#I answered some asks I had sitting in my inbox for months now

[signedkoko]

Hii! Could I request a semi-romantic (idk what to call it lol basically like a lil soft/gentle romance) Alastor x reader? Reader is also an overlord but unlike Alastor, who's always smiling and looking for entertainment, they are very serious and rises in the ranks by threats and fear rather than making deals or contracts.

Alastor X Reader [Romantic]

In which the both of you are overlords, though you are far less cheerful and use darker means to accelerate your power. Reader is genderneutral.

Usually, Alastor hated the quiet, stoic types—those who thought they were too important for others

Well, he hated a lot of things, but he didn't let it show

The first time you met was at the overlord meeting after another extermination; you were one of the newer overlords

He could tell you were new because you didn't seem sure of where you were going, but you followed him and the strange egg attached to his hip the moment you realized who he was

Your face didn't move much, and your eyes seemed dull and unreadable

His first instinct was to judge, but he stopped himself

If you were an overlord, certainly you were of interest to him

During the meeting, he found your voice soothing; it stayed at a neutral tone, almost melodic with how smooth it carried, he listened carefully to how you conducted your speech carefully

Judging by Carmilla's words, you had overtaken two of the lesser overlords in your first year, and you had an unshakable grip on your territories

Impressive, but not unique

You weren't very talkative when he tried to strike up a conversation, but you never ignored him, always providing at least some kind of answer, even if it was repetitive

He was not someone you'd try against anyhow; no, he had a feeling some of your motives had been inspired by his own

Whenever someone tried to talk back to either of you, you delt with them and twisted their minds in ways that had them questioning themselves

You were just so interesting, and you were one of the first to not ask him for anything

Alastor is very traditional, so after months of being around one another, he found it appropriate to invite you out for tea, where he asked you to intertwine fates with his

The answer was probably the most emotional he'd ever seen you

" Certainly. "

How touching that you said more than yes or no!

But really, you are his pride and joy, someone he only introduces to those he really trusts or really loathes

If you ever show any outward emotion or ask something, he is always by your side

It's so rare, and every its time, it'says for a logical reason

Alastor might tease you to smile a tad more, even if he knows he's never seen you do it unless you've just gotten the upper hand in a fight

Both of you are fine just being in each other's company, you sit next to each other at any gathering or link arms; more often than not, it's Alastor initiating physical contact

A total power couple, though!

Author's Note - Thank you so much for requesting! I wasn't sure what you meant by gentle romance so I just kept it at the same level I usually work with. Despite this, I hope it is still what you are looking for!

P.S; this is my 100th post! It is also the last I have in my inbox, so my requests are now open.

[soaps-mohawk]

Plans For The Rest Of The Year

Since we are in November, it's time to touch on some things I've been thinking about over my month long break.

First things first, CRCB will continue but there's going to be some changes to the update schedule. I will not be doing weekly updates anymore. It's just not possible anymore. It was a stretch back when I was lucky enough to have the ability to do weekly updates, but now with work and the upcoming holiday season, it just won't be possible anymore for me to do weekly updates.

Instead, I'm going back to how things were in the beginning. Those of you who are OGs will remember that I kind of just updated whenever I had a chapter done and that's what the update schedule is going to look like going forward. It probably will remain that way for the rest of the duration of the story since come January I will be going back to school and also working on moving. This will also allow more time to answer comments and asks and not make me feel like I have to crunch to get things answered within a week along with writing the chapter. I'm very sorry to everyone who will be disappointed, but for my own sanity I have to just update whenever I can manage to get a chapter done.

That being said, there will be some other changes. During the break I worked on an old fic for a different fandom, and I honestly kind of miss writing for other fandoms. So that's also going to play into CRCB's update schedule. Sometimes I just want to (and need to) write other things, and I'm going to allow myself to do that. I also have some other COD fics (shorter fics) that I'd love to work on as well when the inspiration comes so it won't just be no content until the next part of CRCB. There will be other things posted as well. Those of you subscribed to my Patreon, you'll be getting a similar post but with some other things regarding content there soon.

That's the plan moving forward at least for now. The end of this year and next year are going to be very busy for me with a lot of changes, so I have to adapt this hobby to fit into my real life schedule. Since that's what this all is. A hobby. It's not my job (even though I wish it could be) so it has to be sacrificed a bit in favor of things going on in my real life. I'll still be writing and posting and updating stories, it just won't be nearly to the extent that I was before October.

There probably won't be a CRCB chapter this weekend since I don't have one ready yet, but potentially at some point next week. I'll probably make a post here the day before the chapter will be posted, and I for sure will post on my taglist blog the same time that the chapter drops here so make sure you're following there and have notifications on if you want to be notified of when the new chapters are coming out.

I think that's all I have for now regarding this blog and CRCB and what's going to happen going forward. Again, I'm very sorry for everyone who I'm going to inevitably disappoint with this news, but things just have to be this way.

I hope you all have a good day and I will see you probably later when I answer some of the asks sitting in my inbox.

[daisynik7]

Neighbor Nanami headcanon where he uses his new neighbors mini garden on their balcony as a conversation starter. Man had a crush for his pretty neighbor since she moved in months ago, but his tongue is always tied but one day he notices she is growing cherry tomatoes among all the flowers and herbs and his mouth is faster then his brain

Author's Note: This has been sitting in my inbox for months now, I'm so sorry it took so long for me to reply! I hope you enjoy this little drabble. :) Heart divider credit to @/cafekitsune!

You sip your coffee on the balcony, relaxing into the patio chair, basking in the morning sunshine. It’s been almost two months now since you moved into this new apartment and it finally feels like home. The first week you arrived, your parents helped you plant a miniature herb garden and you’ve somehow managed to keep it alive since. It’s now sprawling with fresh basil, parsley, and cilantro, all of which you use often to elevate certain recipes. You glance at the pot beside it, inspecting the cherry tomato plant you received as a house-warming gift from a friend. So far, no fruit yet, only leaves, though you’re hopeful you’ll see progress soon. 

Right on cue, you hear the distinct swoosh of a sliding door opening, then see your neighbor step out onto his balcony. You smile at him, waving. “Good morning, Nanami.” 

He turns to face you, giving you a polite nod, a steaming mug of hot tea in his hand. “Good morning.”

Your conversations usually don’t last very long. Sometimes it ends just like this, with the both of you silently enjoying the quiet morning together until either of you decide it’s time to get ready for work. He’s a quiet man, maybe even a little shy at times. Though you find comfort in his presence.

You watch him from the corner of your eye as he takes a sip of his tea, staring out into the horizon. Golden streaks of sunlight shine on him, casting a beautiful glow on his figure. He’s handsome, that’s for sure. You’ve always thought that ever since you met him. 

Feeling chatty today, you stand up, walking to your garden, grazing the delicate basil leaves between your fingers. “Do you cook?”

He’s surprised at your question, hesitating slightly before he answers, “Yes, I do.”

“My garden is overflowing now. Would you like some fresh herbs?”

He walks to the end of the balcony closest to you. “Are you sure?”

You grin at him. “Of course! I don’t know what else to do with all the excess. I’m running out of recipe ideas.”

His mouth opens, but then closes, remaining silent. You’re curious what he wants to say, though you don’t ask, plucking the stems off gently. “I’ll put these in a bag for you.” 

When you return, you notice him staring at the cherry tomato plant, studying it carefully. You hand the herbs to him, hoping he’d ask you about it. Instead, all he says is a quiet, “Thank you,” before bidding you farewell, going inside. 

You sigh, sinking back into your patio chair, wondering what you’re doing wrong. 

When the tomatoes sprout, you can’t contain your excitement, spending the morning marveling at the round green bulbs decorating the vines. Nanami is out with you, remaining silent, though you catch him glancing in your direction a few times. You want so badly to converse with him, but you’re unsure how. He hasn’t mentioned anything about the herbs since you gave it to him over a week ago. Did he use them yet? What did he cook with it?

Finally, on the day your little tomato babies are bright red, Nanami speaks to you. “Cherry tomatoes,” he says, looking at your plant. 

You beam at him. “Aren’t they beautiful?” 

He gazes at you, smiling. “Yes. Beautiful.”

Butterflies flap around in your stomach and suddenly, you’re speechless, unable to think of anything else to say. But you don’t need to, because this time, Nanami does the talking. “I’ve used up all of the herbs you gave me. Thank you again.”

“I’m so glad you found a use for them,” you reply, finding your voice, standing as close to his balcony as possible. “I’m not sure yet what I’ll use these tomatoes for.”

He does the same, and it feels like there’s barely any distance separating you now. “I know a great pasta recipe I can show you. If you’d like.” There’s a hint of blush in his cheeks. Maybe this is what he’s wanted to tell you all along.

You smile wider at him, happy with this progress. “I’d love that.”

[thewritingrowlet]

The Outing Trip pt. 3, ft. tripleS Xinyu, Dahyun, Nakyoung

tags: deepthroat, creampie, squirting, first time anal, anal creampie, cheating (again), FFM, girl-on-girl (just a bit)

word count: ~9k

author's note: this took a bit longer than I had anticipated, but I hope it's satisfactory nonetheless. I plan to write another tripleS fic based on one of the ideas in my inbox, please look forward to it.

-

You’re ready to send Xinyu back to her room after giving her a shower and making sure that she’s presentable should anyone see her on the way back. “I’m glad I didn’t mark you; it’d be awkward if someone saw you running around with hickeys on your neck”, you comment as you comb her hair. “I mean, I have concealers”, she says, “but I get your point”.

You go in for a quick good night kiss before she leaves. “Can I ask what you’re doing with the video?”, you question her. Xinyu shows you a cheeky smile, “you’ll see soon enough—I promise I won’t leak it, oppa”. You make her do a pinky promise before sending her away, “I love you, baby—we’ll be going over their essays tomorrow morning, okay? Good night”. Xinyu waves at you as she’s leaving the room, “love you more, oppa. Good night”.

-

You woke up at 4 am, way before your alarm had the chance to buzz. You feel refreshed even though you didn’t sleep as much as you usually do, and you have Xinyu to thank for that; “sex is the best thing to do before sleep, oppa”, she said some time ago. You decide to spend the time by exercising, maybe do a shootaround if you’re lucky. As you enter the resort’s gym, you see a basketball sitting on a rack by its lonesome, and you’re tempted to skip warmup and mess around with it, but you don’t want to risk getting a cramp. You decide to take the ball with you to make sure no one steals it from you.

You start the treadmill at the lowest speed and walk on it for 5 minutes before increasing the speed and repeating it until you reach your walking speed limit to make sure that your body is fully awake before you do anything else. You then get off the treadmill and lift some weights, adding the weight after each two eight-count reps until you reach 80 kg.

“Surely that’s enough warmup; time to have fun now. What do you guys think?”, you ask the empty gym and get no answer, “great minds think alike, hey?”. You feel excited to be able to play basketball after not having played for months; “I hope I don’t miss too much; that’d be embarrassing—not that there’s anyone watching”, you utter. “I’m watching”, a girl says behind you, and you almost pass out from the shock. “What the fuck are you doing, Dahyun-ah?”, you ask her. “I always wake up around this time, oppa—what are you doing?”, she points at you. “Just trying to move my body a bit; we’ve been sitting a lot, haven’t we?”, you shrug, “how did you know I’m here, though?”. “I was on my phone when I heard your door open and close again, so I decided to check and sneakily followed you here”, she says, “please, start doing whatever you came here for”.

You stand on the free throw line and take your first shot, making it go through cleanly with the help of muscle memory. “Whoo!”, Dahyun cheers you, “more, oppa!”. You’d be lying if you said that her cheers don’t excite you, as you’re smiling like a kid after making each shot from the same spot. After consistently making a handful of shots from the line, you move to the top of the key and attempt the first long range shot of the day. Time seemingly slows down as the ball leaves your hand and makes its way to the rim, your eyes locked on to it the whole time. The satisfying sound the nylon nets makes when the ball goes through the rim makes you feel like you’re about to bust, and you’re met with Dahyun’s loud cheer. “My God, you’re such a do-it-all, aren’t you?”, she says.

You pick up the ball and looks at Dahyun with a smile. You see that she has ditched her jacket and undone the first few buttons of her pajama top; her cleavage exposed for you to see. You pretend to not see it, but Dahyun bends backwards just enough to make you drool; “I thought you’ve promised to not do this again ever? Do not betray Xinyu, boy”, the angel on your shoulder warns you. You try your hardest to shake off the thoughts and focus on playing basketball again.

-

“Oppa, you’re so fucking hot”, Dahyun says as you walk up to her, your T-shirt drenched in sweat. “I smell, though”, you sniff your armpits, “oh, God, that is foul”. Dahyun gets on her tippy toes right in your face, getting dangerously close to you, “I haven’t had your cock in my pussy, oppa; when will you give it to me? Do I not deserve it, oppa?”. You take a deep breath and think about your options. That is, until you hear a familiar voice in your head; “go on, son; give her what she wants”, the devil says, “you don’t want to waste this opportunity, do you?”. You take a few seconds of silence and wait for the angel to make a counter argument, but you hear none—he’s probably busy trying to find the biggest hammer to smack you in the back of the head with; “okay, fine; you want it? Come get it”, you say to Dahyun.

You take off your soaked T-shirt before sitting down on the bench next to Dahyun. She then moves to straddle your lap and comes in for a kiss. “We need to talk as soon as we leave this place, sweetie”, you say to her. “Mmh, sure”, Dahyun says as she moves to kneel between your legs, “give it to me, oppa—please, I can’t wait any more”. You take off your shorts along with your boxers, and your cock jumps out and smacks Dahyun in the face. You mutter a soft “sorry” to her, but she dismisses it, “getting hit in the face with a cock is my favorite pastime”.

Dahyun parts her lips and wrap them around your cock, making you let out a low moan at the first contact. You pet her head softly as she’s busy taking your cock deep, “good job, sweetie; keep going, okay?”. Dahyun, hearing your approval, goes straight down and stuffs her throat with your cock without gagging; an incredible feat, all things considered. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, sweetie?”, you say to her between moans. Feeling suffocated, however, Dahyun removes your cock from her throat with a sharp gasp and falls backwards onto her butt. “Holy fuck, oppa”, she says, her chin painted with spit, “I can’t; I’m sorry”. You pull her into your lap and peck her cheek, “it’s okay, sweetie; you tried your best. Let’s catch our breaths for now, okay?”. Dahyun nods and tucks her head under your chin as she tries to compose herself.

“Oppa, can I put it in?”, she asks you after getting herself together. Your heart rate instantly spikes thanks to her question, and you’re not entirely sure if you’ll let her do it. Dahyun, seeing you be unresponsive, asks again, “please, oppa; I’ll make it worthwhile for you”. You look at her right in the eyes and see her genuine desperation, so you agree to her request for sex. “We need to be quick, though, sweetie”, you say to her.

Dahyun lifts her butt off your lap just enough so that she can put your cock in her pussy. She lets out a long moan as she slowly sits down on your cock. “S-so big—ah-ah, fuck”, she says when your shaft is fully inside her. “Come on, sweetie; let’s do this”, you whisper to her ear, and she replies to you with a nod. You hold Dahyun by the waist and thrust up roughly, making her yelp loudly in surprise. “Oppa—ngh, fuck—yes-yes, I love it”, she chants softly into your ears. Dahyun’s ability to control her volume during sex is admirable—Xinyu would just scream as loud as she could if given even the slightest chance.

You keep bouncing Dahyun on your cock until Dahyun calls for a timeout. “Oppa, please—angh-ah—stop for a moment”, she says. “You okay?”, you ask while panting, exhaustion finally catching on. Dahyun pants a few times before answering, “I-I’m so close, oppa”. You’re confused; if she’s so close, why would she want to take a break? Wouldn’t it be better to keep going until she reaches her orgasm? “I want to make sure if you’re close too; I-I want to cum with you”, she says. “Aha, that’s why”, you think to yourself, “if you can keep gripping me like this, I’ll cum soon”.

You stand up from the bench and hook her legs with your arms. “You ready? We’ll cum together, sweetie”, you say to Dahyun. She gives you a nod, thus you start smashing your cock into her pussy roughly to get yourself and Dahyun to the finish line before people start waking up. The rough fucking, combined with the unfavorable position, makes Dahyun scream loudly—you silently wish you had another hand to cover her mouth and stifle her screams with.

“I’M CUMMING!”, Dahyun shrieks before biting her lips to mute the sound. Dahyun’s body starts shaking violently as orgasm takes her to the sky, removing your cock from her pussy in the process. You hear the slosh of her juice hit the wooden floor underneath you. “Do you always squirt, sweetie?”, you ask her. “Ngh, fuck—o-only when I’m with you”, she answers, “I-I don’t squirt when I touch myself”. You free her from your arms and have her stand up next to you so that she doesn’t step in the puddle.

You move her hair that is covering half her face before giving her a peck in the forehead; “I’m glad I can please you”, you say to her. Dahyun smiles in gratitude before coming in for a fleeting kiss. “What about you, oppa? You didn’t cum”, she asks, seemingly concerned about your pleasure. “Don’t worry about me, sweetie; I’ll figure something out. I’ll see you after your team building, okay?”, you say to her. Dahyun tidies her clothes and leaves you alone in the empty gym. You wipe Dahyun’s little puddle with the dry part of your T-shirt; “people should think this is sweat”, you say to yourself.

You text Xinyu as you’re leaving the gym, telling her that you want to have a little bit of morning sexbefore essay review. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be there”, she replies.Xinyu is standing in front of your room when you arrive. Seeing that you’re shirtless, Xinyu bites her bottom lip sensually. “God, you’re so hot, oppa”, she comments as you drag her into your room.

Guilt starts creeping up on you as you watch Xinyu take off her clothes, “I can’t believe I called Xinyu to finish Dahyun’s job—fuck”. You’re lost in the sea of thoughts until Xinyu throws you a lifebuoy, “oppa, are you okay? Thinking about something?”. “I’m sorry, love”, you deflect, “something came to mind—it’s okay, though; it’s not important”. You pull Xinyu into your lap before expressing your love, and you’re trying your hardest to maintain your boner despite the surge of guilt and uncertainty.

“Oppa, you don’t seem to be in the correct state of mind for this”, Xinyu says, “talk to me, please”. You decide to tell her about your relationship with Dahyun without revealing too much detail; “Dahyun-ie has been chasing me around, Xinyu-yah. She’s said multiple times that she likes me, a-and I don’t know how to act”. You close your eyes and brace yourself for a hard slap from Xinyu, but it never lands. “Is that why you cried in front of Professor Kim, oppa? Because you didn’t know how you could please us both at the same time?”, she asks, her tone soft as silk. You answer her question with a nod, “I wasn’t sure if I could talk to you about it, so I kept it to myself. That is, until Dahyun pressed on and proposed to be my side chick, and I didn’t know what to do”. Xinyu holds your head with both hands and kisses you, “we’ll talk about this again soon, okay? Do you still want to have sex?”. You let Xinyu go from your embrace wordlessly, and she starts putting on her clothes again. “There’s nothing to worry about, oppa; I still love you and will continue to love you”, she says.

Xinyu pulls you into bed and lies down on your body, “let’s cuddle until breakfast time, oppa”. She is really doing her best to comfort you and remind you how much she loves you, and despite knowing that she means well, it makes you feel more and more guilty for giving Dahyun even the smallest chance to be with you—cock-in-pussy sex isn’t small, though; let’s be for real for a second. “Oppa, say something, please”, she says while poking your stomach playfully. “I love you, baby”, you say to her, “I love you so much”. Xinyu looks at you and shows you her cute smile, which you adore so much, “I love you too, oppa”.

-

After having breakfast with everyone at the resort’s restaurant, you head back to your room with Xinyu and invite Nakyoung and the ministers over for essay review. “Welcome, guys”, Xinyu greets them as they enter the room. Aecha immediately hugs Xinyu and starts sobbing, “my brother’s platelet level is dropping, Xinyu-yah, and-and I-I want to go home—let me go home, please”. Xinyu looks at you over her shoulder and you nod to her in approval. “Of course, Aecha-yah. We’ll find you a bus after this, okay?”, Xinyu says.

Everyone sits in a circle on the floor to review project ideas the recruits have come up with yesterday. Aecha says that she has chosen her top 2 and hands them to Nakyoung—Aecha has always been the diligent one, and the fact that Jaehwan is sick motivated her to work faster so that she can leave sooner. Xinyu whispers to you and asks for permission to take Aecha for a walk. “Go on, baby; try and make Aecha feel better, okay?”, you give Xinyu your approval.

After Xinyu and Aecha leave, you and the others start going over the essays on your laptops and tablets, breaking them down one by one and determining if it can be implemented in the future. You hear Nakyoung laugh as she reads an essay. “This one is similar to the project that made Xinyu cry back then”, Nakyoung tells you, “surely you won’t approve, right, oppa?”. “Let’s put that to the side for now; I need to hear Xinyu’s opinion before we can decide if want to throw that into the bin”, you say to her.

-

Xinyu ended up not returning to the meeting, knocking on your door about an hour after the review had finished. “Hi, oppa”, she says in a low-spirited voice, “Aecha is on the bus heading to the city”. “No wonder you two didn’t return—thanks for taking care of her, baby”, you say to her. Xinyu drags you to the bed and sits on your lap, “Aecha was quite adamant about going home, so I thought I might as well help her go home”. You peck her forehead in praise, “you did very well, baby; I’m proud of you. Did you check on the others, by the way? Are they done with team building?”. “Actually, I talked with Dahyun-ie”, she reveals, “I know about your little romance”. “Ah, fuck”, you say in your head, “I’m so fucking dead”.

“Yah, are you listening or not?”, Xinyu gets off your lap and calls out to you, snapping you out of your silence. You dare not look at her in the eyes, “y-yes, I am, baby”. She slaps you with all her might, and you hear a sob after. “Don’t call me that, Jung Jisung—you fucking lied to me”, she says as tears run down her cheeks, “sightseeing? Really?”. You can’t come up with anything else but an apology, and you know full well that it isn’t enough. “Tell me what happened on the ferry—go on, lie to me again; I fucking dare you”, she threatens. “I, um, I got a blowjob from Dahyun-ie”, you confess, still not looking at her in the eyes. “What happened to your honesty, hm? Did you throw it into the sea or something? Did you send it down to her throat along with your cum?”, she asks in disbelief as she breaks down in tears. You try to approach her slowly, but Xinyu retreats and looks at you in disgust. “Baby, I’m sorry” is the only sentence you managed to come up with. “I don’t want to talk to you; I’m leaving”, Xinyu says as she walks out of the door, leaving you alone to simmer in regret and shame.

You hear some rapid knocks on the door, and you see through the hole that it’s Nakyoung, seemingly mad about something. She slaps you in the cheek forcefully as soon as you open the door. “Fuck you”, she says after the slap, “you broke her heart, you fucking asshole”. If this were any normal situation, you’d be hurt by the manner of her speech, but considering the events prior, you’re more shameful than offended. “I’m sorry”, you say to her. “I don’t want your apology, but I want you to be a man and fix this mess—are we clear?”, she delivers her demand while pressing her index finger on your chest, her eyes fiery. Seeing that you’re not answering, she asks again if you understand her words. “Yes, I understand”, you say, letting out a depressed sigh after.

Nakyoung leaves after delivering her demands, slamming the door as she does. You feel your phone vibrate a few times in your pocket as you’re getting back to bed.

[🍒] I’m sorry I ruined it for you I’m so sorry I’ll leave you two alone from now on I’m sorry for everything

No matter how much Dahyun feels guilty, you’re still the one at fault for falling for the devil’s deception and hurting your beloved girlfriend who, quote, “has been with you through storms and tranquility”. “Ah, fuck, I’m so fucking stupid”, you slap yourself in the forehead, “fuck, Xinyu, I’m so sorry, baby”. “The audacity to call her ‘baby’ after all this bullshit you’ve pulled”, the angel returns with an insult, and you hope that he has found a sledgehammer to smash your head in with.

You muster up the courage and text Professor Kim, hoping that she’ll allow you to talk to her and ask for counsel. She calls you a few minutes after you sent the text. “Hello, president. You want to talk about something?”, she asks. “Hello, professor”, you greet her, “um, Xinyu has found out about my little stunt and now she’s livid—I’ve taken two slaps in the cheeks, professor”. “No hard feelings, Jisung-ah, but I think you deserve it”, she says, almost in a mocking tone—one that you deserve, “I’m guessing you’re now wondering how you can fix this”. You involuntarily shed a tear, “yes, madam, I am; any clues? I’ve apologized, by the way”. The professor sighs over the phone, “well, I suggest letting things run their course for now; I imagine Xinyu needs some time before she’ll allow you to approach her again—what about the other girl?”. You tell Professor Kim that Dahyun has apologized over text and promised to leave you alone, and it presumably satisfies her. “Yeah, just give Xinyu some space for now. That’s all I have to say”, she says. You thank her for letting you call her and hang up the phone after.

You’re now lying in bed, using all your brain cells to come up with a plan to make it up to Xinyu. One brain cell suggests giving her flowers, and as tempting as it sounds, you’re not sure if a bouquet wrapped with a big ribbon saying “I’m sorry” will convey your feelings properly—the last thing you want is for Xinyu to think that you’re taking this lightly, which you are not. You look around the room for ideas, and you see a small piece of paper and a pencil next to it sitting on the table. “Ah, I should try writing a letter to Xinyu”, you say to yourself. You sit at the table and start stringing words together thoughtfully using two of the oldest tools known to man.

“Dear Xinyu

Hello, this is Jung Jisung

Before I begin, please allow me to call you by these names for now as I don’t know if I’ll get to do it again.

I’m sorry for hurting you, sweetheart. I understand that I did such a horrific job of being the man in this relationship; lying to you and hurting you    by yearning for something that was never appropriate for me. If you, my love, were willing to forgive me and take me back in your arms, I would be more than grateful—more than mere words can express—but considering how hurt you are because of me, I dare not hope, no matter how much I want to.

I love you, and I’m sorry for hurting you.

I hope this letter finds you well.

Yours always,

Jung Jisung”

After writing the letter, you fold the paper in half and write your signature on the cover and a small heart that you fill in with pencil. You put the letter on your chest and pray that Xinyu can sense the sincerity and honesty in the words. You then start walking out of your room and towards Xinyu and Nakyoung’s on the other side of the corridor.

You slide the letter through the bottom gap and knock a few times. Seeing that you get no response after standing in front of their door for a minute, you turn in the other direction and start walking back towards your room. You’ve taken around a dozen steps when you hear a door swing open behind you and feel someone crash into you and wrap their arms around you while crying. “Oppa”, the quivering voice steals your attention, “I love you—fuck—I love you so much, oppa”. Hearing the familiar voice makes you shed a tear, and you turn around for a hug. “I love you too, Xinyu-yah. I’m so sorry for hurting you, my love”, you say as tears start running down your cheeks. You and Xinyu cry in each other’s arms, showing each other how real the feelings you have for each other are. You finally compose yourself after a few minutes and invite her to your room for privacy. Xinyu agrees to your idea, so you carry her in your arms and rush towards your room.

You sit down in the middle of the bed with Xinyu in your arms, and you fire all the “I love you” and “I’m sorry” bullets in your magazine. “I’ve been waiting for you to knock on the door for so long, oppa; I was sitting behind the door when you slid that letter, you know”, she says, her voice trembling from the emotions. “I’m so sorry, love; I was so busy trying to come up with an apology”, you say to her before pecking her head, “I’m so sorry, baby”. Xinyu bursts out crying again, seemingly overwhelmed with feelings, “please, please don’t hurt me like that again—I’m begging you, oppa; I don’t want to hate you”. “I won’t, baby—cross my heart”, you deliver a promise to her, one that you plan on never breaking as long as you two are alive.

After regaining composure, Xinyu moves to sit on your lap and puts her hands on your shoulders. “Oppa, why did you lie to me? You, of all people, lied to me, oppa—I thought we agreed to be honest to each other?”, she says, her tone heightening in disbelief. “I’m so sorry, love; the only answer I can give you is that I was thinking with my penis and not my brain”, you give Xinyu the frankest answer you can think of. “If-if by any chance you were bored with our sex, oppa, you could’ve just told me and I would’ve come up with something to spice it up. I-I’ll do whatever you want me to, you know that, right?”, she says. You shake your head in denial, “I promise you it was not about sex at all, love; I’m always satisfied and happy with what we usually do. I just happened to let lust fill my head and control my actions, which is never acceptable for a man to do, and for that I sincerely apologize”. Xinyu seems to be satisfied with your answer, as she rewards you with a peck on the lips before tucking her head under your chin. “I love you, oppa. Don’t lie to me again, please; being lied to fucking hurts”, she says.

-

You ask Xinyu if she wants to go to the restaurant and get some food after she has regained calmness, and in typical Zhou Xinyu fashion, she accepts your offer without thinking twice. You see Nakyoung outside her room as you’re walking towards the restaurant together with Xinyu. “Oh, hey, look at you, holding hands like a happy couple—you’ve sorted out your dissent, haven’t you?”, she comments with a smile of relief. You smile and nod, “yeah, Xinyu was kind enough to forgive me and give me the chance to redeem myself”. “That’s nice to hear”, Nakyoung says, “so where are you going now? I know we have some time to kill before announcing the essay winners”. You tell her that you’re going to the restaurant, and Nakyoung asks if she can tag along. “Like you’ve never done that before, Miss Secretary”, you say in playful mockery, earning a light smack of annoyance from Nakyoung.

Xinyu and Nakyoung say they want to have crispy chicken steak and fries, so you get the same thing as them to save time. “Oh, wow, look at that!”, Xinyu excitedly claps her hands when she sees the waiter set the food on the table. Seeing Xinyu be happy brings joy to your heart and reminds you to stay loyal and honest to her. “Haha, Jisung-oppa is smiling like a dummy”, Nakyoung teases you. Xinyu smiles at you softly while reaching out to hold your hand, “I love you, oppa—please don’t lie to me again”. You know that speaking will make you emotional, so you reply to her with a loving smile and a finger heart.

-

You head towards the hall with Xinyu after the lunch-dinner—petition to call it “lunner”—while Nakyoung opts to take a walk around the resort. “Oppa, wait”, Xinyu calls out to you while looking at her phone, “Chanwoo just texted me; he said that Jungwoo-oppa just fought someone again”. “Shin Jungwoo?”, you sigh, “we’ll call him later, babe; let him catch his breath for now—did Chanwoo say anything about the other guy, though?”. Xinyu shows you her chat with Chanwoo, “he fought a bully, oppa. Apparently, Professor Bae knows about this as well”.

You sit in the front row with Xinyu next to you, sharing laughs and giggles with her, rejoicing in the mended relationship. You make a joke that Xinyu finds to be exceptionally funny, causing her to laugh out loud while clapping her hands in amusement. As you wait for her laugh to die down, you see Dahyun open the door in the corner of your eyes. You turn your head slightly to make eye contact, but Dahyun evades it and disappears behind the door. It’s unfortunate that it had to end like this, but you’d like to think that this is the best possible outcome as you’re now in Xinyu’s arms again, as self-centered as it sounds. You silently promise to make it right to Dahyun and cut your ties properly—possibly tearily.

Nakyoung takes the stage after everyone has gathered in the hall. “Good evening, everyone. We will be announcing the 3 teams that have come up with the best ideas and those 3 teams will do a presentation right here, right now—we’ve asked you to prepare for a presentation, haven’t we?”, she says, her voice heard through the speakers. Nakyoung then proceeds to announce the top 3 and congratulates each team as they come up to the stage. Nakyoung tells them to do rock-paper-scissors to determine the order of presentation before giving up her spot on the stage and sitting down.

Reading is cool and all, but it doesn’t allow you to hear the rationale behind every word that is written. An idea that might look uninteresting on paper can turn out to be exciting when you know the thought process behind it, as proven by the number 2 team, who has come up with a seemingly mundane idea of visiting an elementary school nearby and participating in teaching 1st and 2nd graders. They had read this journal that spoke of increasing student’s learning stimulus in class and decided that they wanted to try it out themselves. “The university might get positive publicity, but more importantly, we aim to be able to help the teachers and students, since we believe that education—especially in elementary—should not be dull”, the speaker says. The speaker and friends look at you, hoping that you’ll say something positive, and honestly, you’re already sold on the idea. You don’t want to jump the gun and ruin it for the next team, opting to start collective claps with the audience instead.

You’re struggling to focus on the last team since the second one has already managed to steal your heart. “I need you to pay attention on this one, baby; I’m already sold on the previous one”, you whisper to Xinyu. She pinches your thigh in annoyance, “you can’t be biased like that, oppa”. You want to make a counter argument, but Nakyoung pinches your other thigh firmly, forcing you to focus back on the presentation.

Not only does time fly by when it’s spent with your loved ones, but also when you’re not paying attention to your surroundings. One minute you were (loosely) listening to the presentation, next minute you see Nakyoung end the session and send everyone to their rooms. “I swear, initiation trips did not used to go by this quickly”, you say to Xinyu. “Yeah, well, we were the ones doing these assignments back then, and now we’re the ones sitting back—the cycle never ends, oppa”, she says. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. So, what now?”, you ask the two girls in front of you. “You said that we’d call Jungwoo-oppa”, Xinyu reminds you of your promise from earlier. Nakyoung, who used to have a crush on Jungwoo, asked in curious worry as to why you’re calling Jungwoo. “He fought someone earlier, Naky-yah; we need to check up on him”, you explain briefly to her.

The three of you rush to your bedroom and sit on the floor in a circle. You find Jungwoo’s name on your phone and call him, and he picks up after two rings. “Good evening, this is Shin Jungwoo”, he says over the phone. “Good evening to you as well, this is Jung Jisung. Where are you, man?”, you ask him. “I’m at a burger shop with someone—Yooyeon-ie just left, by the way”, he says, “can I help you, president?”. You proceed to ask him about the rumors, and he explains that a group of freshmen has been bullying a fellow freshman and that he fought one of the bullies. “We can’t keep defending you, man”, you say to Jungwoo. Impatient, Nakyoung steals your phone from you and cuts off Jungwoo mid-sentence, “oppa! Oppa, are you okay? Are you hurt? You need to stop fighting people, seriously”. Jungwoo doesn’t recognize Nakyoung’s voice at first, thus making Nakyoung seemingly irritated. Jungwoo then promises to talk about this again when you come back and bring the victim, a girl named Kim Suyeon, along and introduce her to you.

Nakyoung starts letting out tears as soon as Jungwoo ends the call, her old feelings for him resurfacing after being buried for nearly two years. “I’m proud of him for standing up against bullying, but sometimes I wish he wouldn’t let his fists fly so easily”, Nakyoung says as she wipes her tears. Xinyu hugs Nakyoung from the side and offers comfort while you hope that Jungwoo would stop fighting bullies, no matter how big of an example he’s made of these assholes. You also sympathize with Nakyoung, who used to have a crush on Jungwoo and only “leaving” him because she got scared after seeing him knock someone out with her own eyes. “Let’s convince him to become an advocate against bullying instead of a fighter, okay?”, you pat Nakyoung’s shoulder softly to calm her.

Nakyoung jumps off the bed and leaves your room, citing that she needs some fresh air. Xinyu turns to you in confusion, “u-uh, sure; I-I’ll see you later, Naky-yah”. You sigh in exhaustion as one more huge wave crashes into you. “I need to lie down; my head hurts”, you complain. Xinyu climbs your body and sprays your face with kisses, “oh, no, no, no—headache, leave my Jisung-oppa alone!”. You chuckle at her little aegyo, “you’re so cute, baby”. Xinyu covers her cheeks to hide her tomato cheeks, “aw, please don’t say that; I-I’m just trying to help”. You get up to a sitting position with Xinyu on your lap; “I’m so thankful for you, baby. I’m so sorry for hurting you”, you say to her, sounding as sincere as possible. “I was going to forgive you regardless of whether you’d apologize or not”, Xinyu says as she grabs something out of her pocket, “this letter helped me, um, get over it, I guess”.

You put a hand on Xinyu’s nape, and she immediately goes in for a kiss to tell you that she has forgiven you and accepted you in her arms again. “Hurt her again and I’ll smash your penis and balls with this hammer”, the angel delivers an ultimatum, and you dare not ignore it. Xinyu breaks the kiss with a gasp, “fuck, I can’t take it anymore”. You look at her with raised eyebrows, and that is when Xinyu pulls her T-shirt over her head and throws it away, “take me, oppa—please, I’m desperate”. It’s crazy to think how Xinyu relies on you heavily for everything, from assignments to sexual pleasure. You reach behind her back and unlatch her bra quickly before palming her tits.

Xinyu seems to be very impatient, as she humps your crotch even though the both of you still have joggers on. You pinch her nipples in response, “you need to be patient, love”. “O-oppa”, she says, throwing her head back in thirst and frustration, “please, make me yours again”. You lay her down on the bed and take your clothes off swiftly. You grab the waistband of her joggers and see the wet spot on her crotch, “horny much, baby girl?”. She wants to express with words how horny she is, but since her head has been taken over by lust, she only manages to come up with unintelligible sounds.

You get in between her legs after taking off her panties, ready to plunge into her warm cavern. “Baby, I’m going in”, you say to her, and Xinyu closes her eyes in response. As much as you’re tempted to tease her with your fingers, you don’t want to wait any longer, resulting in you diving deep into her right away. “Oppa, kiss me please”, she says, her arms reaching out to hug you. Xinyu uses her long limbs to secure you in place as soon as you lean forward for a hug and a kiss. Despite being stuck in a love lock, you’re still able to move your hips and fuck her at a consistent pace, earning soft bites and moans from Xinyu.

 “Oppa, I’ve missed you”, she says between her soft moans, “I’ve missed your cock”. You laugh internally considering that you did in fact had sex with her yesterday, but you don’t want to ruin the mood thus replying to her with a deep groan. “You’re so warm and tight, princess—so fucking good”, you praise her as you start fucking her faster. “Yes-yes—oh, fuck! Please, oppa, fuck me; I’m your good girl”, she says, her voice shaky from your fast thrusts. You gather your strength and use it to fuck her deep and fast, aiming to make her cum in the next few minutes.

Your plan works, as she announces into your ear that she’s about to explode. Xinyu tightens her grip on your cock, squeezing you hard, as if trying to milk your cum out of you. As a result, you blow your load into Xinyu with no prior consent from her. “I came as well; sorry, love”, you say to her. “N-no”, she deflects, ”I—fuck—I’m glad we came together, oppa”. You put your lips on her forehead as the both of you ride the high of orgasm together. “Oppa, my lips are down here”, she says softly with a chuckle. You reply to her chuckle with your own as you move down to kiss her passionately.

Xinyu releases you from her strangling limbs and you immediately fall to the side in exhaustion. “I’m spent, oppa; take care of me, please”, she says as she moves to hug you from the side. “I came inside you without asking, love”, you say to her in an apologetic voice. Xinyu palms your limp cock and strokes it softly, “that means I’m officially yours again, oppa. Thank you for taking me back in your arms”. You peck the top of her head and tell her that it was supposed to be your line. “I love you, oppa—we didn’t catch the cum drip on video, though”, she says. You ask her what she’s doing with that video, but she refuses to answer properly, saying that you “need to be patient” and that you “will find out soon enough”. You’re not entirely satisfied with her answer, but you hope that it won’t end up terribly for you and Xinyu.

-

You were half asleep when you heard two different voices near you, presumably discussing something. “Are you sure he consents to this?”, one of them says. “I’m 99% sure”, the other says. You slowly open your eyes and see two figures standing side-by-side in front of the bed. “Who are you?”, you say as you rub your eyes. “Why, I’m your girlfriend, of course”, Xinyu says, confirming her presence in the room. The other person greets you, and hearing it sends shock throughout your body. “Kim Nakyoung? What are you—yo, I’m naked; cover your eyes!”, you say, your tone high in disbelief. “Respectfully, oppa, I like the sight—never seen you like this before; damn, you’re so hot”, Nakyoung says, letting out a giggle after.

“Nakyoung-ie has been longing for a man’s touch, oppa”, Xinyu explains, “I figured you could help”. “Are you sure?”, you ask her, “you didn’t forget what had happened earlier, did you?”. “I consent this time”, Xinyu answers, “please, oppa, help a girl out, please”. Xinyu even said “please” twice, probably without realizing it, and you can only let out a sigh. “I’m only doing this because Xinyu consents, just so we’re clear—I’ve hurt her enough”, you say. Xinyu claps her hands in excitement, “you’re the best, oppa!”.

You get off the bed and stand in front of Nakyoung, “what are we thinking?”. Nakyoung takes a few steps back and starts undressing herself. Xinyu, who has always had the image of someone who plays for both sides, proves her “open-mindedness” by kissing Nakyoung’s neck until Nakyoung pushes her away. “Don’t mark me, Xinyu-yah”, Nakyoung says. You pinch Xinyu’s cheek lightly for her clumsiness before turning to Nakyoung to peck her lips. “I need to hear your explicit consent”, you say to her. Nakyoung puts her hand up like she was testifying, “I, with no doubt in my mind, consent to everything we’re about to do tonight”. You chuckle at her words, “everything, hm? Let’s see how far you think ‘everything’ is”.

You hold Nakyoung’s hands and pull her into your lap as you sit on the end of the bed. You see in the corner of your sight that Xinyu has found comfort on the armchair, watching the both of you like a cuckold. Nakyoung takes your hands and guides them to her bare breasts, “what do you think of them, oppa?”. You take her tits in your hands and softly squeeze them, “so soft, Naky-yah; I like it”. Nakyoung looks at Xinyu quickly before looking back at you, “ac-actually, I-I want to be called by pet names, oppa”. Her words sting your heart; you used to call Dahyun by pet names behind Xinyu’s back, and now Nakyoung wants you to do the same in front of Xinyu. You glance at Xinyu and see her nod in approval. “Alright, sweetie”, you comply to her request, “are you ready for this?”.

You lie down in bed after Nakyoung shows you the green light, your cock pointing to the ceiling in front of her stomach. “That’s so fucking big”, she comments as she starts stroking your cock. The softness of her hands makes you think that maybe she has put on some lotion or the sort, “your hands are so soft, sweetie”. Nakyoung smiles shyly, “um, Xinyu gave me a bunch of tips before this, and this is the result”. “Before this? How long have you guys been planning for this?”, you ask, bewildered. “Been a while, actually—the cum video was my idea, by the way”, Nakyoung reveals, her hands still busy stroking your cock. You turn your eyes towards Xinyu, and she winks at you while smiling.

Nakyoung moves her head, hovering centimeters over your cock. “Oppa, look at me, please”, she says. You make and maintain eye contact with her as she parts her lips and slowly go down on your cock, choking halfway to your pelvis. The little mishap causes her to remove your cock from her mouth, gasping sharply as she does. “Fuck, how does Xinyu manage to do this all the time?”, Nakyoung comments. “It took her a few months to get used to me, Naky-yah; I don’t mean to overstep but if you want to be like her, you’ll need a lot of practice”, you say to her. “I can be your side girl, oppa—if Xinyu allows it, that is”, she says, replicating Dahyun’s line from some time ago. You’re stunned; you’re not sure how much Nakyoung and Xinyu know, thus you’re unsure about how to respond aside from a fake groan to deflect her proposal.

Nakyoung returns to the task at hand (literally) and take your cock in her mouth again. She seems to have made it her goal to reach your pelvis, as proven by how she keeps going down, fighting her gag reflex in the process. She finally reaches the bottom of your cock after trying so hard; her spit is leaking everywhere as her jaws are wide open to accommodate your girth, and she’s making this very sensual gurgling sound. “Fuck, that’s a good girl”, you and Xinyu say at the same time, causing the both of you to chuckle. Nakyoung finally goes up after a few seconds, falling backwards onto her butt as she does. “H-how did you two say that at—hah, fuck—at the same time? Great minds think alike or something?”, Nakyoung says as she wipes her mouth. “I say good girl a lot to Xinyu during sex”, you explain, “I guess she’s fond of that line”.

Nakyoung looks at Xinyu and asks for permission to put your cock in her pussy, and Xinyu shows her approval by getting naked, ready to touch herself while watching; “go on; I’ll watch”, Xinyu says. “Oppa, I hope you consent as well”, Nakyoung says as she hovers over your cock. “I do, but can I ask if you’re okay doing it raw?”, you ask. “You’re my third, oppa, and I know that Xinyu was your first so it should be fine—I get tested regularly, by the way”, she says. Nakyoung proceeds to lower herself until your cock touches her entrance, letting out a gasp at the first contact; “I’m about to get ripped in half”, she murmurs.

She lets out a long, pained moan as your cock gradually fills her pussy. “Ngh, fuck—so fucking big”, she says as she feels her muscles stretch to contain your shaft. Nakyoung finally manages to sit squarely on your lap after struggling with your size for a while. She then plants her hands on your abs before she starts fucking herself with your cock. You’ve never seen Nakyoung make this sort of expression before, and you find it to be arousing—Xinyu used to make this face during the early days of your relationship, as she also struggled getting used to your cock. “Go on, Nakyoung-ah; show us what you can do”, you challenge her. She accepts your challenge and starts going up and down on your shaft rapidly while letting out moans which volume is making you concerned. You glance quickly to the left where Xinyu is sitting and see that she has her legs spread and rested on the armrest while her hand is vigorously rubbing her pussy.

Nakyoung has found a decent pace after getting comfortable with the stretch, and you find the sounds of her and Xinyu’s moan to be very arousing. You look at Xinyu again and summon her to you by moving your index finger, and she obliges immediately. Xinyu knows what you want and sits right on your face, her lush thighs serving as noise cancelling headphones. You can’t see what’s happening up there, but since you don’t hear anyone moaning, you assume that they’re tongue wrestling as they ride different parts of your body. You start working on Xinyu’s pussy with your tongue from below, holding her down by her thighs to make sure she doesn’t wiggle around. A light nibble in the clit makes Xinyu jolt but she doesn’t stand a chance against your strong arms that are gripping her firmly.

This threesome of yours has been going on for God-knows-how-long when both girls announce that they’re coming. You feel Nakyoung lift off your cock at the same time as Xinyu leaves your aggressive tongue. They cover their mouths and spray their juice all over your body; “holy fuck, I made them cum at the same time”, you think to yourself. They both fall limp next to you, hugging each other as they savor their high.

You get off the bed and head to the bathroom to wipe their combined juice and your sweat off your body. When you return, you see them kissing while playing with each other’s tits, seemingly busy in their own little world. “Excuse me, girls”, you interrupt them, “which one of you is going to make me cum?”. Xinyu breaks the kiss with a giggle, “I’d like to use my authority as vice president and delegate the secretary but there is a condition”. “That is?”, you ask, trying to figure out where she’s going with this. “Nakyoung-ie will take you in the ass”, Xinyu says, biting her bottom lip naughtily after. You are dumbfounded, “excuse me?”. “T-take my ass, oppa”, Nakyoung says, “take my anal cherry”. You are dumbfounded again, “are you sure? Have you even put anything in your ass before?”. “Y-yes, I-I’ve put a dildo in there some time ago”, Nakyoung shyly confesses.

Nakyoung rolls off Xinyu’s body and onto her back, “please, oppa”. Since she has decided to be naughty, you use this opportunity to match her; “that’s daddy to you, Kim Nakyoung”, you say to her as you get on the bed. You fold Nakyoung’s legs over her body and tell her to hold them. Since you don’t have lube, you decide to use Nakyoung’s pussy juice to coat your cock before entering her ass. You plunge quickly into her pussy for a couple of thrusts before pulling out, stroking your cock after to make sure that it’s coated entirely. “I’m not asking again, Nakyoung-ah”, you warn her. “Take me, daddy; I’m ready”, she says, nervousness clear as day to see.

You put your tip on her rear entrance, and Nakyoung gasps at the first contact. You see that her fingertips have turned white as she tries to hold her legs in place. You then start moving forward and stretch her rectum with the first few centimeters of your cock, forcing Nakyoung to furrow her eyebrows in pain. “Deeper, daddy; I-I can take it”, she says. You keep pushing into her ass until she begs you to stop, “s-stop, daddy; it-it hurts—fuck”. You look down and observe the situation; she has managed to take half of your length in her ass—that’s way more than Xinyu, considering that you’ve never had anal with her.

“Fuck, sweetie, you’re so tight”, you praise her. “Fuck me, please; make it hurt”, she says. You grant her wish and start moving your hips back and forth slowly, impaling her rear with your big cock. “It hurts, it hurts”, she chants, “fuck, it hurts so good”. Noticing that she’s reacting well to your length, you pick up the pace and fuck her harder. “Fuck, such a good girl”, you praise her, “keep gripping me like that”. Nakyoung bites her lip sexily, “Xi-Xinyu doesn’t let you in her ass, does she, daddy?”. Even with your cock in her ass, she still manages to tease—this naughty (and sexy) cat’s mischievousness knows no end. Xinyu seems to be ticked with Nakyoung’s words, and she starts rubbing Nakyoung’s clit rapidly to stimulate her further. “Oh, fuck, you two are going to make me cum again”, Nakyoung says with troubled breaths.

You maintain your pace and depth of your thrusts and notice that Nakyoung’s pain has subsided and been replaced by pleasure. You also notice that your cock isn’t just halfway in her ass, no, no, no; you’re fully lodged in her rear hole now. Xinyu hasn’t let up her work either, still rubbing herself and Nakyoung passionately. Xinyu has a different idea, however, as she dives into Nakyoung’s pussy and starts licking her clit from the side. Nakyoung tries to scream, but she manages to stifle her voice before it leaves her mouth. “Daddy, mommy—fuck, you’re going to make your baby cum”, she says. You’re astounded by how naughty she is in bed, and it fuels the fire of lust in your heart—she even calls Xinyu “mommy”, what the fuck?

“Sweetie, I’m cumming in your ass”, you say to Nakyoung, whose eyes are almost entirely rolled to the back of her head. “Cum in my ass, daddy—fuck, fuck, fuck—please, cum in my ass”, she chants as she savors the sensation of first time anal. You lodge the entirety of your shaft in her ass and blow your load deep into her guts, letting out a very deep groan as you do. Xinyu leaves Nakyoung’s clit and grabs her phone, “pull out, oppa; I’ll get it on camera”. You slowly retreat from the intense tightness of Nakyoung’s ass as Xinyu records from the side while making sure that no one’s face is caught on video. Nakyoung’s asshole struggles to return to its original shape, and Xinyu aims her camera straight at it; “oh my God, look at that gape!”, Xinyu comments with a gasp. You see through Xinyu’s phone and pay attention to how your cum drips out of her anus, “fuck, that’s crazy”.

Xinyu ends the recording after a few seconds and mutes the audio before throwing her phone away. “Take my ass next, daddy”, Xinyu begs. “I’m sorry, love, but I’m spent; I’ve blown a load inside you earlier, remember?”, you try to reason with her. “Ah, you’re right—next time, I guess”, Xinyu says. You free Nakyoung’s legs from her hands and put them down on the bed, “you did so well, Nakyoung-ah. Thank you very much”. Nakyoung’s pussy squirts out another load of juice belatedly, surprising both you and Xinyu. “Fuck, oppa, that was so fucking hot”, Nakyoung says, her pants deep and heavy.

You look over your shoulder to see the time. “It’s 2 am, huh? We’re leaving at 7, aren’t we?”, you ask your girls—yes, your girls. “The-the bus—fuck, I’m tired—the bus will be here at 6:15, oppa”, Nakyoung says. You lie down in bed with Xinyu and Nakyoung on each side, “how was it, Nakyoung-ah? Did it hurt?”, Xinyu asks. “Fuck, my ass was literally on fire, Xinyu-yah—Jisung-oppa is so fucking big, you should be grateful”, Nakyoung answers, “if I were you, Xinyu-yah, I would ask him to fuck my ass at least once a week”.

Xinyu contemplates her choices for a moment before turning to you, “please fuck me in the ass regularly, oppa”. You nod in agreement, “sure, love, but I want your clear consent written on a letter”. Xinyu tells you that she’ll write it on the flip side of your letter and hand it to you next weekend. “Alright, let’s get some z’s before the sun rises, okay?”, you say to the girls, and they each say good night before shutting your eyes. You imagine that both the angel and the devil are scratching their heads in confusion, wondering how you ended up fucking two girls in one night—one of them in the ass—but truthfully, you are as clueless as they are.

[animasola86]

Lessons in Love-Making

Notes: So I received an amazing request recently and this is what I made of it! I hope you enjoy! (If you like to give me smut requests as well, please feel free to do so! My inbox is open!)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content! Assisted masturbation. Voice kink. Fingering. Sex. (Infidelity?)

Word count: 9.8k

Synopsis: To say you and your boyfriend have a poor sex life would be an understatement. One day after a particularly horrible experience, you find yourself crying in the hallway. And then Sebastian finds you, always eager to lend a hand.

Warning: It's smut time again! Yay! I mean, beware, there's some spice below the cut! Don't get it in your eyes!

-- can be read on AO3 too --

Lessons in Love-making

You are tense. So tense, your entire body is shaking. Gritting your teeth and clenching your hands into fists as you walk through the empty hallway, you are not surprised when the first tears roll down your cheeks. Because you are not just tense, you are frustrated. And you've been frustrated for quite a while now.

It always comes to you when you walk back to your common room, in that post-haze clarity, not that there had been any haze, there was fog, sure, perhaps a few lightning bolts and one clap of thunder, and the rain that should be soothing was just a little drizzle, if it came at all.

And if you had time to think of silly metaphors for your poor sex life, then it really wasn't that good apparently.

You let out a shuddering sigh and stop walking, too wound up to wipe at your wet cheeks. Too wound up to do anything and so you sink to the ground and just sit there, trying to ease your breathing and your drumming heart, trying to clear your head and not think of what has happened and what has been happening over the last months.

Soon you are so focused on creating your own personal pro and con list, that you shriek loudly when you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. You jump and hit your head against the wall behind you, looking up with wide eyes and your mouth open.

“Sorry, didn't mean to startle you.”

And just like that your mind is empty. His voice makes sure of that. And that smile. Yet all you do is stare, while the tears still stream down your face.

“Are you alright?” Sebastian asks as he settles down next to you on the floor.

You let out a sob and raise a hand to wipe at your tears, before you give him a shrug and half-hearted grunt of confirmation. He raises an eyebrow and watches you closely.

“What happened?” he inquires with that low voice that causes your tense body to shudder deeply.

You swallow and look away, unable to answer him right away. Even though he's been your friend for quite some time now and you've shared a lot of low and high points together and you know you can tell him anything, you feel embarrassed to address your frustration.

You feel him scooting closer and then his hand is on your knee. “Did he do something?” he asks and just the implication that your boyfriend could have done something bad to you makes you turn your head.

“No!” you say quickly, before you pause and let out a dry laugh. “That's the thing, really... he never does... anything...”

Sebastian tilts his head, frowning slightly as his dark eyes wander over your face. “He doesn't satisfy you, eh?” he then states and the brutal straight-forwardness of his words makes you wince.

You don't answer right away and that is probably answer enough. Sighing deeply, you look down at his hand on your knee, feeling his warm touch and how it affects you. And you shouldn't feel like this. Because you have a boyfriend and it is not Sebastian Sallow. You would add sadly, but in truth you are quite content with the boy that asked you to be his girlfriend almost six months ago.

You love talking to him, you feel safe in his presence, he makes you laugh and happy. But when it came to sex, he was really... bad. And for months you've just dealt with it, not complaining, just trying to be happy for him because apparently it was quite enough for his liking. And the sad truth is that you've accepted feeling unattended whenever he would find his release – and then fall asleep right after. You didn't even mind the pain any more, because quite frankly, it was the only thing you could count on whenever you would end up in bed with him.

Tonight has been especially bad, causing your ever-growing frustration to burst through the seams of your patience. And the tears that won't stop flowing are proof of that.

“Please don't mention this to anyone,” you whisper and wipe at your cheeks again. “It... it really is not that big a deal...”

“Are you sure about that?” Sebastian asks and gently grabs your chin to make you look at him. “This does look like a big deal to me...”

You shake your head and his hand away, sobbing quietly. “I'm just frustrated and it's okay, it'll pass, like always. It's silly, really, crying over something like that...”

“It's not, you have needs too. Everyone has. And you shouldn't just be his plaything...” he tells you quietly, his voice vibrating through your very core.

“I'm not! You know he's not like that...” you start defending your boyfriend once more.

The boy next to you watches you closely. “Perhaps you want to be his plaything, but he just doesn't comply.”

“Stop saying plaything, it's vulgar!” you hiss.

He laughs, the sound ringing in your ears. “I can be more blunt, don't worry,” he says and nudges your knee before he leans away and crosses his arms behind his head. “So why don't you take care of your frustration yourself?” he then whispers, his eyes on you.

You stare at him, a little puzzled, before it dawns on you what he means. Averting your eyes, you blush deeply. “I... uh, tried, but it wasn't for me...” you admit eventually under your breath. “It doesn't feel right...”

“Then you may have done it wrong,” he says and leans closer again.

Swallowing hard, you raise your gaze and meet his. “I think I know my body and what it... wants...”

“Do you though?” he asks with a sly smirk.

“Well, of course, it's my body!”

“But then why are you crying in the hallway because your sorry excuse for a boyfriend can't satisfy you the way you like it, hm?”

His words hang in the air, luckily only reaching your ears, and you look at him long and hard. The longer you stare into those dark eyes that practically sparkle in mischief, the hotter you feel, your cheeks positively aflame as they burn your tears right off your skin.

“I can help you,” he then says quietly, and the implication alone makes you lean back from him.

“What? No! I... I have --”

“Yes, I know what you have,” he sighs and tilts his head. “And I'm not saying you should cheat on him with me, okay? I just want to... show you something. Help you out. Fight that frustration with you. Make you feel better.”

His promises sink into your mind and leave you wanting exactly that. You know how good he is at manipulating you, not that you would call it that, he was just very convincing. Persuasive even. And this was for your own good, wasn't it? Like he said, you have needs too. And as you wipe at your burning eyes, you find yourself inhaling deeply, before you nod shortly.

When you look at him, you see his face lighting up, the faint shadow of dimples gracing his freckled cheeks. “Of course this will be purely educational,” he tells you with a wink as he gets to his feet and holds his hand out for you to grab.

When you do and he pulls you into a standing position as well, you bite your lip and square your shoulders. “Of course,” you agree.

*

“So tell me what you usually do with him,” Sebastian asks as you sit down on that old couch in the far back of the dimly lit Undercroft.

You feel embarrassed, but then you sigh. “Well, we sit on his bed and then we... kiss and that's quite nice,” you start, already defending your boyfriend again, almost unconsciously. “And he would touch me...”

“Where?” the boy next to you inquires.

You look at your hands in your lap. “He usually gropes my breasts, sometimes my hips,” you whisper, before you look at him and he nods to make you continue. “Then he'd lie on top of me --”

“Are you naked when he does that?” You wince slightly at the bluntness of his question and look away again.

“No,” you admit, your ears burning. “He... doesn't like being naked...”

Sebastian laughs loudly at that, before clearing his throat. “I'm sorry, I...” he says a little breathlessly, before he shakes his head. “So you just grope each other through your clothes? But you do have sex, right?”

You blush deeply once more and fidget with your fingers. “Well, yes, he would push my underwear off and... stick it in...”

You hear him stifle another noise of surprise or whatever you want to call that gurgle that escapes his throat and you start feeling a little more frustrated, but for a different reason. “And then what?” you hear him ask once he catches himself again.

“He'd...” You let out a groan. “Tell me again why it is necessary to share these things with you?” you ask and stare at him.

“Well I have to know what you already do know in order to teach you more,” he tells you with a smile. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ridicule your boyfriend, I'm sure he has other redeeming qualities...”

“He has!” you confirm with narrowed eyes. “That's why I put up with that, okay?”

He raises his eyebrows, then nods. “I see. So, please, continue, tell me what exactly he does that leaves you so frustrated.”

You sigh and inhale deeply. “Well, he... comes very quickly. He's barely in there before he... grunts, pulls out and comes all over my stomach...”

“He doesn't even finish inside?” Sebastian exclaims in surprise.

“Because he shouldn't!” you reply a little more agitated than you've expected.

“Why not? You do take those contraceptive potions, don't you?” He tilts his head, looking genuinely concerned now.

“Yes, I do, all the girls do, we are basically forced to. Nurse Blainey makes sure of that...” you whisper.

“But then why doesn't he come inside you?” he asks as if you were talking about what to eat for breakfast and he was really appalled by your choice of cereal.

You take a sharp breath and look away. “I don't know, he probably doesn't like it...”

“I bet he never even tried...” you hear him whisper. “Trust me, it's the best feeling...”

You swallow and look at him. His smile is both boyishly charming and devilishly sultry. “So you know your stuff, eh?” you whisper under your breath.

He laughs. “I do, love,” he says with a wink. “And I'm going to teach you a thing or two. If you let me,” he adds quietly.

You are intrigued, certainly. And you've already shared all those embarrassing things with him. Talking about more couldn't possibly hurt, right?

But you haven't taken into account that Sebastian Sallow was more for learning by doing than anything, so you suddenly find yourself sitting sideways on the couch, your legs lying on his lap as he gently pushes your skirt up to reveal your underwear. Biting your lip, you watch him.

“So how would you normally touch yourself?” he asks as he looks into your eyes, making it sound so easy and simple as if he wanted to know your favourite colour.

You blush and look down, moving your hand between your legs slowly. “I'd... rub right here...” you whisper and put your middle finger against the thick fabric of your bloomers, lightly teasing your heated skin.

“No skin contact?” You shake your head and he huffs quietly. “Love, you have to give your body room to breathe, let the air caress your skin, put your fingers right in there, properly feel yourself. May I?” he then asks and you look up in surprise when he gently grabs your hand.

You nod hesitantly and watch how he moves your hand against your centre, repeating the motion you just made, guided by his slender fingers pressing against yours. “Remember this feeling, okay?” He then grabs the waistband of your underwear with his free hand and without hesitation pushes your hand beneath the fabric until you feel your fingers gliding over your hot, wet skin.

You gasp and almost jerk your hand away if he wouldn't hold it. You can feel not only your fingers, but his as well, as he presses your hand firmer against your skin. “How does that feel?” he whispers and his voice alone makes you issue a tiny whimper.

Taking a shuddering breath, you feel him letting go of your hand, before he puts his fingers around the waistband of your underwear and in a swift and unexpected motion pushes it down your hips and off your rear and legs, and you barely even noticed him raising your body for that. Too shocked about his brash action to fully react to it, you instead focus on your hand resting on your exposed mound, your fingers teasing at your folds. Your first instinct is to cover yourself with your other hand, but you hear him shushing you softly.

His hand is lying on your thigh now, his touch warm and somewhat comforting. You bite your lip and look at him. With a smile he tells you: “Come on, don't be shy, touch yourself.”

Oddly enough you don't feel shy at all in his presence, a little taken aback maybe, but not shy. And so you start moving your finger over your skin, exploratively, literally testing the waters as you let it slide over your lower lips and then between them. After just a few rubs, you feel your breath accelerating.

“You might want to move your finger a little higher,” he whispers, his voice not only helping you calm down under the unusual task he's given you, but also helping you in other ways that are quite the opposite of relaxing.

You follow his advise and move your fingertip higher until you feel the little nub that causes your stomach to tense slightly when you touch it. You breathe loudly through your nose as you push your finger against it and start rubbing slow circles around it. Closing your eyes you focus on the sensation, until you feel a warm breath near your ear.

“That's it, keep doing that,” Sebastian whispers right into your ear after he has leaned closer to you, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your thigh. You open your mouth slightly and take a shuddering breath. “Feels good, right?” he continues, his voice causing goosebumps to ripple over your skin like waves. That or the steady movement of your finger. You feel your hips stuttering slightly, your thighs twitching with every push against that agitated bundle of nerves.

“Oh yes...” you moan softly and lean your head back, chewing on your lips as you work your finger against yourself. You feel a familiar tension, yet somehow it feels different, more intense, and you move harder and faster against that nub. As your body starts shaking badly, almost spasming, you feel his hand pressing on your thigh as if to calm you, or hold you in place, and in your desire to finally finish this you grab it with your free hand and close your fingers around his.

He holds onto your hand tightly and even scoots closer to you, lifting and parting your legs slightly as he does so, and then wraps his arm around your shoulders. “Almost there, love,” he whispers and you whimper under the sound of his voice, your eyes squeezed shut as you lean against him, furiously rubbing yourself. “You're doing so well,” he adds and his praise is what pushes you right over the edge.

You buck your hips and cling to his hand as you feel the coil that had been sitting in your stomach for so long, unattended and so tightly twisted it was almost painful, suddenly explode into a blindingly bright light. You gasp and cry out, your legs twitching as your toes curl up and you feel the blood rushing through your head while you hold your breath under the unknown feeling of your release.

As you slowly come down from your high, your fingers shaking against your heated skin, you feel him stroking your arm and squeezing your hand. “Well done,” he whispers and you feel his lips brushing against your hair. You are breathing heavily and when you open your eyes, you see him smiling at you. Your cheeks are flushed, your lips parted and trembling. You feel as if you've just run up several staircases.

“Was that your first orgasm?” he then asks and you just look at him, taking in his face, until the cold reality of the situation comes back to you. Blinking slowly, you squirm against him, but he holds you tightly, not letting you go.

“I... I shouldn't have --” you mutter under your breath, quickly looking away again, biting your lip.

“Oh you definitely should have, that was long overdue apparently,” he says quietly, shifting beneath you until he pulls you right onto his lap. You lean your shoulder against his chest and slowly look at him, fighting the embarrassment. “Don't be ashamed,” he whispers as he tilts his head, his dark eyes on you. “That was beautiful to witness.”

His words do the exact opposite of what he has intended, they don't reassure you, they make it worse. You look away with a hoarse groan, chewing nervously on your lips as you clamp your hands to your core and clench your thighs around them, too shaken still to think about just covering yourself with your skirt.

“Do you feel a little better at least?”

“A little,” you confess quietly.

“I'm sure there's more where that came from,” he then whispers, his lips right against your ear and you flinch and turn your head towards him with wide eyes.

“What do you mean?” you ask innocently, truly innocently because you just don't know any better.

He smirks at you. “You know, love, unlike men, who need a little time to gather themselves, women are capable of experiencing multiple orgasms in quick succession,” he explains almost matter-of-factly and you listen with blushed cheeks but growing interest. “Do you want to test that theory?”

You stare at him and lick your lips, still feeling the distant shudders of your last release, but you know he's right. You've been tense for so long, never able to let it all out, so why stop now? The harm is already done, you tell yourself and try not to think of the details of experiencing this whole thing with another boy while your boyfriend is probably fast asleep and happy about what you'd done earlier.

“Yes,” you tell Sebastian quietly and watch him smile wider at you. Without any warning, he then grabs your shoulders and turns you around until your back is pressed against his chest and you sit with your legs wide open astride on his lap, facing the vast space of the Undercroft.

“You can put your feet on the couch if you want, but keep those legs open, okay?” he whispers, his breath hitting your ear as he leans his head around slightly. You shift on top of him and gasp softly when he snakes his arms under yours and around your torso, grabbing the fabric of your skirt to ball it up more and push it out of the way.

“I can... take it off...” you mumble under your breath.

“If you want to,” he says and lets go of it.

You stand up then and suddenly feel your legs shaking beneath you. He quickly grabs your waist to support you and you inhale deeply to gather yourself. With shaking fingers you unclasp your skirt and push it off your hips until it drops to your feet. Stepping out of it, you then settle back on his lap and put your feet up like he told you to. You can feel the soft fabric of his trousers and slightly more as you shift your rear against him to find a comfortable position.

His hands now roam freely all the way to your legs, his thumbs teasing at your inner thighs. “I can assume you've never had a finger inside you?” he whispers against you and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

“Isn't it enough to have a --” Weirdly enough you can't say it, can't name it. You feel your cheeks blush even more.

“The word is cock, darling,” he tells you in that sultry voice that masks the vulgarity of his words so well. “Or dick or whatever you want to call it,” he adds with a chuckle. “Don't be afraid to name it. It won't bite. It's there for your pleasure, you know?” You squirm and make a low noise of embarrassment. He only chuckles again. “And you know, no, it's not enough to have a cock in your pussy. It is certainly the main goal, but there are so many other things you can use to pleasure yourself. Like your fingers,” he concludes and you feel your ears burning when you listen to him. He talks about these things so easily, it's almost impressive if it wouldn't be so lewd.

As you still chew on his words, he suddenly grabs your hand and guides it between your legs, his fingers on yours as he presses them against your folds that feel warm and wet under your touch. You inhale sharply and bite your lip. Feeling him rest his chin on your shoulder, his cheek rubbing against yours, you look down and watch him move your hand up and down your mound, teasing at your clit, pressing into your slit until you feel your fingertip pushing against your entrance.

“Give it a try,” he tells you quietly and just the sound of his voice makes you close your eyes and take a deep breath, before you tease your fingertip into your hole.

It feels so tight and you suddenly know why it hurts every time your overeager boyfriend presses his thing (still can't even think about it) into you without warning or preparation. You feel Sebastian moving his fingers back to close around your wrist as he guides your hand further, pushing your finger deeper. You shudder at the sensation.

“How does it feel?” he asks and you feel the vibrations of his voice more than you hear his words.

“Weird,” you reply quietly as your finger scrapes over your soft wet flesh. “So... squishy...”

He chuckles. “That makes it so desirable, love,” he whispers and you feel him turn his head and brush his lips against your jaw. “It can be soft and welcoming, but then it can clench and tighten and really squeeze...” He inhales deeply, almost longingly, when all you can do is focus on his voice and the sensation that causes inside you.

And you knew then that it wasn't your finger inside you that made your stomach tense, it was the timbre of his voice, those low vibrations, the way he pronounced certain words, those low and high notes of his speech, and that combined with his lewd words was just irresistible to you. A soft moan escapes you as you shift slightly against him, pressing your back into his chest.

“Keep talking,” you whisper as you move your finger a little faster against your flesh. “Please...”

He seems to pause at your request, then you feel a warm exhale against your cheek as he breathes a throaty laugh. “You like my voice, huh?” he concludes and all you can do is nod. “That's new. Have you always --” He pauses again. “Are you honestly jerking off to my voice right now?” he asks and you blush and bite your lip, but you don't stop moving your finger against yourself.

He laughs softly and tightens his grip on your wrist as he helps you with that motion. “Try adding another finger,” he tells you, his lips brushing against your ear and you shiver deeply. You comply and slip your index finger in with your middle finger, slightly stretching your entrance as you do so. Another moan escapes you. “Push as deep as you can,” he continues in a low whisper that resonates through your entire body. You do what he says and you don't even flinch at the wet squelching sound you create with your movements. “In and out, that's right,” he comments on what you're doing. “Go a little faster, really move those digits. The more friction the better, love.”

You feel your heart pounding inside your chest as you work your hand against your folds, your fingers slipping in and out fast and hard and you can feel your walls clenching around them, certainly reacting to your touch. Your breaths become shallow and you feel your wrist hurting from him holding it and you moving your hand so much, but you keep going.

“Now put your thumb on your clit,” he whispers, seemingly watching you follow his every word. “Pump those fingers and press against your clit and I bet it'll feel even better...” And it does and you almost flinch off his lap if he wouldn't hold you as you feel your thighs twitching when you start rubbing the sensitive nub with every rapid pump motion of your fingers.

You lean your head back against him, breathing louder and harder, your whole body shuddering under the sensation. “You're so good at this,” he tells you and you feel even better. “And I wonder why you never did this before, you're a natural.”

“You... you're... helping...” you whimper breathlessly. You hear him chuckle and then his lips press against your ear.

“Am I?” he whispers with his voice so deep and low that you can only moan more. “And I could tell you anything? And you would still find it... sexy? Hmm,” he hums and you almost lose it right there and then. “Hmm, okay, so, did you know --”

But you never heard whatever he wanted to tell you as your entire body shuddered all over again. You arch your back against him as you buck your hips off his lap and really push your feet into the cushions of the couch when you feel that awful knot tensing up painfully once more before it breaks free with such a force that you let out a cry of pleasure that echoes loudly through the Undercroft. While your hips stutter, you feel something warm and wet coating your hand as you finally still your movements and even press your thighs together before you curl up on his lap, shaking uncontrollably under your release.

He holds you in his arms as you shake and whimper, gently cooing in your ear, and you feel completely spent and very, very happy as you lean against him, smiling tiredly as your eyelids flutter open.

“That was powerful...” he whispers as he meets your eyes with a smirk. “Well done. You even squirted, I'm impressed,” he tells you and you frown at his words, before you loosen your legs and open them once more, only to see a large wet stain on his green trousers.

Despite the sensation still rushing through your body, you basically jump off his lap and hide your face in nothing but pure humiliation as you stand awkwardly in front of the couch, your release still dripping down your legs as you shift on them shakily. “No! Oh no, I'm... I'm so sorry... I didn't --”

He is with you immediately, pulling you into a tight hug and holding you against him. “Shh, it's alright! Don't worry about it! It's completely natural,” he whispers, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “And I can clean that up, no problem. Don't be ashamed! Be proud!”

You issue a strangled noise and bury your burning face in his shirt, your hands clawing at the back of it. It takes you a moment to recover and you feel even sillier over how you've reacted to your mess. “Sorry,” you mumble once more and he shushes you once more.

He even grabs your shoulders and leans you back, looking at you with a serious expression that stuns you for a moment. “Don't apologize,” he whispers and tilts his head. “I wanted you to feel good about yourself, and didn't you feel good just now?”

You swallow and nod almost a little timidly, chewing on your lip.

Sebastian smiles at you. “Then focus on that,” he says and you feel his hands moving down your arms until they hold your waist and pull you closer to him. “And I'm sure you want to feel good again, don't you?”

You take a shuddering breath, unsure if you do. But then he leads you back to the couch, sits down and pulls you onto his soiled lap. You shift a little uncomfortably as he pulls his arms around you and presses your shoulder into his chest. You look at him a little conflicted.

“Hey, cheer up!” he says with a smirk and kisses the top of your head. “And tell me... what do you think about toys?” You frown when he goes back to the topic right away as if nothing has happened. He mistakes your facial expression for confusion and adds: “You know, those phallic things that imitate the real deal? Or other toys you can stuff your pussy with?”

His lewd words make you shiver in slight discomfort and yet they also cause the heat to pool back between your legs immediately. “Haven't thought about those before,” you reply shyly, even though you hold his dark gaze.

“Want to test them out?”

“Do you have stuff like that?” you ask in earnest and surprise, before he chuckles and makes you frown again.

“I'm a wizard, love, I can conjure you anything you desire,” he says with a wink and you blush deeply.

“Perhaps... another time,” you reply eventually. “I... I think I'm good for tonight.”

He watches you closely. “Are you sure? Are you completely frustration-free?”

You consider his question, your eyes wandering over his freckled face. While he waits for your answer, you go back in time and think about your friendship with him. This was still a friendship, right? You have shared so many things, the good and the bad, the worst even, and you were always there for each other. But you have never been this intimate. You've hugged and he's kissed your head a couple of times, tonight included, and he didn't shy away from holding your hand or touching you (appropriately), but you never did the things lovers would do.

And somehow you still didn't consider what has happened tonight to be something like that. He had just helped you, assisted you in relieving the tension that's been troubling you for so long. He's never touched you (inappropriately) himself and you know he wouldn't do that without your permission. And even if the thought of pleasuring yourself right in front of him was still a little daunting to you, you haven't felt too awkward about it because he has made you feel so at ease.

Sitting comfortably on his lap, leaning against his chest, looking into his dark eyes, you suddenly wonder about something else and despite not really wanting to go down that road right now, you just can't shake the thought. So you voice it. “Sebastian?”

“Yes?” he replies, watching you patiently, a gentle smile playing around his lips.

“Why... aren't you my boyfriend?” you ask quietly and for the first time tonight you see him blush. He quickly clears his throat and laughs it off, shaking his head.

“Yes, love, why am I not your boyfriend?” he teases and nudges your shoulder playfully. “Take a guess.”

“Because I chose him or because he was faster in asking me?” you whisper.

You see him clenching his jaw, before he gives you one of his carefree smirks – that you know he uses to hide his deeper thoughts behind. “Both? Honestly, I am happy when you are happy and if you're happy with him --” He pauses then, watching you closely with the smirk slowly fading. “Are you happy with him? If I learned one thing about your beloved boyfriend tonight, it's that he seems to neglect you pretty horribly.”

You inhale sharply. “No, he doesn't! He's really sweet, he just doesn't know any better...” you quickly fall back into defending him.

“And apparently he's unwilling to learn either. Or do you guys just not talk about these things?” he says quietly, his tone a tad too serious for your liking. When you avert your gaze and bite your lip, he exhales loudly. “Of course you don't talk about it! Darling, you have to talk to him if you want to have a better experience! The times are changing, you don't have to take them like they come, you can fight against them, make them better!”

“It's really not that important...” you start quietly, even though you want to agree with him. But some things are always easier said than done.

“Really? It was important enough for you to get so frustrated that you ended up crying in the hallway! I bet he wouldn't like to see you crying either. Talk to him!” he insists, his arms tightening slightly around you. “Or shall I talk to him?”

“No!” you exclaim immediately, staring at him with wide eyes. “Please don't! I --” When you see his smirk, you groan and hit his chest playfully. “Don't even joke about it, okay? He can never find out what... happened here tonight...”

“You know your secrets are safe with me, stop worrying so much!” he says gently and raises a hand to push a strand of your hair out of your forehead. “What we have is special, isn't it? I wouldn't want to jeopardise that.”

“Me neither,” you agree, your eyes boring into his. “Sebastian, I... I want to thank you...” you then start, shifting nervously on his lap.

“No need, love, it's quite alright. I'm always here for you,” he replies, but you shake your head.

“I mean it, let me thank you,” you whisper urgently and he raises an eyebrow.

“What were you thinking of?” he asks then, sounding quite interested in how you want to thank him.

You lick your lips and lean closer until your lips are brushing against his ear for a change. “I...” You blush deeply and inhale sharply, before you lean back and look at him once more. “Listen, don't take this the wrong way. I mean, we've already crossed some lines today, right? So...” Taking another deep breath, you return to whisper into his ear: “I want you to come inside me.”

He grabs your shoulders and stares at you, his lips parted and his eyes wide. “What did you just say?”

You fight the heat overtaking your face and hold your breath when you look at him. “You heard me,” you say and chew on your lips.

“I'm not so sure, to be honest...” he replies quietly, frowning deeply. “Sounded to me as if you --”

“Listen!” You inhale deeply, before you pummel him with your words. “You said it's the best feeling, right? And quite frankly, I want to experience that too for once. So this might also be a selfish request, but also a way of saying thank you for your help tonight...” Staring at him breathlessly, you blink slowly. “What do you say?”

He raises his eyebrows and watches you for a moment, unusually quiet. “Are you sure about this? That would be a major line to cross...” he whispers eventually.

“See it as a service between friends,” you explain with a shy smile.

You see him working his jaw as he looks away slowly, his eyes moving over your exposed legs. His hand moves down to your lower back, teasing under the hem of your shirt, before he lowers it to gently caress the curves of your bare rear. “And we'll still be friends afterwards? Promise?”

You tilt your head. “Of course! Why wouldn't we?”

“What if... that changes things?” he asks quietly, still not looking at you.

“Look at me,” you tell him and reluctantly, he does. “No, really, look at me! I just came all over your blasted trousers! That should have changed things, but it didn't! Not for me. We've been through so much, Sebastian. I think our friendship, or whatever you want to call this, can handle anything!”

He watches you closely, your words slowly bringing the smirk back onto his lips. But you're not done yet.

“And you know? It's only fair that I see you come undone as well, don't you think?” you whisper and smile at him, and despite your confident words and eager attempts to convince him to do that with you, you feel your cheeks burning and your stomach tensing up in anticipation. You might also be dripping onto his trousers some more, but you really don't care any more.

“I suppose,” he replies quietly and you see the tip of his tongue moving over his bottom lip. He smirks wider when he notices where your eyes have wandered. “And you wouldn't consider that cheating? You'd be sleeping with another guy...”

“There will be absolutely no sleeping, okay? Don't you dare fall asleep on me as well! I wouldn't be able to handle it,” you tell him with a hearty laugh.

He chuckles, but you can see a dark shadow crossing his eyes. “No falling asleep, I promise.”

Your eyes move over his face. “You want to do this with me, right? I wouldn't want to... force you or anything.”

His laugh is genuine this time. “You find me a teenage guy who wouldn't want to be forced to have sex!” he says, then clears his throat. “I mean, ugh, you know what I mean!” You see him rolling his eyes as he blushes deeply and you chuckle softly while you raise a hand to rub at his red cheek.

“I want you to feel good too,” you whisper.

“I appreciate that,” he replies, before he tilts his head. “You know, we never even properly kissed and now you expect me to put my cock inside your pussy? That's quite the step we'd be making...”

You almost choke on your own spit when you hear his blunt words before you try to laugh off your shock. “Well... we can also do the steps in between, if it makes you feel better...”

“Well, if I have to,” he mocks your tone and smirks at you, while he extends a hand to cup your face, his long fingers moving into your hair as his thumb caresses your cheek. “Do you want me to kiss you?” he then asks quietly, leaning a little closer.

You look at him, inhaling deeply. “Yes,” you reply without hesitation.

For a moment you just look at each other, each of you weighing the consequences of what is about to happen. But all that flies out the window, or at least your head, when he leans in and presses his lips to yours, gently, softly, testing the waters, and when you kiss him back, he tightens the grip on your face and pulls you towards him, his lips closing around yours eagerly.

You've often imagined kissing Sebastian, or at least for a long while, and you've seen him kissing other girls, but feeling his warm mouth on yours now, with his lips moving confidently against your own and his tongue cheekily slipping into your mouth feels like nothing you could have ever imagined. You are so absorbed in the sensation that you barely notice shifting on his lap until you straddle him, your chest pressed to his as you lean against him, your arms wrapped around his neck as you deepen the kiss almost hungrily.

His hands move down to your hips and even further, and when he starts kneading the soft flesh of your rear, you moan softly into his mouth. He leans back then, watching you out of dark eyes, and you draw a much needed breath. “You really want this?” he whispers equally breathless. You nod and already lean in once more, your lips brushing over his, but he leans back again. “You really want --” You see him clenching his jaw. “You really want me to come inside you?” he says barely audible and you smile at his sudden shyness, or whatever you want to call this kind of hesitation you've certainly never seen from him before.

“Yes,” you breathe against him, your hands finding his face as you hold it firmly. “I want it all. I want you!”

His gaze becomes harder for a moment. “What if I want you too?” he then asks darkly.

You tilt your head and frown, licking your swollen lips. “What do you mean? You have me, right here.”

“What if I... wanted more?” His voice is low, but in a way that causes cold shivers instead of pleasant ones to rush down your spine.

“What are you saying?”

He inhales deeply and then shakes his head, giving you one of his smirks. “Never mind. Forget I said anything,” he then brushes it off and leans in once more to kiss you quickly.

Your turn to lean away. “Sebastian...”

He sighs loudly. “Sorry, I shouldn't have --” You see him closing his eyes for a moment and working his jaw. “This is a service between friends. We are friends, nothing more. You have a boyfriend and I'm just here to help you out when he is too incompetent to treat you right!” He exhales then, leaning his head back against the couch, and rolls his eyes. “Sorry, I mean... I just...” He issues a groan and stays silent.

You grab his face and look at him. He avoids your gaze. “Do you want me to break up with him?” you then ask as straight forward as possible.

His eyes find yours. “I would never ask that of you,” he tells you and even though he sounds sincere, you know better.

“That's not my question,” you whisper.

“Why do you press this so much? Let's just fuck and get it over with!” he grimaces darkly and sits up straighter again, grabbing your waist. “Or not, if you don't want any more because I ruined the mood or something...”

You sigh and roll your shoulders, your thumbs grazing over his cheeks. “Tell me to break up with him,” you say quietly and watch his eyes go wider.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“You don't mean it,” he says quietly, eyeing you closely.

“What if I do? We could do this all the time, without having to hide anything...” you whisper, licking your lips.

“I thought you love him...”

“I love talking to him, spending time with him. The sex, if you want to call it that, was just a... necessity...” you tell him and scoff.

He watches you with dark eyes, his face hard. “What if he doesn't want to talk to you any more... afterwards?”

“His loss,” you say surprisingly indifferently. “I enjoy his presence, but I enjoy yours more,” you tell him with a warm smile.

You see him opening his mouth, ready to say something, make it better or worse, but instead he pushes his lips against yours as he grabs the back of your head and pulls you towards him. You gasp, but quickly lean into the kiss that is much more passionate than before. His words still echo inside your head despite the static trying to push them away and you wonder what if...

He never actually said it, you realize, if he wanted you to break up with your boyfriend, and even though you've seen the signs, you can't be sure. And quite frankly, you are a little apprehensive about making rash decisions while you're still battling your frustrations and basking in the sensations another boy has invoked in you and it wouldn't be fair to -- When you feel Sebastian's tongue pressing against yours demandingly, you focus back on the kiss and for a moment you truly forget about everything.

Your fingers dig into his hair, another thing you've always wanted to do, and you even start grinding your pelvis against him as you kiss him breathlessly. He groans quietly against you, the sound so low and deep it immediately causes a reaction deep within your gut. You grip his hair and wrestle his tongue hungrily, your heart pounding inside your chest. His hands are on your hips, just holding you, but his grip is tight and almost possessive, definitely bruising your skin.

With the last of your willpower (or the urge to breathe) you lean back then and watch him out of half-lidded eyes. “Do you... still want to stick your cock into me?” you ask, blushing from your own whispered words, but also no longer caring about etiquette. He's certainly had a bad influence on you.

Yet he seems just as surprised as you are and issues a short laugh. “Yes,” he eventually says back, breathlessly and with his eyes sparkling mischievously. You smile at him and scoot back on his lap a little as he pushes a hand between your bodies and fumbles with the buttons of his trousers. Watching him eagerly as he finally frees his arousal, you can't help but stare at it for a moment. “You can touch it if you want,” you hear him whisper with a chuckle.

When you look up into his face, you lick your lips and smirk. “I have a better idea,” you whisper back and shift on his lap once more, grabbing his shoulders to pull yourself as close to him as possible before you start moving your pelvis against him, feeling your wet folds sliding over his length as you grind against him slowly.

He immediately gives you the desired reaction and moans deeply, watching you with his eyebrows raised and his lips parted. “Good... idea...” he mutters breathlessly and grabs your waist to assist you in your movements. Together you move in a slow rhythm and you quickly feel your legs shaking and your core burning in pleasure.

Throwing your head back, you gasp and moan softly, before you close your eyes and lean into the sensation. You feel him gripping you tighter, his noises vibrating through you deliciously, before he suddenly grabs the back of your head and pulls your head towards him. Your mouths collide with a smack and after a desperate kiss, he rests his forehead against yours and breathes heavily against your lips. “You wanted me... to come inside you, right?” he whispers deeply.

You open your eyes and look at him, your vision blurry. “Yes...”

“Then please, take me inside already,” he says with a low chuckle. You watch him closely and realize that you are on top and he even confirms your suspicions. “This is your night, love, move at your own pace. Use me as your plaything,” he adds with a smirk.

You lick your lips and try to ignore his word choice for now. Inhaling deeply, you sit back on your knees and look down at his eagerly waiting cock. It's glistening from your slick and those veins bulge quite aesthetically and when you close your hand carefully around his shaft, you give them a light squeeze that causes another moan to fall from his lips.

With another reassuring look into his dark eyes, you lift yourself up and position his precum coated tip against your entrance. Watching you with heavy breaths, he gently massages your waist. Suddenly you feel a little nervous, not about doing it with him or because you think he might not fit, but because you've never been on top, you've never been in charge like this. He seems to sense your worries and reaches one of his hands up and grabs your face, gently caressing your cheek.

“You can do this,” he whispers and it's the sound of his voice that makes you start moving. “Yes, just lower yourself... slowly...” he comments and you bite your lip as you listen to him, your body doing the rest for you. He groans deeply when you feel his tip slipping past your entrance. “You're so tight...” he mutters, inhaling sharply.

You let out a moan and hold onto his shoulders with both hands after you let go of his cock as it slowly disappears inside you. You feel him moving further and further, deeper and deeper, filling you more and more, and the feeling is so new and foreign to you that you feel a deep shudder rushing through your entire body. A little whimper escapes you when you finally bury all of him inside you, and you are both impressed and terrified at the thought.

Breathing heavier, you settle on top of him, your fingers clawing at his shoulders as you try to adjust to his invasion and the sheer length and girth of him. You find him watching you equally breathlessly, his lips trembling slightly and his cheeks redder than you've ever seen them before. You lean in then and try to kiss him, but the motion causes you to move against him and you let out a wince when you feel him pushing so deep he's certainly poking something he probably shouldn't.

He doesn't seem to mind and finishes what you started as he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you closer, kissing you deeply as you let out another gasp. “Does it hurt?” he whispers into your mouth, but you shake your head.

“No, it's just... so new...” you confess and he grimaces darkly before he kisses you again. “But it feels so good...” you add and kiss the corner of his mouth as he gives you another smirk. “Having you all the way in there...” You inhale deeply and bite your lip. “Feels perfect...”

He moves his fingers into your hair and chuckles. “You just wait till we move together,” he whispers and pulls your mouth closer once more. You kiss him hungrily and wait for him to do what he just said, but he doesn't. When you lean back to look at him, he smiles. “I'm your plaything, use me however you like,” he says again, his voice low and sultry.

You chew on your tingling lips, before you grab his shoulders tighter and start leaning up on your knees, slowly raising your rear, feeling your walls clench around his length as if they don't want to part from it. He leans deeper into the couch and watches you, his hands letting go of you to rest on the back of the lumpy furniture piece. He truly lets you do all the work.

And you give your best as you keep moving up, before you move back down with a smack, coaxing a cry and a gasp out of your own throat and a deep moan out of him when he plunges back into you all the way. “Careful,” you hear him whisper with a smirk. “Ease into it,” he tells you and you nod, repeating the motion but a little more deliberate as you move back down on him.

Slowly you find your rhythm and he even starts assisting you as he puts his hands on your waist after all and guides you up and down. Your breaths are shallow and you feel your legs shaking under the exertion, but you keep going, your eyes on his face the entire time. His gaze is just as dark as yours. “Tell me... how it feels,” you whisper in between issuing moan after moan.

He exhales loudly through his nose as he smiles darkly at you. “Amazing,” he groans quietly. “You're so warm and tight... and how deep you can take me feels incredible...” His voice helps you in moving slightly faster now as you feel your insides tightening around him greedily. “Oh yes, you move those hips, love,” he breathes. “Just like that... you really are a natural...”

You bite your lip and move your hand to grab the back of his neck as you place your other hand on his chest, riding him faster and harder with every rapid heartbeat. The slapping of skin against skin and the squeaking of the old couch echo in your ears and fuel your desire to do anything to get that extra bit of friction, that extra scratch you need so badly as you grind your hips, feeling him stretching your walls and moving against those sweet spots. You moan louder and for once you don't care who can hear you.

All you care about is your pleasure and it feels so good and refreshing to have someone allow you to chase it. Even though he seems to really struggle beneath you, his fingers digging into your skin almost painfully as he grunts and groans while you moan and whimper. “Are... are you... close?” you ask, your voice strained and shaking from your continuous motions as you move your entire body against him.

He lets out a deeper grunt and you see him squeeze his eyes shut. “You... first...” is all he utters. You lean closer then, your arms wrapping around his neck as you press your chest against his. Your lips brush over his as you start moving your rear up and down as fast as you can, really leaning into it, and you hear him groan louder and faster as he too wraps his arms around you and holds you close.

You almost lose it right there and then when he starts pushing his hips upwards against you, mirroring your movements and doubling the sensation. Moaning right into his ear as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, you feel your walls clenching more and more despite the rapid movement of his cock sliding in and out of you as he fucks you open relentlessly. Your whimpers grow louder and you cling onto him as if your life depended on it.

“Please,” you hear him whisper hoarsely. “Come for me...”

You move faster, the heat almost unbearable now, and as you hold onto him and he holds onto you, you feel your muscles contracting, your insides convulsing, that sweet tension building and building, and when it finally burst into an explosion of tiny little lights, you cry out loudly, arching your back and sinking your fingernails into his shirt, gasping for air, before you collapse against him, breathlessly and spent, your limbs twitching and your heart ready to jump out of your chest.

Yet he keeps moving his hips against you even faster, the sound of your bodies connecting an obscenely wet one, the couch creaks beneath you, and his groans become louder and louder, until he shudders against you, his arms tightening around you to the point where you can barely breathe, and when he pushes your body hard onto his lap, burying his entire length as deeply as possible, he grunts and stills his movements, and you feel him twitching inside you, before something warm and wet fills you up as he mindlessly pumps his load into you.

You whimper softly as you lean against him, completely exhausted and yet so satisfied like you have never felt before. For a moment, none of you move, it's only the last tremors of your orgasms causing your limbs to twitch occasionally, before you hear him breathing heavily into your neck as he pushes his lips against your damp skin and kisses it lazily. “You're amazing...” he hums and you shudder deeply at the sound and sensation. “That was... amazing...”

You move your shaking fingers into his hair and gently caress his scalp, your breaths still shallow but not as frantic any more. “You... too...” you whisper quietly. “Thank you...”

He chuckles softly at that, his voice hoarse and strained as he speaks. “No, thank you. It really is the best feeling, you know?” He shifts beneath you and you gasp softly as he pushes his hips upwards once more. “Can you feel it? How warm and cosy it feels?” You nod your head, hoping he'll notice it. “I almost want to stay like that forever,” he continues quietly, his breath ghosting your ear, causing goosebumps to ripple over your heated skin. “You're the perfect fit...”

You breathe against him, fighting the thoughts pushing through your cloudy mind. Before you can help it, you feel a tear dropping from your lashes and a sob falling from your lips.

“Are you alright?” he asks immediately, loosening his grip on your body, but you keep clinging onto him, not wanting to face him right now. “Does it hurt? Shall I pull out?”

“No,” you say firmly. “I'm okay, don't move...” You feel him rubbing your back soothingly, his touch warm and comforting, and yet it causes more tears to roll down your cheeks. “I wish we --”

Suddenly he presses his lips against your ear, his breath hot on your skin and his voice vibrating through your head so intensely, it stops any ongoing thoughts instantly. “Please break up with him,” he whispers.

It's these words and his low voice and the need behind it that makes you lean back eventually. Ignoring the slight jab of pain as you shift on top of him, you look at him and his face is as flushed as yours feels. His eyes are dark, yet pleading, his lips parted and trembling. You reach out a hand to caress his cheek and push a wild strand of his messy hair out of his forehead, before you lean in and gently press your lips to his.

You'd be a fool if you'd ignore his request now. It wasn't just the amazing sex and all those moments before, it was the promise behind his words to treat you like this for as long as you'd let him. And how could you ever say no to those puppy-dog eyes? You chuckle at the thought and lean back, meeting his puzzled gaze. “I will,” you then tell him, as simple as that, and his reaction couldn't warm your heart more.

The smile spreads over his entire face, making those dimples pop and his eyes sparkle, and then he wraps his arms tighter around you, pulls you against him once more and kisses the side of your face with a happy chuckle. You laugh against him, relishing the warmth that courses through your entire body. And you know from that moment forwards that you need him to come inside you every blasted time.

Because it truly is the best feeling.

End notes: Breeding kink activated! He's converted another one!

And speaking of kink: that voice kink, right? Confession time: I cannot stop listening to Sebastian saying "forgotten", the way he pronounces that word is just *chef's kiss* to me! (I have it bookmarked, see link above... And even though it's the scene where he's angry with us, I cannot help but melt away at the sound of it XD)

On another note: With Kinktober over, what are we calling November? Because uh, no, I will not participate in No-Nut-November, excuse me? Our boy can't handle that! So Smutvember? Lovember?

While I wrote this I was imagining who that useless but sweet boyfriend would be - and while I have some ideas, I'd like to hear yours! Who do you think would be a great guy to talk to, but would be utterly useless in bed?

MASTERLIST - KINKTOBER - AO3

[rebelliousstories]

That’s My Wife

Relationship: Luke Alvez x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Warnings: Angst, Descriptions of Violence, Fluff

Word Count: 3,662

Main Masterlist: Here

Criminal Minds Masterlist: Here

Part Two: Coming Home

Summary: When the team gets called in on a case, an interesting revelation comes out about the newbie.

Khalil Gibran once said, “If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.”

“What do we know?” Emily was in a mood today, and it was not one to mess with. Having just got off the phone with the director of the FBI, she was frantic in finding out what was going on.

“Earlier today, as in two hours ago, there were reports of a bank robbery in progress. But the M.O. is what caught our attention.” Garcia responded, clicking the remote to activate the tv in the round table room. As the other agents filed in, they were met with a horrifying sight.

Animal masked robbers were parading around the lobby. A lion, a tiger, a wolf, and a shark were present. They waved guns around without a care in the world, and kept their finger on the trigger. Shark took off and began to stuff money into his bags, while the other three kept their eyes on the groups of people they were holding hostage. Everyone was analyzing and scrutinizing every frame of the video feed.

“What bank?” Luke asked, keeping his eyes on the feed.

“Three Ring bank in downtown D.C.” Penelope responded, looking around in confusion.

Without a warning, the agent took off to the bullpen silently. He pulled out his phone and was shocked to see a voicemail in his inbox waiting for him. Luke answered the call and just listened.

“Hey baby. I know you’re probably at work, but I am finally home from tour. I was gonna keep it a secret and surprise you tonight, but I just couldn’t wait. Go catch those bad guys, baby. I’m goin’ to the bank and then goin’ to see our baby at home. I love you, sugar. Go be a superhero.”

His fist clenched as he lowered the phone from his ear. Luke turned and was surprised by Emily standing directly behind him.

“Is everything alright?” She asked, despite knowing the answer to her question. The agent took a moment before he responded.

“Our bank is Three Ring. Specifically, we go to Three Ring in downtown.” Luke whispered, rubbing his hands over his face. Emily held an understanding look on her face as she processed the information.

“Is there anything I can do?” Getting her phone out, she listened and read her text at the same time.

“Just don’t take me off of this case. I need to find her.” Prentiss nodded her head and set a hand on his shoulder.

“Go find a quiet, empty room. Clear your head and get all of your frustrations out. Then I want you back in the round table room and getting to work.” Turning on her heel, she left Luke and trusted he would do what she instructed.

“What have you got, Garcia?” Emily marched in to her lair with determined voice and step.

“Um, so I was looking in to who I could identify on the video feed. Now these guys have been staring at a woman, just one in particular. So I did my usual sleuthing into this mystery woman that seems to have their attention and-”

“Get on with it, Pen.”

“Of course,” she readjusted her glasses, and started again. “This woman is the girl behind the concert we went to last month, Amour Yen. And doing some additional digging I found out her name, address, phone you name it. Maybe we can use it?” The colorful analyst rambled.

“Bring up her driver’s license photo again, and shoot it over to my phone, please.” Emily left shortly afterwards. Everyone was tense and on edge as they tried to find out who the men in masks were, but the unit chief only had one job she needed to do. The ping came through, and she searched the sixth floor empty rooms until she found Alvez sitting in a chair, with his head in his hands. Prentiss closed the door which made the agent look up.

“This is her?” Her tone was soft, as she showed him the DMV photo on her phone. Luke nodded without a word, and bowed his head once more.

“We will get her out safely, Luke. But you need to tell them. We think she’s being targeted.” The agent lifted his head abruptly, and made his way to the round table room. Emily followed close behind, and signaled for everyone else to join them. She shot off a text to Garcia, and was met with the whole team upon entering the room. Shutting the door, Emily addressed everyone first.

“Before we continue our investigation, and get our feet on the ground at the bank, there is something that needs to be revealed as Garcia has pointed out that a specific woman seems to be targeted.” She gave way for Luke to pick up.

“I’ve kept something from the team and I can’t do it anymore. The woman in the video is my wife.” There was a pause as the secret was finally out.

“Is that why her last name is Alvez on her license?” Penelope asked, breathless from the information and fear of her team’s family being targeted. Luke nodded before he continued.

“We keep it a secret and keep it on a need to know basis because of my job. The only person who knew before this was Emily, but that was because I had to list her as my emergency contact. Even when I was in the Fugitive Task Force, we kept it close so that no one could use us against each other. If she is being targeted, it’s because of me.”

“We’ll start by digging into Luke’s background with the FTF, then with the BAU. Garcia, I need everything you can find everything you can about his wife. We need to figure out what we’re up against. Rossi, I want you, Reid, and Simmons with the mobile command center in downtown. Let’s get to it everyone.” As the team dispersed, Luke tried to follow the team going downtown only to be stopped by Emily.

“Please, I need to go make sure she’s okay, Prentiss.” Luke pleaded, watching helplessly as the three men left for the SUVs.

“I said I wouldn’t take you off of the case, even though it is protocol. But I will not have you in the field. You’re going to be more useful to us, and to her, here. Now help us figure out who these people are.” She redirected him to go back to the round table room, and begin sifting through his career.

~

“Keep your heads down!” Lion shouted, waving his pistol around as people whimpered. Huddled with another woman, determined eyes were assessing the whole situation. She twisted her wedding ring around on its chain around her neck while trying to remember what her husband taught her. There were only four men that she counted, and one entrance and exit. Sirens were already outside, which coupled with the entry and exit point predicament, it meant one thing; everyone in this building were trapped together.

Keeping her breathing in check, her hand reached into her pocket, and tried to type discreetly.

Sierra. Oscar. Sierra. Alpha - Delta.

“What the hell are you doing?” A voice startled the phone back in her pocket, and she looked up. Tiger was pointing a gun to her.

“What’s in your pocket?” Reaching her hand back in, she wrapped it around the object and pulled it out to show him.

“Candy? Really?” He asked, not convinced.

“I have blood sugar issues. I keep snacks on me to help regulate it.” She replied, holding the hard candy out for him to take. Tiger snatched it from her hand and slipped his mask up just enough to plop the candy in his mouth. What he did not see, was that she was staring intently at his face at an identifying mark. A long scar on his cheek. Tiger turned around and she hurriedly ducked her head to send another text.

Scar. Tiger.

“What are you doing?” A woman next to her asked. Mrs. Alvez saw the wedding ring on her finger.

“My husband is FBI.” She whispered. “What’s your husband’s name?”

“Frank.” They kept their voices down as they spoke.

“Mine’s is Luke. We’re going to go back to them, okay? They haven’t removed their masks which is a good sign.” A buzz rattled her hand causing her to look down.

Roger. Head down. Romeo, Romeo, Sierra responding. At King Arthur.

The wave of relief at knowing that Luke’s teammates were coming to help her made her relax just a bit. All she could hope for now was that they would get in before the team of robbers dropped their masks and started shooting.

~

“Just got a text from my wife. She says that the one in the tiger mask has a scar.” Luke walked over to where Garcia was remotely set up at the round table. “Can you search the feed for anywhere that man might have a scar?”

“Of course. Yes. I can do that.” As Garcia worked, Luke watched her efforts on the big tv screen behind them. The tape was rewinding, and rewinding before he intervened.

“Wait, wait, wait. There. Stop.” Penelope followed the order. “There. Do you see it?”

“Yeah. He takes something from her hand and slips it in his mouth.” The tech analyst was confused as she tried to think of reasons, but Luke breathed out a sigh of relief.

“She keeps candy in her pocket for her blood sugar. But I taught her, in a situation like this, she needs to try and find identifying marks on unsubs. Look for men who were put away for armed robbery with a pronounced scar on their faces. Look in neighboring states as well.” Luke turned back to the files as the woman worked beside him.

~

A big black SUV rolled up on the scene, and out popped three agents already dawning their FBI issued Kevlar vests. Rossi walked forward and went to the command center lead, while the other two trailed behind him.

“You must be captain Romanov. SSA’s Rossi, Reid and Simmons with the BAU. Have there been any demands?” He shook hands with the police captain.

“Not yet. Your guys just finished setting everything up, and helping my guys secure the area. We have access to the security cameras inside, but there has been no contact.” She explained, showing them around. Rossi assumed his position next to the phone box and casted his eyes towards the bank.

“Well, let’s see what we can make happen. Is this tapped in?” With a conformation, he pressed dial.

~

A shrill ring sounded through the bank. Everyone looked around for the source of the noise, but no one could see it clearly. That was, until, Lion stalked over to a phone that was behind the tellers booth. He yanked the phone off of its resting place, and held it against his ear.

“Hello? Who is this?”

“This is SSA David Rossi. Who am I speaking to?” the man on the other end chuckled as he looked out to the room.

“You can call me Leon.” He answered.

“Okay Leon. What do you say to letting the hostages go? You don’t have to go through with this.” David tried to reason with him.

“No. I don’t think so. There’s some pretty special ones in here that we need.” Leon looked over to the rest of the people around him. His eyes stopped briefly on a woman that his brother stopped by earlier. Shark was trying to find an alternative way out, while Wolf and Tiger were managing the people.

“Is there anything that you want? Something that I can get you?” Rossi asked, looking towards his two other agents.

“We want a way out of here. Call off the cops, call off the feds, and let us go free.” Leon was starting to get agitated the longer he was on the phone.

“I will see about what I can do, but you know that won’t be easy.” The agent was being real, and really hoped that the man with the gun would not use it.

“Tell you what, you call your buddies off, and I don’t kill everyone in here. Deal?” A dull tone rang through as the phone was hung up on Leon’s side. Rossi looked around to his teammates and suddenly had an idea.

“This doesn’t sound like he’s going to follow through. Murder is not in the M.O. but someone inside might. Matt, you and Reid try and find groups of four that commit armed bank robberies. This isn’t their first rodeo.”

~

Luke marched into Emily’s office with a file and determination. Tara was in there with the unit chief helping her sift through his career.

“Found the man in the tiger mask.” The file plopped down onto the woman’s desk.

“Theodore Jameson. Served five years for a job he did with his twin brother back in 2010. Got a nasty cut from the botched job. The clerk of the store they were trying to rob got him with some broken glass from a window. It healed over into that jagged scar that we saw on the tape. I was the one that put them away. One of the men has to be his brother, Leonard.” Luke explained, feeling accomplished.

“Good work. But who are the other two? And which one is which?” Tara complimented.

“Tiger is Theodore so Leonard has got to be the Lion. Now we need Wolf and Shark. Have Garcia see if there are any connections in or out of prison.” Emily commented, handing the file back to Luke who took off to do the work.

~

“Come on man. We need a way out of here.” Leonard commented, badgering Shark.

“I’m trying man. Give me a minute.” He replied, disappearing again. Wolf sat at a table and kept quiet as he observed the place. This entire operation had gone to hell.

“Where is the woman? Where is she?” Leonard barked looking around, scrutinizing everyone from behind his mask.

“I’m looking for a woman with the last name Alvez. Where are you?” He yelled. From his right, a woman stood up, however this was not the one he was looking for.

“I’m Sofia Alvez.” She whimpered, standing on shaking legs. But Leonard just scoffed and waved her over with the hand with the gun. Sofia walked over and was practically shaking in fear. He brought his hand up and pistol whipped the woman. It did not kill her, but rather knocked her out cold. Shaking his head, he looked around to see who else was here.

“I’m bored, Leon.” Theodore commented as he waved his gun around. Without a warning or word, the man grabbed a random man and shoved him towards the glass doors. The entire police and FBI forces were on edge as they watched what was unfurling. A bullet planted itself in between the man’s eyes and he slumped forward. Screams erupted throughout as everyone was startled by the display. Theodore laughed as he stalked around. His mask muffled some of his words but everyone he got close to understood what he was saying.

“Eeny meeny, miny moe.”

~

Garcia shuffled her way into the round table room with an excited air about her. The remaining BAU members gathered around, and patched in the three that were at the bank.

“Okay, so you asked for any connections that would be relevant and I found it.” Pulling two additional pictures up on the big screen, the colorful analyst began.

“So when the Jameson twins were serving their five in the Virginia corrections facility, they were block mates with another set of twins. This time they were serving ten for pleading guilty to involuntary manslaughter after their last job ending in the store clerk being dead. I now present to you Wulfric and Samson Mitchell.” They were drawn to the tv once more.

“Yeah, I remember that case,” came Luke’s voice. “They claimed they were doing the robbing out of necessity and claimed that because they came from a trailer park that the judicial system was prejudiced.”

“So we know who they are. What’s our plan Rossi?” Emily called over the phone.

“They’ve already killed one person. Unsure about anyone else. But we’re trying to establish more contact.” He explained, keeping his eyes aware all around.

“Do we know who was killed?” Luke pleaded urgently.

“It’s not her, Luke.” Garcia confirmed, looking through her screen at the camera. He peered over her shoulder and let out a sigh of relief to see she was telling the truth.

“Rossi, get him on the phone and see if we can break them up. Penelope, give us a full blue print of the bank. I want to know every square inch of the place.” Prentiss ended the call, and delegated the rest of the team to finding out everything they could about the two sets of twins.

~

“Where are you? I know you’re in here.” Tiger sing-songed as he walked through the lobby waving his gun. When his eyes landed on her, he smiled behind his mask. Stalking forward, he grabbed Mrs. Alvez by her shirt and hauled her to her feet.

“Oh, hello pretty lady. I knew you would be here today.” The man got right in her face, and brought her over to a chair where he dropped her down without grace. “Stay.”

Watching him walk away, she realized that she was in view right in front of the window. She turned and tried to see if she could flag down the uniforms outside.

“Leo! Look at who we have here!” He called out, grabbing his brother’s attention. Leonard came around and laid his eyes on the woman in the chair.

“I think it is high time we have us a little reunion.” Leonard sneered as he neared the woman. Her nerves were going haywire as she realized that they were closing in on her.

~

Piling in to the SUVs, Luke was furious. These criminals had laid their hands on his wife, and they were going to pay for it. His vest was strapped on tightly, and his firearm was ready.

“How would they know that she was your wife if even the team didn’t know?” Tara pointed out as they drove on.

“She’s a public figure. They could’ve stalked her, or me. Or any variation of the two. Let me get Garcia on the phone.” They turned the corner and parked right as Penelope answered the call.

“Oracle is ready and willing. Whatcha need?” She answered somewhat chipper, but people could tell that it was a flimsy cover.

“Garcia, I need you to track her social media, phone calls, emails, anything. Looking for repeat offenders, text that were deleted or weird phone calls. Anything.” He stated, waiting impatiently with the rest of his team.

“Okay. Don’t know exactly what I’m looking for but…”

“But what Penelope?” Luke was getting fed up with this whole day.

“There’s an account called ‘tigerted’ and it has visited her social medias everyday for the past six months which just so happens to be the same amount of time that all four of the men inside of that bank have been released.” She whimpered.

“Garcia, look into any robberies in the last six months in surrounding states. What’s their endgame?” Matt asked, hands on his hips while they waited.

“I’m not sure,” she started, “they’ve never been around long enough to be caught. They’ve always been in and out with insanely good precision.”

“That’s not going to work, Penelope. Give us something to work with.” Luke growled, pacing back and forth with his phone in his hand.

“I’m trying to help but I have nothing in their previous jobs.” Tears of frustration were starting to build up and push over.

Before anyone else could respond, the phone rang from inside. Rossi held up a finger, and got the phone answered.

“Hello?”

“Agent Rossi, my partner has already killed one person. Who else are you going to let die before you let us go, huh?” The voice of Leon answered.

“Leon, who killed the victim? Was it Wulfric? Samson? Theodore?” There was silence over the other end of the phone.

“Leonard, you can end all of this right now if you let the hostages go, and you put down the weapons.” Rossi reasoned, but the sinking feeling in his gut was not helping.

“You know who we are?” Leonard asked, sounding out of breath.

“We know that you and your brother were put away by one of our teammates, and that you met Wulfric and Samson in prison. This is the first time you have ever been caught and cornered and you need to ask why. Somebody betrayed you, Leonard. It’s time to give it up.” There was more silence. It took a minute before someone finally spoke, after some commotion on the other end of the line.

“There’s no giving it up.” Dial tone greeted the BAU as they watched each other for a minute.

~

Theodore hung up the phone and pranced around the lobby. He removed his mask, which prompted Leonard to do the same.

“They know who we are. Including how we work. They know who we all are.” Leonard spoke, sounding like he was in disbelief.

“So what? No more hiding now bro. Now, we get to have some fun with her.” Theodore waved his gun to where the woman was sitting. She was still watching everyone with skeptical eyes as they moved about. Wulfric, who was sitting partially on a desk, removed his mask when the other two did, yet remained silent.

“You are just gorgeous. Don’t know how that man ever landed you.” As he grew closer, Theodore raised his gun with his finger on the trigger, and fired.

Bang

[mediocre-writerr]

hi!! i absolutely loved sparks, it was PERFECT and for sure the best maddy imagine in this app

so i would like to request a maddy x fem!reader based on style by taylor swift where maddy is "you got that long hair slicked back white tshirt" and reader is "and i got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt"

and reader is like, a cute sweet good girl and everyone thinks she's and angel so when she shows up dating the maddy perez everyone is shocked but they don't really care and just a looot of pda and maddy likes to keep her hands around reader waist all the time and tease her about the skirts she wear saying it is for her

well, thanks for reading and i really like your writing <3

style [maddy perez]

summary: you've always had that good girl faith, maddy perez just happens to be the opposite of that. it's the perfet combo

warnings: some explicit language, underage drinking, and allusions to smut

pairings: maddy perez x fem!reader

mediocre author's note: hey guys! this request has been sitting in my inbox for over a year now...i apologize dearly lol! but it's out now and i hope you enjoy. slowly, but surely getting through all of these requests so please be patient with me. love you all!

Whispers bounced off the lockers and classrooms in East Highland High School. Ever since Maddy Perez finally and officially moved on from Nate Jacobs, rumors have been spreading about who has captivated her heart.

“Y/N, are you going to the party tonight?” Lexi asked you as you put your books in your locker.

A laugh interrupted your answer, “Y/N? Go to a party?” Kat said as she continued to laugh, “Lexi, you’re one of the smartest people I know, but that was such a dumb question,” 

“Ha ha, very funny, but as a matter of fact, I am going to the party tonight,” you answered, shutting the locker behind you. 

“Oh my gosh, is Hell freezing over?” Kat continued to tease and you rolled your eyes playfully, “If Hell is freezing over does that mean we can finally meet your new boyfriend Maddy?” 

“Yeah, I don’t understand why you won’t just tell us! We’re your best friends!” Cassie added on as all of you made your way towards the parking lot.

Maddy just shrugged with a small smirk on her face, “It’s fun keeping you all on your toes, besides, keeping it a secret makes the sex a lot hotter,” she whispered the last sentence, shooting the group a wink, “Bye girls! I’ll see you tonight!” 

As you part ways with the other girls, you pull your phone out of your pocket: Kat and Cassie are going to lose their minds because of you. 

You watched as the three dots quickly popped up without missing a beat: And? They can keep thinking all they want, it’ll make the reveal even better. 

Very true. You replied before quickly typing up another text, You think the sex is hotter because we keep it a secret?

Our sex is always hot, baby ; ) I’ll see you at midnight xxx  A warm flush appeared on your face at the simple words, as you started your car to begin your drive home. 

You and Maddy had been dating for about four months now. What started out as a drunk hookup turned into something way more.

It was different than Maddy expected. Her expectations for relationships and love in general were washed down the drain after her toxic cycle with Nate. She always believed that she wasn’t built for a normal relationship. She always thought that she had to fight and argue for a relationship to be exciting. 

That wasn’t the case with you. Maddy tried to pick a fight with you once, but you quickly shut it down. You reassured her that she doesn’t have to prove that she is something she’s not. The Maddy you knew and were falling in love with was nothing like the girl who was dating Nate Jacobs. She was worried that it would bore her, but it didn’t. Your soft touches and reassuring words made her feel like she was falling in love with you over and over again. 

You were pulled out of your homework when your phone buzzed: I’m outside xxx 

Quietly, you tiptoed out of your room and downstairs to the backdoor, making sure to keep it unlocked so you can sneak back in after. Maddy was leaning against the passenger door as her headlights were off, causing her already dark car to seem much darker.

“Is that the Maddy Perez wearing a plain white t-shirt?” you asked, smirking as she smiled at your words.

She wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you into her, humming in response, “I love this tight little skirt you’re wearing baby,” she said before moving to whisper in your ear, “You look so gorgeous. I am debating if I should keep you all to myself tonight,” 

You bit your lip, lifting her chin up so your eyes could meet, “That would ruin the fun tonight, don’t you think? How about we make our little appearance and then you can take me home and we’ll have our own fun?” 

“Deal,” she whispered, nipping at the sweet spot on your neck. 

Maddy opened the door for you before quickly getting into her seat to drive to McKay’s. She rested her hand on your thigh, as she drove down the suburban streets. 

Her gaze lingering on your skirt or your tight crop top. The red light illuminated on the two of you as she came to a stop. You leaned over the middle console, guiding her face to look at you. Your lips brushing over hers as you spoke, “Keep your wild eyes on the road,” Maddy let out a groan as you fell back onto the passenger seat. 

“Has anyone seen Maddy? I know she loves to be fashionably late, but she’s even later than usual,” Kat asked.

“Y/N’s not here yet either,” Lexi added on. 

You smirked to yourself as you heard them talk, “Sorry I’m late guys, I was doing homework and completely lost track of time,” 

“We were starting to think that you would pull a no show again,” Kat added on with a smirk lingering her face before her jaw dropped, “Is that Maddy?”

“In a plain white t-shirt?” Cassie chimed up equally as shocked as the brunette. 

“Oh wow. I mean I’ve seen her wear my shirts before, but this is so fucking hot,” you winked at all of them before making your way towards your girlfriend. 

Maddy smirked at you before wrapping her arms around your waist. Her lips finally meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You tugged her closer to you before smiling into it. 

“Y/N and Maddy?” Cassie breathed out.

“No fucking way,” Kat whispered.

Lexi rolled her eyes at the two, “You guys really had no idea? It was obvious,” 

You and Maddy finally pulled away as you approached your friends. Cassie and Kat still needed time to pick their jaws up from off the floor, “What happened, Kat? Close your mouth, sweetheart, you’ll catch flies,” you finally tease the girl back. 

“I’m sorry, but what the fuck?” Kat admitted, “Y/N! You’re one of those good girls that everyone always talks about. You’re with Maddy Perez?!”

“Am I not a good girl, Kat?” Maddy faked pouted. 

You chuckle, kissing her cheek softly, “Trust me Kat, Maddy is a very good girl,” you wink at her and everyone in the circle gags jokingly except for Maddy who just tightens her hand around your waist, leaving an open mouthed kiss on your neck. “Plus, you know what they say every good girl has a thing for the bad guy.” 

[starfinss]

Thanks for answering my ask!😊 i do have request/suggestion involving Cyno haha, what about a 🍋 scenario where Cyno, Al Haitham and a character of your choice get accidentally hard from having their S/O innocently sit on their lap? They try to hide it but they fail.. 🙈 if that would be alright with you!

This has been in my inbox for literal months, I am SO sorry.

I’ve been planning a trip abroad, plus I’ve had no ideas for this prompt until like an hour ago when I was playing Genshin and thinking of story ideas. Anyway, sure, I’ll write that. The character of my choice will be Lyney, because I’m working on his build right now and I’ve been sort of drafting a fic for him while I’m writing the Jing Yuan fic.

As always, let me know if any of you want full fics from this.

—𝘚𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘓𝘢𝘱𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴.

— 𝘈𝘭𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮

— Unless you’re at home together, I doubt Alhaitham would let you sit on his lap for this very reason.

— Alhaitham is a man who lives my the rules of logic, and while I won’t say he hasn’t fucked you on his desk at work, he’d call those ‘momentary lapses in judgement.’

— Not that he didn’t enjoy them, though.

— He’s the type who likes to do things where the chances of being caught are low. He likes to draw things out, doing everything he can to make you feel good. And so, he prefers to engage in activity like this in the comfort of your bedroom.

— So, in instances like this, if you were to convince him to let you sit in his lap while you waited for him to finish up his work after everyone was home for the night, he might give in, just a little bit.

— Really, you just wanted to be close to him, maybe close your eyes for a while. He loves closeness as much as the next person, being near to the one you love is always nice.

— The risk of being seen in such a compromising position is low, which is a plus, and he gets to feel your warmth against his body as he finishes what he has to do for the day.

— But then you shift forward, nuzzling closer, and your body rubs against his just right, and oh Archons, he doesn’t have time for this.

— The way your body settles so perfectly over him makes his mind scatter to anything and everything besides work. The friction as you rearrange yourself against him is enough to make him feel like he’s going crazy.

— He hides it well, though. Alhaitham is good at keeping a blank face.

— As casually as he can, he shifts you back so you’re away from his growing erection, because he has to finish this paperwork before he leaves, and you’re so maddeningly distracting.

— But that doesn’t go unnoticed. You look up at him quizzically, and when you’re met with a blank stare, you shift back to where you were most comfortable, just to see his reaction.

— He sets his jaw, breath catching as he stiffens, unable to hide the way his body reacts to yours as you realize why he moved you away.

“Did I make you hard?” You whisper, a little surprised, “I didn’t even do anything.”

A quiet scoff as he looks at you fully, his self-restraint beginning to fray. Damn you for always having this effect on him.

“It’s kind of hard not to with you practically grinding against me.”

A sly smile overtakes your face, the innocent desire to hold him replaced with something much more lascivious.

“Would you like some help with that, Mister Acting Grand Sage?”

— Lips collide, and you end up bent over the desk as he holds you in place by your hips, the office filled with the sound of skin on skin and his low, pleasured groans as he fucks you, deep and hard, just the way he knows you like it.

— Needless to say, that paperwork didn’t end up getting done that night.

— 𝘊𝘺𝘯𝘰

— Like Alhaitham, I don’t think Cyno would really allow such a thing unless the two of you were alone in your own home.

— He doesn’t like breaking rules or doing things that could be seen as unbecoming, especially not in public.

— It’s because of the fact that he most likely wouldn’t engage in that sort of thing in public that I also doubt he’d try and hide it.

— In his eyes, things tend to be rather black and white, and he separates your sex life together from everyday life. He associates you sitting in his lap with other more improper thoughts that he shouldn’t be distracted by when he’s working or out of the house.

— It doesn’t change just how much he loves you, and even in daily life he expresses that in other ways.

— This is getting long winded and stupid but I want this to be interesting and not just “he’s reading a book and you’re in his lap,” which I could very easily do.

— I sure am a writer. Also this idea is stupid, but it’s also fun. I will probably write a full fic for it.

— But, anyway, the point I was making is, if you were to accidentally end up in his lap, then because of that association between you being that close and sexual activity, he might end up getting hard rather easily.

— While tracking a fugitive scholar together, the two of you end up being forced to fight when a group of Eremites come through, and the ensuing scuffle catches the attention of a herd of Sumpter Beasts.

— You and Cyno are confined into a small hiding space, and because of the limited amount of room, you’re forced to straddle him.

— You, of course, are wriggling around, trying to get comfortable in the awkward position, and it’s when you finally settle down onto his lap and he catches you by the waist to keep you from fully resting against him that you realize what has happened.

— He’s not meeting your eyes, simply looking out through the gaps in the rocks to watch the herd of beasts go by, but you can see his jaw tighten when you shift forward and out of his grip. When you move your hips down, a hand shoots out to still you with a grip that is nearly bruising.

“Stay still.”

— You’re a little surprised, he’s usually able to keep that sort of thing under control fairly well, but in retrospect, you can’t really blame him with all the moving around you were doing.

“Sorry,” you croak, suddenly mortified, “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know you didn’t mean to,” he says, “my body simply responded to the stimulation. It is always a possibility in such close quarters. Just stay still, please.”

— The rocks are digging into your knees, and despite his warning, you still try and shift for some relief, as slowly as you can, but he’s getting harder, and you can feel his hands scrambling for a grip on your hips and waist, and when he looks at you, the glint in his eyes is equal parts pleading and haggard.

— Slowly, teasingly, you roll your hips, and his head falls back against the wall of rocks behind it, eyes fluttering closed as you grind against him, the way he’s holding you so flush against him making the friction ever better.

“We shouldn’t,” he says, though his own protest sounds unconvincing as his voice drops several octaves lower, rough with lust, and especially so when his hips rise to press you even closer.

“Then why aren’t you stopping me?” You ask, wanting so badly to kiss him, and instead of answering you, he catches the back of your head, crushing your mouth against his.

— The buttons of your shirt are undone, his mouth is on your breasts as you fumble for the front of his shorts, struggling to get your own off, and he simply moves your panties aside after you’ve wrestled out of your clothing before yanking you down, stuffing you full of his thick cock.

— Your cries of pleasure are lost among the hoof beats of the Sumpter Beasts on the path above, and you share heated breath as you ride him, his hand on your waist to guide you along the length of his cock.

— His head dips down to watch where he disappears inside of you, and you feel his grip tighten on your body, feel him twitch inside of you, making you whimper.

— He’s sure to make you cum first, his thumb on your clit, muttering sweet filth into your skin as you come undone above him.

— You end up in that ravine longer than you excepted, if you couldn’t tell.

— 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘺

— Unlike the two others, I don’t think Lyney would be as private.

— A conversation with my good friend Paprika made me realize that Lyney is probably the type of guy who goes for what he wants, and if he was interested in someone, he’d likely just show that interest without beating around the bush.

— So I wouldn’t be surprised if he invited his s/o to sit on his lap, just casually, no matter where they were.

— It’s not even sexual, really, he just likes being close to the ones he loves, and you’re no exception. He loves holding you.

— He’s very romantic, too, I’d say. He knows just what to say to get you all weak in the knees. He loves you so much. The poor guy doesn’t have many people in his life who have shown him the love that you have, and he absolutely cherishes you.

— He’d even buy out all the seats in one of the upper boxes of the Opera Epiclese, just to have you all to himself, able to hold you close and tell you just how much he adores you in the dark of the grand auditorium.

— But he’s only human, and if you were to move just right while sitting in his lap, he’s going to have a reaction.

A soft chuckle tickled your ear in the silence, and you felt Lyney’s hands on your waist, gently holding you in place.

“Stay still, please, darling.”

— He wouldn’t really try and hide it, it’s kind of hard to when you’re right there.

— He’d bite back a gasp as you shift again, almost teasing him, shooting you a warning look.

“Can I help with that?”

A soft laugh, slightly strained. “And how would you do that?”

You pressed a kiss to the curve of his jaw. “Can I show you?”

He kisses your forehead. “As long as it’s quiet. We wouldn’t want to disturb the other patrons, would we?”

— You slip down from his lap and to the floor, where you kneel, between his knees. He’s seated in the farthest chair in the box, well hidden from sight if anyone were to look his way. You wouldn’t even be visible from that vantage point.

— He realizes what you’re doing and shifts his legs farther apart to accommodate you, and when you palm him through his slacks, you get the pleasure of watching the way his jaw tightens, breath drawn in sharply through his nose.

— You make short work of his belt and zipper, and he shifts his hips to let you tug his underwear down just enough to free his dick.

— He curses quietly when you wrap your hand around him, and when you begin to slowly stroke, his head tips back against the chair.

— When your mouth presses against his tip, you feel one gloved palm against the back of your head, urging you forward, lacing into your hair when you take him into your mouth.

— You feel him twitch against the roof of your mouth as you begin to bob your head, slow and steady, almost teasing, and you can hear him gasp softly above you, see him clamp one hand over his mouth as you watch him through your lashes.

— His grip tightens on your hair, groans muffled by the hand over his mouth, and you squeeze your thighs together, letting yourself moan around him, low and soft, and that’s enough to make his hips buck against your mouth. You know you’ll pay for that when you got home.

— You speed up, and his hand fists into your hair, desperate for any kind of purchase at all, and you hardly mind, especially when it leads to him shifting forward in his seat, forcing you to take more of him, gently guiding you back, only to fill your mouth once more.

— You loosen your throat and let him take control, using your mouth as he pleases, simply content with watching the way his face twists in pleasure, teeth digging into his knuckles as he tries desperately to stay quiet, and you can tell he’s close from the way he’s leaking into your mouth, his thighs shaking, grip growing borderline painful.

— He cums hard, gushing down your throat, and it’s a wonder he stays quiet during his climax, the effort of it all clearly taking a toll on him as you watch involuntary frustrated tears bead at the corner of his eyes and catch in his pale lashes.

— You pull off as he softens, licking your lips and making a show of swallowing, something he watches with heavy-lidded, hungry eyes.

— Cheekily, you settle back into the seat with him after he tucks himself away again, careful to avoid bumping against him.

— Yeah, you didn’t end up getting much sleep after you got home that night.

The fact that this took as long as it did haunts me and I am so sorry.

ALSO I GET TO SEE PAPRIKA IN PERSON THIS FALL YAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!! I’m so excited, and I will probably cry.

[unknownperson246]

a part two of Looks like a stalker

ignore the inbox thing it was a reminder to myself to make a part two

Part 1

Looks Like A Stalker Part 2

Words: 1,401

Warnings: *smut* *stalker Nikki* *mentions of drugs* *usage of drugs* *p in v* *sex toys* *masturbation* *overstimulation* *begging* *teasing*

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You were in a dark twisted alley waiting to meet with Nikki. You contacted him on a pay phone hoping that you hadn't helped the police find out where he was. You had the same shirt on when he broke into your house hoping to spark the same passion and romance you both had for each other the night he followed you home.  The last time you two saw each other was when he fucked you in your bedroom. He was running away from the police. He had been on the run for 2 months. Your body ached and longed to see Nikki again. You fell in love with him. You decided to break up with your ex-boyfriend and you kicked him out of your house. You didn't appreciate the fact that your boyfriend called the police on the rockstar you were in love with. You stand patiently in the dark alley where hookers and drug dealers go to make offers and find people who are stupid enough to fall into their trap. Five men have already offered you some drugs for 20 dollars a gram. You finally hear the same footsteps that were following you the night you were walking home from work. “Nikki,” You say as you turn around and you see the same face and the same hair that you first saw on him.

“Where were you?” You ask on the verge of tears.

Before you let Nikki answer your question you utter out more words with a cry.

“I was waiting for you patiently day and night,” You say after a couple of tears shed from your eyes.

“Shh it’s okay I’m here now” He coos into your ears softly while brushing your hair out of the way. 

He gently cups your face and his hand gently cleans your tears.

“I’m taking you to my place.” You hold his hand and lead him to your car.

“Hey, Did you snort cocaine?” Nikki asks you.

“Mhmm,” You say.

“Where did you find it?” Nikki asks you.

“Someone offered me some in the alley,” You say.

“You should have dealers if you're going to have any drugs. Don't trust random people on the streets.” 

“Isn't that kind of ironic?” You think to yourself trying not to start anything with Nikki.

It was bad enough that you both couldn't see each other for 2 months. You didn't want to argue or fight with Nikki so you stopped making snarky comments in your head. You open the car door and you sit in the driver's seat while Nikki sits in the passenger seat. You don't say anything and your lips move to Nikki's jaw. Your lips were stuck to his jaw for the past 2 minutes.

“I missed you much Y/N” He smiles at you while looking into your eyes.

“Me too.” You say before holding his face and kissing him on his soft lips.

“Nikki I want to,” You say before Nikki cuts you off.

“Me too,” Nikki says, attaching his lips to Nikki's neck.

“Sixx” You announce softly.

He ignores that you called him by his last name and he continues to leave small marks on your neck.

“Nikki, I want to do it when we get home. I have a surprise for you. Well, it’s kind of for you to use on me” You say before pushing him off of your neck.

“Okay,” He says, kind of pissed off at the fact that you pushed him away like that. He hides the pain in his voice.

“Their toys aren't there?” He asks you, smirking. 

“Yeah. I have a whole special variety of things for you to use on me” You don’t say anything else and drive to your home. You both walk inside your home.

You lead Nikki into your bedroom. He sits down on the left edge of your bed. He starts to clutch the bedsheets. His head moves down and he sniffs your bedsheets.

“Hmm, nothing has changed. It’s all the same since I left” Nikki says.

Everything in my room reminded me of you so I kept everything the same” You smile looking down at him while he sits on the edge of your bed.

“I even cleaned the same bedsheets we used and sprayed them with my perfume for you,” You say after you massage Nikki’s hardened cock that was bulging from his pants.

“So hard” You smile 

“Since no one is after me right now we can take our time” Nikki chuckles.

Nikki removes himself from his pants and holds his hard and thick cock in his hand. He pulls your skirt down and throws your panties aside. He sits you down on the bed.

“Spread your legs for me Y/N” You obey Nikki's words.

He comes closer to you and he forms a ring with his other finger. His fingers nimbly slide up and down his cock to tease you. After a few gentle strokes to his cock he lets out small whimpers and sounds while he masturbates to the sight of your wet pussy. You felt yourself getting wet to the idea of Nikki being pleasured at the sight of you. 

“Nikki” You moan softly while moving your fingers down your pussy.

“Don’t touch yourself” He groans while looking at your pussy.

You felt a stab of disappointment run through your body. He wants to come only inside of you so he stops masturbating and goes to bed. He stops stroking himself and finds the bag of toys you mentioned earlier. He starts to search through the bag. He pulls out a red colored vibrator. You stare at the red shiny vibrator the whole time. Nikki slips some lube on it. It was shiny and covered with lube now.

“Perfect” He smiles and pats the bed as an indication that he wants you to lay down in front of him. You open your legs and expose yourself to him once more. You feel his fingers shoving the vibrator inside of you.

“Fuck” You whimper.

“Does it remind you of my dick?” He asks you, smirking.

You nod slightly.

“Yes, it does. When do I get to feel your cock again? I miss the feeling of your cock inside of me so bad.” You whine at Nikki.

He smiles down at the sight of you looking very vulnerable and exposed to him.

“When I feel like it. Like I said I have all the time in the world right now. I want to go slow with you.” He chuckles seeing you very needy and feral for his dick.

He presses the button that comes with the vibrator. He puts it at the lowest setting slowly building the vibrations up. “Do you feel anything?” Nikki asks you.

“Not much” You pout.

Nikki presses the button that sets the vibrator to the highest levels of vibrations you could feel. 

“Oh fuck” you sigh.

Your hands clutch the bedsheets with each quiver you feel. Small moans and sobs escape your moist lips.

“Nikki I want you” You whimper as the vibrator keeps moving.

You feel a familiar feeling. Your stomach ties into a knot and your legs start to quiver. Without making a sound you come all over the vibrator.

“Nikki I yearn for your cock right now” You beg him.

“Fine” He gruffs and sticks his cock inside of you without warning. With the remnants of the lube inside of you from the vibrator, he slid inside of you easily. 

“Nikki” You moan softly with the remaining feeling of what the vibrator left inside of you.

Nikki goes faster and faster hearing his name escape your mouth with those soft moans.

“I miss your body” He lets out a groan while saying these words.

His thrusts get sloppy. You see his head go back and you feel his legs shake. You feel a jet of his seed shoot’s up inside of you. He slides out and you see stringy white jets of his come following his cock. Some of it gets on your inner thighs. Nikki prepares to leave your house.

“Nikki, when can I see you again?” you ask him.

“Next week at the sunset strip I'll be there performing and I have a very special song for you.” He says before putting his clothes on. He walks out of your house and you wait for him again until next week.

[syoddeye]

the introductions

ceo!price x reader / ~2.9k words

Next installment in the 141 Group miniverse. Some more familiar faces in this one.

CW: power imbalance, alcohol (mentioned), bad apologies

You wondered if you did or said something wrong. After allowing John to politely bully you into drinks, whatever mild flirtation that sprung up over cocktails seemed to fizzle by the following day. In the two weeks since, you overturned and analyzed every detail you could remember.

Mr. Price, or John, as he insisted then, stubbornly kept the conversation one-sided. It was difficult to pinpoint where things went wrong. You did not think you were a scandalous person, far from it. You supplied answers to your CEO's questions. You divulged the 'correct' amount of information: where you grew up, your parents and family, your education, and your middling career before The 141 Group. Curiously, you don't recall him asking about your personal life.

However, somewhere between describing university life and first jobs, his hand found your knee. The memory's sharp. The candlelight reflected in his eye as his features took on a roguish quality, his confident smile unwavering, even when you stuttered mid-sentence. It simply sat there, palm calloused more than an executive's hand ought to be, a gold ring cool against warming skin, but he escalated no further.

Not for the first time, you wondered if it had been a test, one you failed.

You'd thought to tell Kyle, but as nothing happened and Mr. Price moved on, you decided against it. No need to rock the boat. And Jordan wouldn't hear a whisper of it, either. Her strength was not secret-keeping. So, you moped privately and threw yourself into work as usual. Mid-quarter reviews approached swiftly, with no time for fantasies.

Then, one Friday afternoon, you find someone sitting at your desk after picking up Kyle's lunch from the lobby. No, on your desk. Flipping through last month's Vogue with an amused look is one of Mr. Price's bodyguards. A set of dark eyes flick up when you continue past nonchalantly to drop the bag of Mediterranean on the corner of Kyle's desk. Your mind races as to what's happening, but you remain composed and address the visitor.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm here to pick you up for Mr. Price's 2:00 PM."

"Pardon me?" 

"He messaged you." 

Brows furrowing, you stoop down to pick up your phone. A notification on the lock screen alerts you to one new DM, sent while you were downstairs.

johnprice - invisible > Borrowing you for an appointment. Bring your things, we won't be returning to the office.

You bristle. It's irritating on multiple fronts. Two weeks of nothing, now Mr. Price comes out of nowhere to claim the rest of the day? Friday afternoons are for teeing up Monday, setting the foundation for the week ahead. Kyle needs you.

"Miss? If you would," The guard gestures to your personal effects.

With a huff, you power down your laptop and quickly tidy. You button your long coat with one hand and scrawl out a note to Kyle with the other.

"That won't be necessary," The guard informs you. "Mr. Garrick is apprised."

Oh goody, you crumple the note, He's going to blow up my texts about this.

You follow the guard to the elevators, ignoring the several heads that turn when you pass. You give Jordan seven minutes before she also floods your inbox.

The ride down is awkward. On multiple floors, the doors open only for the soul on the other side to clock the guard and insist on taking the next car.

"Where are my manners," You murmur after the third stop, look to your intimidating companion, and hold out a hand. "You know my name, but I don't know yours."

"Farah," She answers and clasps your hand in a shake.

"Pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise."

Eventually, the elevator reaches the garage. The doors open and reveal a familiar car, and the taller guard stands at the ready. He smiles boyishly beneath a mustache as you approach.

"Miss."

"Hi…?"

"Alex, ma'am." 

Alex opens the car door, and the low intonations of Mr. Price trickle out. He does not look up from a padfolio on his lap, turning a page with one hand and holding his phone with the other.

You climb in, give Alex a tight smile when he shuts the door, and watch him confer with Farah. She motions with her chin to a sleek, black motorcycle parked in a nearby spot. Alex rubs the back of his neck, Farah pats his shoulder, and you look away as the man turns back to the car. He takes the passenger seat.

The moment the door closes, John presses a button. A glass privacy screen rolls up, gradually darkening until it's opaque, and separates the front and the back of the car. 

You act unbothered. Act.

The car departs the office's garage and joins afternoon traffic. John's volume level rises a fraction. He settles back against his seat, eyes cast out the window. Still not on you.

"If there's anythin' else, I want to know. As thorough as you can be in the next 48 hours."

You scroll socials on your phone, strain to listen, but you cannot hear whoever's on the other end of the call.

"Right, no, she's with me now."

Do not look over.

Mr. Price shifts in his seat. "Black skirt, off white blouse, green coat."

Wait. Is he–?

In your periphery, Mr. Price leans over the empty seat, and you flinch when a hand appears beside your head. It stops short, and you turn to meet eyes. His hand gestures to your hair, and you guess after a second he wants you to hold it back from your ear.

"Gold."

He is. 

As if discussing the weather, Price is describing the details of your outfit to some unknown person. Evidently finished, he leans back.

The low simmer rises to a boil.

"Anythin' that happens in the next twenty, text it. I've got to run. Mhm. Tomorrow." Finally, the call ends. 

Rationally, Mr. Price is not someone you should not get snippy with, so you try to sound more curious than angry. "Sir, may I ask what I'm doing here?"

He withdraws a pen from a pocket, and scratches something out on the top page. "Extra set of hands," The phrase seems to trigger another thought, and he looks at your hands clutching your phone. He indicates with the pen to extend one.

You do, despite your annoyance.

"When did you get those done last?"

You glance at the simple sage-colored manicure. It's accumulated only one chip. "Two weeks ago?"

"Hmm." He hums. "Try not to draw attention to your hands, and see to those this weekend."

Maybe the chip on the nail is noticeable, but Mr. Price is about to notice the chip on your shoulder. "Mr. Price. Please," You grit your teeth. "What am I doing here?"

"I require an assistant today, and Kyle graciously loaned you to me."

'Loaned', you do not like the sound of that. "Respectfully, that is how I ended up in this car, sir. If I'm to help you, I need to know what you need from me and how it's connected to my…appearance."

"Notes," He says too quickly. "Your notes from the proposal meeting were impressive. The conversation I'm about to have will require my full participation, so you are here, in this car, to accompany me and record what I might miss."

You fume silently. He could have said that from the start. Suddenly, it feels silly to be upset over two weeks of silence. Mr. Price is clearly a man whose attentions only come when he needs a person for something, like a tool. Why you fooled yourself into thinking otherwise, you don't know.

The car eventually stops in front of a building of Portland stone and judging by the foot traffic, it's drinks all over again: more rubbing elbows with people whose net worth could eat yours several times over while you're woefully underdressed.

The restaurant is one that's on every 'best in the city' list, with multiple stars and dollar signs. Tufted, emerald green banquettes, polished oak throughout, filtered natural light through ivory lace curtains. Even past the lunch hour, it's busy. The hostess, scarcely younger than you, greets Alex and then beckons down a side hall.

Dutifully, you follow behind Mr. Price, clutching your off-brand bag to your chest. Hiding it, like you could pass as a regular patron.

A small private room, furnished and staged with a table for two, awaits. 

"Bring another chair and a side table for the lady," Price instructs, pointing toward the room's corner. When the hostess sends for the furnishings, you pluck up the courage to ask.

“You want me to sit behind you, sir?”

“Can’t have you distracting me.”

It shuts you up quick. The chair and table arrive and are arranged carefully under Mr. Price's watchful eye. You sit when he glances pointedly at the Picardy. You withdraw your laptop, with which he takes issue next. You are made to exchange it for your legal pad. Something about the restaurant being too nice a place for the clicking of a keyboard. With nothing in your lap to balance the writing surface, you cross your legs at the knee and scrawl out the date, time, and location.

John orders for you - Earl Grey and a small sampling of accompanying bites. He orders for himself and his ‘guest’, who’s yet to arrive. 

You sneak a few morsels, nerves oddly creeping up on you. Between the utter lack of information and Mr. Price's exacting behavior, you humor if he’s meeting a member of the royal family or a celebrity. Busying yourself with a flowery doodle in the margins, you attempt to relax.

A booming voice tinged with an American accent from out in the hall lifts your head. Price’s too. You watch the CEO check his watch, adjust a cuff link, and stand as a handsome blond man appears in the doorway. 

You hastily pop to your feet.

“Alex, good t’see you again,” the stranger drawls. Southern definitely, Texan maybe? The gentleman shakes the bodyguard’s hand, head turning slowly into the room. He spots Price first, you second. 

His eyes are like John’s - blue, a flintier shade. Self-possessed with a horizontal scar over a cheekbone and a toothy grin. Confident. So much for having a singular type.

“John, how the hell are ya?” The man’s gaze shifts to Mr. Price. He extends a hand, flashing another thick silver watch band. 

“Graves. Trust your travels were smooth?”

“As butter. Kind of you to ask. Say, who’s this little lady you’re hiding back here?”

Mr. Price does not turn to introduce you; he merely retracts his hand from the shake. “Assistant.”

It smarts, but Graves steps closer and reaches out. Instantly, you’re soothed. You take his hand and give your name in a tone so shy you hardly recognize your own voice.

The American repeats it, tongue running over his teeth like he’s savoring the last bite of dessert. “Pleasure to meet you, darlin'. My name is Phillip Graves.”

Oh! You know this name from the big meeting notes. He’s the—

“President of Shadow Company, at your service.”

“If you’re done chattin' up my assistant, I’m hoping we can discuss the details of the contract.” 

Phillip releases your hand with a wink and joins Price at the table. The men sit, and so do you.

You are not sure when the business portion of the meeting begins, but being you, you start taking notes anyway. 

Phillip Graves. Confirmed Texan. Employs lots of sport metaphors. Sprinkles the word fuck into conversation when he gets excited. Obviously an appreciator of nice suits, like Price, but clearly of an American cut. His is a dark blue, most likely to bring out his eyes, which are on you.

Hmm. Phillip keeps looking at you. Whenever John speaks, his eyes stray. You pretend not to notice, save for one or two times you catch him, and he flashes that smirk again. 

He is a handsome distraction. Not enough to completely knock you off course, luckily. Not when the CEO expects another set of immaculate notes. You sip your tea to break the spell and refocus.

By the time the meeting winds down, you’re out of tea, and a stack of notes sits on your lap. Your hand cramps a little. However, you have a handle on things now - how important Project Intercontinental is to the 141 Group.

When the men stand to shake hands once more, you do, too. 

Phillip nods at you, eyes dropping subtly down you while Mr Price briefly looks at his phone. “Looking forward to working together, John. Glad we’ll be seein’ more of each other, workin’ close.”

You suspect you should not heat at that, so you act like your discount purse is very interesting.

“Likewise, Graves.”

When Phillip leaves, Mr Price doesn’t move, not until Farah ducks her head in and nods.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he rumbles, voice harsh through gritted teeth as he gathers paperwork Graves left for him.

He must be referring to making you sit behind him again. It was rather awkward. “It’s fine, sir. I heard everything well enough.”

“That's not what I mean. Wait a tick, need to make a call."

Things packed away, you examine the fineries of the space. It'll probably be the last time you're in a private room of a multiple-star restaurant for the foreseeable future. You half-listen to Price's phone call.

"That so?" He asks, pausing. "I see. Well, your idea worked. Man's got a weakness…Yes, behind me. Saw his eyes keep moving over my left shoulder."

You freeze, fingers pinching the pearly lace of a window dressing. 

"Mhm. Add it to the file. I want multiple methods of putting him on the back foot and keeping him there if need be," Mr. Price sounds closer, and sure enough, he stops at the edge of your vision. He rocks on his heels once, staring through the window.

Openly, you gawk at him. The nerve. Man in charge or not, the audacity is astounding. 

If he notices the building anger beside him, he does not say a word. In fact, his hand lifts and toys with the delicate trim as well. 

It's childish, but you move away and retrieve your coat. You know how to get back to the office. He can't get upset with you if you intend to return to work. However, before you finish closing the fasteners of the coat, Mr. Price ends the call. 

"I've got to run. Let's discuss this later."

You turn to grab your bag, only to see a large hand draped over it on the chair. "Don't recognize this brand."

He's not even looking at you. He examines the bag's strap, where it's worn thin from years of riding on your shoulder. The strap you snatch up and haul into place.

"Yes, well, forgot my Moynat at home," You snipe, forcing a thin smile.

Mr. Price simply stares at you, mouth a line framed by his beard. Then his nose twitches, mustache following. "You're upset."

Biting the flesh of your cheek, you shake your head. "No, sir."

His head tilts in a half-nod, a brow lifting, and he steps closer. "Mhm. A good assistant you may be, a poor liar, you are not."

The proximity does something. Without the dark of the copy room after hours or a drink in hand, you're vulnerable. But not cowed. "You used me. As bait." 

"Not bait," He corrects in a lowered tone. "I admit, your presence and placement was predetermined but not malicious. Needed to see something."

You frown. "If I was Phillip's type?"

His eyes narrow slightly. "If he's easily distracted."

It's a shock to hear this man, a man who's been featured in various business publications a dozen times over, admit to such a scheme. Even if he doesn't come right out and say it. You lick your bottom lip and huff. 

"Right. I'll have the notes typed up and delivered to your desk as soon as possible." Turning away to escape, you adjust your bag, and a hand takes your elbow.

"Let me make it up to you," He squeezes gently and steps closer again. "Kyle is not expecting you back, and the working day is almost done."

Your head turns and tilts up; he's right over your shoulder. He's got to know what he's doing, looking at you like this, gaze somehow soft yet stern. It's another invitation that leans more toward command, more instruction than a suggestion. The worst part is that you really would not mind a repeat of two weeks ago. You found the attention of a powerful man more intoxicating than any cocktail.

The hand on your elbow releases. He knows he's got you, smug man.

"Fine," You acquiesce, then push it a little. "It'll take more than a drink, though."

His eyes crinkle as he grins. "I've something better in mind."

After thanking the hostess, he leads the way back to the car. Once inside, he takes another couple of calls, and that damn hand finds your knee again. You should pull away or push it off, but you don't, not when his middle and ring fingers rub small circles on the inside of the joint. 

You retreat to the relative neutrality of your mobile's screen. 

When the car stops a short time later, you nearly drop the device in your lap. Outside, the Moynat brick and mortar sits, waiting.

His hand squeezes. "Will this do?"

[ellecdc]

While I don't like to spend time feeding into negativity on my page, I received a rude/aggressive comment which, though it had been sent to me anonymously, I have reason to suspect who it might have been from; so while I'm not going to broadcast it, it prompted something that I would like to remind anyone who might need it [which is truly maybe only 0.02% of you]

I have been on this app for 4 months; I have gotten hundreds [if not thousands] of asks sent to me during that time and I have always made a solid effort to respond to anyone and everyone who has taken time out of their day to reach out to me or even leave comments on my fics because it truly means the world to me

Over the past 4 months and throughout the hundred [or thousands] of asks and just as many comments and messages, I have only ever received 2 negative/rude/insulting asks - both were sent anonymously, one I had responded to and one I have blocked

And while this blog has grown bigger than I have ever imagined possible for myself and I now receive the most number of asks and requests than I ever had before, I continue to try to stay active, diligent in my responses, and enthusiastic in my chats and conversations with you all

I will admit that I have many unanswered asks in my inbox right now from a large number of my mutuals, listed anons, and many more requests that I have been saving for when the inspiration hits - I cannot respond to everyone and everything all of the time and for the most part, people have been very understanding about that

Sometimes I save chats for later when I have the headspace for it, sometimes I'll answer on the whim, and sometimes I save simple chats that I actually think would make for a good fic idea!

But it's important to note that I don't owe anyone the explanation I just gave to you all

The people that you interact with on this app are just that - people

People who have good days and bad days, people who have jobs and lives and loved ones who take precedence, and people who don't actually owe you anything

This is true whether you're a mutual, whether you're a dutiful fan, whether you're a listed anon, or otherwise - blogs don't owe you anything

They don't owe you a response, they don't owe you their time or energy, and they don't owe you their 110% every time you interact with them

I give my best to every single person I have spoken to on here, and some days my best is better than other days. Sometimes I get so excited when I'm out with friends or at work when I notice an ask from someone - mutual, anon, or otherwise - that I reply immediately because I just cannot wait to chat. This means I'm not always sitting down at my computer and able to give every single response the same amount of time or effort because I am a) busy, b) perhaps a little distracted and c) human

But I don't owe anyone that explanation either

This blog has always felt like a super niche book club filled with likeminded people who loved the same things I do, loved the same characters that I do, and who enjoyed chatting about it. It has also felt like a fun and wholesome community that I am happy to be apart of

And while I like to think that my blog is a safe space for everyone and anyone who might want to visit it; it's a safe space for me first

This blog is my space and my safe haven; you are welcome to it - but that welcome is a privilege, not a right - and I am not obligated to cater it to you

Like I said, I have only ever received two rude asks, but even though 99.98% of my messages are positive, the negative ones feel the loudest

Please think before you send criticizing asks to any blog; the 'saddest' thing of all is being both cowardly and cruel to people you don't know

& again, as always, thank you all for being here with me 🫶

-L

[beyondthesefourwalls]

Remember You Even When I Don't (7)

Summary: A training accident, the doctor had told him. A nasty one that led him here, laying in a hospital bed with a splitting headache and an inability to remember the woman sitting beside him. What he did know, though, was that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and you felt important to him. That, as it turns out, would become an understatement.

Words: 5.2K

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw/Reader (no use of y/n, so can be read as unnamed oc)

Warnings: angst, hospitals, memory loss, language, suggestive themes, smut

Notes: Please note the updated warnings. These next few chapters are a new stage of Bradley and Pumpkin growing back together, and while I'm very excited about it, I know it may not be for everyone. For everyone who sticks around, please continue to comment and reblog, and my inbox is always open! I love to talk about these two :)

This was inspired by a one shot by the lovely @roosterforme and would not exist without her assistance. If you haven't read any of her stuff, please check out her masterlist - you won't be disappointed! All of the thanks to her and @mak-32 for being the best cheerleaders and friends I could ask for!

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Your picture is there as his background photo, and seeing you helps his hand stop shaking. 

He hadn’t used his phone much since he got home from the hospital. You had given it to him right away, but he kept it in the drawer of the bedside table in the guest room until he had retrieved it to make your failed dinner reservations. He hadn’t been ready to face the reality it would bring. Text message threads he didn’t understand, group chats he didn’t remember being a part of, notifications from apps that didn’t even exist four years ago. As it turns out, you had silenced his notifications for him before you gave it back to him. He would never get over how thoughtful you were. 

He finds the name easy in his contact list, hovering over it as he breathes through his nerves. You had reassured him that he could take all the time in the world to make this call, that there wasn’t any rush and that he understood. But it had been a month since his accident now, and a dream about snowy fields and short runways and a funeral for an uncle he didn’t remember dying had shaken him awake early this morning. 

He presses down on the name, bringing the phone to his ear. He almost thinks he’s not going to answer by how long it rings, but he does. 

“Bradley?” 

His tone is hesitant, but Bradley can hear the relief and the worry mixed in with it, and for some reason part of him wants to cry. It had been entirely too long, and he missed him more than he would admit to himself. 

“Hey, Mav.” 

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You’re the one who answers the door, and Bradley stays a few paces behind you, hands stuffed in his pockets. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Mav says, and even with your back currently turned, Bradley knows that you’re smiling as you embrace him. 

“Hey Pete. It’s good to see you.” You step back, closer to Bradley’s side. He takes a deep breath, finding comfort in your presence, and looks back toward the door. 

When Mav steps forward to wrap his arms around him in a tight hug that was so reminiscent of Bradley’s childhood, even if he was now several inches taller than the older man, he didn’t hesitate to return the embrace. 

“Hey, kid,” Mav breathes. He keeps a grasp on his shoulders when he pulls away, smiling as he looks at him. “Been a long time.” 

Bradley chuckles, nodding his head. “Longer for me, I guess.” 

To his credit, Mav doesn’t miss a beat and laughs along with him. “How are you, Bradley?” 

“I’m good,” he says, “glad to be home.” 

He can’t help but look over his shoulder to where he knows you are. You’re smiling at the two of them gently, your arms folded in front of you as you lean against the back of the couch. When you catch his eye, you send him a wink before straightening yourself and walking toward the stairs. You squeeze his arm in reassurance as you pass, saying you’re going to leave them alone and go up to your office for a bit. 

Part of him really wishes you wouldn’t, but the other part knows that it’s for the best. 

Mav’s giving him a knowing look when he finally pulls his eyes away when you disappear from view, and despite himself, Bradley feels a small flush on his cheeks at being caught. 

“Shut up,” he mutters under his breath. 

This time, the older man lets out a full laugh. He slaps him hard on the back in the fatherly way he’d always done when he was younger. “How about we sit down and talk? I’m sure you have a lot of questions.” 

Seeing his godfather again after so many years - to him, at least - isn’t as tumultuous of a meeting as he thought it would be. The bitterness had faded, replaced by the comfort of memories and the feel of reconciliation. They talk for a long time, catching up on everything. Mav asks him questions that Bradley is sure he already knows the answers to from his time between them last seeing one another before being called back, but he appreciates getting to tell him all over again.

“The doctors told me I’ll probably be out of the air for 3 months, minimum.”

Maverick hmmm’s in response. “How do you feel about that?” 

Bradley shrugs, toying with his answer. Flying was in his blood - an integral part of his sense of self and identity. But he had been forced to reevaluate what that identity really meant the last few weeks, and he finds himself unsure of where it fell on his priority list, now. “I don’t really know. And I think…I think having the time to focus on..other things will be good for me. You know?” 

His godfather nods in what looks like understanding. “There will always be a spot for you on my team, Rooster. Flying will be waiting for you when, and if, you’re ready.”

He hears you coming down the stairs, then, his eyes automatically moving to see you. You offer to throw something together for the three of you for dinner, heading into the kitchen. Bradley’s eyes track you the entire time. He doesn’t look away until Mav chuckles softly under his breath. He turns back to look at him, his eyebrows furrowed in question. Mav nods his head toward you. “I think focusing on other things will be good for you, too.” 

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Seeing Mav gives him the courage to talk to the others, too. You’re cautiously optimistic when he approaches you asking if you think it would be a good idea, meeting up with the so-called Dagger Squad. You tell him that it’s completely his choice. Of course his friends want to see him, but they’ve so far completely respected his space. He knows that you’ve been providing general updates to everyone; it’s still a little hard for him to believe there’s enough people that would want to receive them. 

“I think I’m ready.” 

You look proud of him, and that’s how he knows it was the right call. Still, though, he can’t help the nerves fluttering through him as the two of you get out of the car in the Hard Deck parking lot the following Friday. You stop him before you go in with a hand on his arm. 

“We can leave at any time, okay?” 

You look so earnest, so concerned for him, that Bradley can’t help but lean down and place a gentle kiss to your lips. He likes that he’s allowed to do that now - kiss you when he wants to. You still hadn’t gone any further than that, and it was getting harder and harder to resist you every single day, because every kiss felt better than the one before. 

You’re smiling up at him when he pulls away, and the nerves from being here have turned into the butterflies he always has around you. He takes a step forward and opens the door, holding it for you to walk through first. 

“We got this,” he says, and he knows you picked up on the use of the word we by how your eyes light up. 

Bradley didn’t expect cheers and applause to break out from the entire bar when he walks in, coming the loudest from the corner by the pool tables, but it’s enough to have his heart swell and a smile break out on his face. There are a number of people who pat him on the back as he passes them, following where you’re leading him by the hand, but he’s glad no one stops him and lingers. 

He spots Nat first, and she’s smirking when she walks up to them. “Well look who finally decided to show up!” 

He had spoken to her a few times since being home, but hadn’t seen her since that day in the hospital. It feels good, hugging his best friend again. He finds quickly that it feels good being around everyone here. Everyone that he knew before the accident moves to greet him first, and Phoenix does a quick introduction to those he may not remember. He watches you out of the corner of his eye as you get hugs from everyone, too, and he knows that you fit in to all of this just as well as he does.

A drink makes its way into his hand, his preferred brand of beer, and he sees that you’ve been handed your drink of choice as well. He sips it as he’s drawn into the conversations all around him. There are some inside jokes he doesn’t quite understand, and some stories he’s never heard, but he does his best to keep up with everyone.  No one treats him like a stranger or like someone they have to treat with child gloves. It’s familiar, almost comfortable, and even after only 30 minutes around them, it’s easy to see why he considers everyone family. 

“Bradshaw. As I live and breathe.” 

That tickling sensation hits him again, and he’s not surprised when he turns to see Hangman standing there. 

“Hangman. You look…good.” It feels like deja vu when the words come out of his mouth; he knows he’s said them before, maybe even in this exact spot. 

The blonde chuckles, his eyes full of mischief and fondness, a look Bradley had never seen before. He knows they’re friends, close ones at that, but still finds himself surprised when he holds out a hand to him. But Bradley takes it anyway, returning the firm handshake. 

“It’s good to see you, man.”

Bradley nods, not quite knowing what else to say, but he’s saved from having to when you appear at Jake’s side from where you had been talking to Coyote near the dart board. You knock the back of your hand against his bicep, drawing the other man’s attention down to you. 

“You’re late,” you comment, a scowl on your face that Bradley isn’t sure is serious, but he assumes it’s not when Hangman rolls his eyes and leans down to hug you tightly and you accept it easily. 

“Blame your godfather-in-law, not me. Had some last minute paperwork that needed filling out that he conveniently forgot to give me until 4pm. Need a refill?” 

The glass in your hand is indeed almost empty, and Bradley hates it a little bit that he wasn’t the one who noticed first. The phone call between the two of you that he had overheard and how frustrated he had been over it flashes in his mind. 

“I’ll get it,” he finds himself saying, and both of you turn to look at him. You smile, and he takes that as your gratitude and acceptance at the offer. He swallows down the insecurity he still feels, calling back the pride in your face at him wanting to interact with these people, at wanting to reconnect to his life. He clears his throat, motioning toward the bar. “Hangman? Can I get you a drink?” 

The other aviator doesn’t make a witty comment or smart remark. Instead, he nods his head, following him to the bar. 

“I’m gonna be honest,” Bradley comments when they reach it, “your drink order is not something that I remember.” 

Jake laughs, a loud, genuine sound. He flags down Penny Benjamin without a word, and to Bradley’s surprise, rattles off an accurate order for all three of you. When she walks away, Jake doesn’t hesitate to get right to the heart of all that Bradley had been able to think about since seeing him. 

“She told me about the fight, after you heard her on the phone with me. About the pregnancy test.”

He clears his throat awkwardly. “Not my finest moment.” 

“Maybe not, but understandable. I want you to know that there’s nothing you need to worry about in regards to the two of us.” 

Bradley raises an eyebrow, surprised at how bluntly he said that, even though he shouldn’t be. The Hangman he remembers doesn’t beat around the bush, and it’s almost nice to be reminded that some things never change. 

“I wasn’t. Do I need to?” 

“She’s one of my best friends,” he confides, and Bradley would be blind if he missed the fondness in his eyes. He waits for him to continue, sensing that’s not the end of it. “We have…similar family history, I guess you could say.” 

Bradley knows enough to know that that could mean a lot of things, but he’s not going to press him for specifics. “She reminds me of an annoying little sister I can’t get rid of, but that’s it. I’d do a lot for her, and she’d do the same for me. And I’d do the same for you, hard as it is to believe.” 

The blonde does roll his eyes now, and Bradley feels a quirk of amusement despite himself. 

“Thank you,” he says, and this time he thinks he’s the one that’s taking the other man by surprise. “She told me…how you were there, almost everyday, and how you and the rest of the team made sure she was taken care of. It…means a lot.” 

Jake nods slowly, eyeing him for a long moment. His eyes flick to where you are back with the team and back to him. “You two seem good.” 

“We are,” Bradley confirms. A happy smile makes its way onto his face. “I’m finding she’s a little hard to forget.” 

Jake smiles too, giving him a friendly pat on the back that Bradley feels isn’t out of place. “Your benefit there, brother.”  

Penny returns then, placing two bottles and another glass of your preferred sour down in front of them. She greets him with a familiarity she had never had with Bradley before and he knows his godfather’s long term girlfriend is someone he’ll have to get reacquainted with, too. 

“On the house,” she says with a wink toward them before she turns to her other customers. 

Jake picks up one of the bottles, leaving the other two drinks for Bradley to grab. He holds his up, clinking it against his own. “Welcome back, Rooster.” 

“Thanks, Hangman.” 

The two make their way back over to the larger group and you raise up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek when he hands you your refreshed drink.

“Are you having fun?” you ask quietly, just for him.

“Yeah,” he says and he genuinely means it. He sticks close to you, his hand a constant presence on the small of your back as you join back in on the conversation. He’s eventually roped into playing a game of pool with Coyote against Phoenix and Hangman, which he tries to deny at first, but you push him toward the pool table with a laugh. 

“Kick their asses! Don’t let them tell you that you and Javy don’t have a winning streak!” 

“Knew you were my favorite, dollface!” Coyote yells, blowing you a kiss playfully, which you jokingly return. 

Bradley likes seeing you like this. Surrounded by the people that you love and call family, laughing and smiling in a way that only happens when you’re with the best of friends. It fills him with warmth, seeing you fit in with these people so effortlessly, knowing that they’d always be there to support you if you needed them; they had already proved as much. 

It doesn’t take long for him to get sucked into the game of 9 ball, which quickly leads to the best two out of three. You were right in that he and Coyote were the better players, but he shouldn’t have been surprised; he was learning you were always right. When they win the third game, Nat throws her pool cue down with a curse, saying she was done. Bradley laughs at her familiar dramatics as he sets his own stick down. He turns to the direction you had been in the last time he looked, but you aren’t standing talking with Bob anymore, who had joined in on the conversation with Payback and Fanboy in your absence. 

He frowns, his eyes scanning the room for you. He spots you at the bar, but his breath of relief is short-lived when he sees you being talked up by a man who was standing a little too close to you for Bradley’s liking. By the look on your face and the way you’re angling yourself away, he knows that you’re uncomfortable, too. 

He’s walking in your direction without a second thought. He weaves himself through the Friday night crowd that had developed, and he’s halfway to you when he sees the stranger put his hand on your arm. You immediately move out of his grasp and Bradley quickens his stride. He makes it to you just in time to hear you say that you said you weren’t interested. When you take a step back, it’s right into Bradley’s chest, and his hands fall to your hips to steady you. He feels the way you relax without even having to look at him, and he can’t help the feeling that bursts through him at that. 

“Is there a problem here?” he asks, his voice deep and commanding. He hears the breath you suck in at the words. 

“No problem, man. Was just seeing if the little lady would let me buy her a drink.” Bradley could smell the liquor coming off the man from here, and he suddenly really wanted to punch him in his smirking face. 

“I think she’s good,” he says instead, squeezing your hips through the thin material of the short, long sleeved floral dress you were wearing tonight. “You can go now.” 

The guy must have some sense after all, because he barely spares the two of you another look before he holds his hands up in surrender, stumbling back to his friends with a drunken laugh. Bradley doesn’t take his eyes off of his retreating form until he’s out of sight and he feels you turn in his arms. They settle back against your waist as you look up at him. 

“Are you alright?” he asks instantly. You nod, not saying anything, and Bradley feels another wave of something go through him. “Are you sure?” 

“I’m sure,” you murmur, placing a hand over his racing heart. 

He closes his eyes, rolling his neck to crack it, as he lets out a deep breath. When he opens his eyes, you’re still looking at him. There’s a small smirk that looks right at home on your face; you seem almost giddy. 

“You’re jealous,” 

You’re right, Bradley knows, and there’s no point in denying it. He just nods. You hum softly. “You don’t have to be.” 

“I didn’t-” he starts, stopping himself to take another breath. You let him take his moment; you never rush him, not even with this. “I didn’t like that.”

“Like what?” you prompt, and he swallows thickly, his arms tightening around you. 

“Seeing someone else put their hands on you.” He has to force the words out, and they don’t taste good in his mouth. He hates being jealous, especially when deep down he knows he has no reason to be. But the thought of someone else touching you, especially when Bradley can’t even remember doing it himself…it’s almost too much for him. 

You run your hands that were settled on his chest up the rest of his body to loop around his neck. 

“Oh?” 

A completely faux innocent look had taken over your face. Bradley groans, knowing that you’re toying with him now. But he can’t lie and say that the teasing and the small laugh you let out at the sound doesn’t ease the green feeling that had been tightening inside of him, calming him down to somewhere closer than he had been before. 

“Do you like it when I get jealous?” he asks, shaking his head in mock exasperation. 

“I like it when you remind me that I’m just yours.” He doesn’t know if they were intended that way, but the words send a flash of heat through him. Bradley can’t help but pull you closer to him, the busy bar completely fading away. 

“Oh yeah?” he asks, and his voice has dropped. You shiver against him, and he spends a moment just breathing in the scent of you and feeling your body against his. 

“Yes,” you finally say, and he knows what you’re going to say next is going to knock him off his feet before the words even leave your mouth by the look in your eyes. “It usually ends well for me.” 

You spin out of his arms before he can say anything else. His mouth is agape when you turn back to him with two waters in your hand, and you giggle as he fumbles to find his words. You hand him a glass, and even as you sip from your own, he can see the smirk still on your face. 

It looks good on you. Very good. 

“You’ll have to expand on that for me.” He gulps some of the water you gave him, suddenly feeling parched and like the bar had gotten a little warmer. You raise an eyebrow, and he immediately knows that he still doesn’t have the upper hand in this conversation.

“You sure you can handle that?” 

He groans again, shaking his head. “To be honest? Not totally sure.”

You let out a full on laugh at that, stepping close to him again. You toy with one of the buttons on his white and yellow Hawaiian shirt as you tilt your head back to meet his eyes. “If it’s any consolation, I get the exact same way when girls hit on you, too.” 

“I get hit on?” He asks, his eyebrows raising in disbelief. 

You snort, nodding your head. “Probably more than I do. Have you seen yourself?”

He sees his opening, then. He places a hand back on your lower back, pressing firmly until your front is flush against his. He leans down close, his cheek brushing against yours as he whispers in your ear. 

“I bet I like it when you get possessive over me, too, Pumpkin.” 

You let out a small gasp, gripping his shirt, and when he pulls away enough to look at your face, your eyes are closed and your lips slightly parted. It’s reminiscent of the first morning you woke up together in your shared bed. Bradley feels another flash of heat go through him, remembering the shower he had to take afterwards. You open your eyes, and they’re dark when they meet his. 

“You do,” you confirm. The two of you stare at each other for a moment, Bradley imagining the possibilities as he’s sure you’re remembering what that actually means. 

“We should get back,” you finally murmur after a long moment, and the bar and all the people around them reenter Bradley’s senses. He nods, hand rubbing up and down your back for a moment. He leans down to press a kiss to your hairline, breathing in the scent of vanilla and lavender that he’d started associating with you, before he steps away. He grabs your hand, though, lacing his fingers with yours. He only lets go to wrap his arm around your shoulders instead when you resume your place with your friends.

Your body is warm against his side, and as the night goes on, he almost feels like he’s fading in and out of the present as different images assault his mind. It ranges from nights playing pool to serenading the bar on the piano with Jerry Lee Lewis or Billy Joel to playing football on the beach to less than appropriate flashes of you pressed against the bathroom sink. He’s not sure if they’re memories or wishful thinking or both. 

Eventually, it becomes a little too much for him and he leans down to whisper in your ear.  

“Can we go home?” 

You agree without any hesitation, and the two of you begin your goodbyes despite the loud protests from your friends. It takes a few minutes to get through all the hugs and promises to see them again soon. By the time the two of you make it outside, the fall San Diego night air does little to cool the whirring in his brain and under his skin.

You’re getting your keys out of your purse when he stops you, turning you by the arm. Your back hits the driver’s side door and his arms cage you in against it. 

You gasp lightly, but it’s swallowed up when he places a kiss against your lips. 

“What was that for?” 

“We’ve had sex in the bathroom here before,” he says, and by the way you suck in a breath, he knows that he’s right. “Haven’t we?” 

“Yes,” you breathe, gripping the opening of his shirt and pulling him closer.

Maybe it’s the few drinks he has in his system or the jealousy he felt earlier or maybe even the way you’re responding to him now, but he’s emboldened in a way he hasn’t been previously. “You had on a dress just like this one, and I pulled it up, and we had sex right there by the sink.” 

“It was a skirt,” you correct breathlessly, “Both times, it was a skirt.” 

The groan he lets out comes from deep in his chest. He had only gotten flashes of the one time, but now you’re saying there were multiple occasions. He moves his hands from the metal on either side of your head and threads them through your hair instead, crushing his lips against yours. You open for him willingly, and the remaining hint of your beer mixed with a taste that he thinks is uniquely you is something he chases after. Your arms wrap around him, and the feel of your nails scratching down his back causes another sound to come from his throat. 

“Was it this way the first time?” he asks, pulling away long enough to draw in a breath before diving in for another kiss. “Was I this way with you so quickly before?” 

He knows the answer is yes. But hearing you say it out loud to him in your current tone of voice is a completely new revelation. He kisses you for a long time, feeling all the curves of your body against his through your clothes. Your hair is soft between his fingers, and eventually one of his hands makes its way back down your body to grip your thigh, pulling it tight around his hip as he pushes you harder against the side of your car. You whimper when you feel him hard against your center, and the sound makes him dizzy. 

“Baby,” you moan, pulling away from his mouth, “Sweetheart, we need to stop.” 

Your lips are swollen, not a single trace of your lipstick left, and your face is flushed so prettily. Your chest heaves as you take in large gulps of air, and he knows he looks just as disheveled. 

“I know,” he pants, “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t,” you shake your head, gripping him tightly, “don’t ever apologize for kissing me like that. Don’t ever apologize for feeling like this for me. Please. But we said…we said slow.” 

He nods, knowing that you’re right. You both had agreed to relearn each other and to grow together again. But he was so infatuated with you. You were all he could think about, and the subject of the majority of the things that he remembered. You were the only one he felt completely confident and comfortable being around, even if you were constantly keeping him on his toes. Going slow was proving to be incredibly difficult, especially knowing that the first time the two of you did this, slow wasn’t part of the vocabulary. 

But this wasn’t then, and he knows he needs to treat the situation differently. So he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead and takes a step away from you. He picks the keys up from where you had dropped them and opens the door for you when he presses the unlock button. You’re both still breathing heavily as you slip into the driver’s side. 

You are the most addicting thing he has ever encountered. He wants to completely lose himself in you and the connection that the two of you have, and he knows how easily he could. 

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He learns that Sundays are lazy, easy days for the two of you. 

You’ve skipped out on it the last few weeks, but the Sunday following the night at the Hard Deck, you reintroduce him to the routine. You sleep in and then bring coffee into bed with you - iced for you, hot for him - and it’s the only time he’s seen the tv you have in here turned on as you watch the Sunday morning national news and wait for the breakfast you ordered on DoorDash to be delivered. He retrieves it from the front porch once it does, and doesn’t even bother grabbing plates from the kitchen before he takes it back upstairs. Florry had curled herself up on his side during his absence, and the insulted look that must be on his face makes you laugh, but you pick her up and move her to the end of the bed nonetheless, and Bradley happily reclaims the spot. 

You eat and eventually change the channel to watch NFL pregame shows, all the while staying comfortably tucked under the covers in only your pajamas. Your glasses are perched on your nose and your hair is a mess, but you’re still the most stunning woman that Bradley has ever seen. 

You don’t make your way downstairs until early afternoon, where you basically continue the same routine, but from the couch instead. You spend the afternoon watching football and eating snacks. When dinner rolls around, the two of you eat leftovers out on the back porch, enjoying the slight breeze of early November in San Diego. He likes watching how the sunset plays with the color of your hair and reflects off the shade of your eyes. 

When the sun was long gone and the two of you were back in the house, you tucked into the corner of the sectional you seemed to favor while he sits beside you, a blanket covering both of your laps, he finds himself paying closer attention to you than the documentary playing on the tv. 

“Hey,” he says. 

You look over to him and smile, and god, he wants to remember everything about you so badly. “Hi.” 

“I liked when you called me baby yesterday.” 

You raise your eyebrows, seemingly a little surprised by the suddenness of his statement. But you don’t question him, or tease him like you were oh so good at. 

“Okay,” you say simply, nodding, “I’ll do it more.” 

“Good.” 

You bite your lip, a happy blush on your cheeks, and hold out the bowl of grapes you had been snacking on in a wordless offering. 

He thinks it’s one of his favorite days ever that he can remember, and he can’t wait to experience them for the rest of his life with you. 

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Part Eight :: Series Masterlist :: Main Masterlist

Notes: I hope you liked this one! Nervous is an understatement. Would love to hear any thoughts you may have :)

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Today marks 6 years since I started this blog!

Thank you all for following! Whether you followed back in October 2017 or earlier today, I appreciate every single one of you.

And for some other things I wanna say, which I don't think affects anyone and isn't exactly news, especially to anyone who might be paying attention, but more just me acknowledging it: I haven't really been attending to this blog that much in the past couple of years, but especially this one. I've largely just let the queue run and fill it up with older quotes every couple of months. I made this blog when I was in high school and had more free time; I am now something that somewhat resembles an actual adult (if you squint maybe) with more Adult Responsibilities and Situations (but as I have unfortunately realized, adulthood does not erase feeling teenage emotions all that much). I've had less time and frankly less bandwidth to devote more time to this blog - especially to create quotes at the rate I did the first 3 years. And something that has hindered me even more in attending to this blog and is in part why I started to do so was that starting around 2020, a lot of times, I could not open my inbox, direct messages, or activity page on this site. I don't know if the culprit of that was my browser, my old laptop, or our famously well-functioning website Tumblr, but this would frequently happen and would do so for weeks at a time. I'm not saying this was the only reason why there have been unanswered asks and submissions for years (see above: increasing Adult Situations and the Toll they have taken on me), but that certainly played a heavy hand.

I'm in some new circumstances and over the past couple weeks, they have been a bit more stable and consistent - I've actually made about 85 new incorrect quotes and have put them in the queue, an amount I don't think I've been able to manage since the early months of 2020 before quarantine. Opening the inbox and DMs seem to be less of a problem lately, so I've also put in the queue a good amount of those submissions I've had sitting in my inbox for a while and will try to do more, though unfortunately some of the blogs that have submitted quotes have since been deactivated. I'm going to try to answer some asks in the coming days, but again, a lot of these are months and years old, and a part of me feels a bit awkward only just responding now and I'm wondering if it's respectful at all, but I still wanna do it.

That is to say, even though I am in a more manageable situation, I'm not promising that I am now going to attend to this blog like I did in the beginning, or even that much more than I have the past few years. I have learned that circumstances can change with no notice at all. I'm also not saying there's no guarantee that I'll be even less present here or won't stop running this blog altogether when the current queue runs out - not that I'm planning on it, but I can't completely rule that out as a possibility. But even if I ever stop attending to this blog, I don't think I'll ever delete it altogether, if you're worried about that.

So, thank you for sticking around with this blog for the past 6 years! And for sticking with this post that got a lot longer than I thought it would be. This post probably sounds like a whole lot of nothing, but I still wanted to say it, and I thank you for putting up with it. Hope you have a good day! 💕💕💕

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Liminality: Part 6

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Female Reader

Word Count: 9,580

Rating: M.

Summary: Secrets are revealed, and you learn that there's much more to the situation in Florida than meets the eye.

Author’s note:

I've been so excited to get to this chapter that it's unreal. I hope it's as satisfying for you to read as it was for me to write. I know there's been a lot of back and forth, and that this won't answer everything ... but it's a start.

One last Feral Frankie Friday for 2023 - thank you for reading. Please come yell in my inbox if you'd like

Masterlist (for the journal entries and all of the other 'extras' + previous chapters)

You drove to the hospital in a daze, your grip on the steering wheel tight. 

Ashley’s words replayed over in your mind as you traveled, and by the time you parked, you realized that there were tears dripping down your cheeks, your eyes brimming with more. What if he dies? What if he’s gone? What if he… 

Taking a deep breath, you tried to focus, though you only gave yourself a few seconds before you forced yourself out of the car and toward the emergency room’s entrance. You stopped at the front desk and gave them Alec’s name, explaining that you were his cousin and that his fiancee had called you, and the woman directed you to the elevators and the correct floor. 

Even though it was only a short ride up, it felt like it took forever. When the doors opened, you nearly sprinted through them, looking for the woman you’d seen in the picture. You didn’t have far to go - she stood from the chair she was sitting in and rushed toward you, her big, green eyes just as full of tears as yours were. “You made it.” 

With a silent nod of your head, you wrapped your arms around her, the two of you hugging tightly under the fluorescent lighting. When you broke apart, she looked up at you and gave you a watery smile, reaching up to swipe some of her tears away. She looks exhausted. “How is he? Is he -”

“He’s still in surgery.” She led you into the small waiting room, which was empty aside from the two of you. “It …” She winced as she sat, curling up onto one of the larger armchairs, her right hand moving to cradle her stomach. You couldn’t help it, glancing down to look at her swollen belly, the material of a faded t-shirt stretched over it. “It could have been a lot worse, but he’s going to make it.” There was a question you wanted to ask, though you didn’t want to make it seem like an accusation. But before you could open your mouth again, she beat you to it. “He wasn’t bitten.” 

You deflated, relief coursing through your body. That’s one good thing. “That’s a good thing, right?” 

“It is.” She nodded, sighing. “It’s hard enough when you’re born into it, but learning? It’s even harder. And with the baby coming in a few months, it wouldn’t…” She bit her lip, her hand moving slowly over the bump. “I love him, but I can’t handle two newborn wolves right now.” You smiled, despite the severity of the situation, and Ashley continued. “I needed to run, so we found a campground last night as soon as we got here. It was cutting it close, but …” She shrugged. “He likes to come with me, and hang out in the woods. So he brings a second tent and we find a clearing, and …” She sniffled, wiping her cheeks again. “We did that last night. Figured we’d call you this morning and let you know we were here, and …” 

You reached out with one hand, taking hers and squeezing. You felt the edges of her engagement ring digging into your palm, and when you released her hand you looked down at it, eyes widening. “That’s gorgeous. Alec’s got good taste.” 

“He does.” She held up her hand, her smile growing. It was short-lived, though, and only moments later, she squeezed her eyes shut and kept telling the story. “So we hiked out a little ways away from the campground, because we both figured that there was no way if you were right, we’d pick the same place as the other one, you know?” You nodded, waiting. “He set up the tent and then when the sun went down, I changed. As soon as I did, I smelled another wolf. It was far off, but I caught it on the wind.” 

“So there was two.” You sucked in a breath. “We were on the river and heard -”

“I saw the text this morning.” She nodded and then spoke again, her voice lower. “One of the wolves you heard was me.” Ashley leaned in. “But the other one… Alec told me to go, to look for it, and so I took off. I could cover a ton of ground, and I thought … I thought if I could find it, I could do something about it - lead it closer to Alec and injure it somehow so he could take care of it in the morning after he got some answers when it was human, but …” She looked down, more tears forming. “I ran off looking for it, and it came looking for me, but found him.” 

“Oh, shit.” You covered your mouth, not knowing what else to say. So it attacked him while she was gone? 

“When I realized that it had passed me, I turned around and got back as fast as I could. I made it just in time. Alec was holding a gun on it, but he didn’t want to outright kill it in wolf form, and before I could do anything, it lunged.” She shook her head, brow furrowed. “I’ve never just seen one of us attack like that. It was playing with him; clawing at trees and circling, just trying to scare him at first. It knocked the gun out of his hands and then swiped at him.” She moved her hand to her side, pressing on it. “He was huge. Bigger than just about anything I’ve ever seen, and the claws were …” She met your eyes again, her lips pressed together. “I went after it before Alec hit the ground, and I knocked it away. I put myself between them, but it didn’t care.” 

“You what?”

“He’s my mate. What I feel for him is even stronger when I’m …” She gestured at herself, and then pointed at her stomach. “Especially now, since there’s a part of him inside of me. My only thought was to protect him. If I didn’t stand my ground, the other wolf would have…” She stopped talking when a pair of nurses walked into the room, talking quietly, and only started again once they’d disappeared through a set of doors, leaving the two of you alone. “We’ve met unfriendly packs before. But this was different. It was angry. It would have killed him and then come after me, no questions asked. So I attacked it.” 

Your jaw dropped, and you realized you were in awe of the woman; five months pregnant and willingly putting herself in immediate danger to save Alec and their unborn child. “Did you scare it away?” 

“He was bigger but sort of … clumsy. Like he’s still getting used to what the wolf can do?” She shrugged. “Whoever he is, he hasn’t … he was turned. I was able to pin him and then get my …” Ashley licked her lips. “I bit him. Here.” She tapped on her left shoulder, nodding. “Got him good, but he got me, too, on the leg, and then just sort of flung me off of him and ran in the opposite direction. He’ll be feeling that today, just like I am.” She was crying again, and she reached out for you, taking both of your hands in hers. “I could have chased him. I should have. But I didn’t want to leave Alec.” 

“Of course not.” You nodded, understanding completely. “I would have stayed with him, too.” 

“I couldn’t drag him back to the tent or to the campsite. I would have bitten him.” She covered her eyes with one hand. “So all I could do was stay with him and keep him warm until the moon set and I was me again. It was hours, and he was just bleeding everywhere, but as soon as I could, I called 911 and they came and got him, and …”

“What did you tell them? How did you -”

“Location sharing. I told them I woke up in my tent and he was gone, so I followed the trail to where his phone last was. My phone was at the campsite all night, so even if they checked … they would have seen that my story was true.” She sighed. “They got to him quick, and rushed him here and took him back to surgery immediately, and I called you after I finished filling out his paperwork. He’s got some internal bleeding, and needs a transfusion. He’s going to have some nasty scars, but … he’s going to live, and he’s still…” Human. 

The unspoken word was heavy between you. You nodded in reply, taking her hand again and looking directly into her eyes. “I’m glad you were there. I’m glad you were able to protect him. And…” You lowered your head. “And to confirm that I was correct to come here because the Chaos line is … in Florida.” 

“It is.” She blew out a breath. “I’ve seen everything that you’ve sent to Alec, and you … you’re very thorough.” She opened her mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by a male voice saying her name. “Yes? That’s me?”

“I have some news about Alec, if you’d like to come with me -”

“You can tell me right here.” She got to her feet, pointing at you. “She’s his family too. Second on his emergency contact list.” The man - you assumed he was the surgeon, or one of them - nodded twice. “Is Alec -”

“He’s out of surgery right now and going into recovery.” The man held up a hand as Ashley sagged into you, one of your arms winding around her shoulders. “There was some internal bleeding, but once we got in there and cleaned it up, we were able to stop it quickly and take care of a few other issues, too. He got a transfusion, and is currently stitched up. He’ll be on a series of antibiotics. We’ve also checked his vaccination history and brought him up to date on the relevant ones, like we always do with a wild animal bite or scratch.” The man paused, looking down at the floor for a few seconds. “Your fiance was very lucky. We’ll keep him for a day or two just to make sure everything looks good, and to check for signs of infection.” 

“When will he wake up?” She straightened up, taking a deep breath. “Is he -” 

“Within the next hour or so.” The man held up a hand. “I can take you into the room, so you can wait.” He paused, sighing. “But we usually only let one person back, and I’ll warn you, Alec’s going to be very groggy for up to a couple days, so -”

“I can come back.” You nodded immediately, squeezing Ashley’s hand. “You go and be with him now, and I can come back when he’s more awake.” Hearing from the doctor had helped to calm you, and you could tell it had done the same with Ashley, the woman’s breathing normal and her tears mostly stopped. She turned to you and hugged you tightly, whispering thank you into your ear. When she stepped back, she took a deep breath, nodding. 

“I’ll call you later, if that’s alright? If he’s up to it, you can -” 

“That’s fine. I’ll keep my phone on.” You stood in the waiting room until the two of them had disappeared, and once they were gone, you went limp, shoulders sagging. He could have died and I was gloating about being right. 

Taking a few seconds to compose yourself, you headed back for the elevator, reaching into your bag for your phone. I’ll turn the volume on and - 

You weren’t expecting to see ten missed calls from Frankie along with a series of text messages and two voicemails. What the fuck? 

Hurrying toward your car, you waited until you were sitting down to call him back, figuring that you wouldn’t have much time before he had to head out on his first flight. But Frankie answered after the first ring, his tone almost frantic. “Where are you? I’ve been calling you all morning, and you’re not at your apartment and -” 

“How do you know I’m not there?” Frowning, you tapped on the steering wheel. “I -”

“Because I’m siting in your driveway.” What? 

“You should be at the airport.” You scoffed, unsure of what to say next. “You -”

“I called off.” It was the first time he’d ever snapped at you, and you went silent at the tone of his voice, gasping in surprise. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I just … I saw your texts this morning, and then talked to Benny and Pope, and… they’re talking about it on the news. There was another attack, and -” 

“I’m at the hospital, Frankie.” You sagged against the seat, interrupting him as he swore loudly on the other end of the line. “I’m fine. My cousin’s not, though, he -”

“Your cousin? Why is -”

“It’s a long story.” You started your car, sighing. “I’m about a half hour away.”

“I’ll wait.” He paused and then said your name, his voice quiet. “Please be careful.” You assured him you would and started your car, hanging up the phone. 

Frankie being at your apartment was a shock, but not as shocking as the fact that he’d called off. You hoped it wasn’t because he’d been unable to contact you, but you wouldn’t have that answer until you saw him. And I can’t see him until I get back. “Fuck.” You tapped your forehead against the steering wheel, sighing. “What a long fucking morning.” 

— 

Frankie was leaning against the liftgate of his truck when you pulled up, his foot tapping on the ground. You had to admit that he looked worried, but that still didn’t answer any questions for you - and so you hurried to exit your car, not bothering to lock it behind you. “Frankie, you really didn’t -”

“You heard wolves? There aren’t any wolves in Florida. Are you sure you …” He followed you to the door, uncertainty in his tone. “Could it have been something else? Like a coyote or a -”

“Frankie, I know what a fucking wolf sounds like.” You slid your shoes off and then sat down hard on the couch, putting your face into your hands. “We all heard it. Benny and Manny and -”

“What is this?” His tone was entirely different than it had been, and when you raised your head, your mouth fell open in wordless shock. Oh fuck. “What is …” He was holding your open journal, looking between the pages and you. “It …” 

You’d been so exhausted after the hours you’d spent working the previous night that you hadn’t bothered to put anything away before dragging yourself to bed. And after Ashley’s phone call, you’d run out of the apartment before doing anything but putting shoes on and grabbing your bag. How the fuck am I going to explain this? You watched as he looked around the room, his eyes landing on the papers and photos scattered around the space before he looked back at you, confusion clearly written across his features. 

“It’s my research.” He was still standing in front of you, and for the first time, you realized how tired he looked, the man’s face paler than usual, making the dark circles under his eyes stand out. “Frankie, I -” 

“Why are you really here?” He closed your journal, leaning forward to set it down on the table, the man straightening up and crossing his arms. You didn’t miss the wince as he did it, Frankie slowly rolling his shoulders back and shaking his head. “Why were you at the -” He’s hurt. He’s hurt and it’s something to do with his arm, and … 

“My cousin was attacked by something last night in the same fucking swamp where I heard a wolf howling, Frankie.” You rose to your feet, moving slowly. “I was at the hospital because his fiancee called me. She wanted me to know that he was alright.” You took a deep breath, staring at the man and trying to figure out the likelihood of getting past him and into the bedroom before he could catch you. It probably won’t happen. “I got like an hour of sleep last night, and …” You stepped to the side and Frankie followed you with a half step, his eyes never leaving your face. “I need to make coffee, Frankie. I -”

“What is all of this?” He used one hand to gesture to the living room without uncrossing his arms, the man staying still. “The -”

“I’ll tell you everything as soon as I have coffee. Do you want some?” You smiled at him, though you knew he could probably tell it was strained. “I have an extra mug.” You stepped toward the kitchen as you spoke, hoping that you still appeared calm, even though you were anything but. There’s no way. There’s no way it was … “His fiancee’s going to call me when he’s less groggy, but -” 

You broke for it then, abruptly moving through the kitchen and into the bedroom, diving for the bed - and the nightstand where you kept the only weapon you thought would help keep you safe: one of the guns that had been passed down through generations of your family, the chamber loaded with six silver bullets. 

Whipping around, you pointed it at the man, shaking your head. “What the fuck are…” He stopped, holding up both hands at the same time his eyebrows shot up. “Why do you have a gun pointed at me?” You knew that in all reality, the man would be able to disarm you without issue, injured or not. But not before I could get off a shot. Not before… He said your name, shaking his head. “What’s going on?” 

“Who are you, Frankie? What are you?” You took a shaky breath, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from crying. I don’t know if I want the answers to these questions. “Where were you last night?” 

“I was at home.” He stepped closer, shaking his head. “I went to bed early because I had to fly today, and -” He’s lying. 

“Bullshit.” You jerked your chin forward, eyes dropping briefly to his arm. “What’s that scar from, Frankie?”

“I told you, I got hurt in South America a couple years ago.” He wet his lips, tilting his head to the side. “What are you really asking me?” 

You saw it then - emotions like a dark cloud across his face, the look in his eyes going hard, even as the gun wavered slightly in your hands. You didn’t want to clarify. You didn’t want to put the question into words because once you did, you’d have to make a choice. But then you thought of Alec and Ashley, the pair in a hospital room and your cousin in pain, the woman having to come to terms with putting herself and her unborn baby into danger to save the man she loved. 

“How’d you hurt your arm, Frankie?” You blinked, swallowing around a lump in your throat. “You were fine the last time I saw you, and something happened. What was it?”

“I was putting the doors back on yesterday, and I hurt myself lifting one of ‘em. That’s why I called off today.” He let out a steady breath, never looking away from you. “I can barely lift it, see?” He extended his right arm, slowly bringing it upward, but he didn’t get too far before he hissed in pain, his left hand moving to grip the bicep. “Fuckin’ hurts, and… can we please put the gun down? I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t like having a goddamn weapon pointed at me.” 

You struggled to remember which arm Ashley had told you she’d bitten on the wolf. I think it was the right. But maybe … maybe it was the left, and … “Frankie…” 

“Why. Are. You. Here?” He straightened his shoulders, shaking his head. “What is all that in the other room?” You rose from the bed, the gun held steady. “Talk to me. Please.” You stared at him, thinking. You have to ask. You have to know. Planting your feet, you took a deep breath and held it, eyes locked with his. 

“My cousin was attacked last night by a werewolf, Frankie. He was attacked by the same wolf that brought me here.” His eyes widened, uncertainty flashing through them, but you kept going. I’ve already lost him, so what does it matter now? “I’ve been looking for these goddamn wolves since I turned eighteen, and everything led me here, to Florida.” You repositioned your fingers, your index sliding closer to the trigger. “Tell me you’re not the wolf that attacked him. Tell me you’re not a wolf, Frankie, because -”

He stared at you for a few seconds, the look in his eyes softening before he spoke. “I wish I could.” You gasped at his words, your entire body shaking, but you reacted on instinct, finger moving onto the trigger - and that’s when Frankie moved, too. 

He was faster than you thought he would be, his fingers closing around your wrist and squeezing, your grip on the gun going slack. He caught it with his other hand even as you cried out, but Frankie was quick to slip the handgun into the waistband of his jeans before reaching out for your other arm, his fingers closing around your bicep as you uselessly tried to claw at his chest. “Let me go. Let me fucking -”

“I’m not going to hurt you.” You were only inches from his face and staring directly into his eyes, the look in them calm. You caught more of the gold that you’d seen the first night, but you also saw the worry in them, Frankie’s expression softening. “I’d never hurt you. The last thing I want to do is hurt anyone.” 

You wanted to believe him. You wanted to trust what he was saying, even though he’d all but admitted that he was a wolf. And we heard two, so that means he was there, and it had to be him that attacked … “Take off your shirt.” He jerked back, confused. “My cousin’s fiancee attacked the wolf that attacked him. She bit him on the shoulder, and there should be a mark.”

“Your cousin’s fiancee bit a werewolf?” He looked genuinely confused, his frown deepening as his brow furrowed.

“She’s a wolf too. It’s a long fucking story.” Despite your fear and apprehension, you rolled your eyes. “But she said the wolf would be hurt today, and since you’re trying to convince me that you conveniently hurt your arm at work yesterday…” He let you go immediately, reaching down with his right arm and using it to pull his t-shirt over his head, exposing his torso to you. 

There was nothing out of the ordinary, and when Frankie spun around in a slow circle, you paid attention to his shoulders and neck, looking for remnants of a bite mark or bruising. You couldn’t see most of his right one thanks to the tattoo, but it looked completely intact, as did his left, and when Frankie turned to face you again, he sighed. “See? It’s just muscle aches. I’m getting fucking old. I didn’t get attacked by your cousin’s fiancee last night.” 

You were confused - and exhausted, but you still needed him to explain. Frankie must have seen the look on your face because he raised an eyebrow, gesturing with one hand toward the living room. You nodded, sighing, and when he reached for the gun again, holding it out toward you, you took it, though you didn’t grip the handle as tightly you had before - and you didn’t point it at him. Maybe I’m overthinking it.

You carried it with you back into the other room, bypassing the kitchen and sinking down onto the couch, the man standing in front of you and setting one hand on his hip after putting his shirt back on with another wince. “You’re really here looking for a werewolf?” His voice was soft, but you nodded in reply, unsure of whether or not you’d be able to answer in words. “Fucking hell. I don’t … I don’t know where to start.” 

“I know you probably think I’m insane, but -”

“I don’t. Three years ago, yeah. I would have, but …” He glanced up at your ceiling and then back at you, his head shaking back and forth slowly. “I did get hurt in South America. And I did get the tattoo to cover the scars once they healed.” He touched the inside of his arm, looking down. “But it wasn’t from an ambush.” 

“What happened to you, Frankie?” In spite of your uncertainty, you felt for him, watching as he struggled to tell you his story. “You -”

“After we all retired from the Army, we uh… went our separate ways. Pope stayed in Colombia. Tom came back and started with real estate. Benny started fightin’, and Will … he started doing talks for people that were readjusting to civilian life.” He sighed. “I wanted to keep flying, so I took a transport job to keep my license current.” Frankie shook his head. “Lasted a couple years. Me an’ Becca got pregnant, but I was … I wasn’t in a good place mentally. I made some shitty decisions, and I got busted for coke.” 

“What?” He held his hand up again, closing his eyes and shaking his head. 

“I only used occasionally. Helped with my nightmares. But I got popped, and lost my license for a while, and then Pope came back and said he had one more thing for us to do, and … we all agreed. Even though we knew it was bullshit, we all agreed.” He swallowed hard, rubbing at his face. “Long story short, we stole 250 million dollars from a Colombian drug lord and were trying to fly it through the fuckin’ jungle in an old military helicopter and I crashed. I crashed because it was too much fucking weight, and we went down somewhere in the middle of fucking nowhere.” 

You were stunned, your mouth hanging open. Every word that came out of his mouth was more unbelievable than the last, except … Except it makes sense. They’re all so well off, and they shouldn’t be, because they don’t have careers, they had the military, and … 

“We should have died, but we didn’t. We crashed into a farmer’s field, and of course the people there tried to steal the money. We were all disoriented as fuck, and when we were trying to diffuse the situation, one of us fired first on one of the guys in the village, and a kid… a kid lunged at me and attacked me. Redfly shot and killed him, but afterward we realized he bit me. Didn’t look like a regular bite, but everything happened so fast, we didn’t really think about it until later. Ironhead just wrapped it and we put all the money on some mules and got the fuck out of there.” What the fuck? “Everything took longer on foot, and a couple days later, I … it was a full moon, and …” 

“The kid was a wolf?” He nodded, the expression on his face a mixture of sadness and hopelessness. “Jesus, Frankie.” 

“I’m lucky none of the guys shot me right there. But I just … I took off. Scared the hell out of me and it hurt like a bitch, but … I came back the next morning, and they were terrified. They didn’t know what to think. Will was … the only levelheaded one, convinced ‘em to hear me out.” He lowered his head, his foot tapping against the floor. “I -”

“Come sit.” You tapped your hand on the cushion next to you after setting the gun down on the table, your voice soft, even as your brain and heart were at odds. No. He’s not part of the line. He didn’t… he couldn’t have.  “Come sit, Frankie.” He moved slowly but he sat down, leaving space between you. “You can keep going, if you want.” He looked over at you, the man’s eyes filled with gratitude. “I’m listening.” 

“We hauled ass to get to our pickup point. Took a couple weeks to get from the crash to the boat, but we managed to get most of the money with us. It’s all going through an offshore bank, but we’re … we’re set for life. We have to be careful about how we spend it, but …” He shrugged. “No amount of money was able to help me understand what the fuck…” Frankie hung his head, breathing heavily. “The guys are the only ones that know. Becca doesn’t. She’d never let me see Carmen again.” 

“Carmen’s not -” 

“No. She was a couple months old when I left for that last trip. Shit was already bad between me and Becca then, too. And when I got back, it was worse because I couldn’t explain where I was going every month during the full moon, y’know? I also couldn’t tell her any of what happened in South America.” He looked over at you, his eyes brimming with tears. “It was easier to just let her think that I was using again or cheating than it would have been to try to explain this.” He laughed, the sound bitter. “So we broke up for good. She made me drug test before she let me see my daughter, and of course it all came back good, which brought up a bunch of questions, but…it didn’t even matter at that point.” He shrugged. “You’re the first person I’m telling this to in three years.” 

“And I pointed a gun at you.” Pressing the heel of your hand to the bridge of your nose, you sighed. “Fuck, Frankie, I’m -” 

He cautiously reached over and put his hand atop the one between your bodies, letting the weight of it rest there. “I understand. That’s a normal reaction, especially… if you’re here looking for a wolf.” He sighed. “I moved in with Benny for a little while when I got back, just to get on my feet. Pope went to get his girl, and I couldn’t … I didn’t want to be alone. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, so every month was …” 

“You’ve never talked to another wolf?” He shook his head. “How did you -”

“The guys helped. That’s why we bought the RV?” He actually smiled, the expression lighting up his face for a brief moment. “I was there last night, with Pope. Nowhere near where you were, or where your cousin was attacked. One of the guys comes with me every month and stays in the camper while I’m … out. I’m always exhausted in the morning, so I need someone to drive me back. I’ve done some research online, but …” He shrugged. “Couldn’t exactly go back and talk to anyone that knew he kid who bit me and I didn’t know how to find anyone else, so I just … tried to move on. I knew there were others, but until a couple months ago, I didn’t think they were here.” 

“You knew there was another one here?” You believed him - using Frankie’s pause to think back to the way Benny’s first call had been to Pope, to confirm his and Frankie’s location. They weren’t close. And even as a wolf, it would take an hour to get from where the camper is to where we were, and … thank fuck it wasn’t him. 

“Fuck yeah. As soon as the bodies started showing up? I had a hunch. But it’s…. Even the first time I turned, I never wanted to hurt anyone. I was scared, and confused, but I was still… me. I knew who my friends were, and I didn’t want to hurt them or have one of them hurt me, so I ran. And I’ve done that every time since. So whoever’s doing that is … they’re doing it because they want to.” 

Flipping your hand over, you slid your fingers between his, moving closer on the couch. This is unbelievable. “Thank you for telling me the truth.” 

“Thank you for listening.” He elbowed you gently. “Will you tell me more about why you’re here? I want to -” He was interrupted by the ringing of your phone, and when you pulled it from your bag, you saw Alec’s picture on the screen. 

“Ashley?” The woman spoke after a few seconds, sounding much better than she had the last time you’d seen her. 

“He’s awake, but he’s still really out of it. It might … it might be better if you come tomorrow. He’s been in and out, and I don’t know if he’s going to want someone else in here to see him like this.” You understood - and told her as much, agreeing to call her the following morning. But just as she was about to hang up, you looked over and eyed Frankie, the man staring down at both hands, which were clasped together between his knees. 

“I know that you’ve got a lot going on, Ashley, but I think … there’s someone you need to talk to.” His head whipped toward you, his eyes going wide. You reached out, laying a hand on his knee and squeezing. “There’s more than two of you here, and …” You heard her gasp, the smile reappearing on your face when you next spoke. “I’m sitting next to someone right now that could definitely benefit from having a conversation with you.” 

“You’re joking.” You assured her you weren’t, keeping your eyes on Frankie. “Fucking Florida.” You laughed at that, and she chuckled with you for a few seconds before sighing. “If you can bring him with you tomorrow, I’ll… I’ll talk to him while you’re with Alec.” 

You thanked her and then hung up, setting the phone down. Your hand was still on Frankie’s knee, and when you said his name quietly, he turned his head, staring at you wordlessly. “I really am sorry about the gun.” He nodded. “And I will tell you about why I’m here, but I need … I need to get some sleep. I’m exhausted, and you look like you are, too.” 

“I am.” He moved to stand, but you kept your hand in place, the man going stiff. “Why are -” 

“We should get some rest.” You used your other hand to point to the bedroom, your thumb sweeping over the denim-covered outside of his knee. “I know you live close, but …”

“You want me to stay? Even though -” He seemed genuinely surprised, but you agreed immediately, rising to your feet and holding your hand out to him. 

“I’m looking for a specific line of wolves, Frankie, not trying to get rid of all of them.” You took a deep breath, thinking back to the previous few weeks and how kind Frankie had been to you. And how much I like being around him. “And the last thing I want to do right now is get rid of you.” There was more you’d need to grapple with later, but in that moment, all you could think about was going to sleep - and showing him that his instinct to tell you everything hadn’t been a bad decision.

He stood slowly, but didn’t take your hand. Instead, he cautiously reached up with his uninjured arm, his hand sliding around to the back of your head while he leaned in. The man’s lips found - and rested against - your forehead, just at your hairline. Slipping your arms around his body, you hugged him tightly, the two of you standing silently in your living room. 

He finally spoke up, stepping back even though he was hesitant to pull his hand away. “Good. Because I’m really fucking tired. And even though I did hurt my arm at work, running around on all fours last night didn’t help.” 

You laughed at his words - you couldn’t help yourself - and let Frankie lead you back into the bedroom. He closed the door behind the two of you, the room getting darker. “Do you need to be up at any specific time? I don’t want to keep you from -”

“No.” He shook his head. “Is it alright if I take my jeans off? I don’t want you to think I’m trying to… hint at anything.” 

“You could take all of your clothes off right now, and I think I’d be too tired to do anything about it.” You yawned then, as though your body was trying to prove a point. “Get comfortable. Whatever you need.” 

He hesitated but then undid the button on his jeans, sliding them down his legs. You followed suit, changing from the outfit you’d put on to go to the hospital back into pajamas. Only a minute or so later, the two of you were in bed, Frankie laying on his left side and you in front of him, facing the man. 

It was quiet for a few minutes, both of you relaxing into the bedding. What a fucking morning. When you felt him running a hand over your arm, you opened your eyes and met his, Frankie’s face only inches away. “I was really worried today, when Pope told me what happened?” He wet his lips, tongue visible for a split second. “He told me as soon as I came back. And then you didn’t answer when I called, and …” 

You believed him - and because you believed him, it made you feel worse about your overreaction earlier. How could I have thought he… “I’m fine. I’m right here, and now that I know I’m in the right place, I can …” You sighed. “I’m going to be alright, Frankie. I’m going to figure this out.” 

“Yeah, you will.” He leaned closer, brushing his lips against yours. “Because now you’ve got me around.” 

—  

You woke up late afternoon, the rumble of your stomach loud and almost painful. But Frankie still slept beside you, his face relaxed and smooth. 

He smelled like the forest - like cedar and the cypress trees and the dirt that he’d been running through the previous night, and you realized that he hadn’t even showered before coming to see you. That despite his fatigue, he’d gotten into his truck to come find you immediately after being dropped off by Pope and before doing anything else. Oh, Frankie.

You watched him silently, his breathing deep and even, and you tried to figure out how you’d missed everything pointing toward the fact that he was a wolf - and that his friends knew. 

There’d been signs - the scarring on his arm, the things that the guys had said and done in your presence, Frankie’s own admission that he needed to be careful when it came to his behavior with you. You wondered if your attraction to him had just blinded you to the truth, or if the fact that you’d never actually encountered a wolf before was the issue - and you’d just assumed, despite knowing better - that all of them would be like the ones you hunted, even as humans. 

You’d only known him for a month, but Frankie seemed absolutely normal in all the ways that mattered, and that was especially true after learning how much he’d been through since getting bitten. And he had no one. He did this on his own, and … 

“Your stomach is going to eat itself.” His voice thick with sleep, you watched the man’s lips lift into a smile, his eyelids opening halfway. “You should do something about that.” 

“Are you hungry?” He nodded almost immediately, humming with the motion. “I can make breakfast. I know it’s late, but it’s quick.” 

“That’s fine.” He opened his eyes fully then, staring at you. “I haven’t eaten since last night.” Frankie sighed. “When I’m… out there, I have to eat something. I usually do it at the beginning of the night, and then by the end I’m exhausted and hungry again, so…”

“I didn’t even think of that.” I definitely don’t want to know what he’s eating out there. Biting your lip, you frowned. “Doesn’t that fuck with your human digestion?” 

“It did. That’s why I do it when I first shift over. Gives me more time to get it out of my system before I change back.” 

“Does it hurt?” You reached over, taking a deep breath as you placed your hand on his arm. “Changing? How does -”

“It’s not comfortable.” He raised and lowered his shoulders in a shrug, never looking away from you. “I’m not sure what it’s supposed to feel like, because I’ve never …” He paused. “I’ve never had anyone to ask.”

“Tomorrow.” You nodded, eyes on him. “You’ll talk to Ashley tomorrow, and then you won’t be alone anymore, Frankie.” 

“I want to kiss you.” You heard the emotion in his voice, Frankie shifting on the mattress. “But I don’t -”

“Did you at least brush your teeth this morning?” It wasn’t the time for jokes, but you felt it was a legitimate question, especially since you’d just talked about him eating as a wolf. But Frankie’s reaction was with a genuine smile - the man’s eyes widening.

“Yes. First thing I do when I get back every time. It -”

You moved before he could finish the sentence, closing what little space was left between you. 

When your mouths met, you weren’t thinking of anything but Frankie - of the fact that he was right there, in front of you - that he’d been worried about you, and that he trusted you enough to bare so many important parts of himself even after he had an idea that you might have come to Florida to harm him. 

You kissed him hard, trying to pour everything into it - understanding and concern and emotion, and by the time he’d parted his lips, waiting for you to take initiative to deepen the kiss, you were crying, tears leaking down your cheeks and likely dropping onto his face.  

His eyes were wet, too, and when you separated and opened yours, you reached up to swipe beneath one of his with your thumb. “Why are you crying?” 

“Because it feels good to be honest with someone.” He laughed, turning his face toward the pillow. “After three fucking years, I can finally… be myself with someone that wasn’t there.” 

“It’s going to feel good to tell you too, Frankie.” You closed your eyes. “For as long as I can remember, it’s just been me and Alec and his mom that were in on the whole thing, and it’s been so goddamn lonely.” 

“Well why don’t we get up?” He pushed up onto one elbow, looking down at you. You stared at him, eyes locked on the way this unruly curls fell over his forehead and his eyes warmed, the man’s stubbled cheeks going round when he smiled. He looks so much better now. Not as tired. Not as … upset. “And you can tell me more about yourself and what brought you here?” 

“How do you like your eggs, Frankie?” You sat up and stretched, yawning. “And how many do you want?”

“As long as they’re not raw, I honestly don’t care right now.” He reached over, running his hand slowly up and down your back. “And I could probably eat a full dozen, but we’ll stick with … six - as long as that’s alright.” 

Assuring him that it was, you climbed out of bed and made your way into the kitchen. Frankie followed, but moved past you and into the living room. “You can look through my notes if you want. It might help you understand a little more.” 

“Can you talk while you cook?” He picked up a stack of pictures, flipping through them. “Seems like you’ve got a lot to say.” 

“I do. And yes.” You pulled eggs and butter from the fridge, reaching for one of the pans in the cupboard next to the stove. “I can talk while I cook, Frankie.” 

— 

A little under two hours later, you’d finished eating, and you were most of the way through explaining your family’s history - and your search for the Chaos line. It had been an interesting conversation, because despite the fact that Frankie was a wolf, he knew nothing about the line, the history of it - or your family. 

He’d listened intently, the man interjecting and asking questions in a few places, waiting for your patient answers. He was shocked that there were so many people that knew of the existence of wolves, and that the networks ran so deep, especially since he and his friends had searched for answers for so long, and came up with nothing. 

“It helps that we’ve been at it for so many years, I’ll be honest.” Sipping your second cup of coffee, you sighed. “We have contacts. We had information. And even though the wolves weren’t willing to work with us anymore, they were aware of us, and sometimes … they reached out to tell us we were way off base or that they’d gotten wind of something. They just didn’t want to be involved.”

“Until Ashley.” He swallowed the last of his coffee, standing and walking into your kitchen. “And Alec.” 

“Yes. I had no idea about them being together until the day before our first flight, which is when I found out everything.” You stood, too, carrying your plate into the kitchen and setting it in the sink. “I’ve gotten so used to the cover story, Frankie, that it’s … it’s easier to stick with that when I meet people. Who’s going to believe me if I tell the truth? I’m usually only in a city for a couple months at a time and then I’m gone. It doesn’t matter who I am or what I’m doing, and even when I meet someone I’m interested in, it’s just casual, so …”

“You don’t have to explain that to me.” He leaned against the counter, holding his injured arm. “I obviously don’t tell anyone either. And that’s one of the reasons starting something with you was … perfect.” Was? “A couple months? Hooking up? It’s not serious, we can have fun, and then go our separate ways. I never lied about who I was, I just … left part of it out. I didn’t like doing it, but… it made sense.” 

“You’re not mad?” 

“I was pretty goddamn upset when you were pointing a gun at me, yeah. But I understand, especially now. And I understand why you had to lie to me, too. This line has been causing you problems, and it sounds like they’re causing other people problems, too. And here?” He wrinkled his nose, annoyance flashing across his face. “Whoever this other wolf is is causing me problems now. I have to be way more careful when I’m running because even though it’s being downplayed as gators or panthers … the police are looking for something else.” 

That was news to you. Even with all of your research and reaching out to contacts, you hadn’t been able to find out much in the way of what Tampa’s law enforcement and animal control were doing in the wake of the attacks. “Seriously?” 

“Yes. Will and Benny get a lot of ‘em in the bar, and you know Benny … he talks to everyone. They hear a lot of what civilians don’t.” Frankie shook his head, absently reaching up to push his hair back and away from his face. “I’ve been trying to figure out who it could be, too. Been trying to catch the wolf during the full moon, but so far … they haven’t come to the area where we camp. And there’s no fucking pattern, so it -” 

“It’s a male wolf.” You crossed your arms, too. “Ashley was clear about that. Said he was huge and kind of clumsy, like he’s new at it.” You winced. “And that’s another reason why I thought you, especially paired with the scar, which meant you hadn’t been born into it, and …” 

“Makes sense.” He swallowed, eyeing you. “I’ve never hurt a human as the wolf. And like I said, someone goes with me every month. I know it’s them. I know their scents. I’ve never wanted to go after someone, except this other wolf.” He straightened up, squaring his shoulders. “I killed enough people while I was deployed and then after, I’m done. I’ve already told the guys that if I ever fuck up, one of ‘em needs to make sure I never do it again.” No. Not him. 

“Frankie -”

“No. This,” he pointed at his arm, his expression angry. “This doesn’t get to change who I am and who I want to be. I can’t help what happened to me, but I can make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else, and that I don’t fucking hurt anyone else because of it.” You stepped forward, laying a hand on  his chest. His heartbeat pounded beneath it, and when you murmured his name, you closed your eyes, breathing slowly. It won’t come to that.

“I believe you. I… don’t want to think about that, but …” He raised a hand and covered yours with it, squeezing. “So what do we do now? Do we tell the guys that it’s not a secret anymore? I can quit the shit with the book now, but if we don’t let them in on the fact that I know …” 

“We can, if you want. Pope’s been trying to tell me that I shouldn’t lie to you, but …” He laughed. “Would you have believed me?”

“I would have. But anyone else? No.” You leaned in, grinning. “Luckily for you, I’m me. And I believe you, and I’m so glad that I know, because now I can … do what I need to do without worrying about hiding anything from you.” 

“Now you know why I had to be so careful with you. Why that night, when I bit your neck?” He moved his hand to your throat, fingertips circling over your skin. “I was worried I broke skin. I don’t know what the rules are, or if I can transmit this when I’m human, but I’ve been so careful about biting, and I just…”

“The person that bit you was human when it happened, right?” 

“I’m not sure. I thought … when he launched himself forward, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. His eyes looked yellow and his face just looked strange, but it was the middle of the day, and … I figured it was just stress.” He stepped back, shaking his head. “Makes no sense.”

“Some wolves can change at will.” Your heart ached for Frankie - and for the years he’d spent feeling alone in the changes he was experiencing. “Maybe he was one of them. Ashley can tell you more, I don’t … I don’t know specifics, but I think it’s more common in the wolves that are born into it.” You shrugged. “I could be wrong.” 

“Seriously?” He glanced down at himself, frowning. “A couple times, when I’ve gotten really worked up, it’s felt … I’ve thought that maybe I might be feeling …” He looked back up at you. “There was a bar fight once, at one of Benny’s matches? And even though I wasn’t involved, it was like I could feel myself changing. Pope said my eyes flashed, too, looked like they were gold.”

“They did that the first night we met. And then the day of my first flight, and then again this morning. They turned gold, Frankie. I thought it was just a trick of the light, but …” Three times? With me? After he said it happened before when he was worked up? “Maybe you’re one of the ones that can change, too.” 

“Maybe.” He smiled, his expression growing hopeful. “And now we have a month to figure shit out.” 

— 

Frankie left a little while later, telling you that he needed to go home and shower, but that you were more than welcome to come over later that night. You declined, though, reminding him that he needed to work the following day, and that getting more sleep wasn’t a bad thing. 

He seemed disappointed but had agreed, the man kissing you goodbye before he walked out of your apartment, his good arm wound around you and your fingers threaded through his hair for the entire length of it. 

It felt good to be honest with someone, to have someone equally willing to confide in you and share the biggest secret they had. But that didn’t mean you were any closer to your goal of finding the other wolf. And that’s why I’m here. I can’t forget that. 

You showered and slept straight through that night, waking up early the next day and reaching out to Ashley to make sure it was still alright that you came by later that afternoon with Frankie. She confirmed that it was and so you sent him a message, telling him that he could stop at your place on his way home from the airport if he wanted, so that he didn’t have to backtrack twice.

That left the entire day for you to work - and you did, taking some of your pictures and papers outside and into the yard, letting the sunlight warm your skin while you pored over what you already knew.

The only pattern you could see was that the wolf wasn’t returning to previous sites. You crossed off all of the ones he’d already been to on the map, noticing that even though they weren’t in any specific order, they seemed to be circling the city of Tampa. There aren’t many new ones left that have campsites. You frowned, tapping your pen on the map. 

A quick Google search told you that one green space that had been skipped was simply a forest, with nothing running through it aside from a highway. That’s out. So you looked elsewhere, nodding as your finger followed the map. 

Hillsborough had been on your shortlist for the 5th full moon, and the other two that remained seemed much more likely for the upcoming month. Upper Hillsborough was the least likely, because even though it had hiking trails, there were no real campgrounds within it. Hilochee had a few options, but it was small, meaning that there was little room to hide. But there is water. And plenty of trees. 

The final option was Green Swamp, and that’s where the RV was parked. But there are so many campsites. And so much ground to cover. And … It seemed almost hopeless, because even if Frankie helped, he could only be in one place at a time. And if we’re in two places, he can’t exactly … fuck. 

He wouldn’t be able to call you and tell you if he found anything. If Ashley wasn’t pregnant, then Alec and I could split up and go to two different places and … But you stopped that thought there, reminding yourself that Alec was injured, and wouldn’t be doing any sort of hunting for the foreseeable future. So it’s just me. And if this lead slips away, then … I’m back to square one. 

You made a few more notes and circled some things on the maps, but by the time you decided to break for lunch, you were frustrated - and worried about Alec… and what Frankie meeting Ashley would mean. 

So you took the afternoon off, trying to distract yourself with a movie. 

It worked - until Frankie texted you and said he was on his way. You replied with a thumbs up and then messaged Ashley to let her know you’d be leaving soon, asking if you could bring anything. 

She said no, so you gathered up your stuff and went outside to wait for Frankie, locking your front door behind you. He pulled up a little while later, the man leaning out the driver’s side window and waving, his eyes hidden by a pair of sunglasses and the ballcap pulled low over his brow. “Good afternoon.” 

“Hey, you.” Opening the passenger side door, you slid into the seat and reached over, laying your hand on his leg. “How’s the arm? How were your flights?”

“It’s better. Still sore, but I’ll be alright.” He put the truck in reverse, reaching behind you to brace himself while he turned his head to look out the back window. “And flights were fuckin’ great. The weather was perfect today.” Once he was in motion again, Frankie squeezed the back of your neck briefly and then returned his hand to the steering wheel. “I thought I’d feel like shit today. But I feel… lighter.” Glancing over, he nodded. “ Feels good.” 

“I’m happy.” You were - genuinely, and when you rolled the window down and let the breeze in on your side, you nodded too. “And I’m excited for you to meet Ashley, Frankie. I hope she has answers.” 

That time, when he reached for your hand and brought your knuckles to his lips, he didn’t stop himself from kissing them … and he didn’t let go of your hand afterward, either. 

— 

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[reysdriver]

Sirius x reader where he’s not answering letters all summer and so the reader decides to sneak into Grimmauld Place to check up on him. Up to you if they get caught or not

You pay Sirius a visit after a month of lost contact — sirius x gn!reader fluff

warnings: slight angst, mention of Sirius' crappy family but no details

words: 0.6k

a/n: it's actually embarrassing how long it's taken me to get to this. I may be going through a lot rn but I admit this has been sitting in my inbox and my drafts for a while, so anon, I'm really sorry and I hope you like it

Even though you and your boyfriend had spent the better part of the last month of school talking about how you can still stay in touch over the break, Sirius hadn’t responded to a single one of your letters so far this summer. You’ve sent at least two per week for a whole month and they’ve all gone unanswered. 

 All kinds of thoughts were digging into your mind as to why this was happening, all of them increasing in intensity the more you let things spiral. 

He’s run off with some pureblood girl his parents set him up with. No, he’s just been lying to you about liking you for months. He’s so relieved to be out of your presence. What if something really bad happened to him?!

But you knew Sirius, you knew yourself, and you knew that these thoughts were only going to get more unrealistic the more you let them fester undealt with. So, you decided the best thing to do was run off and pay your boyfriend a visit. 

✦✧✦✧✦

You hadn’t brought anything other than your wand—which was concealed in your boot—and two sturdy books on your venture to visit Sirius. They were inconspicuous enough so as to not grab any attention from muggles, but effective at what you needed to do. 

After making sure no one was around to see what you were about to do, you placed the two books on the ground and planted a foot on each one, then pulled your wand out from your left shoe and cast a simple levitation spell on each one. It was tough to keep your balance, but you held onto Sirius’ windowsill so it would be easier to stay in one place. 

Sure enough, there he was when you looked into his room. You tapped on the pane of glass separating you two to get his attention and it worked; just as quickly as he turned to face the window, he stood up and rushed to open it for you. 

“What are you doing here?!” Sirius asked, holding your hand to help you inside. 

You shrugged like it was obvious. “You weren’t answering any of my letters. I wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

He looked back at you, defeated. He slumped down on his bed, and you watched him feeling nothing but worry. 

“I’m so sorry, love.” Sirius mumbled sadly. “I wanted to, I really did. I just get so stressed when I’m with my family and then writing back slips my mind. Then the more I leave writing to you, I just feel more guilty and I just feel bad writing back at all.”

Instead of a verbal response, you embraced your boyfriend in a tight hug, knowing this is definitely the most loving interaction he’s had since you parted ways at the train station a month ago. 

“It’s okay. I understand now that you’ve told me.” You told him. “Do you want me to stay here, Siri?”

He looked at you with teary eyes. “Yeah, as long as we don’t do anything to get caught by my parents.”

“Okay, I’ll stay as long as you promise me one thing.”

He looked up at you, slightly confused, as you brushed your fingers through the silky hair you missed all summer. “What is it?”

“No more one-sided communication. Even if it’s just you sending back letters complaining about your family. I want to hear from my boyfriend when we’re apart.”

He pulled your hand down from the top of his head and brought it down to his lips so he could kiss your palm before answering. “Promise, my dear. I’ll start writing one right now if you’d like.”

[marimayscarlett]

I need more unhinged Richard quotes, like the whole “[coc*ine when you’re young vs when you’re old]” thing or I may simply pass away

Hi Hello 🤗

This ask has been sitting in my inbox for a while, but now I finally come around to compile some more quotes from Richard's interviews (here is 'Part 1' so to speak).

Off to another tiny little round of stuff Richard says (some are interesting, others a little weird or downright unhinged):

I think the quote you mean is this one [from this audio interview]: "It's like, you know, it's like you know when you were young and could do coke for a fucking month and nothing, y'know? When you get old you need to recover from fucking one week." (and the interviewer is seemingly quite lost: "haha..true..👀")

Now, on to the Fellfrosch gem [interview]: Interviewer: Perhaps the disgust at the bitter aftertaste is really just a problem of overly careless personal hygiene? Richard:  "Tastes change too. Much of what seemed too bitter to us in childhood tastes good to us today. On the other hand, we usually find the sweets from the past too sweet. Every fur frog tastes different. Pure question of taste. There is no judgment in the text. We’re not saying it stinks."

His readiness to try out his talents with on-screen eroticism some more [interview]: "After I shot some erotic scenes for a video the other day I could also imagine doing an entire film in that direction. I was quite nervous in the beginning, but the longer we were shooting the more fun I had. Erotic, mind you, not pornographic."

in the same interview, he discloses the two main activities which bring him relaxation: "I love lying in bed, smoking and watching good movies more than anything. That is the only thing where I can really switch of other than sex. Lots of both, please. [laughs]"

And another quote from said interview regarding in which time period he would've liked to live and about his affinity to the middle ages (which for me as a history geek is so lovely to see that he is into that period as well): "I guess the sword and blade time as I always call it. Knights templar, 11th century. I can answer that this well, because I like to watch even stupid movies when they deal with that period. I just have a huge affinity to it somehow and would love to find out how things were going back then."

The way he pressurized/threatened (?) Jonathan Davis to sing a high note for the song "Silent so long" (man Richard must be such a nice fellow to work with 👀) [interview]: "But there was a high note in the chorus that Jonathan couldn't quite get right. So what to do? He said he couldn't sing that high. So I grabbed the receiver and whispered the following into his ear: "Watch out, Jonathan. This is the German way! Now take both your hands, grab your balls and squeeze until you get that damn sound."

Touring is hard, but partying is even harder [interview]: "Touring is not the problem, but partying is. If you went straight to the hotel after the show - no problem. But if you party until six in the morning, it's getting increasingly more difficult to get out of bed."

Being super vague in moments where we need more facts from him like in this interview, about the "Bück dich" performance of Till and Flake: "If Till had to do it to me… I would probably you know, like… uhm.. I'll do… something."

this whole feverdream here: an interview for the promotion of the first Emigrate album back in 2007, where Richard and his alter Ego "Mister Emigrate" answer the questions 'together'. It's has a Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde vibe to it but is kind of cute ✨

On a more serious note, here he talks about the effects of drugs on him: "I took a lot of cocaine. You reach dimensions that you could never reach otherwise. You can edit a bass drum for eight hours."

Thank you for your interest in even more stuff Richard says 😌