used your broomstick to knock on my door before stepping here without my permission. But I'll let it go for today.

The plastic cracked momentarily under her digits as it folded by the pressure, making her aware of the pressure she was adding onto the plate.

—How sweet of you —she mentioned with tight teeth.

—Really —Jungkook nodded—. I'm a sugar cube, in reality. But some influences —he highlighted, momentarily pointing at her with his eyes— always drag me to my worst side.

—You're making me regret this, already —she warned him.

—It's the truth, though.

—Okay. Forget it.

Maybe writing down a note, and leaving those pieces on his door would've been a way better idea than confronting him.

—No, wait —Jungkook reached out to her arm, hooking his fingers around her elbow to stop her as she attempted to turn around—. You bothered to come all the way here, tell me what you were going to say and why you're carrying a brownie like one of those strangely nice housewives that then kill your whole family?

—That was too descriptive —she mumbled—. But I thought... I considered... Maybe I've been a bit too harsh —she finally said—. You refused to do something I asked you to do, and you used my video... out of desperation —she couldn't believe she was actually phrasing it that way to appeal to him— , in order to get that idea out of my head. I didn't see it, and I overreacted.

—You did —he nodded—. The big dicks mag was okay, but who in their sane mind would play about my scalp? —he pointed at his head— My father has this same mane in his fifties.

A small smile escaped her lips. She almost felt bad for what she was about to do.

—I was wondering if you could delete that video... Since we're waving the white flag again.

—I can't —he quickly shook his head.

Key word on her previous thought: almost.

—Delete that video and miss this nice good Y/n? 3A, I know how to recognize a good chance when I have it in front of me.

—Right —she nodded again—. Well... Still, take this brownie as a peace sign.

—I was going to ask if you did it, but the evidence it's all over your face.

Her heart skipped a tiny beat when Jungkook leaned over her, rubbing his thumb against her cheek to wipe any trace of dirt on her skin.

His eyes were so brown and big from that distance... Too bad he ruined it all whenever he opened his mouth.

Jungkook could feel something activating in his body were their fingers softly touched as he picked up the plate from her hands, feeling tempted to invite her in and share her creation. He didn't even care about the date he had planned to meet if it meant repeating all over again what happened with Y/n.

He had to react quickly when Y/n took a piece of brownie and offered it to him, rubbing the food against his lips and almost sticking the whole thing in his mouth with a naughty smile.

—I want to see what you think about it —Y/n excused herself.

His eyebrows instantly furrowed, followed by his head nodding in approval as he chewed on the brownie. It was a bit dry, but the taste was quite good. A little more sweet than it should have, but it was exactly how he liked it.

—Good?

—Uh-hum —he licked his lips—. Why don't you come inside and eat with me?

—Hmm, maybe another day. I have things to do —she shook her head, stepping back—. But enjoy it.

She was starting her way out, with the vision of her door perfectly drawn in her head before she started to walk backwards.

—Wait —her body stopped immediately, thinking she was caught—. Since you waved the white flag, does that mean we could get rid of this whole "side" crap? —he suggested, taking another bite from another piece.

—No —she answered after smiling.

Jungkook didn't mind how she answered without looking back at him, closing her door behind him. His victorious smirk was evident enough to doubt for a second he thought he didn't stand a chance with her. It was clear she was more into him than she'd ever admit. It was just a matter of time before she crawled to him and gave in to her deepest desires.

He left the plate on the small shelf at the left side of his door, picking up his keys before he closed the door behind him.

In the meantime, while Y/n decided whether she'd play hard to get or accept what she wanted, he'd still welcome any other woman coming his way with open arms.

He met Chelsea through Instagram. One of her pics popped up on his feed, and he liked it. Of course he hit that button after seeing the way she exposed her worked quadriceps under those lycra leggins, that perfectly molded over her buttocks... She had a good ass.

Her conversation was boring, there was nothing interesting coming out of her. Or maybe he just got too used to his crazy neighbor, to the point of normalizing the defensive conversations they had with each other whenever they met up in their divided landing.

One of the locks of her hair twirled around her index, while she thought deep the next thing to say to keep him engaged.

—I really like your tattoos —she pointed out, lifting her eyebrows while her eyes went down to his arm—. I also have a tattoo.

—Where? —Jungkook asked, frowning when there was no sight of ink on her arms or neck under the locks of her ginger hair.

—Why don't we go to your place and I show you? —Chelsea suggested, slowly moving her fingers up to his.

It hadn't even been twenty minutes since they saw each other in person after texting for a few days, but she was devouring his mouth the second they left the pub. Her hands were everywhere, her tongue kept trapping his and the minty taste of her drink was so strong he could even breathe it.

If it was even possible, her kisses turned more aggressive and passionate when she kissed him again after they hopped off his motorbike, grabbing him by the nape and forcing him to lean a bit to be at the same height as her.

He only stopped when she pressed the button to the lift, aware of what would happen if Y/n saw him getting out of it after the sweet gesture she had with him.

—Let's use the stairs —he suggested.

—But the elevator is coming already —she mentioned, pointing at the numbers going backwards at the top of the metallic doors.

—It's better for the body —he tried to appeal to her fit side—. Let's go.

Without letting Chelsea say another word, his hand trapped hers and dragged her up to his floor.

Her hands were again everywhere in his body when they stopped by his door, not even giving him time to think or concentrate as he tried to open the door and step inside his apartment.

Maybe she was a little bit too needy for his liking.

—Oh, brownie.

And finally: freedom.

—Did you cook it? —her eyebrow raised with a funny smile, getting a piece of it.

—Yup —his answer didn't show a glimpse of hesitation as it left his lips—. You know, I'm good with my hands in a lot of different situations...

—Hmm —she hummed, throwing her head back and closing her eyes—. If in those different situations you're as good as with baking, I think I might be paying you a few too many visits.

Jungkook scoffed, knowing he was safe in that safe. And he could only thank his ex-girlfriend for it.

While he went for a drink for the both of them, he caught Chelsea picking another piece from the plate before stepping deeper inside his apartment. He held back the need of clicking his tongue and telling her to stop eating. Y/n had prepared that for him, not for her to eat it all by herself.

—You have a nice house —she mentioned, sitting on his couch.

—Thanks —his smile could come off as a smirk, but it was more aimed at being a relief sign as she finally stepped away from the plate—. I'm still decorating it, but there are a few things missing.

—Like me in your bed, for example.

Jungkook didn't have time to process her answer, her lips already trapped him and her body was back at being all over him.

It was an intense and long make out session that ended up with Chelsea straddling his body and trapping him between the couch and her, giving him no room to move anything else that wasn't his tongue whenever hers moved away. He was convinced the only moment it'd end was when she broke the kiss to ask for his room, and he thought that place was about to come when she moved away.

Although her expression wasn't exactly what he'd have expected from someone who was dying to have sex with him.

—Bathroom —she mentioned with a weak voice.

—Huh?

—Where's the bathroom? —her question went along with the squeak of her guts.

—There —he pointed to the gray door next to the kitchen.

Seeing her almost run to the door, while her body was bent over, wasn't exactly the image he had for the night. It wasn't like he clearly knew what would happen, but having his fling hurrying to the bathroom, and spending the next thirty minutes in there, wasn't in his list of plans.

—Are you okay? —he knocked on the door when he finally heard the sound of the toilet being flushed.

Chelsea slowly opened it, with a thin coat of sweat covering the fin of her nose and her cheeks, looking like she had gone through the worst of the wars in there.

—I really don't know what's wrong. I didn't eat anything for twelve hours. But I'm okay already —she cheered with the energy she had left in her body—. Where were we?

Her arms could only reach the level of his shoulders, before the sound of his stomach squeaking interrupted her and forced her to lock herself inside the bathroom again.

She didn't eat anything. Maybe the brownie contained something that could've created a reaction in her body.

As he walked to the kitchen to leave the plate on the counter, she could catch Y/n peeking a little too much in the window right in front of his, before she quickly attempted to hide by clutching underneath.

It was one quick second, but her reaction -how her funny smile quickly disappeared as soon as he showed up-, along with the quick look he gave to the cake she gifted him were enough to understand his neighbor had something to do with the disaster going on in his bathroom.

—I saw you.

—I know. Something fell —she tried to play it cool, calmly getting up.

—Chose to stop living like Dracula? —he pointed out how suddenly she uncovered her window, which was usually blocked by something so he couldn't get a peek inside.

—I was... um... checking... the window —she finally pointed out—. It's been making weird noises these days. What about you? Did you enjoy the brownie?

His tongue poked through his cheek at the mention of that bomb, knowing she was sure she was sly with the question.

—A lot —Jungkook nodded—. I'll have to repay you for it, dear neighbor.

Y/n didn't know whether to take it as a good or bad thing. He didn't seem annoyed, or angry, and the effects of the laxatives weren't evident on him either, which somehow disappointed her. She had been waiting for him to come back to see him completely ruined, but he was fresh and annoying as usual.

—See you later —he greeted, closing his window again.

Jungkook stepped out of the kitchen right at the same time Chelsea stepped outside of the bathroom. The coat of sweat was covering most part of her face, with even some of the locks of her hair being moist by it.

—I think it'd be better if I go home —she suggested with a weak tone—. I'm sorry.

—Don't worry. You can stay the night. It's too late.

—No —she quickly shook her head—. Actually, I managed to call a taxi while I was in the bathroom.

—Are you sure? I...

—Pretty sure, yeah —she nodded.

Jungkook looked at her, picking up all of her things and running away from his place like she wasn't the one who barely gave him any space to breathe almost half an hour back. He wasn't going to complain either way, it was better that way.

The sound of his clap echoed among the walls of his empty house, announcing his departure before he picked his keys and made his way out of his house.

—What do you want? —Y/n opened her door, frowning when she saw him in front of her door.

She wanted to play a game she would never win against him. Jungkook thought she'd have learned by then that, whatever she did, he'd always find the positive side -or, at least, the way to gain something out of what she did. And it was what he was planning to do that night.

Without saying a word, he walked between her and the door frame, stepping inside her place.

—What's with this thing of coming in without my permission? —she asked, pissed at the way he just stood there without even looking at her.

—Well, I'm sleeping here today. That's why.

—Huh?

—Huh? —he imitated her— Ever heard of owning up to your actions and facing the consequences? That's exactly what's going on right now.

—What...

—Laxatives inside the brownie? Hmm, good old trick. Imma give you that.

—Why are you saying that?

—The girl I was going to sleep with today has to stay in my apartment. She literally blew, and can't go back home. So she's sleeping in my place. And since my couch is uncomfortable, I'm sleeping here.

He ate two pieces of the brownie almost two hours back, and he was still intact, and that girl ate a piece and she was in crumbles. What the hell did he have in his stomach? She bet he'd survive even if he ate the whole bottle of bleach.

But most importantly, how was he even thinking of staying at her place?

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[hockeyboysimagines]

I’ve loved you three

Summers

Chapter 3

Warnings: language, kissing, mild sexual content, some angst and mentions of manipulative/abusive relationships.

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The grocery store was mostly empty at this early morning hour and Madison was thankful because she had Seth on the brain.

They’d parted ways last night with more kissing and she hadn’t seen him since then.

And she was kind of glad.

She hadn’t even begun to process what had happened the night before and was still not totally sure it wasn’t a dream. The situation with her and Seth could go one of two ways. It could either be a wonderful amazing adventure or she could run the risk of losing a lifelong friend. It really just came down whether it was worth the risk, which she already decided it was. But it wasn’t only up to her. She had no idea how he was feeling.

If she hadn’t been thinking about Seth, she would have been paying closer attention, but she didn’t even see him coming till it was too late.

“Madison?”

She turned and felt something that could only be described as dread start to settle in her stomach.

Darren was standing a few feet away, fake smile plastered on his face, the same one he wore the very first time she ever met him. She did not return it.

“Hey how are you?” He moved closer and she took a small step back. Annoyance flickered across his face.

“Fine.” She moved to walk away from him but when he followed and she turned to face him fully, arms crossed with a frown.

“Is uh-is Harper here?” He asked glancing over her shoulder.

She scoffed “No Darren. She’s not here, but I’m guessing you knew that already. Leave my sister alone.”

“How is she?”

“Did you hear what I just said? It’s none of your business. If you wanted to know that I guess you should have spent the last 6 years treating her better.” Madison’s brows were pulled low over her eyes which were blazing with anger. She wanted to punch him right in the throat and run him over with the cart.

“You don’t know anything!” He snapped loudly at her, drawing the attention of the few people nearby.

But Madison wasn’t having it and stood her ground.

“You might have been able to bully my sister but don’t think for one second you’re going to bully me.” Madison was glaring at him “Stay away from Harper. If you ever really loved her you’ll let her move on. Or if you want to tempt fate show up to the house. I dare you.” Madison smiled a little and for the first time Darren’s confidence faltered. He knew better.

“Can you tell her-“

“Fuck off.” She turned away from him, heart beating loudly in her chest. Darren didn’t scare her, but her sister potentially having to suffer for it did.

She didn’t want to tell Harper and upset her but it would also upset her if she didn’t and Harper found out later. She was glad she had elected to take the grocery store errand and that Harper didn’t or it would be a very different conversation they’d be having

Madison checked out, not even sure she'd gotten everything, and made her way home, noting Seth’s car absent from his driveway, but that Harper’s car was parked in theirs.

She made her way very slowly inside, dreading the conversation she was going to be forced to have with her, and found her at the island in the kitchen.

Harper glanced up with a big smile but it faded a little when she saw her face “You didn’t hit another car in the parking lot, did you?” she teased.

Maddie shook her head and cleared her throat “I ran into Darren while I was at the store, i was just grabbing-“ she sighed, it didn’t really matter what she was grabbing “Nevermind, when he approached me, he acted like he just happened to be there at the same time, which was fine, until he started looking around, waiting, as if you were just going to walk up to us right there in the store, and when you didn’t he got really….” Maddie trailed off “Angry. He started asking where you were, how he could contact you. If I could give you a message-“

Harper’s face was unreadable, and Maddie wasn’t sure if she was mad or sad or even maybe a little bit scared. It had upset Maddie that she’d seen him and he made a huge scene like that, but it would upset her more if this upset Harper.

Sighing, Harper ran her hand through her hair, and sat down with her sister at the island shoulders slouched “He knows where I am,” she sighed, “He’s just too scared to come here.”

They shared a smile and Maddie said, “Dad.”

“Exactly. I can be safe here-” Maddie frowned hoping that Harper wasn’t alluding to what she thought she was “Hey,” she took her sister’s arm, “He never hurt me. Not in the way you think. And he didn’t hurt you, right?”

“I would have cut his hand right off if he had touched me.” Harper laughed and hugged Maddie to her.

”You still going out with your friends?”

Maddie nodded. She had lunch planned with friends mostly as a distraction and to give her some extra thinking time before she saw Seth later on. She would be prepared by then.

“Good, you go get ready, I’ll put the groceries away. Before you go, my new number is on the fridge, and if you need me and I’m not in here, I’ll be by the pool.”

Madison stood and squeezed her hand “I’m really glad you left him Harper. He never deserved you.”

She made her way through the house and up the steps to her room to ready herself for lunch with friends.

**********

Seth was sitting on his bed with his arms crossed staring at the opposite wall. His house was completely silent, which was unusual under normal circumstances but now with Svech living there it was even more. He’d watched Madison leave early, and then leave again and had been sitting in silence since then thinking about her.

He’d done a lot of reflection over the last few hours, having not slept barely at all, and he’d come to the conclusion that he and Madison just made sense. The writing had been on the wall for years and he’d been so wrapped up in hockey that he hadn't been playing close enough attention. If he had it wouldn’t have taken him 21 summers to realize that there’d always been something there just under the surface. It couldn’t be undone now, and it almost made him laugh at how dumb he was. Things he’d forgotten about were starting to come back to him. Most of their close friends knew that their friendship was strictly a friendship. But there had been some questions about them and their relationship over the years.

“So what’s with you and Madison Alexander?”

Seth looked up and frowned at Meghan, a girl he’d been kind of hanging out with for the last week or so. She was picking at a manicured fingernail and glanced up.

“What do you mean?”

She shrugged and crossed her arms “Well you guys seem close and she’s the most popular girl in school.” She said it with some bitterness. Madison was in fact the most popular girl in school and for good reason. She was gorgeous, friendly and approachable, and Seth could tell Meghan was jealous. Madison’s popularity wasn’t anything new to him though and he never really thought about her the way others did. But Meghan was obviously insecure and he could sort of understand why.

She was popular but not Madison popular and the one times they’d crossed paths Meghan had been standoffish. Maddie seemed to not notice, but Seth did and it was starting to make sense now.

“And that’s got what to do with anything?”

Meghan shrugged “Just wondering.”

“Mads is my oldest friend. We basically grew up together.”

“And you like her?”

Seth paused and turned to her “No….? Not like that anyways-“

“Then why’d you blow me off for her last night?”

He hadn’t.

Well sort of. He was supposed to hang out with Meghan the night before but he’d spent the afternoon with Maddie and Harper next door. So when they’d insisted he come with them to get food, he had cancelled plans with Meghan and went with Maddie and Harper instead, unbeknownst to them.

He liked Meghan but she could be a lot, and hanging out with Maddie and Harper was so easy.

“I just-“

“I think your hanging out with me and hooking up with her or the other one behind my back.”

“Woah woah hang on.” He held up a hand “First of all, I’m not hooking up with Madison and if I was I wouldn’t be hanging out with you, and second of all, Harper is 23 and used to babysit us. What is your problem? Maddie’s been nothing but nice since you met her.”

“I don’t want you hanging out with her.”

Seth’s mouth fell open “Are you kidding? Your telling me who I can and can’t hang out with? We’ve been talking for like a week.”

“Okay well let me make it really easy for you then. If you wanna continue to talk, and you wanna date me, you can’t be friends with her.” She crossed her arms “Pick one.”

Serbs mouth fell open and he scoffed “Okay. Her.”

The smile slipped from her face and her mouth opened “Wh-what did you say?”

“Her.”

Meghan started yelling and pointing and calling him names, which he wasn’t surprised about, and next thing he knew he was making his way through his backyard and into Madison’s.

She smiled and waved “Hey you okay?”

He sat down on the chair next to her “Fine why?”

She raised an eyebrow and he sighed “You know that girl? Meghan that I was hanging out with?”

“Mhm.” She curled a leg underneath her and pushed a strand of hair from her forehead.

“She-I blew her off to hang out with you guys last night-“

“Seth why would-“

“And she told me that if I wanna date her I can’t be friends with you anymore.”

Maddie looked alarmed and her lips parted “Wow. That escalated uh-fast. So what did you say?”

He gave her a long look “You’ve been a great friend so it sucks that we have to stop being friends this way -“ but he couldn’t even get the words out before he started laughing.

A smile broke out across her face “You douche.”

“I’m kidding. I told her that I didn’t think it was gonna work. I’m not going to give up my friends.”

“I get it but still. That’s not fair of her to ask in my opinion and for her to think we’re hooking up is crazy.”

He chuckled and leaned back arms crossed “Not really. She thought I was hooking up with Harper too.”

“WHAT.”

A splash from next door interrupted his thoughts and he pushed himself up into a kneeling position on his bed. From his room he could see clear into both the Alexander’s back yard, Maddie’s room and part of the kitchen. It had made for one hell of a vantage point for years of hide and seek.

But what surprised him even more was that the splash from the pool was not only Harper, but Svech as well. A bold move he thought to himself with a smile and a chuckle.

Oh he was so getting in on this.

**********

It was late afternoon when Maddie returned home, now noting that all the cars, except her dads cruiser, were accounted for in both driveways, and that Seth and Andrei were both out front.

Fuck.

She hadn’t talked to him all day, assuming he too was deep in thought about what had happened the night before or he was avoiding her. She’d also been a little worried that maybe he hadn’t been thinking about her at all. Maybe it was just another kiss with another girl and things would go back to normal. Either way, she wasn't about to reach out first. She didn’t even know what to say to him.

By the time she got out of the car Andrei had all but disappeared and Seth was making his way over looking at her apprehensively and smiled “Hi.”

She felt her knees get weak and sucked in a breath “Hi.”

She shut her car door and made her way to the front meeting him in the middle. He looked nervous, and she reached forward grabbing his hand and motioned towards her house with a smile “Come on.”

Harper wasn’t in the lower half of the house, and was presumably unpacking in her basement apartment. Seth followed her up the stairs and into her bedroom, which he’d been in before but that was before he’d kissed her in the backyard.

She shut the door behind her and turned to him, brushing past him and sitting on her bed. She patted the space next to her motioning for him to sit. He felt nervous and sweaty and he had no clue what was going on with him. He never got nervous to talk to girls but kissing her last night had rattled him.

Maddie was different. But thinking back he realized she’d always been different to him.

He cleared his throat “So about last night. Should we talk about it?” His arm brushed hers and sent goosebumps across it and despite the warm weather she gave a little shiver.

Maddie looked at her legs dangling off the bed and smiled “Probably..” she had her hands resting on her knees and tentatively he reached out to hold one, resting it there a second before he spoke.

“You know I really care about you right?”

She nodded, her thumb sweeping across the skin of his hand “Yes.”

“And I would never jeopardize our friendship if I didn’t think that maybe we were more than that?…Are we more than that?”

“I think we could be. If you want that is.” She smiled at him, hair spilling over her shoulder as she turned her head to the side. If she hadn’t been holding his hand he would have thought this was a dream. She’d smiled at him more times than he could count, but never like this. It made his stomach churn, and his heart start to pound.

“More than you know. So does that mean I can kiss you again?”

She smiled and nodded, meeting him halfway fingers still intertwined with his. He kissed her very slowly and sweetly, the hand that wasn’t holding hers came up to slide up her neck and rest on her cheek.

It did not last.

Years of feelings and sexual tension began to bubble over like water on a stove. She gave him a little tug and they moved over the bed, her underneath him as he slotted himself between her legs and a hand tangled in her hair. She lost track of what she was doing and let out a breath when he ground his pelvis into hers.

“Is your dad home?” He murmured against her mouth, breath coming out in gasps.

“No.” She pulled the back of his shirt up, tugging it over his head and tossing it down on the floor. She unbuttoned the tank top she was wearing as he sprung the zipper on her shorts and pulled them down her legs, leaning forward to kiss her again as she pulled at the waistband of his shorts. Her heart was beating so loud it was drowning out the hearing in her ears but not enough that they didn’t hear the front door slam from downstairs startling them apart.

“Girls! You home?” Her dad called. She heard his footsteps start to come up the steps and Seth jumped off of her, looking around in a panic. She jumped up nearly falling over as she yanked her shorts up and threw on his shirt, shoving him inside her closet just as her dad knocked on the door. She took a deep breath and opened it.

“Oh hey dad-what uhm. What’s up?” She was breathing heavy and leaned against the door.

He was frowning at her “Are you okay?”

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be okay?” She chuckled a little.

He looked past her into her room and then down at her clothes “Who’s shirt is that?”

“Oh it’s-mine, it’s mine. I found it in my closet.” She was a terrible liar and she could see her dad didn’t believe a word she said.

He nodded slowly eyebrows raised “Right. Is your sister home?”

“I think she’s in the basement.”

“Okay are you staying in for the rest of the day?”

She glanced at the closet “Mhm.”

“Great. I’m going to go talk to Harper and then get some sleep.”

“Okay sounds good. Get some rest big guy, you deserve it. Love you.” She called leaning out the doorway with a big smile.

He chuckled “Love you too Mads.”

She closed the door casually and locked it, letting out the breath she’d been holding and creeping across the floor to open the closet. Seth was crying with laughter inside the closet, hand over his mouth as he leaned on the wall and whispered “He definitely knew I was in here. He’s gonna kill me I-“

“He’s definitely going to kill you if he hears you in here now shh!” Madison shushed him with a giggle and made her way across the room to close her curtains, and flipped her tv on, leaving them in partial darkness. She pulled Seth’s shirt over her head and handed it to him, reaching for her own shirt on the end of the bed.

He sat on her bed and shrugged it back on “This looks better on you.” He watched her with admiration as she pulled the tank top back on over her shoulders and buttoned it, pushing her hair over her shoulder.

She smiled at him and turned the volume on the tv up enough that they could talk undetected and seated herself next to him, getting as close as she possibly could. Though this was the first time she’d ever laid next to him in bed in a romantic way, it felt so natural. Like they’d been doing this since forever, almost as if it was meant to be. He ran a hand up her arm to her shoulder, turning slightly so he could lean down to kiss her again, but she pulled away, instead running her lips over his jaw, tongue sliding across his neck.

She could feel him squirming around and smiled a little.

“Stop.” He pulled her mouth off his neck, holding her face in his hands.

“Stop what?”

“You know what. If you keep doing that I’m gonna start yelling. And then you know what’ll happen.”

“My dad finding you in my room half dressed? He’d probably shoot you.”

“Your dad loves me.” he ran a hand up the side of her neck.

“Not that much.” She sucked in a breath as he leaned down to kiss her again, hand brushing up under her shirt. As his fingers moved across her waist, goosebumps bloomed across her skin and she gave a shiver. She wanted to so bad, but her sisters room was directly under hers and her dad was just down the hall.

He pulled back to look at her, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek “You know we can’t do this right?” He said quietly with a small frown “Not with an audience. And I wanna do this right.”

She nodded and sighed “I know. Where though?” She added with a chuckle.

He laughed and ran his fingers through her hair “We’re in our 20s. It’s supposed to be easier to find places to hook up, not harder.”

She chuckled and sighed “I know. But I live with Elliot Stabler and the genius who’s spiraling in the basement and these walls are paper thin. How do you think Harper knows about all the bad shit we did growing up.”

He laughed and ran a finger across her collarbone “True. My house is out of the question too, between my parents and Svechy. Hey we-“

“Absolutely not.” She said putting a hand up.

“You don’t even-“

“The Tiguan is out of the question Seth.”

His mouth fell open and he deflated a little “Okay okay. Just a suggestion sheesh….but out of curiosity why not? Is there something wrong with my Tiguan?”

“That thing is one hopped curb short of being held together by duct tape. Too much movement and it’s falling apart.”

“You have a lot of confidence in my abilities.”

She rolled her eyes and gave the skin on his waist a squeeze “Guess that means you’ll have to really wow me.”

“Oh I’ll wow you.” He said leaning down to kiss her.

Hours later, she’d managed to sneak Seth out undetected and sent him back to his house with another quick kiss and a wave and she was now lying across her bed fighting the urge to kick and squeal because her dad was still asleep down the hall.

She felt her phone buzz and picked it up to see a message from Seth.

What are the odds you can sneak out later?

She smiled and glanced up through the curtains at his window Not so great. That’s the trouble living with a trained investigator.

Damn. Guess I’ll just have to visualize. So what’re you wearing?

Madison giggled and put a hand over her mouth eyes swiveling to the ceiling An oversized shirt and socks.

That’s it? Nothing else?

Like what?

Nothing underneath?

Maddie grinned evily Why would there be? I don’t wear underwear

Across the yard, in Seth’s room a phone slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. He let his head fall back and huffed.

She was killing him.

He’d kissed her on two occasions and she had him wrapped, but before he could have any more thoughts about Madison, or her underwear or anything, Svech burst through the door to his bedroom startling him.

“Do they not practice KNOCKING in Russia Jesus Christ.” He said grabbing the spot over his heart.

“What are you smiling about? And where you been all afternoon?” Andrei asked him sitting at the end of his bed.

“None of your business nosey. How goes the plan to get Harper to acknowledge your existence? Or are you still invisible?”

“Ha ha.” He said squinting at him “We’re not talking about me.”

Seth laughed and shrugged “I’m just having a good day is all.”

“And does that good day have a name? Madison maybe?”

Seth kicked at him “Never you mind about my good day. What’s the next step in your master scheme? You’ve tried stalking, complimenting-“

“I did not stalk her-“

“You.” Seth said sitting up pointing at him “Showed up at her job to go running when she didn’t want you there. I don’t know what they call that in Russia but here that’s stalking my guy.”

“And you.” Andre said pointing at him “Went with me so that makes you an accomplice. And I did it at the suggestion of your good day.”

“My good day never explicitly told you-“

“Aha! So she is your good day.” Andrei said slapping him on the shin and grinning.

Seth sputtered at him for a second before he broke out into a smile “Fuck off.”

“Joking, I’m joking. Is that what Harper meant by “Being good to my sister? Or whatever she said.”

“I think so. Maddie must have said something, I don’t know. Harper knows everything about everyone so maybe she just guessed. She’s smart.” He tapped his temple and Andrei rolled his eyes.

“So tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Don’t be an idiot okay?”

Seth was laughing and shrugged “It’s been nice. We gotta get you your own Alexander sister buddy.” He slapped him on the back and stood “Come on, can we go eat I’m starving. We can hatch a plan to make Harper fall in love with you before the summers over.”

Andrei watched as Seth stood and cleared his throat “So you think she might like me a little bit? Maybe?”

Seth grinned “ She will if I have anything to do with it.”

**************

Maddie made her way through the house looking for Harper. She couldn’t talk with her dad about it, and her friends had been too wrapped up with their stuff to pay Maddie and her summer dramas any mind. In fact it had been over a week since she’d even seen or spoken to them. While Harper gave great advice, she was also uniquely qualified to speak about her and Seth because she’d basically raised both of them. Harper wouldn’t steer her wrong.

But really Maddie just wanted to talk. As a teen, before Harper moved out, they’d spent many nights talking and giggling together until their dad finally had to enforce curfew because they were keeping him up at night.

But as Maddie opened the basement door to descend the steps, she heard Harper crying. She paused and stood at the top of the stairs for second before she backed up and shut the door quietly. She wouldn’t bother Harper with this. As she made her way through the kitchen she spotted Seth and Andrei making their way though the driveway to Seth’s car talking and laughing. Seth spotted her through the large kitchen window and smiled and waved at her, which she returned before she made to turn and ran smack into her dad.

“Jesus dad I-“

“You going out with them?” He nodded to the Jarvis’s driveway.

“Me? No im going to sketch a while. Why would I be going out with them?”

“Did you or did you not go golfing with them yesterday?”

She chuckled “How did-Yeah but what’s that have to do with anything?”

He crossed his arms and peered down at her “And which one was in your room when I came home?”

Maddie wanted to shrivel up and die right there on the hallway rug as she looked up at her dad. Though historically he wasn’t a yeller, she and Harper had never really tested his patience. Maddie had always been more trouble prone than her sister but having a boy into her bedroom closet was a new one. They’d always followed the house rules, and their dad was laid back for the most part.

But he didn’t seem angry. He stood staring at her eyebrows raised “Hmm?”

Maddie felt her face get red and cleared her throat, straightening up and looking her dad in the eye “Seth.”

Surprise registered across his face and his mouth opened “Really?”

She hoped that because her dad loved Seth and had watched him grow up that he wouldn’t be as upset about it if it had been Andrei, a guy who had just shown up a week ago. She cleared her throat, crossing her fingers behind her back and smiled hopefully at her dad “So how much trouble am I in?”

He shrugged “Why would you be in trouble?”

“Because I lied. I had a boy in my bedroom….i lied? Really nothing?”

He frowned but looked amused “Do you want to be in trouble?”

She shook her head “No.”

“Okay then. But don’t do it again.” He warned pointing a finger at her.

“Yessir.” She said with a salute and a stifled giggle as she moved past her dad and up the steps pulling out her phone to text Seth with a small smile.

M: My dad knows you were in my closet. He said he’s looking for you.

S: WHAT.

[k-renne]

The Last Supper

Summary: The elusive catch and difficult to wrangle. You and Raphael play the game of cat and mouse. But what happens when the cat catches its prey.

Warnings - Porn and plot, the bread and butter of fanfiction

He would be your downfall, your doom. You knew it from the first moment you met the rhyming devil, words expertly crafted to manipulate and enchant you. That first meeting haunted your dreams for many nights after, his rich voice echoing in your mind. And here you were walking right into the claws of the cat, or was it the fox? 

Your eyelids fluttered closed for a moment, remembering that fateful day. You remember your initial confusion when you encountered the man on your exploration of the Sword Coast. How did he know so much? By the gods his silly little rhymes did something to your heart. 

When he first transported you to his tantalizing House of Hope, you remember the way he stares you down. Like a predator. It takes all your restraint not to gasp when he shows his true self, he was positively delicious. You can’t take his deal this time, as tempting as it is. A deal with the devil would certainly not help your situation, despite how desperately you want to rid yourself of the ‘unwanted tenant’ as he so tastefully put it. 

You took a deep breath, and placed a skull in the drawn sigil on the floor. Eyes scanning the pattern, as you smoothed down the fabric of your skirt. It looked about right. “I cannot believe I am doing this,” You said aloud to yourself. 

The more you encountered Raphael, the more you wanted to know about him. You knew he wanted power, but was he a fool? He certainly seemed to enjoy toying with you. But two could play such a game. Being a bard was not all music and performance, there was persuasion and charm. A whisper in someone’s ear, drunken secrets spilled from other’s lips. Where was the fun without a bit of risk?

With the last piece placed on the circle, the portal flared to life. You readied yourself for the performance of a lifetime, your violin secured safely on your back and stepped through the fiery portal. 

The house was just like you remembered it, in all its grandeur and gaudy design. Raphael was truly dramatic. You waltzed through the hall, debtors paying you little mind. 

The dwarf Korrilla however, did recognize you. “Interesting seeing you here, after rejecting Raphael’s deal. And all by yourself, just what do you intend to do Tav?” She eyed you questioningly. 

Your eyes twinkle with mischief. “I am here on personal business, you see my companions don’t exactly approve of dealings with devils.” You crossed your arms. 

Korrilla laughed, “He is not home, but he will be very happy to see you, if not surprised. But, may I give some advice?” 

“If you wish,” You replied. 

Korrilla contemplated for a moment. “Do not cross him, he will kill you-or most likely worse. If you play your cards right you may be able to find a very favorable outcome. And you are very clever, I’m sure you will choose the correct course, Tav.” She pauses briefly. “Little mouse,” She teases. 

When the lies to the archivist easily slip off your tongue you can feel Korrilla watching you, she was very amused watching you work. She knew Raphael would be absolutely delighted to see his latest obsession falling right into his clawed grasp. 

With an invitation to the boudoir, you felt invigorated. Everything was going to plan. Although your plan was simply to gather information without being caught, there was a part of you that wanted him to catch you. A part that craved punishment, to see his passionate anger and drive him to madness. You felt almost giddy, the game you were playing would soon reach its climax. 

But you were not prepared for what you would meet in the boudoir, or more aptly who. Your steps slow as you take everything in, the room was luxurious, spacious, and you had half a mind to strip and soak in his steaming bath after weeks of scrubbing your skin raw in freezing rivers. However, as you made it past the tempting waters you realized you were not alone.

On top a large and extravagant bed a very scantily clad Raphael smirks at you, “A little lost mouse is running through the house. A thief in the night greedy, and here to take. Why are you here, little thief?”

Your eyes widened, you had only imagined what Raphael would look like with less clothes on, but you were not expecting this to happen so soon. You remember Korrrilla’s words. Something wasn’t quite right here. Your eyes narrow, “Raphael, as much as I enjoy you…showing off. Isn’t this a bit much?” 

The devil laughs at you, “Raphael! Ha, no. I am Haarlep. Raphael’s personal incubus, glamoured to look like him. And you must be Tav, you know he talks about you quite a bit. You should hear how much he moans-” 

“Ah!” You cut him off. “I do not need to know such things, yet. Even as much as I’d like to. Tell me Haarlep, would you be willing to give me information? I need to have the upper hand.” You tell him honestly, sensing you would not be able to lie to Haarlep. 

Haarlep grins, leaning forward on the bed. Suddenly he is beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist. “Oh little mouse, I think I have the perfect idea. A very delicious one.” His hand tightens around your waist and you shiver. “And I think you’d enjoy it, very much.” 

Your composure is beginning to crumble as your cheeks become flushed. You can already feel your core clenching, your need building. Despite careful planning, you could not even imagine this. There was no way to account for it, perhaps this time you would give into your temptation. “Just what did you have in mind?” You look up at the much taller cambion. 

“Well we fuck of course, in exchange I will tell you everything you desire. Don’t even try to say no, I know you want this Tav. You want a taste. But first you are wearing far too many clothes.” He eyes you. 

“I-oh gods,” You groan. He was right, you could not say no. But you needed to have one thing, one ounce of control in a situation where you were largely powerless. You begin undoing the buckles of your shoes, thinking for a moment. You look up at the incubus, determination set hard in your gaze. “I will be on top, and don’t even try otherwise.”

Laughter fills your ears, “Little mouse, you are so very naughty. I can see why Raphael likes you.” He leers over you as you remove your shoes. His hand reaches to grab your chin, taloned thumb lightly pressing against your lips, “We will have so much fun together.” 

The incubus watches you as the rest of your layers fall to the floor, eyeing your form hungrily. He circles you, tail brushing against your body. You shut your eyes tightly, fighting back a whimper. Control, you had to keep control. Deep down you knew you would lose in the end, and the thought of that was even more arousing. 

Haarlep grabs your face, more gently then you would’ve thought. But his kiss is searing, passionate, as his forked tongue greedily tastes your sweet mouth. He even smelled like Raphael, you can’t help but moan as you breathe in his devilish musk. 

You needed him so desperately, having hungered for him the moment you laid eyes on his true form. The incubus kissed you like your wildest fantasies. You would let him consume you. You could feel your cunt tingling, aching to be filled, to be touched. 

Strong hands caress and mold you to their touch, any self control melting away. His touch lights you aflame. Haarlep groans into your ear, his breath hot. 

In the material realm, Raphael bristles. Someone is using his incubus, someone who is very much not him. He could only think of very few who would be so bold. He narrows his eyes as he sips from his glass. He would have a few words for his pet, for disobeying his command. For you, for the fool who rejected and defied him, there would be hells to pay. “Excuse me,” He said to the mortal across the table. This business would have to wait. 

He feels the phantom of his hands against soft curves, it makes him terribly angry. It was chaos. This was not Raphael’s plan, he would not be easily bested. He would not be denied, you were his prey. His little mouse, not to be toyed with by his incubus. 

As he marches down to his nearest portal, he suddenly stops as he feels soft hands grasp his hardening cock. “You naughty, naughty thing.” He groans. 

Despite all his decorum, Raphael was quickly losing his composure. The touch, so slight and not nearly enough, would drive him to madness. Finding a darkened alley he ducked into it, leaning against a wall. Just once, he would allow himself to enjoy the phantom sensations. 

He felt shame at how easily he crumbled, you held so much power over him. You were the key to his glory, to his rule of the hells. He did not ever think he would be so smitten with a mere mortal, and a tease at that. Always careful evading his grasp. He felt a hot tongue slide up the underside of his cock, and he had to quickly cover his mouth to stifle the curse. 

Such a naughty little mouse. Why did you have to defy him so? You had to know how this would end, with the claw. Now lips were wrapping around his length, hot mouth sucking him in earnest. He could almost feel the back of your throat. This was more than just Haarlep seducing you, the way those soft hands touched him. You wanted this. He needed to believe that, the thought of it made him throb, his balls feeling tight. 

Patience, he would make you his soon enough. A delightful thing to sit on his lap while he becomes king, to amuse and to satisfy his desires. To kneel and to beg for him, to scream his name with filthy obscenities. Yes, he would break you down so sweetly and destroy you, remake you, and perfect you. 

Your chest heaved as you broke away from a breath stealing kiss, attempting and failing to push Haarlep away. “Y-you must-get on the bed, remember. Remember what you promised.”

Haarlep pouted at you, “Are you sure that is what you wish little mouse? I could have you on your hands and knees, and we could rut like savage beasts. I know you would enjoy it.” 

Oh gods, he would be the death of you. The both of them would. “I can’t-not this time.” You shook your head. 

“Alright, but do not come crying to me when Raphael collects his due. He will chase you to the ends of the realm.” Haarlep warns. He knew his master well, and while he was eager to be a part of your little game, he knew what it took to make him fall apart. Raphael would not take too kindly to being bested by what was to be his conquest, his ultimate victory. 

Slowly he made his way to the bed, laying and displaying his body to your hungry gaze. Haarlep was not used to being on the bottom. But he supposed this could be fun, he couldn’t wait to feel how Raphael reacted to Tav’s audacity. 

Raphael felt soft thighs straddle his, “No.” He all but growled. You would not dare. 

His balance wavered, his knees buckling as he felt your hot cunt slide over his cock. He needed-he needed more. Hells, he was acting like a common whore! The indignation. He fisted his hardness tightly, unable to resist pleasuring himself with his own hand. It had been ages since he had done this, touched himself like a desperate, perverted-fuck. You would be his undoing. 

“Tav,” He whispered your name into the night like a prayer. He could only imagine what your body looked like riding his cock, your perfect tits bouncing as you moaned. He felt the barest trace of your hot mouth against him, and he at last submitted to the feeling. Submitted to you. He felt his orgasm come on suddenly, his seed spilling onto his hand and his pants ruined. 

But you kept going, milking his cock. Another wave of pleasure hit him, if he didn’t get out of this alleyway he would soon become a writhing mess. And he hated mess, detested it. No, Raphael focused on his anger. He was so furious. Enraged that his pet had tasted you first, that you had dared to sneak into his house like a filthy rat, that you continued to defy him still. 

He all but runs to the portal, still with the feeling of your hot little body against his. He could still win, he could still find the path to triumph. He needed to know what to say to you when he caught you, but the words seemed to be failing him. His mind whirled with thoughts of revenge for your contemptuous acts. It was not over, little mouse. He would have you.

Notes: Maybe its my christian upbringing, maybe I have a thing for monsters. But after seriously enjoying some Raphael fan fiction I have been wanting more of it so I decided fuck it, we're writing fanfic again after a few years of hiatus totally unrelated to my previous fandom. (I do also love Gale and Astorian and the rest of the weirdos). I'm too lazy to change the looks of this blog so I probably won't, but you can also find me on AO3. Very brief editing because I have to cook dinner, so apologies in advance

[bitethedevil]

More Than Our Fathers (Raphael x Demigod!Reader): Chapter 4

Chapter: one, two, three, four, five

Read this on AO3

Summary: After your quick wedding, you and Raphael begins working on getting the Crown of Karsus. You receive a worrying vision of Raphael dying. Haarlep is very interested in you and tries their very best to sleep with you.

Word count: 4,093

(AN: The updates on this fic are going a bit slow because I'm working on finishing another fic, but here we are.)

WARNINGS: Slightly NSFW (just a tiny tiny bit)

Your eyes were closed as you let the hot Avernian sun dry your wet hair and skin. Raphael joined you on the balcony soon after. You opened one eye to look at him. His hair was also wet and slicked back from the bath, after you had both taken turns to wash off the blood from the ritual.

You were both quick to move away from the fact that you had literally just gotten married and shared a very intimate kiss that was completely out of character from the relationship the two of you had.

You closed your eyes again and leaned back comfortably in the chair as you enjoyed the feeling of the sun on your skin.

“You said that you have already met with those adventurers of yours,” you said lazily. “Tell me about them.”

“They are from various interesting backgrounds, though my interest lays with their leader, whom they seem to blindly follow,” Raphael said.

“And who are they?” you asked.

“A young woman by the name Tav,” Raphael explained. “There is not much to be learned about their past, beside that they are a capable fighter. She is not the brightest specimen from what I could gather from our first meeting, and she seems easily affected by the opinions of her fellow companions.”

“Mm,” you said. “Which means you will need to keep an eye out for who she gets close to and use that.”

“Indeed,” Raphael agreed.

You kept your eyes closed and held your hand out to him. You made a grabbing motion with it.

“I’ll take a look at that first meeting before I start looking into the future,” you said.

Raphael put his hand in yours. You saw how he had approached the adventurers and introduced himself. You saw that he had taken them to the House of Hope and offered them a solution to the tadpole in their head.

You recognized that he was giving them an offer that would seem tempting, though unreasonable, so that his later offer would seem even more attractive. The vision ended after Raphael sent them away.

“You’re not seriously telling me that you are still using the same Cormyrian rhyme for your deals?” you asked teasingly. “You need new material.”

“It was fitting, and I don’t believe I asked for your opinion on my business tactics,” Raphael said defensively.

You opened your eyes to look at him.

“Have you read the book ‘Devils Don’t Rhyme’ by any chance?” you asked with a teasing smile.

“I cannot say I have,” Raphael said with a sigh. “Why?”

“It’s a heroic fantasy story about a poet who challenges a devil to a poetry contest,” you said. “It’s about you, you know…”

“Is that so?”

“I thought the devil character seemed familiar,” you explained. “He is depicted as exceedingly arrogant and terrible at poetry. I knew for sure when I read the ‘down came the claw’ line.”

Raphael sneered at that.

“What was the name of the book again?” he asked.

“’Devils Don’t Rhyme’. It’s not a bad read, actually,” you said with a laugh.

“I will have to find a copy,” Raphael said carefully. “And the author, if what you say is true…”

You chuckled at his irritation.

“Anyway,” you said and got back to the matter at hand. “It was a smart move with your starting offer. Their situation is desperate enough that they will have to consider it…Should I take a look at some possible outcomes?”

Raphael nodded and squeezed your hand gently.

You closed your eyes again and focused on Raphael’s intentions and the threads of fate that ran from them. You saw a lot of things pass your mind’s eye, but one vision in particular made you yank your hand out of his.

You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Raphael…” you said quietly in a concerned voice.

His eyes narrowed and his nose wrinkled in irritation at you.

“Do not,” he said. “It was not amusing the first twenty times you tried to make me fall for that, and it is not amusing now.”

You shook your head and grabbed his hand again and held it.

“I’m serious,” you said and looked him in the eyes. “You…”

You trailed off and stared emptily at the floor for a moment. The vision had really shaken you.

“I…what?” he asked impatiently, as if he still did not believe you.

“Died,” you said quietly. “They killed you.”

Raphael looked at you and a smile tugged at his lips. Then he started laughing.

“That’s absurd,” he said.

When he saw that you still had the same serious expression on your face, his amusement faltered only slightly.

“Surely, you must have seen wrong or misinterpreted something,” Raphael said. “There is not a chance that a group of mortals would ever succeed in killing me. Least of all that lot.”

“I saw Mephistopheles devouring your mangled body, so don’t tell me what I saw!” you snapped.

That shut him up. You were still shaken by seeing the death of the only person you had ever been somewhat close to. You hated the fact that tears were threatening to fall down your cheeks. You took a deep breath. You loathed to show that kind of weakness in front of anyone, and especially Raphael.

“Are you crying?” Raphael asked in disbelief as he studied your face.

“Shut up and listen to me,” you said harshly. “You need to be careful, and you need to be smart about this. Do not tell them that you keep the hammer in your home, it is enough of a risk that they already know where you live.”

“Understood…” Raphael said carefully.

“Good,” you said.

Raphael saw how oddly emotional the whole thing had made you. He ran his thumb over the top of your hand and smirked at your reaction.

“I’m not dead yet, dear,” Raphael said in a teasing tone. “How tragic it would be to leave my new wife widowed so soon.”

“I hate your tone right now,” you warned.

“Come now,” he said. “We are aware of the possibility, so we can avoid the outcome. This is why I needed you. Cheer up.”

You shook your head and sighed. You finished your wine in one gulp and left him on the balcony. You needed to be alone.

He did not understand the toll of receiving the visions you did. Your powers were as much a curse as they were a blessing. The visions always felt real, and they were often experienced through the eyes of someone. You had felt his fear and heard his desperate pleading as his father laughed at him before devouring him.

You entered the boudoir to get some quiet and clear your head. When you entered, you saw Haarlep bathing in the restoration pool. They smiled at you, and you averted your gaze from their nakedness.

“Sorry,” you said. “I didn’t know you were in here. I thought you weren’t supposed to be in the boudoir.”

“’Unless called upon’, I believe he said,” Haarlep purred. “He was in need of some relief after the ritual…Thousands of years old and a little kiss can get him so excited. It’s almost adorable, isn’t it?”

You could hear Haarlep moving through the water. The next time they spoke, it sounded like they were right at the edge of the pool near you. You refused to look at them.

“Shy little thing, aren't you?” they purred. “I don’t mind if you look, you know. Raphael doesn’t either…”

You glanced down at them. They had their elbows on the edge as they looked up at you with a smile that was everything but innocent.

“Not shy,” you said and looked away again. “Just really uninterested in seeing Raphael’s…bits…”

“What a shame!” Haarlep said dramatically. “They’re quite impressive bits. He might not have much else going for him, but at least he’s well endowed.”

You looked at them with slight disgust. They looked you in the eyes when you glanced at them again and saw that your eyes were a bit red. They gave you an exaggerated pout when they saw your expression.

“Oh, you poor thing,” they cooed. “Did the brat make you cry? And on your wedding day…tsk tsk…”  

You couldn’t help the small chuckle at hearing them calling him a ‘brat’. Haarlep smiled when you did.

“I’m fine,” you said. “Just needed some peace and quiet.”

“I’m quite good at cheering people up, you know…” Haarlep said in a suggestive tone.

“I’m sure,” you said with a strained but polite smile. “I’m fine, really.”

You walked to the other end of the room where the bed was. There were some drapes that separated the room that you pulled to the side to give yourself some privacy from Haarlep. You laid down on the bed with your feet hanging off the side and closed your eyes for a moment.

Only a short moment after, you heard Haarlep step out of the pool. When you heard footsteps come closer, you opened your eyes.

“Haaaarlep…” you said in a polite but warning tone.

“Yeees?” he said in a feigned innocent tone.

You felt the bed dip. They laid down beside you in the same way you were with their legs hanging off the other side. You were laying in opposite directions across the bed. They turned to their side with an arm under their head as they looked at you with a wicked smile.

“You should leave…” you said.

Haarlep looked at you with a feigned look of concern.

“And leave you all alone to your thoughts when you are not feeling well?” they said and ran a clawed hand through your hair. “What kind of monster do you think I am?”

You batted their hand away firmly.

“I am not playing around, Haarlep,” you said firmly. “I’m not interested. Try anything, and I will not hesitate to hurt you. I could not care less if Raphael feels it as well.”

Haarlep’s smile widened, and they shivered in excitement. They leaned closer to you.

“Is that a promise?” they purred.

You sat up and raised a hand to cast a spell.

“Point taken…” they said and put a hand on your shoulder.  “There really is no need for all of that hostility. I only get carried away because it is so rare that Raphael brings home someone as exciting and pretty as you…”

They had crawled up behind you and were now gently massaging your shoulder. It felt nice, you had to admit.

“Watch it,” you warned, though it sounded half-hearted even to you.

“You’re sooo tense,” they said and moved both of their hands to massage your shoulders. “There…isn’t that much nicer than using all your energy on throwing threats at me?”

 You started melting into their hands despite yourself. A small moan escaped you as you felt your body start to relax into their touch. Haarlep gasped softly at the sound.

“What pretty little noises you make,” they breathed into your ear. “That’s it…Relax and let me take care of you…”

You had barely even noticed, but they had gotten so close to you that their legs were spread on either side of you and their head was suddenly on your shoulder. It was only when you felt their fully hard member press against your lower back that you snapped back into reality.

You flicked your hand and Haarlep disappeared behind you and dropped into the restoration pool. You heard the splash and shortly after the sound of Haarlep’s sputtering as they resurfaced.

“That wasn’t very nice of you!” Haarlep said from the other end of the room.

“You can leave now,” you said firmly and laid down on the bed again.

You spent the remainder of the day in the boudoir and Raphael seemed to understand that you needed the space.

The drapes had been put up, so you were also enjoying that it was actually dark when you wanted to sleep. You were close to drifting off to sleep, when you heard someone enter. You heard the ruffling of clothing and soon after you felt the bed dip beside you. You felt a hand gently being put on your arm.

“Are you asleep?” you heard Raphael’s voice ask.

You turned to your other side to face him. You felt around blindly in the dark with your hands until you felt horns. You worked downwards from there until you felt a forehead.

“What in the Nine Hells are you doing?”

By this point you were ninety percent sure that it was Raphael, and not Haarlep, but you decided to check anyway. You felt around his face.

“Feeling for wrinkles,” you mumbled.

He batted your hand away. It was Raphael.

“Insolent whelp,” he grumbled.

A self-satisfied smile washed over your face.

“I see you are in a much better mood than earlier…” he said. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior. It was merely my intention to calm you, and not to further distress you about the matter.”

You sighed softly.

“It’s fine,” you said. “You just don’t know what it’s like, is all.”

“I cannot say I do, but I will try to be handle it differently in the future,” he said, and he sounded genuine.

You knew that the genuineness came from him needing you, but you still appreciated that he at least was trying.

“Thank you,” you muttered.

“I hope that Haarlep was not too much of a bother earlier,” Raphael said. “I should have made them leave after their…visit.”

“After you fucked them, you mean?” you asked casually.

“You have such a way with words, dear.”

“They are very persistent,” you said.

“I’m aware.”

“They told you?” you asked.

“I felt it,” Raphael purred. “I also felt you trying to drown them afterwards. Don’t mind them and feel free to put them in their place if they become too much of a pestilence. It’s been an obsession of theirs for as long as I have known them.”

“What has?” you asked.

“Sleeping with someone like you,” he explained. “Incubi and succubi feed off corrupting and tempting souls, along with the pleasure of the soul they are corrupting, as you are aware. It is a common myth that sleeping with someone of the divine would achieve the highest peak of sexual bliss for someone like Haarlep, because it would be the biggest act of corruption. The fool actually believes it.”

“Huh…” you said. “It makes sense, I suppose. But it’s not true, right?”

“It has never been proven, no,” Raphael said. “It is a myth that incubi and succubi tell each other. A legend, nothing more. You’re welcome to test it, of course. If nothing else, I would enjoy seeing their reaction when nothing out of the ordinary happens.”

“I am not sleeping with Haarlep,” you said stubbornly. “No matter how curious I am to test that theory.”

“Do you truly intend to live in celibacy for centuries?” Raphael asked. “You will give in eventually. It is just a question of when your stubbornness will falter.”

“Never,” you mumbled stubbornly into your pillow. “I have two hands and an arsenal of spells to help sate any needs I need sated.”

“How wonderful to hear that your wizard’s education is being put to good use,” Raphael teased. “If it is because they and I share a body, then you have nothing to worry about. I have had many years to learn how to completely ignore those sensations.”

You turned on your side to face him. You couldn’t see him in the darkness except for his glowing orange eyes, but you knew he could see you.

“Mhm,” you said skeptically. “But would you ignore them? Haarlep told me about how that kiss we shared got you all hot and flustered earlier.”

“Is that a crime?” he purred, and you felt him run his clawed fingers over your cheek. You could practically hear that he was smirking. “For a man to find his new wife desirable? Had it not been for that blasted stubbornness of yours, we would both have spent the entire day in this bed.”

You batted his hand away gently.

“I’ll tell you the same thing I told Haarlep,” you said. “Watch it. Goodnight, husband.”

“Goodnight, dear.”

Days became weeks as the both of you followed the movements of the adventurers. You were present when Korrilla brought Raphael news, and you followed his interactions with them through using him as a conduit to see his past.

Raphael became obsessed with the adventurers and especially with the leader of the group. The obsession with the Crown of Karsus had at some point bled into the people that would one day bring it to him. He spoke of nothing else. It was worrying.

You had heard the stories of his father Mephistopheles. A powerful devil and the greatest wizard of the Hells. He was cunning and an efficient leader but was well-known for losing sight of the grander picture in favor of his obsession with magic, or whatever caught his interest at that particular moment.

You were worried that Raphael might have inherited this unfortunate trait from his father. It certainly seemed like it. He needed to stay focused on the Crown of Karsus, or it would slip out of his hands, and he needed to not let his emotions and arrogance run away with him.

His work at in the Shadow-Cursed Lands had been phenomenal. You could see what he was doing: he gave them a soft and fair deal for something they needed help with, so that he could appear more trustworthy for the more important deal he had in store. He was grooming them into trusting him by helping the leader’s vampire sweetheart with deciphering his scars.

What they did not know was that Raphael was gaining even more out of that deal. It did not take a genius or a seer to figure out that Tav would do anything to disrupt the ritual, which meant that Mephistopheles would be robbed of seven thousand souls. Seven thousand souls that would have been nice to have when his son starts his rebellion.

Now you were at the finish line. The adventurers had made their way to Baldur’s Gate, and you had barely seen Raphael for days because he was waiting for them at a brothel. You hoped that he would heed all of your advice. That he would prey on the Githyanki woman’s change of heart about her ruler Vlaakith and that he would convince them that the Orphic Hammer was the only way.

Most importantly, you hoped that he would not be reckless enough to tell them were he kept the Hammer or where he would keep their contract. It was an unnecessary risk, but you knew how he was: he liked to tempt people.

He loved the idea of control. Nothing satisfied him more than knowing he had done his job of manipulating someone so well that he himself could hand them a knife to kill him and they would still not stab him out of fear. He found just as much satisfaction in playing that game, as he did in gaining a signature on a contract.

When he finally arrived back to Avernus, he looked satisfied. He walked over to you and placed a kiss on your lips. You still had not quite gotten used to the kissing, but you indulged him.

“So?” you asked. “What happened?”

He went to pour a glass of wine for the both of you.

“They signed, of course,” he said calmly with a smile. “It seems the Gith will get to free her forgotten prince after all.”

A part of you were relieved but you knew that nothing was for certain just yet. Raphael might be bound by laws and rules, but the adventurers were not. A lot could happen between now and the defeat of the Elderbrain.

You held out your hand to him and made a grabbing motion. He placed a glass of wine in it while being careful not to touch you. He knew that you wanted to peek, and he was not letting you.

“Patience, dear,” he said and sat down beside you. “Let me appreciate being home after having been forced to stay in a brothel for days before you start your investigation of me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“No investigation necessary if you have simply heeded my warnings,” you said and made an even more insisting grabbing motion.

Raphael looked at your hand with disinterest and then at your eyes before sipping his wine.

“You are hiding something,” you stated. “What?”

He smirked slightly and shrugged.

You quickly reached out to grab him, but he moved out of your grasp. You climbed over the arm of the chair to reach him, but he simply teleported a few feet away from you in a flash of embers. He looked at you with that annoying smirk, calmly sipping his wine. You got up from your chair.

“You know you’re not the only one of us who can do that little trick,” you said and used a teleportation spell to move to where he was standing. The second you did, he appeared a few feet away from you once again.

“I’m well aware but your reflexes leave something to be desired,” he said and swirled the contents of this glass lazily. “You are awfully predictable, Sibyl.”

“Let. Me. Touch. You.”

“Did you miss your husband so much? You only had to say. We can take this to the bedroom if you want.”

You teleported near him again and once again he disappeared right before you could get your hands on him.

“You told them, didn’t you?” you said to him annoyed. “That’s the reason why you won’t show me, isn’t it? You told her where you keep her contract.”

The look in his eyes and the way he did not answer you immediately confirmed your suspicions.

“Are you serious?” you asked. “After I warned you of what would happen?”

“I know what I am doing, Sibyl,” he said. “Besides, if she is stupid enough to betray me, do you not think the House of Hope would be her first guess no matter what I told her?”

He did have a point, but you were angry regardless.

“It was still unnecessary,” you grumbled. “If they come here, you will let them take whatever they want. You are not getting in a fight with them.”

“And let them break their agreement without any punishment? No,” Raphael said. “If they dare go against what we have agreed on, then they deserve what is coming to them. However, I have reason to believe that they won’t go against their word.”

You took a deep irritated breath.

“Your obsession with them makes you blind, Raphael,” you said. “This little trust exercise is completely unnecessary, and we know, I have seen, that it’s a possibility that they might do exactly that and kill you while doing so. Why are you being so damn thick-headed?”

You sighed and sat back down.

“Give me your hand,” you said tiredly and held out yours. “Let’s see the damage you’ve done.”

“You are getting upset over nothing,” he said with a sneer and sat down beside you. “I have been alive twice as long as you. I have been doing this since before you were born and I have done it without your help. I will be fine.”

You didn’t answer. You just glared at him with your hand held out to him. He glared back before putting his hand in yours.

A vision flashed past your eyes. You saw the adventurers. They were gathered at the House of Hope exactly as you had expected. In front of them you saw Raphael, although it did not look like him in the least. He had become something else. It was a form you had never seen him wear before. He looked horrifying, twisted and entirely inhuman as he fought those beloved adventurers of his. He was losing.

“So?” he asked. “Did that enlighten you, dear?”

You kept a calm expression as you pulled your hand to yourself and put it back in your lap.

“Yes,” you said quietly. “It seems that everything is going to be fine. My mistake.”

You smiled at him and got up from your seat. His eyes narrowed at you in slight suspicion as you placed a kiss on his cheek before going to bed.

[thebawdybaldurian]

Halsin/Tav Week Day 6

We got a real nasty one here folks. These have been fun prompts to write and I’m thinking doing a SFW Halsummer week of prompts starting on the Summer Solstice. What would you like to see written about?

Rutting/Heat

Content and Warnings: discussion of birth control, breeding/pregnancy kink, scent kink, masturbation, rutting, predator/prey, cum/urine marking, oral sex, PIV sex, cream pies.

Tav awoke nestled against Halsin, his chest forming a comfortable pillow for her head. She nuzzled against him, kissing his sternum before trailing her lips over to one of his nipples. “Mmmm, I thought you wanted to get an early start?” He said sleepily, sliding his hands down her body after he awoke from her touch.

“This is entirely innocent,” she lied, tonguing and gently sucking on the stiffened nub. She kissed a trail down his stomach, disappearing under the blankets.

“Entirely…innocent,” he moaned as her mouth wrapped around his sleepy cock, quickly awakening it with a few soft sucks. “Clataedre,” he pulled back the coverlet, pushing her hair out of her face. “You could stay if you liked…another day…mmmm…another tenday…or forever.”

She laughed gently, her mouth humming against him as she continued to suck up and down his shaft. He knew she needed her life in the city, but wanted to extend the offer nonetheless, especially since it meant fewer good morning blow jobs. She continued her work until he was panting, begging for her cunt. She happily obliged, straddling him and slipping her chemise over her head. “You just can’t cum in me yet,” she sighed as she slowly mounted him, rocking her hips once she’d fully engulfed him. “I’m not quite sure my moon blood tincture will be fully effective for a few more days.”

“I’ll…uhhhhnnn…tell you when I am close,” he whimpered, already leaking pre-cum inside of her. They were both willing to risk the small chance of another pregnancy from penetrative sex, but Tav wasn’t looking to tempt fate anymore than that.

“I should….ahhh…get going soon,” Tav bounced on top of him, gripping his hands tightly. “And the little ones will be up soon.”

“Please,” Halsin begged for a little longer, ready to stay inside her all morning. “My love.”

“Once we…uhuhhhh…get the portals set up…I can still sneak in here to…do this…whenever I want,” she circled her hips slowly, making him groan in ecstasy.

“Every morning?” He moaned with a smile, squeezing her hands a little tighter.

“Unless you wake me up with your mouth,” she bit her lip, bouncing atop him again.

He’d built them a study bed in his new home in Reithwin, not a single creak emanating from the urgent thrusts of her hips. Only the sound of their breaths filled the bedroom and the quiet moans that escaped their throats. They could hear the babies in the other room babbling, awake but not yet crying for breakfast. Tav sunk down against him, still bucking her hips quickly, but quieting the cry that would soon escape her lips. “I can’t…uhnnnn…pull out easily like this,” he huffed, feeling the intense pressure growing in his balls.

“Do you want to get on top?” she moaned, pressing her clit hard against his pelvic bone.

“Sit on my face…I’ll take care of matters down here…less chance of timing it wrong that way.”

“Any excuse to taste my honey,” she grinned, circling her hips a few more times before slipping him out of her.

“Come here to me,” he happily beckoned, licking his lips hungrily as he began to stroke himself.

She planted herself atop his mouth, leaning against the headboard as his tongue snaked between her lips. “Fuck…I will never get tired of your mouth,” she moaned, letting him sample every inch of her.

He could taste that she was ovulating, wondering if by some small chance one of the few seeds floating in his pre-cum could take root inside her again. She indulged his hunger for breeding her, but he didn’t expect that she would want any more children since the twins were entirely unexpected and the result of one of her previous tinctures being missed. Still, he secretly longed for the swell of her belly to return and an entire grove full of children to raise. She quivered around his face as she came, quieting her cries in the crook of her elbow. He finished himself with an urgent groan, her sex still pressed atop his face, imagining the beauty of her formerly swollen tits and belly.

“Just in time,” she looked down at him with a heavy breath, hearing one of the twins beginning to whine. She carefully climbed off his face and off the bed, leaning back over him to suck up the cum spilled across his stomach. “Might as well not let it go to waste,” she grinned, licking the last off her lips. She was now the mother of his children, but she would always first and foremost, be his wife and passionate lover. Which only made him want her more…intensely more, he thought to himself as she slipped her chemise back on and padded out of the room to get the children up. He sunk back into his pillow for a moment, thumbing the remnants of her honey off his beard and sucking it off his finger. His obsession with her had only grown during the last 8 months of them raising their newborns. Even if he could simply slip through a portal to see her, the thought of living apart from her wrenched his heart.

He finally climbed out of bed and threw on a robe, heading into the kitchen to help with feeding duties. “Da!” Shantarion smiled when Halsin entered the room, always looking for his father when he wasn’t around.

“Open for Ma,” Tav held a spoon to his mouth, but he refused to be fed by anyone other than daddy. “Suit yourself,” she ate the contents and handed Halsin the spoon when he sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“He’s stubborn…just like you,” Halsin grinned, feeding his son a spoonful of mashed fruit and vegetables fresh from the garden.

“But I never refuse I good meal,” she winked at him.

“True,” Halsin nuzzled against her and gave Shan another spoonful of food.

“Dear Gods, Ava,” Tav sighed, as their daughter had more food on her face than in her belly. “If you would stop moving so much, I might get some in there.”

“She’s restless…also like you,” Halsin teased.

“And a pain in my ass like her silver-haired devil of a bfather,” Tav grumbled with a smile.

“You’re sure you won’t miss this?” Halsin smiled, taking over feeding duties for the both of them as Tav cleaned up Avaenua’s face.

“Sleeping in? No dirty diapers? Eating naked over the sink?” Tav laughed. “I can’t wait.”

She rinsed off the towel she’d dabbed Ava’s face with and then retreated back to the bedroom to get dressed so she could begin her journey back to the city. “What do you want for breakfast?” Halsin called, finishing up the jars of food when the kids were full.

“I had a few bites of the kids’ food,” she replied, eager to get on the road.

“Clataedre,” Halsin chastised her, knowing she wouldn’t eat again until she made camp for the night. He put some thick slabs of bacon in a pan and began frying them, setting out a few eggs as well, before taking the kids back into their room to change them.

Tav was just putting a few final things in her pack when he returned to the main room, looking like she was ready to leave. “You’re staying until you finish this,” Halsin cracked the eggs in the pan and seized her by the waist for a kiss. “Even if I have to tie you up to make you stay.”

“Oh?” She purred, biting his lips softly. “But I got plenty of protein this morning.”

“Not nearly enough,” he growled, pulling her back towards the dinning table and sitting her down.

She begrudgingly ate the bacon and eggs, sucking the sweet grease off her thumb when she finished. “Ughhh, now I am too full to move,” she groaned, rubbing her hand across her flat stomach. “That was your plan all along, wasn’t it?”

“Plenty of other ways to make your belly round,” he mewled in her ear, already hungering for her again. He nibbled and sucked on her earlobe, making her moan softly.

“You’re making this much harder,” she gripped a handful of his hair tightly, already on the verge of tears.

“I’m sorry, my heart” he nuzzled against her, his own tears stinging his eyes. “I don’t want you to go. We don’t want you to go.”

“I know,” she sighed, grabbing his hand and giving it a tight squeeze. “We did a test run for a few days and they were fine.”

“What if I’m not fine?” He squeezed her hand harder.

She turned in her chair to look at him, clutching his face in her hands. “We’ve been apart before and this time we have the Hither Thither staff. I’ll just be a portal away…and if something happens with them and they get dispelled, we’re only three days walk, a day and a half if you come in wild shape.”

He let out a long sigh, pulling her in for a tight embrace, letting a few tears slipped down his cheeks. “I love you…more than anything,” he sniffled, taking in a last lungful of her scent.

“I love you too,” she kissed the tears from his cheeks, lingering last on his lips for far too long. “I should say goodbye to the cubs before they fall back asleep,” her words caught in her throat as she wiped away a tear.

They were chewing on teething toys and rolling on the soft mat on the floor, kicking their legs in the air as she entered their nursery. “You two be extra good for daddy,” she sighed as she knelt beside them, kissing their heads and smoothing down their curls. Halsin waited at the door for her, his tears dry, but his face still mournful. He pulled her in for one last kiss before she picked up her pack. “I checked the portal in the cabinet while I was getting dressed,” she sunk against him, resting her chin on his chest. “Once I get home, I’ll open the second one and be in your arms, okay?”

“Alright,” he brushed his finger through her hair. “Be safe. You’re sure you don’t want anyone to come with you? I bet one of the tieflings would be willing. Or I could come with you.”

“I’ll be fine,” she smiled, stealing on last kiss. “You should be here to get the kids settled. I was adventuring alone for years before we met.”

Halsin watched her leave from the front door, knowing he would need to put the kids down for a nap soon. He tried to occupy his time with them, but they still slept so much that he was forced to find new projects to work on. He spent time with the orphans, introducing them to his new cubs and teaching them new games. He dug another plot of land for a winter garden and mended some fences for another resident of the commune. By the time he turned in for bed for the night he was exhausted. Despite his exertion, his trance was troubled, dreaming of Tav and his insatiable need for her.

He awoke stiff and lonely, rolling over to her side of the bed. He pressed his face into her pillow, groaning loudly into the scent of her hair. His hand brushed against something hidden under her pillow and he pulled out a pair of her panties that she’d left for him to discover. “Clataedre!” He growled, pressing them to his nose. They were fresh and from when she had started ovulating, making his cock dribble with need. He began rubbing his hips against the mattress, pressing his cock into it. He needed to rut, he needed to find her and fuck her until he came inside her, leave one last gift to tempt entrance into her womb. He fucked one of his hands urgently, licking all remnants of her honey off the fabric. He made plans in his head of who could watch the children for a few days while he stalked his prey. He spent into the sheets with a unsatisfied grunt, knowing he would not be satiated under he had spilled inside her.

He finished all the morning chores, getting the children fed and changed and onto the floor for some tummy time. He inquired with a few of the midwives and mothers about watching the twins for a few days, which they happily agreed to, pinching their cherub-like cheeks. He set off in the early afternoon in his wild shape, knowing she would have a day and a half head start on him. He kept his nose wide for evidence of her path, finding where she had stopped to relieve herself and rolling in the scent. He found the spot where she’d camped, spilling his seed across the tree she’d pissed against twice, once in the evening and once before she’d left that morning. He curled up in the spot where her bedroll had lain and slept for a few hours, before heading back out into the night to catch up with her.

He found her tent nestled just off the road as the sky was beginning to lighten, tempted to shred through her tent and rut her right there. He needed to wait, to give her tincture a little longer to work, knowing that he was here to erupt inside her. He pissed around her tent instead, marking her as his before retreating into the woods to watch her rise in secret. He heard her awaken an hour later with a quiet groan, but she didn’t immediately emerge from her tent. He heard the shuffling of fabric and then the quiet quickening of her breath. He realized she was touching herself and he could barely contain his excitement. He shifted into the form of a small honey bee, the buzzing of his wings much louder due to the vibration of his very being.

He slipped into the small gap of her tent flap, finding her on her back with several fingers writhing inside herself. He made a beeline for her cunt, wiggling his antennas to pick up the scent of her honey before darting away. She flinched slightly, stopping her movements for a moment to make sure it didn’t return to sting her. “Not for you, silly bee,” she huffed with a smile, closing her eyes and continuing her fuck herself with her fingers. He would taste it soon enough and settled on the wall of the tent to watch her finish. “Nnnnn…fuck…Halsin,” she rubbed hard against her clit, her toes gripping tightly into the bedroll as she came.

The moaning of his name nearly forced him out of his wild shape, using all his willpower to remain in it and not fall on top of her. She lingered a moment in her afterglow, teasing her fingers across her nipples while she caught her breath. She finally got up, leaving a small puddle of honey on her bedroll as she exited the tent to relieve herself and pack up to continue her journey. He flew down to the puddle immediately, sucking up the sweet nectar with his proboscis until he was almost sick from fullness. She nearly crushed him when she returned to roll up her bed, his sluggish wings flying him to safety as she complained about the enduring smell of piss around her.

He retreated back to the woods to shift back, his cock red and aching. He found her fresh puddle of urine and rolled in it once again, jerking himself off like a desperate, hungry animal. He knew that the last of her eggs had dropped and that she would be ripe for him tonight, when he would finally take her.

He rested for a bit and then continued on her path, getting ahead of her by flying above. He began leaving small, innocuous gifts for her to find, all part of his mating ritual. She first found a perfect, shiny apple, dangling right over the road like it had been placed there intentionally, because it had. She had eaten a meager breakfast and he wanted her to keep up her strength. She plucked it from the branch, expertly tied there with an invisible string and gave it a suspicious stiff before biting into its crispy, juicy skin.

Next, her path was blocked and guided to fresh spring and waterfall, where she could get a deep drink of water. She also decided to take a quick dip, having spent two days on the road without a wash. She stripped down naked, making him ache even more and slipped into the cold water with a loud cry. When she dunked under the water to wet her hair, he dove in after her, transforming himself into a fish. He zoomed around her, daring to slip past and leave a gentle suck around one of her stiff nipples, making her flinch again. “What the fuck was that?” She looked around for the culprit, seeing several small salmon nibbling on the bottom of the clear pool and an enormous trout that seemed to be eyeing her hungrily. “Halsin? Is that you?” She grinned, slipping her hand between her legs. “Is this what you want?” She challenged, taking a bold step towards it and sending it scattering. “I guess not,” she frowned, wading out of the pool and onto the bank.

She wrung out her hair, letting the sun warm and dry her, finding her fingers lingering around her clit again. His rut was also her heat cycle and she imagined Halsin’s mouth sucking her clit like that hungry fish. She leaned against a tree, rubbing herself and desperate for her husband. He stood in the middle of the pool, returned to his elven form, dripping wet and aching for her once again. If she turned around, he’d have no choice but to take her right there, otherwise he would have her tonight, as planned. She moaned and whimpered as she rubbed herself to climax, her hips swaying beautifully against her palm. “Ahhhh…Gods,” she cried quietly, digging her fingers into the bark as Halsin sunk into the water again and returned to his fish form.

She went to the water to wash off her hand, the sticky threads of her arousal swirling into the water. He eyed them closely, swimming towards them before one of the salmon sucked them up, believing them to be food. He raged towards the fish that had stolen his meal, shifting into the form of an otter and seizing the creature in his teeth. It was a much more substantial meal but not the one he had wanted. He gnawed on the fish as she got dressed and returned to the path, leaving him alone again to finish his lunch.

His final gift was a hillside of fragrant wild flowers, conjured along her path and the perfect spot for her to camp for the night. He saved one final wild shape to cast and waited patiently until she went to bed. He rarely took the form of a snake, finding the constantly rubbing on his belly to be too stimulating. He slithered into her tent silently, hearing only the quiet breaths of her trance sleep. He wound his way into her pack, finding her dirty panties and writhed around them in them for one last desperate movement before taking her. He snaked his way under her bedroll and chemise, the scaly feel of his belly on her skin making her stir slightly. He flicked his forked tongue hungrily, tasting the scent of her so near to him. He settled himself between her legs before he shifted back to his elven form, the sudden weight and tearing of her chemise waking her up instantly with a scream. “Corellon’s hairless balls!” Tav screamed, nearly punching him in the head in the dark. “I fucking knew it.”

“Hello, my heart,” he grinned widely, planting a gentle kiss on her delta. “Sorry to startle you.”

“Gods damn you,” she cried, clutching a handful of his hair. “What in the Hells are you doing here? Have you been following me all day?”

“I found you this morning…and buzzed in,” he grinned, taking a tentative lick of her honey.

“The bee? Really?” She sighed, spreading her legs a little wider for him.

“The apple, the spring, the fish, the flowers,” he licked after each word.

“So why not…uhhhh…reveal yourself then?” She moaned, gripping his hair tighter. “Or when I was rubbing one out by the waterfall?”

“You know I love the hunt and I wanted to wait as long as possible for your tincture to take effect. I won’t be able to stop myself from coming inside you.”

“Is that right?” She hissed, rocking her hips against his mouth.

“Yes,” he growled, crawling up her body slowly. “I need to fuck you…hard…like never before…root myself inside your womb. You are mine…my mate…forever.”

“Oh Gods,” she wrapped her legs tightly around him, desperate to be absolutely ravaged by him. “Please.”

He kissed her with as much passion as he could give without hurting her, spreading her cunt wide with his fingers to prepare her for the rutting of her life. He whispered softly to her in elven as he warmed her up; life giver, divine mother, honey queen, sacred mate, beloved above all others. He was gentle at first, easing his thick, throbbing cock inside her slowly. But soon enough, he had pressed her legs back to her ears, pinning her under him and mating her like never before. She whimpered and moaned like she was filling a theatre, sending the animals in the area running for the hills. She gripped him tightly, making sure he didn’t let up for second. Each thrust grew his knot to reach its fullest girth, throbbing and aching to be squeezed inside her. It slipped in as she gushed from climax, soaking her bedroll and torn chemise beneath her. He might have truly rooted inside her womb with another child if not for the deluge, as he’d filled her to the brim with his seed and tied tightly inside her with his knot.

They panted and stared into one another’s eyes, more in love with one another than ever before. “Gods, you always make me squirt in that position,” she giggled softly, shifting slightly underneath him as he helped move her legs to a more comfortable position.

“It might be the only thing keeping you from being swollen with my cubs again,” he sighed happily.

“Do you truly want more?” She asked quietly, threading strands of his hair through her fingers.

“I would never ask you to carry any more than you already have,” he replied honestly. “But if I found myself with an entire grove full of our children…I would not be displeased.”

“An entire grove!” She gasped.

“An forest of Silverboughs to heal the land,” he carefully rolled onto his back so she wouldn’t have to bear any of his weight while they were still tied together or lie in the wet puddle of her climax.

“Well, I don’t know about an entire forest,” she smiled, settling against him. “But if you manage to sneak another few past my tinctures…I’ll carry each of your little giants.”

“Thank you,” he kissed the top of her head, gently rubbing her back.

“You know, this is the first time you’ve knotted inside me in this direction,” she grinned up at him. “You usually do it from behind.”

“I much prefer it this way,” he began to massage one of her ears. “Though looking at your face, we might be stuck like this until dawn.”

“I won’t be able to walk,” she laughed, shifting her hips a little.

“I’ll gladly carry you the rest of the way home,” he closed his eyes, prepared to dream about the children that might never be, but would be eternally loved if they were.

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Strike!

Based on an ask from @lumoschild. I know this isn't quite the prompt you shared but I hope you like it regardless! Please leave your thoughts in the comments below!

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As soon as Steve woke up, he knew it was going to be a good day. The sunlight was streaming in through the shades of his window and Eddie was laying in his arms lightly snoring with drool dripping from one side of his open mouth. The image should’ve been disgusting, Eddie looked like a disgruntled furball and sounded like a trash compactor with morning breath that threatened to singe his nose hairs. But Steve had never felt so grounded, so sure that something was right. Steve was looking forward to a quiet day cuddling his boyfriend in bed and taking advantage of their first day off of work all week. Nothing could go wrong. 

As soon as he had that thought, he mentally kicked himself. He should know better than to tempt the universe by now. After everything that had happened over the years, one would assume that he would refrain from tempting fate. As such, the doorbell rang and shocked both him and Eddie. 

Eddie’s snores cut off immediately and he sat up in bed with a hoarse, “who the fuck is that?”

“I don’t know. Stay here, I’ll get rid of them. If it’s the kids, I might literally kill them.” Steve pulled the warm and comfortable covers off his legs and started searching for a pair of jeans. He could only find Eddie’s but he was just going to deal with it, whoever wanted to disturb him at 11 AM on a Saturday didn’t deserve to see him in jeans that weren’t torn to shreds. 

Eddie plopped back onto the pillow face first and groaned. “I’ll help. Come back quick.”

Steve chuckled slightly before the doorbell rang again. “Son of a bitch! I’m coming, Jesus Christ.”

He didn’t get a chance to pull on a shirt between the annoyance, feeling tired, and getting distracted by Eddie’s sleepy voice. It was probably some neighbor being nosy or some boy scouts trying to sell popcorn or something. Needless to say, he wasn’t expecting to see Hopper standing outside his door.

“Hey kid, morning! I’ve decided that you’re coming with us for bowling today. Let’s go,” Hopper said without waiting for a reply. 

“Wha- um no. Look, I’m flattered but I have plans today. Maybe next time,” Steve said apologetically. 

“Steve, you’re coming. I don’t care if I have to kidnap your ass, you’re coming bowling with us whether you like it or not.”

“Hop, what the hell? Why is kidnapping your answer for everything? That’s not normal, you might need to go to therapy or something. Maybe do that instead of bowling,” he shifted to 

close the door and escape this conversation but unfortunately, that brought Hopper’s attention to his clavicle.

“Wait a second, Harrington. Are those hickies?” He asked in a puzzled tone. 

“Woah hey, that’s quite an accusation! Even if they are, it’s none of your business,” Steve shifted more behind the door to hide his rapidly flushing chest. 

“Are they not? I didn’t know you were seeing someone, why didn’t you bring them to the family dinner on Wednesday?”

“Look, I’m uncomfortable with this conversation. Can we please not talk about this?” Steve begged him. Good god, if Hopper tried to give him the sex talk, he might actually die of embarrassment. 

“Why are you being secretive? I’m just trying to be involved in your life. Tell me who you’re seeing!”

Eddie chose that moment to climb down the stairs. He appeared behind Steve’s shoulder with a cheeky, “you called?” 

Steve thought Hopper might be having a stroke. His eyebrow spasmed as he took in Steve in Eddie’s jeans and Eddie in Steve’s polo. He jerked his eyes back to Steve and bellowed, “Eddie Munson?! You’re seeing Eddie Munson?!”

“Hey! You don’t give this much crap to El and she’s dating Mike Wheeler. Eddie’s a lot better than Mike Wheeler!” Steve defended. 

“Munson’s a drug dealer!” Hopper yelled in response. 

Eddie and Steve spoke at the same time. 

“Allegedly!”

“He’s retired!”

They both looked at each other for a moment. Those were two rather conflicting answers they gave there…

Hopper just sighed, deeply. “Look, the kids really want you to come with us to bowling. Munson can come too, I guess. Go get dressed and no funny business!”

Both boys looked at each other again and shrugged. Hey, it worked for them and it seemed that Hopper was taking this well. So, they both got dressed and brushed their teeth and hair in a hurry. When they got back downstairs, Hopper glared at the two of them. 

“Let’s go, we’re on a time limit. I was supposed to be back with you half an hour ago.”

“Well now Eddie is coming too so it’ll be a good surprise. They won’t even notice that you’re late.” Steve told him placatingly. 

“Oh, Eddie was a surprise alright,” He muttered and glared at him once again. Steve was right, he was better than Mike Wheeler but not by much. 

They met the others at the bowling alley to find them all ready to play with their bowling shoes on and all. Jonathan and Joyce were fiddling with a plate of wings, El was staring hard at her watch, and Will was glancing at Steve and Eddie in confusion. He nudged El who narrowed her eyes upon visage of them. 

“You are late. You were supposed to be here at 11:45 but it is 12:15,” she said matter-of-factly. 

“Don’t blame me, kid. This is all on Steve.”

“What?! No! I didn’t even know you guys had plans to go bowling today, you kidnapped me again! And Eddie too!” He defended himself.

Joyce smiled over at them when she heard his defensive rants. “Hello boys, are you ready to play?”

“Of course, Mrs. Byers. I brought my A-game and my good luck charm,” he boasted while looking at Steve. Steve blushed in response and he thought he heard Hopper gag at his words. 

“Bring it,” Jonathan challenged him. 

They had a great time bowling as a family. Eddie did indeed win to the surprise of everyone there. Hopper was boisterous in his claims of cheating and bowling integrity but everyone just laughed it off. Steve tried not to notice El wiping her nose after his turns or Eddie slipping her a few dollars when they were leaving the alley. 

After dinner that night, Hopper pulled Steve aside to let him know that he supported him dating Eddie and that he would support him in everything he did. He took news of Steve being bisexual surprisingly well and Steve felt lucky he had a dad like him that would accept him no matter what.

(He did pull Eddie aside later to tell him if he ever saw another hickey on his son, there would be hell to pay. But other than that, he took the news very well.)

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Killer Instinct - Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

CH14 🎶 Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects 🎶

T/W - smut

The bag of clean laundry draped over your shoulder was heavier than you expected, but you were determined to carry it all back to the dorm in one trip—despite Kirby’s earlier help in getting it there. As you made your way down the quiet corridor, a familiar voice broke the silence, followed by softer murmurs, as if someone were trying to hush the conversation.

When you rounded the corner, you caught sight of Jill and Charlie standing close together. At first, your heart sank, but then you noticed Jill’s tense posture and the sharpness in her voice. She was scolding him, not comforting him, and an unexpected wave of protectiveness surged through you, mingling with curiosity.

Charlie’s eyes flicked to you, and he straightened up quickly, offering a small wave and a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Jill turned around just as fast, her expression morphing from irritation to a tight, forced smile.

You gave a hesitant, awkward smile in return, watching them exchange a few whispered words before Jill hurried off, leaving only Charlie standing there.

He jogged over to you, his pace quick but casual. “Hey—need a hand with that?” His voice was steady, but you noticed the faint tension in his shoulders as he took the heavy bag from you.

“What was that about?” you asked, not quite managing to mask your curiosity behind a light laugh. You didn’t mean to brush off his offer, but the question had already started to burn inside you.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he said with a shrug, his eyes darting away as if to dismiss it. “I tutored her for a quiz, but she still bombed it.” He swallowed hard, clearly uncomfortable with the half-truth. He hated lying to you, but he didn’t want to worry you, not when there was so much else going on.

He shifted the conversation quickly, as if to put the awkward moment behind him. “So, just heading back tonight?” His question took you by surprise, but you nodded, trying to mask the sudden shift in mood.

“I was actually hoping you’d come location scouting with me in the woods,” he added, his voice light, almost playful.

“Really tempting fate with a serial killer on the loose, huh?” The words slipped out before you could stop them, teasing him in a way you hadn’t planned.

To your surprise, he leaned in slightly, his expression turning serious, but still warm. “Safer together, right?” he said, with a soft wink. “I’ll keep you by my side the whole time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, a little breathless. It was impossible not to smile when he looked at you like that, and for a moment, the weight of everything else seemed to fade away.

xxx 🎶 Love Is A … - PVRIS 🎶 xxx

The lookout was breathtaking. The town below twinkled with lights, and above, the stars glittered like diamonds scattered across velvet. You stood there, your eyes wide in awe, taking it all in. The beauty of it seemed to leave you breathless.

Charlie stood beside you, his gaze lingering on the view—but it wasn’t just the town he was watching. It was you, captivated by the scene before you, filled with a childlike wonder that made this moment feel different from all the others. He’d stood in this spot countless times before, but tonight, with you beside him, it felt like the first time. Like it was the only time that mattered.

A quiet swirl of thoughts stirred in his mind. He knew you would discover his secret soon—discover the truth about who he really was. And yet, somehow, he felt certain you understood. That you would approve. It was a strange, unspoken connection, but it was there, clear as day. Now that the weight of doubt had lifted from his chest, he felt more in tune with you than ever before. More certain of who he was, of what he’d become, and of what the two of you were—together.

“I could live up here,” you whispered, a small smile playing at your lips as your thoughts drifted to the future.

“You’d stay here in Woodsboro?” Charlie asked, his voice neutral—curious, but without judgment.

You shrugged, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “It doesn’t really matter. Home isn’t a place.” You paused, your gaze softening as you met his eyes. “I always hoped it would be a person.” A light blush warmed your cheeks, and Charlie, though the light was dim, noticed the pink tint spreading across your face. His chest tightened with a warmth that mirrored yours.

Leaning against the hood of his car, you felt him slip his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. Content, you rested your head on his shoulder, and the two of you sat in silence, admiring the view before you.

After a few moments, Charlie’s voice broke the quiet. “I wanna show you something.”

A short drive later, you found yourselves walking through the dark forest, hand in hand, flashlights illuminating the path. The darkness didn’t feel ominous with Charlie beside you—not when you suspected what he was capable of, and more importantly, the protection he offered.

Soon, you reached the clearing, the same one where you’d celebrated his birthday. The fairy lights you’d left behind now twinkled softly in the trees, casting a warm, inviting glow. A few lanterns surrounded a picnic blanket, covered in cozy throw rugs. Charlie dropped his backpack and pulled out a laptop and some earphones, setting them on the blanket.

“I figured we could have another movie night,” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief in the flickering light. Your heart melted at the thoughtfulness in his gaze. Without a word, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a soft, lingering kiss.

You nestled into the blankets, inhaling the comforting scent of him as Charlie set up the laptop. Terrifier, your favorite movie.

But you didn’t really pay attention to the film. Stars peeked out from the tall tree branches above where you laid, and you could only focus on the warmth filling your chest. You felt it in the way Charlie kept glancing at you with a soft smile, and in the way he looked at you as if you were the only thing that mattered.

As the movie played on, the pull between you grew stronger, impossible to ignore. Your hand found his face, and he leaned into your touch, his lips meeting yours eagerly. You kissed him slowly, savoring every second, trying not to rush. You wanted to get lost in him—in his scent, his warmth, his touch, the way he made everything feel like it could last forever.

He grazed your hip, gripping with a gentle squeeze that you took as a signal for more. Gladly, you pulled him atop of you, deepening the kiss as your tongues darted between each other's lips. He tasted faintly of the mint gum he had offered you earlier.

Charlie could barely take it anymore. He needed to feel your skin, and hear you moaning for him. His day was filled with nothing but a desire to have you give yourself to him, and he wanted to give you all of himself, too. He wanted to claim you - mark you as his, and only his - in the most intimate way possible.

Your small gasps for air as his lips trailed down your soft neck were more than enough for Charlie to begin playing with the waistband of your pants. You adjusted, positioning yourself so that his hand could freely explore your core. His fingers had barely grazed your clit when you moaned at the slightest friction.

Charlie inhaled deeply, relishing in the sound as he pressed two fingers at your entrance, sliding in easily as your slick coated his fingers. “So wet for me already?” You could hear the smugness in his voice and you nodded, breathing heavier as his fingers flexed inside of you, curling and grazing against your insides as you moaned.

You reached down, desperate to feel his thick cock in your hand again. His breathing hitched slightly as you began palming him through his jeans. “Found somethin’ you like, Princess?” His low, raspy voice and hot breath against your ear sent a chill down your spine. Combined with his fingers pumping rhythmically inside you, your eyes were rolling back in pleasure.

“M-more,” you begged, eagerly attempting to unbutton his jeans. Charlie felt a ravenous hunger as he watched you wither under his touch and chuckled.

His teeth nipped at your ear lobe, earning a brief giggle that sounded like music to him. He pulled back with a loving smile, and gently removed his fingers from your core before he pulled off his jeans. Eagerly, he tossed his shirt aside, welcoming the cool chill that hit his bare skin.

You blushed, unable to help your eyes wandering over his toned, pale body as his wavy hair fell forward. All you could focus on was how gorgeous he was, and how deeply you wanted to brush every inch of his skin with your lips.

He smiled devilishly under your gaze, despite the swirl of nervous energy inside him. Somehow, he was sure of himself around you in these moments. Almost like it was second nature, and this was the most natural thing in the world - being with you. He waited a moment and you began stripping off your own clothes. He helped, yanking down your shorts gently as you lost your shirt, revealing a lacy pink bra and matching panties that you’d specially worn just for him.

He took a moment, taking in the sight of your milky skin against the delicate fabric. For a split second, he felt a dark desire inside him as he pictured his knife slicing through the fabric and imagined what it would be like to ghost the blade over your perfect skin.

Your hand on his stomach snapped him out of his dark daydream and his gaze flickered down to yours. For a brief moment, you saw the darker kind of desire flash in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced as he grinned at you. “You’re fucking gorgeous.” He took in another deep breath, almost in disbelief as you giggled, blushing softly.

“You’re gorgeous, too.” you smirked, biting your lip, and Charlie’s stomach flipped. He’d never been called gorgeous before, let alone by someone who could have passed for a Goddess in his eyes.

“This all for me?” He leaned down, nipping lightly on your sensitive nipple that he found easily through the sheer fabric. You yelped slightly but tangled your hands in his hair, encouraging him as the air between you filled with needy gasps and moans.

Charlie’s cock throbbed with anticipation, and he reached down to stroke himself as his tongue swirled over your perky nipples.

“Please,” you begged quietly, desperate for more. Your plea was heard, and Charlie adjusted slightly, gently guiding your legs apart.

You felt excitement stir inside your stomach, but also nervousness. You swallowed, and Charlie noticed your slight shift in energy. He leaned down and planted a gentle, reassuring kiss on your forehead.

“Just say the word and I’ll stop,” he whispered, meeting your gaze with his soft blue eyes. You smiled.

Charlie’s heart hammered in his chest and his blood seemed to ignite as he pressed the head of himself against your slick core. The warmth alone could have sent him over the edge - and probably would have if he hadn’t prepared himself earlier.

His eyes flicked back to yours, as if to make sure you were still comfortable, and you blushed a soft shade of pink as you gave him a small smile.

With that, Charlie pressed further in with a shaky exhaled escaping his lips as he felt the felt your pussy swallow the head of his cock. You gasped slightly - the feeling of him stretching you wider was accompanied with a slight sting, but you didn’t mind.

Your hands rested on his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin slightly as he gently began to ease himself out, then back in again - each time getting a little deeper.

The noises you made were making Charlie anxious, until they finally relaxed into moans that told him you were enjoying yourself.

The tension in his body eased and he began to get a little faster with his thrusts, unable to help himself. He needed the friction, and you were silently cursing yourself for waiting this long to finally give in to your desires.

Your hands ran up his neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake on his skin. Charlie reached up to your face, gently caressing your cheek as he desperately brought your lips back to his. This moment was everything he had hoped for and more. It felt like an array of fireworks exploding in his chest as your tongues grazed each other gently.

His thumb brushed over your cheek gently, before his hand slid cautiously down to your neck. Electricity sparked through your blood as the heat rose back to your cheeks, and for a moment, you wondered if he would tighten his grip.

The temptation was there, but Charlie was so caught up in your beauty that he wanted nothing more than to kiss every inch of your skin. Gingerly, he pressed his pillowy lips to your neck. His tongue ghosted over your skin in between the open mouth kisses he trailed down to your collarbone. You moaned his name, instinctively bringing your legs to your chest to allow him even deeper.

The sound of his name on your tongue nearly made his head start spinning. His hips moved slower now, being sure to savour every stroke as your tight core massaged his cock.

His thumb brushed over your nipple and you gasped lightly as the action sent a shiver through you. Charlie couldn’t stop staring at you - your beautiful face as he pleasured you, the way your eyes fluttered close when he hit that sweet spot inside of you, your lips curving as silky moans escaped your mouth - everything about you was perfect.

“I-I’m close,” you whimpered, breathing heavier as his pace quickened. The tip of his cock was hitting just the right spot, enough to have the band within your stomach ready to snap at any moment.

“C’mon, baby, cum for me.” His husky voice commanded gently, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper as his cock pumped faster inside of you.

“F-fuck, Char-“ His name got caught in your throat - an animalistic moan ripping through your lungs and chest replacing it. Your pussy clenched helplessly around his cock and he groaned, feeling his own release explode through his body like he’d been struck by lightning.

His head hung low beside your face, slightly damp hair from sweat and the heat of your bodies brushing against your cheek gently as you both tried to catch your breath.

You clung to each other, bodies trembling as you laid there intertwined as one. You’d never experienced this kind of pull in your chest - like a magnet, you couldn’t bear to move. You had to stay like that forever, like your life depended on it.

Charlie felt it, too. His face was buried in your strawberry scented hair, a comfort like he’d never known before.

Slowly, he rolled off of you, but remained close, pulling you into him as he repositioned himself beside you. Your eyes met, and you noticed his cheeks were as flushed as yours - maybe even more so. For what feels like a long while, you’re both silent, just taking in the quiet sounds of nature surrounding you.

Eventually, you take a deep, shaky breath. “W-was that okay?” You asked cautiously, almost afraid of the answer. Charlie chuckled slightly.

“I know neither of us have experience to compare, but I’d say that would definitely make the final cut in a slasher.” He murmured, a cheeky half grin plastered on his face.

“Only for one of us to get brutally butchered in the next scene.” You giggled darkly, and Charlie chuckled. Silence enveloped you again for a moment, more comfortable this time, until you realised something he’d said.

“Wait. A-are you a virgin too?” You glanced up at him, confusion written on your face. He licked his lips, avoiding your gaze slightly.

“Well, not after that.” He muttered, a slight chuckle teasing his tone.

Your eyes widened slightly. “Charlie, why didn’t you tell me?” You asked, feeling a rush of tingling warmth spread through your chest.

“Because I wanted your first time to be special. I didn’t want you, I don’t know, worrying?” He shrugged a little, and your eyes softened.

“I hope it was special for you, too.” You murmured, nestling into his chest slightly as he pulled the fuzzy blankets around you both.

“It was perfect.” He whispered, kissing your temple softly. “You’re perfect.”