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First Time With Someone Like You…

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader, brief mentions of Billy x reader

Word count: roughly 10.1K

Eddie and his girlfriend finally put a label on it at last and now they’re feeling ready to take another new step together.

Warnings: NSFW (Minors do not interact), oral (f receiving), protected p in v sex, mentions of kinky shit but no kinky shit, reader’s first time having sex, inexperienced reader, terms of endearment (baby, pretty girl, sweetheart), AFTERCARE INCLUDED BECAUSE YES, fluffy sweet sex. 

Author’s note: I got a message the other day from @wdsara48 sending some very sweet thoughts about Bumpy Ride which is my other NSFW piece currently published and asking if I had ever written Eddie with an inexperienced reader and yes I have! This is that piece! It's again part of the same longer work that most of my Eddie stuff is from! Anyway it's on the longer side and I hope you all enjoy!

The Hideout was never a big spot, never drew a big crowd, but recently Corroded Coffin had managed to get a bigger gig - a going away party for a good friend of Gareth’s. The group had all banded together in order to make sure their setlist was flawless, down to a t, and needless to say, it had paid off. 

Corroded Coffin had just finished their rendition of “Jessie’s Girl”, which had left the crowd more than satisfied and their pockets heavier than usual as they began packing up their belongings. Music blared over the speakers, although it was nothing compared to them live. Eddie was also a little stoked on the premise that his girlfriend was here - something that always made him excited. Up until this point, they had never said the words to each other and had never put an official title on it but now…tonight they were ready to introduce her to the band as the girlfriend. People were still laughing and talking, but Y/N and her friend Jude who she had come with weren’t quite ready for the party to be over.

 “Hey Y/Nnnnnn”, Jude sang as they ran up and poked their friend. “Jonathan’s going to drive Nancy, Robin, and I home. Do you want to come?” 

“Oh,” Y/N said as she looked between her friend and the boy she was now thrilled to call her boyfriend, before shaking her head, “Thank you but…I think I have other plans. I appreciate it though! Have fun! And be safe!” She tacked on to the end despite herself. Jude engulfed her in one last hug. 

“You little freak “ they whispered, before heading out the door with the rest of their friends. Eddie was closing his guitar case and walked over to the bar to collect a few last donations people had left for the band. Once he gathered his money, he smiled and jogged to Y/N.

“Hey you”, he looked down at her. 

“Hey there yourself,” she laughed as she took one of his hands into hers, “You put on a remarkable show Munson. Really.” He blushed.

“What can I say?,” He took a pause before asking, “Seriously, what can I even say to you right now? I’m getting so distracted.”

“Maybe brief introductions to your bandmates who I don’t know and then…” Y/N had to take a little breath to gain the courage to ask, “We go back to yours?” Eddie looked into her eyes with disbelief. He grabbed her hand and started fiddling with her fingers out of nerves.

“For sure, yeah. They’ve been dying to meet you”, he said absent-mindedly, as he pulled her over to the boys sitting on the stage. “Hey fellas, there’s someone I want for you to meet”, Eddie beamed. Y/N stood at his side, his hand still in hers as she gained the attention of his bandmates. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m Eddie’s girlfriend.” God did it feel good to say it at last. The band stood in stillness. 

This stillness lasted for eternity. 

Gareth and Jeff looked at each other, trying too hard to hide their smile. Finally, Harrison broke the silence.

“Wow…” he cleared his throat. “ That’s… excuse me….that’s really cool.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to finally meet this girl that Eddie hasn’t been able to shut up about, since the beginning of summer,” Jeff reached out to shake her hand. Y/N let go of Eddie’s hand to return it only for Eddie to take the free hand on the other side of her with a little squeeze.

“It’s equally as nice to meet his wonderful bandmates at last,” Y/N said, returning the hand squeeze with one of her own. 

“Honestly we thought he was making you up,” leaned Harrison, who leaned on the mic stand in order to properly shake his head. 

“Oh really?” Y/N laughed as she looked at Eddie, “He made me sound too good to be true?” 

“You would not believe it. He said you were hotter than Phobe Caits,” Jeff laughed. “Which you actually are,” Eddie turned to face Jeff with a look on his face that spelled out danger, “Respectfully,” Jeff modified with his hands up in the air.

“No one is actually hotter than Phobe Caits,” Y/N said with a smile, “But I appreciate the compliment. Well, I don’t mean to keep you all from cleaning up, let me know if I can help but if not, I’ll just wait until you’re done.” 

“Hey, no worries at all. Just enjoy the music, we’d be happy to give you a ride home,” Harrison said. 

“Considering that I am the one that drove you gentlemen here, I’ll be the one to offer,” Eddie said with a hint of agitation in his voice. He faced Y/N and winked. “The ride offer is also extended to you. We won’t be very long. Right men?”

“Right,” they barked. Y/N decided to let them work and headed to take a seat at the bar until they were done packing up, enjoying the people still partying around her. It wasn’t very long at all before Eddie slid up next to her.

“Hey,” he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, “Just so you know I didn’t do anything tonight. Like, I’m sober. In case you wanted a ride home. Scout’s honor,” he smiled and put up his hand. “And I am totally down for if you want to come over, but if you….” he faded.

“I really would like to if you want,” Y/N said softly, “I am sober too. I had half a drink and called it quits and…I want that but only if you do.” 

“Legendary,” he chuckled. He took her hand. “By the way, my van smells like armpits because of those little shits. Just so we’re clear,” he led her to the door of the bar. He took her hand and led her out of the bar and towards his van parked at the very edge of the parking lot.

“And the smell of weed?” Y/N teased completely as she enjoyed their hands swinging back and forth together. 

“Yeah…that’s me,” he chuckled as they got closer to the car. “You don’t mind it too much?”

“It’s ok, I’ll just have to sit closer to you since I like the smell of your cologne,” she smiled, making his heartbeat pick up.

“Damn,” he opened the car door for her, and offered his help, “you’re making me feel like a princess tonight.” 

“Simply trying to return the favor since you always make me feel that way,” she beamed at him as she got in the car before the rest of the band brought their stuff out and began loading it in. He shut the door gently behind her and continued to hold her hand through the window. He kissed her hand gingerly and then simply leaned against the rearview mirror, gazing at her. He completely ignored his band’s cries for help and complained. He just sat and looked at her. 

“Nice view?” She asked without looking at him. He said nothing. He lost his smile. His face turned into something else. Before Y/N knew it, he was kissing her more passionately and carefully than she had ever been kissed. 

“EDDDDIIIIIEEEEE” the band cried together. He parted from her regretfully and took one last look in her eyes before he continued onto the driver's side. Y/N was absolutely breathless as she processed it with all her fingertips coming up to trace over her lips. Eddie was opening the driver’s side door before she knew it and she had long forgotten his bandmates were present.

“Do me a favor baby and buckle up,” he said as he reached over and buckled Y/N’s seatbelt for her before not buckling his own, “it’s gonna be a bit of a rough ride.” 

“Hey Eddie, are there seat belts back here?” asked Harrison.

“Nope.” Eddie turned on the ignition and pulled out of the space, “Clench your butt cheeks to the seats and shut the hell up!”

Eddie drove as recklessly as possible, having absolutely no regard for the safety of his fellow bandmates… only becoming careful when he remembered Y/N was in the car. 

“Get out” he would say as he pulled up to their house. 

“I had fun Eddie,” they would say sheepishly.

“Out!”

Finally, when the last member had been dropped off, Y/N could watch the tension leave Eddie’s shoulders. 

“They’re good friends, huh?” She asked. 

“They are,” Eddie pulled his van into reverse and sped off the road towards his castle, “They’re young and can be idiots though.”

The pair fell into a comfortable silence until Eddie deemed that as usual, he had something more he needed to say.

“I am beyond proud to be your boyfriend,” He started making Y/N smile, “But I think, for your sake, we should come up with some kind of protocol. I’m not sure if you’d want anyone else to know that we were dating. It could ruin your reputation.” Y/N looked over at him as he drove, processing for a minute. 

“Respectfully, Eddie, I don’t care about my reputation. But…I do understand if you care about yours,” she said honestly, “I mean having me as your girlfriend kinda ruins the scary guy who hates everyone thing you’ve got going.” 

Eddie shook his head and gripped her thigh tighter. “Believe me, if I had things my way I wouldn’t be thought of as scary. People just fear what they can’t understand. And for everyone else in this dumb hick town, I am an enigma.” He pulled into a lot that had multiple trailers and drove slowly. He pulled up to his Uncle’s trailer and turned off his headlights. “I’m saying that it could be potentially dangerous for you. You could be the target of a lot of hate and gossip. Just promise me you will think about this….” Y/N felt her heart break for him just a tiny bit as she looked at him. Taking his face into her hands and turning her to look at him she nodded.

“I will. I promise,” she placed a soft kiss on his cheek which made him melt, “Thank you for taking care of me.” 

“I got you,” He murmured softly, “Always.” Y/N beamed as she leaned over and kissed him on the lips gently before pulling away. He let out a light giggle before he practically leapt out of the car and scurried to open her door for her. “M'lady," he offered her his hand. She giggled as she took it and allowed him to help her out of the car, shutting the door behind her. 

“Thanks, Eddie.” 

“It’s actually Sir Eddie, to be precise, Lady L/N '', he led her to the front door, puffing his chest out to be the most chivalrous version of himself that he could be. 

“Yes sir,” Y/N said with a laugh as she headed up the steps to stand beside him. Hearing this gave Eddie superhuman strength and he bounded up the stairs to open the door for him. Good to note, Y/N thought to herself.

“Just so you know, my Uncle works nights and I think he’s staying with his girlfriend tonight,” Eddie opened the door and bowed to let her in first. 

“That’s probably for the best,” Y/N said as she stepped inside. She admired the place, the hats that lined the walls, the countertop filled with stuff, and how warm it felt instantly, the warm lighting making her feel at ease. “I mean… never mind,” she cut herself off and stepped fully inside, pushing nerves and fear of saying the wrong thing aside.

“Sorry about the mess,” Eddie said as he moved some things here and there as Y/N continued to take it all in. She thought for a split second he maybe hadn’t heard her remark from before but as he turned to her she knew he had, “And don’t make me laugh. You know what we’re about to do”, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the left of the trailer into the far right room. “This is me”, he opened the door for her, revealing his bedroom. 

“Wow,” Y/N said, admiring how eclectic it was. The walls were crammed with stuff and despite things being fairly clean, she could tell the place was usually messy. 

Maybe I wasn’t the only one hoping for this, Y/N thought as she looked around, admiring the photos and band posters as she stepped all the way into Eddie’s room, missing that he closed the door behind and leaned against it as he watched her. Without thinking much about it she pointed to the blank spot on the wall which was remarkably out of place with the rest of the decor. 

“For your guitar?” She asked. 

“Oh yeah!” He nodded as he took a step off the wall, his eyes trained on Y/N, “You should meet her sometime. Her name’s Roxie and she has the clarity of an angel. But she’s out in the van and…. I don’t feel like she’s my main focus right now”, he grabbed her waist and pulled her in so that her back was pressed against his chest drawing a gasp from her as he moved her hair to expose her neck to him, “No offense Roxie,” he whispered before placing a kiss on Y/N’s neck softly and delicately to test the waters.

“Very respectful of you to leave her in the van when having another woman over,” Y/N teased as she leaned into him, head tilting back to rest on his chest, giving him permission to continue. He smirked and complied leaving another, and another. 

“She’s a strong and independent woman. I guess I have a type”, he said as his hands slid down her waist, giving a little squeeze to her hips. “I’d never leave you in a car though, to be clear,” Y/N laughed out loud as she slipped off her jacket. 

“I appreciate it,” She said as she turned to face him. “Eddie, I just want to say if you have any hesitati-”. He picked her up between her legs and threw her on the bed. She would have bounced but before she could Eddie wrapped his arms around her thighs, effectively pinning her hips down as he looked at her from between her legs, kneeling on the ground still. He looked at her for a moment before confessing with a sigh, “I’m hesitating like crazy.”

“Because…?” Y/N prompted as she sat up just a bit to be closer to him. He grabbed her wrists and threw them back on the mattress, positioning himself comfortably on top. He paused and looked at her for a moment before his expression shifted and he let out a sigh as he sat up to kneeling, leaning back on his hands. 

“I…I’m gonna be honest here and vulnerable and stuff,” he said, trying to keep his demeanor casual but Y/N could tell he was being serious, “But I’ve never been with someone I actually care for in the way I care about you. Most people want to hook up with me - get the town freak’s dick, learn a bit about themselves so they can get off, and leave - and that’s fine but…I guess I’m worried that since I’ve never been with anyone I cared about beyond wanting to learn…well stuff…I won’t compare to Hargrove,” he said with a little look down before shaking his head, “Which is stupid I know-”

“I wouldn’t know what Billy is like,” Y/N cut him off as she sat up. Eddie looked at her and raised a brow. 

“But you…” Eddie’s eyes went wide as he looked at her, “You and Billy never did it?”

“Nope,” Y/N said, not meeting his eyes, “We did not…we just…made out a couple of times…” His expression changed, it lightened. 

“Oh,” he slowly rubbed the sides of her thighs back and forth. “So… and correct me if I’m wrong. This would be your first?”

“Yes,” She said, looking at him because if she couldn’t admit to him she wanted him to be her first she didn’t deserve to have him as such, “It would be.” He leapt up with a drive she knew only from days when he was really pumped for Hellfire. 

“Well, then this is ALL WRONG”, he paced back and forth looking for something. “Hmmm.” He stopped when he saw his stereo. “Well, we obviously need music,” he smirked and bolted to his cassette shelf, diving in and throwing random tapes on the wall. 

“No! Seriously?” Y/N asked as she sat up, laughing as she took the time to examine his room a bit more to distract herself from the nerves, “Eddie I don’t think that’s…” Her eyes caught on a metal shiny piece hanging from the wall near where he was searching for music and she felt her breath catch in her throat. Why did he have those? Just then “I’m On Fire”, by Bruce Springsteen. The soft guitar played through the speakers as Eddie tried to diffuse the tension. 

“Oh,” he ran to his desk and ripped out a piece of notebook paper. He went to work doing something on it, but Y/N was all too distracted by the handcuffs on the wall. He finally turned around and offered her an origami rose made out of said notebook paper. “Next time, I’ll get you a bunch. Sorry, I only had one,” he sat on the bed next to her and brushed her hair aside, drinking her presence. “Whatcha looking at?”. 

“Nothing,” she said far too quickly as she turned back to him, beaming at the rose and at him. “That’s impressive,” She said, trying to clear her mind and focus on how sweet he was being, despite her stomach being in knots. 

“Well, middle school Munson didn’t have the musical talent or sexual prowess that he does now. So…. I… spent all my time making origami.” Y/N laughed out loud, a smile coming to her face.

“That’s sweet,” She admitted, “Do you do this for all the girls?” She said in an attempt at an old cheesy line, batting her eyes in a mock manner. 

“The other girls haven’t seen my bedroom”, he replied matter-of-factly. Y/N sat in silence, her eyes wide as she took in that information.

“Oh,” was all she managed, her mind drifting back to the handcuffs as she went red. Is that because he has his personal stuff here? Maybe it’s because he didn’t want them to know him…does he want me to know him? Her mind raced and he could tell by the hazy look on her face. 

“You like that?” He got up and started walking towards the wall. He looked back at her with a knowing smile. 

“Yes,” she said, completely honest, “Not to sound like a cliche but…it makes me feel…special-god, that’s such a shit thing to say-”

“Oh no, not at all,” he smirked getting closer to the wall, “I like them too. I only break them out for special occasions.” 

“Oh!” Y/N said quickly as she looked at him, “No, I didn’t mean…I meant that no one else has been here…I didn’t…” 

“Hm?'' he scrunched his face as he turned to look at her again, his hands coming to rest on his heart in mock pain. “I’m surprised at you, L/N. Do you not like it?” He pointed to the Metallica poster right next to the handcuffs. “I thought you loved Metallica- Oh did you think I was talking about…” he trailed off, trying to feign, trying to read her thoughts on the handcuffs matter. But genuinely, he was curious despite the fact he was teasing her to put her at ease. 

He hadn’t considered that they would use those ever, especially not for her first time. He didn’t mind if Y/N was vanilla which would have been his guess looking at her. Sure, she could and did talk back from time to time, something he adored, but he wouldn’t have pinged her as being kinky. But Y/N was unlike anyone he’s ever met. And if she wanted it, he’d be happy to oblige. 

“Oh god,” She said as she buried her head in her hands and laughed, “I’m so sorry, I can’t…I just…” She couldn’t even complete the thought she was laughing so hard. This broke him from his thoughts and completely focused fully back on her at this moment.

“You laughin' at me L/N?” He took this as a challenge. He puffed out his chest. This only made her giggle more as she looked up at him with a beaming smile. 

“I like Metallica,” she started as she continued to smile at him, “I also like the fact that I am the first person you’ve had here, for this…and I do like the handcuffs but not for tonight,” she said as she continued to smile at him but it shifted to a smirk at the end, “You’ve gotta ease me into it.” Eddie’s eyes went wide for a split second. Holy shit. She not only rose to the bait, she baited me back. This girl is going to be the end of me. She batted her eyes up at him and he realized in this moment of shock she had managed to get the upper hand, something he couldn’t allow. 

“Hey now”, he bent down on his knees, looking up at her. “Don’t get cocky”, he flipped her over on her back and pinned her hands down on the mattress. “That’s my job”, he paused for laughter. “Get it? Cocky?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she laughed as she looked up at him, “I get it alright. You’re so…I don’t even have words to describe you!” 

“Ah jeez you can’t think of any?” his eyes ran over her body. “Do I make you that nervous?”

“You don’t make me nervous,” she said honestly, “You make me happy and feel important and…you just make me feel like me. Sex…” She hesitated before shaking her head, “Sex makes me nervous!”. His demeanor faltered slightly. 

“Understood”, he said with the most seriousness he could portray, despite the fact that she had just made his heart explode. “ And we don’t have to do anything at all if you don’t want to-”

“No!” she said quickly, “it’s not that! It’s just…look I’ve made out with people but this is totally different from that,” Y/N said quickly, “Because I didn’t love any of them so this is different because…” She trailed off as she realized what she had admitted to. Sure the thought had been in her mind for a bit but she had never dared to say it out loud. Eddie almost missed that last part because he was concentrating so deeply but he heard it. He wanted to ask her if he had heard her correctly. That was his intention. To ask her and then if he heard her correctly. That was the plan.

But he knew he had heard her correctly. He knew it. And instead of replying, the words were moving too fast in his brain and it was all he could do to pull her into him and press his lips to hers. 

Y/N gasped as he did it, her heart racing before she melted into him, her hands coming to tangle in his hair as he laid her back down. It was only an instant before he was all over her, his lips touched every inch of her he could. He quickly slotted his knee in between her legs and pressed into her, the whine that fell from her mouth like heaven, drawing a sigh of his own. He moved away from her mouth as he pressed kisses down her jaw and to her neck. He was deliberate in his actions, strategically pressing kisses until he felt her grip on his hair tighten, earning a smirk from him. He began to abuse the spot, sucking and gently nipping at her skin as she muffled her sounds with one of her hands.

“Come on,” he coaxed as he pulled away ever so slightly to revel at the sight of her lust-blown eyes as she laid under him, “let me hear it all, baby. Just us, and you sound so pretty.” It was at that moment that he pressed his knee into her even more, drawing a whine from her that she didn’t hide as she gripped his black button-up which was still half done and revealed a couple of his tattoos. 

“Eddie,” she said softly as she looked up at him. 

“Yes, baby?” He prompted with a teasing grin as he leaned down to press more kisses to her neck, trailing lower to her collarbones. 

“Remember when you said it was my next adventure to find out how many tattoos you had?” She asked, trying her best to keep her voice steady as he continued on his course. He hummed in reply, and though he couldn’t see it, a smirk came to her face.

“How can you expect me to do that when you’re still dressed?” The chuckle that fell from his lips had her thighs pressing together, his knee still embarrassingly sandwiched between them so she knew he could feel her move. 

“Trying so hard to get me out of my clothes,” he said in a mock attempt to shame her as he pulled back a bit, “Too bad for you I’m a gentleman so…” He went to his knees once more and looked at her with pupils blown wide, “Ladies first.” Y/N’s smirk only grew as she got up from where she was laying down on the bed and first took off her fishnet tights, setting them aside with her jacket. She reached for the hem of her dress before turning her attention back to him. 

“Sure you don’t want to undress me?” The grin on his face would put the Cheshire cat to shame as he leaned back on his hands. 

“Nope,” he popped the p loudly as he leaned back even further, truly getting comfy, “I want to watch you strip for me.” Y/N slowly pulled up her dress without any more fanfare, his request being more than enough to do her in. She set aside her dress and was suddenly struck with nerves once more as she stood in the underwear she had carefully chosen. She went to meet Eddie’s eyes to get any sense of how he was feeling about it all and felt her breath hitch in her throat at the way he was looking at her.

She had people have crushes on her along the way. She’d made out with a few different people, enough to count on a single hand, and she had had sex before but no one, no one on earth had ever looked at her like Eddie was looking at her now. 

He pushed off of the bed and stood up, taking slow steps toward her as his eyes raked over every single inch of her bit by bit. When he came to stop in front of her, he gently took her arms which had come up on instinct to cover herself, and lowered them at her sides, allowing him a full view. She looked at him as he stared at her body, his one hand coming up to cup her bra-covered breast.

The piece she had chosen was mostly sheer with a few red lace flowers covering here and there and without an ounce of padding, something all too obvious as he ran his thumb over her nipple before giving her breast a soft squeeze. 

“Fuck,” he groaned as he felt how soft she was underneath his hand. His eyes then met hers, his free hand coming up to rest on her cheek, “You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” Any semblance of the cocky arrogant character he had put on at his show and even the teasing tone she so commonly heard from him had left his voice. As she looked up into his eyes, all she could see was sheer adoration, idolatry even. 

“You’ve seen me in my underwear before,” She said with a soft giggle as she thought back to the night last summer their little group of friends had all stripped down to their underwear for a midnight Lover’s Lake swim. His expression didn’t change as he looked at her. 

“But this is different,” his voice was deep and so full of emotions she couldn’t name as he spoke, “You’re letting me see you, touch you…you’re letting me take you as mine and allowing me to become yours. This is…you, are everything.” Y/N looked at him with that same look of adoration he had been giving her written across her face. Their eyes met again before he pressed his lips to hers once more, softly this time, so gentle it was like he thought she was at risk of breaking. She kissed him firmer, more so to assure them both that they were here, really here, together than anything else. He kissed back with equally as much passion, his hand on her breast squeezing even tighter to match drawing a gasp from her. 

Before she knew it, his hands had come to her hips and he had picked her up, her only option was to wrap her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He let out a hum into their kiss as she did, his hands coming to hold her ass and giving it a squeeze. 

She gasped not only at the action but at the feeling of his cool rings against her heated body. He made his way to sit on the edge of the bed, resulting in Y/N sitting in his lap as he continued to kiss her. When he pulled away it was only so he could trail one of his hands up to her neck, kissing down the other side as he used his hand to manipulate her body exactly how he wanted it, listening to every little sound she made as an indication of what she wanted. He wanted to learn every single intricacy of her body, mind, and soul. He wanted to know her heart as well as he knew his own. He kissed her neck all over until he found a spot that made her breath hitch. He smiled as he did, beginning to gently nip at the skin there. When her fingers tangled into his hair and she let out a whimper that made him throb in his pants, he all but lost it. 

“You like it when I leave marks on you, pretty girl?” He asked between kisses, his hand that was on her neck coming to grasp her breast and gently pinch her nipple, drawing a moan from her. “Need words, baby.” 

“Yes,” She moaned out, fingers pulling in his hair as her head fell back when he went right back to it at her confirmation. “Feels amazing.” Eddie’s mind wandered momentarily and he pulled away causing her to whimper in complaint. He looked at her as she sat in his lap and a question came to his mind. 

“Y/N, has anyone ever eaten you out?” 

“No,” she confessed breathlessly as she looked at his swollen lips, ones she was sure matched her own. “I um…people have offered but I didn’t feel comfortable returning so I didn’t want them to so…but I’m ready now, with you.” 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he praised as he gently brought his lips to hers before pulling away and smiling at her, “All I want in the world right now is to eat you out without wanting anything back. I just want to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before. We’ll have plenty of time to fully explore each other later if you ever want to. And if you don’t that’s ok, alright?” She looked at him and he watched as the tension visibly left her body as she leaned in to gently press her lips to his. As they kissed, her hands came down to the buttons on his shirt and she began to undo them. He let out a hum of approval as she did, pressing kisses to her neck and breasts as she continued until his shirt was fully unbuttoned. He untucked it from his pants when it was and opened it so she could better see him once he had. Y/N pulled away and her eyes ran up and down his body, reveling in the sight. She brought her hands up to where the shirt was on his shoulders and looked to him for permission to push it off his shoulders. He nodded, giving her all the confirmation she needed to expose his torso to her. 

She took this moment to look at the tattoos on his left shoulder, ones she hadn’t been paying that much attention to the first time she had seen him shirtless out of a need to be polite and not stare. But now, she really took them in. There were two of them on the left side of his chest, a spider and a demon. The spider was a bit higher up but they rested very close. She took a moment to trace her fingers over them as he watched her before she leaned in, pressing soft opened mouth kisses to them. Eddie’s hands both flew to her his as she felt him grind up into her, hard as a rock as she worshiped his body. She moved ever so slightly, pushing him to lay down on the bed so she could be on top, trailing kisses down his torso and to the little trail of hair that led down below- 

A little whimper of pain came from Y/N as Eddie’s hands tangled in her hair and pulled her up to straddle him. 

“Shit,” he swore as he moved his hands from her hair and gently cupped her face in his hands searching for any indication, “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry-”

“It’s ok,” Y/N said, pressing a kiss to his lips to stop his worries. She pulled away to find that the concern had partially eased and she felt a little bit bolder, leaning in to whisper to him, “Besides, I like having my hair pulled.” 

“Jesus,” He swore as she pulled back and smirked down at him beneath her, “You, Y/N L/N, are going to be the death of me.” Y/N chuckled and leaned down to continue as Eddie’s hands wound in her hair again, pulling much more deliberately this time. “Baby, this is about you, not me,” He scolded as he sat up, taking his hands out of her hair and running them down her body, “And I’m trying so hard to be gentle so make it easy for me pretty girl. Don’t you want to be good for me?” He knew it was a risk that Y/N might be against being spoken to in such a way but he watched as her eyes glazed over and her jaw dropped just a bit as she nodded. 

“Then do me a favor, pretty girl, and lay down for me.” She complied in a heartbeat, moving out of his lap and laying down on the bed. He smiled at her as he took a moment to admire her before kneeling beside the bed and adjusting her so she was exactly where he wanted her. 

“Spread your legs for me.” She did, a hint of embarrassment and anxiety coming up as she knew he may not like what he saw. She knew people who condemned girls for having bigger thighs and stretch marks and things like that and for a brief second, she let herself consciousness kick in, something Eddie seemed to be remarkably aware of. 

“Hey Y/N,” he said, drawing her gaze to look down on him, knelt between her legs, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want but I’m telling you now, you are the most stunning person I’ve ever laid hands or eyes on. Genuinely. You have nothing to be nervous about.” She melted as she could see the honesty in his eyes and again he watched her relax. He brought his hands up and slowly parted her thighs, loving the goosebumps that appeared on her skin as his rings came into contact with her body. He had to fight the moan that threatened to slip from his lips at the sight of the wet patch on her underwear with every fiber of his being. He pressed kisses all over her thighs, slowly working his way closer to her still-covered core, his hands finding their place on her hips as he held her on the bed. When he did finally get to her core, he pressed a soft kiss to her heat through her underwear, drawing a gasp from Y/N. 

“Do you want me to take them off?” He asked gently as his thumb ran circles on her lips. 

“Please,” she said, a smile coming to his face as she angled her hips in such a way that he could pull them off. He leaned up and ever so gently removed her underwear, setting them aside. 

“Holy shit,” He whispered as he looked at her. He knew he needed to be slow, to ease her into it, so he tried his best, repeating the kissing of her thighs, this time without her underwear there until finally he got to her core. He pressed a soft kiss to her clit and felt her hips move on instinct, keeping them pressed to the bed. He continued, slowly getting bolder until he slipped his tongue inside of her. 

Soft whimpers and moans fell from her consistently now as she relaxed into the pleasure he was so skillfully giving her. She felt so very at peace and was truly unable to do anything else but think about him between her legs. 

“Eddie-” She moaned out, the man letting out a moan of his own at the way she moaned his name. 

“Yes, baby?” he asked, briefly coming up for air. 

“Can you…can you also…”

“Y/N say the word and it’s yours,” He said as he leaned back to be able to look at her, “Anything you want baby.”

“Can you use your fingers too?” She asked sheepishly. The grin that lit up Eddie’s face instantly melted any worries she had about being needy. He replied with actions not words, instantly slipping two of his fingers inside of her causing her to gasp. 

From their previous encounters - though simple and brief ones - he knew that usually two was her comfort zone but if he was going to actually fit inside of her he wanted to use at least three. The general theory was if he started with two instead of one then three wouldn’t be such a stretch. 

That theory seemed to be working as she whimpered and moaned from the stretch beneath him. 

“You’re doing- so good,” he praised between moans as he put his mouth right back to work, sucking on her clit like his life depended on it and right now, it felt like it did. As much as he wanted to solely focus on her pleasure, he couldn’t help the little grind of his hips against the carpet every time she moaned. It slowly became a consistent rocking until he feared he was going to cum completely untouched just from eating her out. While he’d love to do that another day, tonight they had a plan and if she had gotten herself all ready for it, he refused to spoil it by finishing too early. He had been so distracted by his name coming out in moans from lips that he hadn’t even registered it was probably because he had been fucking three fingers into her for a while. Her hands were tangled so tightly in his hair and he quickly put two and two together on what was coming, leaning it to suck on her clit more as he continued doing exactly what he was doing until Y/N suddenly gasped and moved away from him with a little, “stop.” Eddie’s hands let go immediately and went into the air as he looked at her breathing heavily. 

“I'm sorry-“

“No, no,” she shook her head at him, moving back closer as her chest heaved, “I was just…I knew I was going to…squirt and I didn’t want it to be while you were-“ 

“Oh my god,” Eddie said as he pressed her down against the bed and climbed on top of her. “You were going to squirt and you stopped me!” 

“Yes!” She nodded, “I…most guys wouldn’t want to be anywhere near that!” 

“First off, yes they would,” Eddie nodded, his fingers already back between Y/N’s legs slowly slipping inside of her again, “and secondly, we already know I am not ‘most guys’.” He went back to what he had been doing before and watched as Y/N relaxed under him at his words. He liked this even more because of how at peace she seemed so he kissed his way down her body and got right back to it. Instead of changing anything he was doing, he continued right on with what he had been doing, putting his whole heart into it and reveling in the fact that he was able to get her like this. It didn’t take long until she was crying his name again, her eyes squeezing tightly closed and her fingers tugging at this hair with a vice. 

“Let go, baby,” he commanded and she did. Her release gushed over his face and he licked her clean with a fearless new to him. He had been with others before but never anyone who got this reaction out of him. It was only when she let out a little whimper of pain he realized she was already feeling overstimulated and he couldn’t have that…not yet. 

“How are you, pretty girl?” He asked as he came to rest over her again. She nodded as she looked up at him, a smile on her face as she pulled him in for a kiss. It was gentle and sweet and he felt his heart melt at her sweetness despite what they were doing. 

“So good to me,” He murmured as she pulled away to kiss down his neck. Her hands quickly found his belt buckle and began to mess with it, a pathetic-sounding whine coming from her when she realized she couldn’t figure out how to undo it. He chuckled as he batted her hands away before pressing a kiss to each one. 

“I got you,” He smiled and she returned it as he undid the buckle. He quickly set it somewhere on the floor to be forgotten about as he sat back on his knees. Y/N quickly sat up and ran her hand down to where his hands were on his zipper. 

“Can I?” She asked, looking up at him with complete adoration. He couldn’t deny her anything and nor would he ever want to so he just nodded and sat back, allowing her to do exactly as she wished. She unzipped his jeans with one hand, using her other hand to trail down his body, following the little trail of hair downward. As she finished unzipping his jeans and looked to him to get up and take them off, something he complied with, slipping them off and setting them next to his belt. Now in just his black boxers, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of anxiety. What if he couldn’t please her? What if he couldn’t manage to learn what she liked? He stood with his back facing to her for clearly too long as she was out of bed. 

“Hey,” Her voice was soft as she gently turned him to face her, her one hand coming up to turn his face to look at her as her free hand held his hand, “We can stop here if you want or do something else-”

“No,” He shook his head, “I want this. Really. I want you.” Y/N smiled at him and gently pressed a kiss to his lips before it became less gentle. She managed to move both hands to Eddie’s chest and he walked back until his back hit the door with a little gasp at how easily she had taken over. She chuckled as she began to press kisses down his chest, her one hand coming down to palm him gently over his boxers which made him gasp again. 

“Is this ok?” She asked as she pulled away from his neck for only a moment, taking in the sight of how beautiful he looked with his head thrown back against the door, his eyes shut in pleasure. 

“Yes,” he replied, a breathy moan following. “You can…you can take it out if you want.” Y/N didn’t reply with words, smiling as she did exactly that. She took it in for a moment, her eyes going wide as for the first time ever she processed the idea of him being inside her. She ran her thumb over his tip gently causing another groan to come from him as his hands grasped her hips with a force. He was so hard and she was impressed that he hadn’t finished yet but god did she feel bad for him. She wanted to please him so bad so that’s exactly what she set out to do. She stroked him gently, seeing what he liked and what got the best reaction from him, reveling in each sound he made. As soon as she started to get the hang of things, one of his hands moved from her hips and took hold of her wrist. Her eyes shot up to meet his which were now open and looking at her. 

“Sorry,” he said gently, “You were doing great…it’s just, I’m pretty worked up so I didn’t want to finish yet.” Y/N smiled at him and nodded 

“I get it…but I mean…you made me-”

“It’s different,” he said as he picked her up again and carried her back to his bed, laying her down gently, “Takes me longer to get back to it.” His choice of phrasing made her giggle and his focus snapped to her, “You’re really laughing at me? Now?” 

“Yes,” she replied as she shook her head. He chuckle and pressed a kiss to her lips before pulling away. 

“Well, we can’t have that,” He said as he leaned over and opened up one of the drawers near his bed. He easily found a condom and held it up to her, his expression going a bit more serious. 

“You’re sure?” 

“Yes,” she said as she took it from him and opened it much to his surprise, “I’m ready.” He watched with a smile as she pulled it out and rolled it onto him, careful as always with delicate hands before setting the wrapper aside. He wrapped her thighs around his waist and looked down at her. 

“Tell me if you need me to stop at any point, ok?” He said as he lined himself up. She nodded, words escaping her at this moment. Right as he was about to press in, he heard her speak. 

“Just…be gentle. Please?” He felt his heart melt at her plea. Eddie leaned down and kissed her so softly and whispered, “I promise,” as he began to press in. Y/N automatically tensed at the feeling, it was brand new to her and he pulled away from their kiss to whisper to her. 

“I know,” he said as he fought for his own breath as he waited with just the tip in her, “Just breathe for me, baby.” She nodded through a whimper and took in a shaky inhale, causing him to press into her a bit more, “There you go,” he praised. “Just keep breathing.” While she relaxed for a moment, she instantly tensed again as he started to move.

He instantly noticed and without a word brought his hand up to hold hers, pressing them both into the mattress with a gentle squeeze. The tiny gesture and his soft smile allowed her to breathe easily. Eddie smiled as he noticed the calm this brought Y/N, pressing another kiss to her lips as he slowly pushed into her, stretching her out. As he did, her eyes squeezed shut and her toes curled as a moan was forced from her lips. Their one set of hands parted and Y/N’s nails instantly find their way to Eddie’s back. He let out a shaky moan as she left marks he knew he’d love to see in the mirror tomorrow.

“Fuck. I’m not even halfway in and you’re already...so tight...fucking...damn.” Y/N squirmed under him as he attempted to let her adjust, his words causing her to want more than he was giving her. 

“Don’t squirm,” Eddie commanded in a dark stern hiss, causing Y/N to instantly stop moving and clamp around him, forcing a moan as Eddie buried his head into her neck. Interesting, he thought storing the information away for later. He pulled his head out of her neck and spoke gently, “I’m going to push the rest of the way in now, ok?” Y/N nodded at him and he began to slip in once again. 

“Fuck,” He swore as he bottomed out in one fatal thrust causing them both to gasp, “God Y/N, you feel so good.” She managed to give a little nod to him which instantly caused him to check in with her.  

“How are you feeling?” He asked, making sure to remain very still to give her time to adjust to the sensation.  

“It hurts just a tiny tiny bit,” She confessed, thankful that all the rumors she had heard about it hurting a lot the first time were just that. “I just feel...full.” He gave a little chuckle and began to pepper kisses all over her cheeks before kissing her lips again. 

“Well that’s good,” He smiled as he pulled away, “All I want is to make you feel good, baby. You were still a bit tense. Just relax now, pretty girl,” He purred as he ran his hand down her body, “I’ve got you and everything is going to be ok.” Seeing the genuine and kind look in his eyes made Y/N instantly melt and any trace of tenseness was gone. A dull ache soon settled between her hips and she found herself rolling them in an attempt to ease the pressure causing Eddie to let out a little hiss.

“Is that my sign to move?” He asked with a smile. 

“Please,” Y/N begged softly. Eddie can feel his heart melt at her little plea. Instantly, all he wanted to do was hold her and never let go but he quickly brought himself back to the moment at hand. He pulled out just a little before thrusting into her making her let out a little gasp of a moan at the feeling - his own moans echoing along with hers. Eddie then dropped his weight to his forearms on either side of her head which brought them even closer together. He slid both of his hands into her hair lightly as he quickened his pace causing more moans coming from the pair as they began to fully lose themselves in it all. 

Even through the pleasure of it all, Y/N could tell how remarkably gentle Eddie was attempting to be and it made her heart flutter. Despite his best efforts, Eddie naturally became a bit rougher by second nature, but as things speed up and the knot in Y/N’s stomach came closer to bursting, she don’t mind a bit. Her free hand tangled into his hair and pulled causing him to groan into her neck, nipping at the skin there enough to leave even more marks. Call him possessive, he was and wanted her and everyone else in this stupid fucking town to know that she was his now. 

His need to mark her up though was only overcome by his want to etch every expression that crossed her face into his memory, so he pulled away to watch her beautiful face contrast beneath him.

“Fuck,” He swore as she let out a cry as he hit what he assumed was her G spot, angling to make sure he kept that up, “So fucking pretty for me.” Y/N could tell how close Eddie was getting by the absolutely stunning expressions painted on his face and the little praises that he uttered. His one hand slowly found its way to her clit and he softly attempted a couple of different things to see what elicited the best response. After a particular movement, he felt her tighten around him with a high whine and he knew he'd hit the jackpot. He repeated the movement while continuing to thrust into her, causing Y/N to cry out in response as she felt the coil come this close to snapping. 

“Eddie, I’m going to-”

“I know baby, I know,” He moaned as she clenched around him, “Cum for me.” His command was all it took for her to come completely undone beneath him. Her high and the feeling of her gripping him like a vice was all it took to have him finding right along with her, burying his face into her neck to muffle the long whine that came from him as he pressed as deep as he could get into her. He continued to thrust into her, allowing the pair to ride out their highs before finally stilling. They both lay there, breathing heavily a mess of tangled limbs and sweat, glowing with love. Finally, when he caught his breath, Eddie pulled away enough that he could see Y/N’s face. 

She was always beautiful but damn did she look good post-orgasm. He wanted to burn the sight of her into his brain forever.

“How are you feeling, pretty baby?” He asked as he ran his hands through her hair and cupped her cheek. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open and Eddie swore he died and went to heaven as she looked up at him, the love in her eyes and smile on her face all too innocent considering what they just did. 

“So good,” Y/N replied, her voice high and soft, music to Eddie’s ears, “How are you?”

“So good,” he echoed back to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I know I just like…popped your cherry and all,” he smiled as she giggled at the expression, “But I still can’t believe you’re real.”

“I’m real,” Y/N giggled as she flicked his forehead, making him beam, “That real enough for you?”

“Yeah that works,” he said as the pair fell into giggles making them both realize Eddie was still very much inside. “Oh shit,” He swore, “I’m gonna pull out now, is that ok?” 

“Mhm,” Y/N hummed as she gave his hand which was still held in hers a little squeeze. He gave her a small smile as he pulled out both of them letting out little moans as he did. He instantly wrapped her into his arms, holding her so close to him as she buried her head into his chest. She had never felt so safe in the arms of another person before, wanting nothing more than to hold him forever. 

“You did so well,” He praised her, “You know that?” He pressed kisses onto the top of her head as she stayed buried in his chest. 

“Thank you,” came her soft reply.

“You don’t have to thank me for praising you baby,” He chuckled.

“No, for…for everything,” she said as she pulled away ever so slightly so they could look at each other. Her eyes were so sleepy as she looked at him but the adoration was still written all over both of their faces. 

“Oh Y/N,” he said as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “You don’t need to thank me for that at all, baby. I loved it. I really loved it.” 

“Me too,” she replied as she beamed up at him, shifting ever so slightly and grimacing. It was that little grimace that reminded Eddie of what needed to come next. 

“Baby, I’m gonna get stuff to get you cleaned up, okay?” He asked as he gently pulled away. 

“M’kay,” she nodded as she looked at him, “But don’t be gone too long.”

“Getting all clingy on me already?” He teased as he slowly slipped out of bed and slipped off the condom, throwing it away before looking back at her, his eyes going wide.

“Fuck,” He swore as he took in the sight of her sprawled out in his bed completely fucked out. The very worst part of him had never wanted to take a damn Polaroid so bad but his top priority was getting her cleaned up and comfy. 

“Weren’t you going somewhere?” Y/N teased as she realized the effect she was having on him, rolling onto her side to give him a different view. He chuckled at her and gave her ass a little swat as he left the room.

“Little brat,” he reprimanded as slipped on his boxers, “And here I was trying to be chivalrous.” 

“Chivalry is dead Munson,” She said as he walked into the bathroom and wet a towel with warm water, ringing it out before heading back into the bedroom.

“Oh yeah?” He asked as he gently ran the towel over her body, cleaning her up, “Then what, pretty girl, would you call this?” 

“Common courtesy after that,” Y/N giggled as she looked up at him. He shook his head and gently moved the towel to clean between her legs, lifting her one leg as he did and pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. 

“I don’t know,” He teased as he set the towel aside when he was done, “I think I’m a pretty chivalrous guy.” 

“You are,” she said with all genuineness. 

“Anything else I can get for you?” He asked softly as he cupped her cheek again, “Water? Food?”

“Clothes?” Y/N asked as she looked down at her still very naked body. 

“Right,” Eddie said as he got up and walked over to his closet before thinking better of it and coming back over to her, “Wanna come pick out your pjs?” 

“I get to pick?” The joy in Y/N’s voice, as she sat up with a little wince, made Eddie’s heart melt. God I lo… his thoughts trailed off with a little pang in his heart as he made his way over to her. 

“Mhm,” He nodded as he picked her up bridal style in his arms making her smile, carrying her over to his closet, “Take your pick.” She looked through his little t-shirt collection before looking at the Metallica one he had been wearing the second time she had met him. 

“That one,” she said with a point. He smiled and nodded as he set her back down on the bed, grabbing it out for her and bringing it over to her. 

“A good choice,” He said as he watched her slip it over her head. 

“You wore it when Jude first brought me over to your house to pick up their drugs,” Y/N said as she searched for her underwear. “Can you bring me my underwear?” Eddie was frozen and didn’t even register her request. “Eddie?”

“You remember what I was wearing?” He asked softly as he looked at her. 

“Of course,” she nodded, “I thought you looked so handsome. You are so handsome-” Y/N couldn’t even get her thought out before he pressed his lips to hers, pressing her into the mattress again before he pulled away. 

“Sorry,” he said with a sheepish chuckle as he wrapped her in his arms again, “I don’t know what came over me-”

“Don’t apologize,” she said with a smile as she pulled him fully into bed with her, “Just stay here with me?”

“Always,” he replied and he meant it with every fiber of his soul. The pair curled up together, limbs tangled, needing to be so close and neither one had ever slept so well in their lives as they did that night. 

So that's the fic! Yay! 10k words bby! As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are throughly appreciated!

[minnaci]

gojo satoru x gn!reader · nsfw · wc: 0.7k

satoru's omegan nature has long been a source of contention with his clan. luckily, shame has no place in your bed, much less between your legs. yes, he'll claim you anyways.

contents: a/b/o dynamics feat. omega gojo, brief satosugu, penetrative sex (reader receiving), buttplug mention (gojo receiving), mating/claiming, heavy themes of possessiveness

reader details: reader is called "omega" and referred to with they/them pronouns. they are described as having a hole, but no other gendered or physical descriptors are used for their appearance.

a/n: this is my entry for @lorelune's spring fever a/b/o collab! im a bit late but i hope u all enjoy nonetheless :3

The Gojo clan is steeped in tradition. Old money and older power seeps through their veins, soaks in their roots like the finest green tea leaves in boiling water. 

Their greatest pride— Satoru, the dual wielder of the Six Eyes and Limitless. The most powerful sorcerer of his generation, and of all the generations that precede him. 

Their greatest shame— Satoru. Omega.

It’s funny, though. He’s never felt like an omega. Not when he single-handedly defeated his “strongest” handler at the tender age of six. Not when he grows up and learns to exorcise curse after curse with the barest flick of his finger. 

When he shares his first heat with an alpha well over a decade later, Satoru is still the one doing the fucking. He sees nothing wrong with that. He’s the strongest. Why wouldn’t alphas submit to him? 

Geto does it easily enough, spreading his legs with a sly, easy smile, and Satoru finds great pleasure in taking his best friend apart piece by piece until his big, strong alpha is nothing but a drooling mess in his sheets. 

It’s nice in the way that drinking water is nice. Refreshing. Necessary to maintain good health. But Satoru has always had a sweet tooth, and it only took a decade to instill within him the killer instinct befitting of the sole heir of the Gojo clan. 

Geto never stood a chance against Satoru. 

But Satoru… Satoru never stood a chance against you. 

Sharing heats with you is electrifying. There’s something that feels so right about the soft, hot squeeze of your pretty hole around his cock. Your gasps and moans stoke a fire in his chest— one that tells him to fuck you deeper, claim you for his own. And you are his. Nobody would deny it— how could they hope to defy Satoru’s will, Omega or not? 

“Satoru,” you whine, scent reeking of warm vanilla and aching desperation. Your pleasure is honey for his sore throat, your moans airy as spun sugar. “Satoru, please, please, need you.”

“I’m here,” he pants against your mouth. His hole flutters around the plug that occupies his ass, but that pleasure is secondary to the pure bliss of sinking deep inside your pulsing heat. He gives an experimental grind, and you let out matching whimpers. Oh, Satoru might be the Heavenly Son, the strongest, the most powerful, but you are the perfect Omega, all sticky-sweet slick and heady submission. “Let me have you, Omega.”

Your scent blooms as you clench down, a wordless plea. “Yours! Satoru!”

“Greedy little thing,” Satoru purrs and nips at your swollen scent gland, drawing a pitiful whine from your throat. Still, though, you keep your neck bared to him, allowing him to scent you and mark you as he pleases. It sends a thrill through some deep, base part of him— you belong to him as stars belong to the sky, as rain belongs to the sea. You belong to him as a rabbit belongs to the wolves. You are his in the way that nothing else is. 

Something primal swoops in his gut— some previously dormant instinct brought to light by your ardent adoration. His teeth sink deep into the soft flesh of your scent gland. He has an Omega’s blunt fangs, dull things made for gentle nibbles and playful nips, but what he lacks in biological imperative he makes up for with single-minded force.

He is the strongest, after all. He’ll claim you as his mate— teeth bared an act of defiance against biology, against curses, against the world. Belonging is the rivulets of blood that run down your neck. Pleasure is the forceful snap of two souls into inevitable orbit. Love is teeth in skin, tongue against flesh. 

Your body goes slack beneath him, and your hole clenches almost unbearably tight as an orgasm razes your body in white-hot pleasure. Satoru’s hole clenches in sympathy, milking his plug even as you milk his cock. Your body begs him to claim it, begs him to pump you full, and who is he to ignore his Omega’s siren song? He spills into you, thick and hot, and copper-iron-metal drips from his fangs as he wills your impossible bond into reality. 

To be Gojo Satoru is to live alone and in defiance— of his clan, of his restrictions, of his nature. To be Gojo Satoru’s mate is the opposite. He will never let you walk this world alone. 

“Omega,” he growls, because that is what you are. Satoru’s Omega.

“Satoru,” you whine back, and that, too, sounds just right. Your Satoru.

[radiant-reid]

i don’t want you to ever stop🫶🏻

wd you be down to possibly write a dad!spence piece where they pick up their kid from school together? i bet their kiddo wd be so stoked to see both parents after school & wanna just tell them all about their day

(bonus: if it’s not too much to ask; could their kid pls be called gus or margot in it?? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 ur the best!)

I did both !! even figuratively I can’t resist giving that man children

It's never been unusual for Spencer to be away for work. In fact, Gus and Margot have known him to be away their whole lives. What is odd is Spencer being away for 15 days, much more than usual, thanks to back-to-back cases.

They only got to talk to him on the phone twice, making them miss him even more, and he was home after they went off to school this morning.

Having to leave you three has always been the worst part of his job, and after a long nap, he’s preparing snacks for his babies after school, planning for when you bring them home.

With a plan of your own, you leave work early so you can swing by home and pick him up.

He’s excited on the way there, like you imagine little Spencer was when he attended school, and he tells you all about the exhausting fortnight he’s had while you fill him in on some of the moments he’s missed at home, purposefully leaving some out for the kids to tell him.

You wait at the school gate holding hands, and Spencer thinks it’s admirable that you know so many of the moms and dads.

Gus gets out first and he always comes through the gate to find you quickly. Today, he sees Spencer first, probably thanks to his dad’s height and sprints over.

Spencer crouches down to let his little boy jump into his arms, picking him up and spinning him around. “Hey, buddy.” Spencer says, tightly hugging him.

“You’re home!” Gus cheers. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” Spencer tells him. You watch them in awe, not even a little mad that you’re left holding your son’s backpack without acknowledgment.

When he pulls back, Gus looks at you, then back at Spencer as he double checks what he’s seeing. “Mom and dad?”

You nod, enjoying his excitement. “And maybe an after school treat.”

His eyes widen even more as he looks at Spencer again. “Donuts?”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” He says.

“Then I must be really smart because you’re really smart.” Gus giggles, always music to your ears.

Spencer chuckles with him. “I’m pretty sure that you’re the smart one. What place did you win in the science fair?”

Gus can talk forever, and he starts to about his science fair victory last week for the project he and Spencer worked hard on. It does pay to have a dad with 3 STEM PhDs.

Margot always takes longer to reach the gate, dawdling and chatting with her little friends about important 7 year old girl stuff.

When she gets there, she sees you first and then her brother before her eyes land on the man holding her brother, and her face lights up.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” She chants as she comes skipping over.

“Hey, sweet girl.” Spencer greets her, leaning down to pick her up with his other arm.

She snuggles into his side, kissing his cheek. “I missed you, daddy.”

“I missed you too, princess.” Spencer tells her. “Do you want to go get a treat? I want to hear all about your dance.”

“All of us?” She looks between you and Spencer for confirmation.

You nod. “The boys thought we could get donuts.”

Identically to Gus and Spencer’s, her eyes go wide at the mention of the food. “Yes, please. Let’s go right now because I have so much to tell you about today and dance.”

“I’ve got lots to tell as well.” Gus pipes up and you know you’re going to be spending all afternoon listening to slightly embellished truths and every detail a 5 and 7 year old deem important about their days, but there’s nowhere you’d rather be.

[jahayla-parker]

📱SMAUs: The 2 request limit for this applies to 2 of the same character (in other words, you can send in more than 2 SMAU requests so long as it’s a max of 2 per character) this can include fictional and nonfictional characters. Please include any side characters, events/details, or other information surrounding the SMAU request. If you want it to be with a specific type of reader, please be specific. You’ll get a SMAU fic with at least two posts from the reader and 2 from the character chosen.

oooooh okay hear me out- freddy carter x singer!reader (+ sab cast). where she has a new album to announce while the sab crew is announcing s2? and it's just the cast hyping y/n up and her hyping them up <3

Reflections and Renewals : Freddy Carter x Reader (& Platonic!SaB Cast x Reader)

Descr: SMAUs of Freddy Carter’s girlfriend/wife (unspecified) singer!reader and the Shadow and Bone cast supporting each other on their latest releases!

Warnings: few curse words, minor flirting, that’s all I think!

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yourusername: I did a thing… 🤭

My new album Reflections drops in late March! 🎵

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freddycarter1: So proud of you, my darling virtuoso ❤️

yourusername: My #1 fan❤️❤️❤️

jessie_mei_li: @/yourusername we’ll see about that, I’ll fight for that title ❤️🤺

freddycarter1: also, “did a thing” as if you didn’t record the most profoundly brilliant piece of art yet again 🙄

yourusername: ily ❤️

benbarnes: stoked! sneak peak for your mate?

yourusername: for THE Ben Barnes? But, why of course 😉

amitasuman_: You look stunning! Another album already?! 👏🔥

yourusername:🥹

archierenaux3: y/n, for real? Is this one going to make me cry again?

yourusername: if I say yes will it prevent you from listening? 🫢

archierenaux3: @/yourusername absolutely not! Are you kidding? No force on earth could prevent that xxx❤️

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freddycarter1 Still waiting on that crow emoji, @apple?

Season ✌️ March 16th

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yourusername: KANEJ!!! 😍😍😍

yourusername: honey, you look sooo good ❤️

freddycarter1: pot calling the kettle black there, my darling 😘

amitasuman_: 🪶 we definitely need a crow emoji, let’s get on with it @/apple

yourusername: I agree but while we’re at it, I also need a new phone in general cause I drowned this one with my tears over this beautiful photo of my favorite TV couple 😭

amitasuman_: @/yourusername stoppp ❤️❤️

yourusername: @/amitasuman_ can’t stop, won’t stop. You are both so talented and pretty 😍

yourusername: can’t wait to let my gifted man take over the television screen day and night as he so perfectly embodies Kazzle Dazzle once again 👀🖤

freddycarter1: you’ve lost it my dear 🤣❤️

yourusername: @/freddycarter1 for you & the rest of the S&B cast? 🤷‍♀️ I’m fine with that!

kittheyounger: let’s go! 🪶🖤

yourusername: I need more Wesper content Kit ⏱️

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yourusername: You have all been so supportive with me announcing this new album, so here’s a sneak peek into the contents 🥰

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freddycarter1: bloody hell, you’re radiant ❤️❤️❤️

freddycarter1: PSA: for those wondering, as amazing as the song titles are, I assure you the lyrics and tracks themselves are somehow far more enthralling 😉

yourusername: Freddyyyy 🥹 you’re too much ❤️

freddycarter1: @/yourusername I’m simply verbalizing your skillset, love 🙌

paddygibson: sounds incredible already y/n/n!

calahan.skogman: wow! I’m at a loss for words… all I can say right now is… wow!

amitasuman_: so very intrigued 👀

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shadowandbone: We all have debts to pay. Two days 'til Shadow and Bone Season 2.

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yourusername: 😍 these next two days better pass quickly!

freddycarter1: brick by brick 🖤

yourusername: When these aforementioned debts are paid… Can I be your next investment? 🫣

freddycarter1: @/yourusername 💀 love … 😂

benbarnes: This is one ace of a promo poster 🙌

yourusername: couldn’t agree more, but so is yours!

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shadowandbone: You’re not ready for S2. But it’s here! ☀️

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yourusername: Has it been even 12 hours since it dropped? No. Have I already binged all 8 episodes? Yes. 🙌 Will I wait patiently for S3? No. 🙅‍♀️ Am I in love with this cast? Yes. 💯 That’s all. ❤️

amitasuman_: … Did you truly?! 🥹

freddycarter1: @/amitasuman_ she did 😂

yourusername: @/amitasuman_ @/freddycarter1 course I did 💁‍♀️ you’re all so unbelievably and incredibly talented 🙌❤️❤️

yourusername: We finally have everyone together 😭 couldn’t have asked for a better cast for any of the Grishaverse characters 🤩 p.s. you all look PHENOMENAL ❤️

lbardugo: agreed y/n! 🖤

yourusername: @/lbardugo and a special thank you to the most wonderful person who made it all possible 🙌🖤

jessie_mei_li: ☀️🖤

yourusername: Love you trying to intimidate Nikolai! And looking stunning while doing so! 😍

jessie_mei_li: @/yourusername ilysm xxx

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yourusername: It’s here! I’m so thrilled to share these songs with you!

My latest album, Reflections, is officially available on Spotify, iTunes, Apple Music, Pandora, and wherever else you listen to music! It’s also set to hit stores this afternoon!

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jacktwolfe: unreal! It’s staying on repeat all day ❤️

amitasuman_: girl, you killed this! 🙌

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longbrophy: I officially have a new favorite album 🥰

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[gabessquishytum]

Okay, hear me out I don’t know if anyone is gonna be into this except me but all the shy warprize Hob got me thinking…

Confident slutty warprize Hob and shy king Dream.

Hob’s kingdom offers him up after being told that the Dream King has never been seen with a concubine or consort or anything like that so they’re like “perfect! He obviously will be happy to have one!” Hob is fucking stoked because the Dream King is gorgeous and he gets to live in a palace and have sex with him as a living now? Sign him up.

So they show up and show Dream his pretty little present and Dream is… still gorgeous but also so painfully awkward. He’s clearly trying so hard to be polite and gracious but he also clearly doesn’t know what to do with his hands (he’s doing that famous Dream pose: 🧍‍♂️). Hob gets passed off, and sent to Dream’s chambers, and Hob is waiting, vibrating with excitement because hell yeah, he gets to fuck a king, and everyone knows the quiet ones are always wild in bed, right?

So he waits.

And waits.

And eventually falls asleep and then wakes up, absolutely appalled at how un-fucked he is and, with a confidence no warprize should ever possess, stalks out of the room and starts harassing the nearest guard about where the FUCK the king and his kingly dick is. The guard is too surprised to be tough or authoritative and tells him that the King requested to sleep in a separate room last night.

Now at first, Hob is very sad. Like “oh :((( he doesn’t like me :(( I’m not his type :(((((“ but eventually, he snaps out of it like “no! I’m EVERYONE’S type!!” and becomes determined to live out his slutty dreams.

He spends a day or two getting pampered, made up and pretty with silks and jewels and perfumes, and then he tracks down the Dream King because Hob hasn’t been fucked in like a week and he’s about to lose his damn mind. 

In direct contrast to Hob’s slinky, revealing robes, Dream’s outfit is buttoned all the way up his neck to his chin, and his sleeves reveal only the very tips of his fingers. He’s confident in kingly things, but every time Hob takes a step towards him he is taking three elegant steps back. The one time Hob managed to come up behind him and brush a hand across his shoulder the King jumped so high he nearly hit the ceiling. Despite the horny haze, Hob is starting to piece together that there is maybe something else going on here.

So he pauses his seduction attempts and they start talking, and it’s slow going, but he eventually manages to gather (through Dream, castle gossip, trusted advisors, etc) that Dream has capital T trauma from before he became king- he hates being undressed, and he’s clearly touch-starved but he’s too skittish and scared to let anyone touch him long enough to do anything about it (which of course only makes it worse and it turns into a vicious cycle). And Hob really wants to have sex with this guy but he’s also come to care for him so he figures he doesn’t mind just masturbating excessively while taking a few extra steps for his King/friend/someday lover.

He starts slow and simple, at first mostly trying to get Dream to touch him- inviting him to feel the smooth fabric of Hob’s newest robe, or asking him to help with the clasp of a necklace or the back of a dress. Then he offers to help brush Dream’s hair, and at the end he places a gentle kiss to the back of his neck and Dream practically falls out of his seat jumping away from him, and Hob thinks he’s ruined everything, but Dream comes back the next day, shyly requesting that he do his hair again, and this time when Hob kisses his neck he shudders and tenses but doesn’t jump away. 

I think their sexual relationship would start with Hob inviting Dream to watch him masturbate and then asking to watch Dream touch himself too when he notices how hard he’s gotten just watching Hob. And he’s very clear that he absolutely doesn’t have to undress if he doesn’t want to, he can even just rub himself through his clothes, Hob doesn’t care as long as Dream is comfortable and he gets to see what he looks like when he comes. Dream’s never had anyone be so patient and understanding with him and that alone is honestly such a turn on.

It still takes a long time, but eventually Dream is able to lay back, fully covered except for his dick so that Hob can ride him. It’s the most satisfying sex either of them have ever had and honestly, Hob kind of loves the way his cum looks splattered all over Dream’s dark, royal clothing.

-🦇

Literally yelling about this!!! You've filled this out with so many wonderful details and I just love it. I feel like I can really get into Hob’s mindset here, thanks to the way you've described him. I especially adore Hob being so confident and the "I'm everyone's type" part akansndnen. Love him <33333

Also!!! King Dream having trauma!!! This is a great angle and it works so well!! He's been through terrible shit and now he's king so he has to be strong, and he doesn't have time to unpack everything :((( but Hob really genuinely wants to help him and give him the intimate relationship that he really deserves!!

Hob somewhat ironically becomes Dream’s greatest protector. He may be a warprize and he may dress as slutty as he can, but hes still as feisty as ever. Whenever anyone upsets Dream or makes some nasty implication about him, Hob seems to appear out of nowhere. He'll put his body between Dream and whoever has been upsetting him, and bare his teeth in the most unfriendly smile. No, nasty ambassador from rival kingdom, he is not happy to see you. That is a dagger strapped under his lacey, revealing robe.

After hes finished threatening whoever dared to upset his King, Hob slips back into place to tenderly massage Dream’s hands, or stroke his hair. Dream is still getting used to these gentle touches, but he finds it much easier to cope now. Hob never pressures him, never pushes at his boundaries. He's happy as long as Dream is comfortable. Besides, Dream doesn't even need to get undressed to be a wonderful and attentive lover. He's the best that Hob has ever had, and the fact that he's slowly recovering and blooming into a happier version of himself is the sexiest thing of all.

[wehaveagathering]

Love following your flyers content ! What are you most excited about this season??

Omg thank you so much!

EVERYTHING!!! Theres not a single player on this whole team that I’m not looking forward to seeing in action this season. I cant wait to see Ersson play a full season as a starter, see Fedotov get acclimated to the US, maybe see Foerster and Brink take an offensive step forward, get more from Drysdale or Tippett or TK. And of course, see Matvei Michkov play 🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢⭐️⭐️⭐️

I’m also pretty stoked to learn more about hockey. Obviously, I understand general strategies and setup of the game but I want to learn more about particular roles of the players - plays with F1, F2, F3 vs LW, C, RW, or how defensemen play in particular situations. What makes Couturier’s plays as a center different from Frost’s? I know Coots is a defensive forward and Frost is a more creative playmaker but that’s only because I’ve been told that by reporters and hockey analysts online. I want to be able to see the plays for myself. One thing I am going to try to do is pick like, one player to follow in every game. Like maybe I just watch Joel Farabee every time he’s onscreen to see how he interacts with everything going on on the ice, and maybe I’ll understand hockey plays better.

Honestly, the thing I’m most excited for is to see this team back in action, pretty much all together. I know a lot of fans were complaining that Briere didnt move enough pieces in the off season, but I’m just excited to see all of my favorite players again! I am really hoping to watch all of them get even better, see who works well with Michkov and how the lines shape up. I get all of my team back! What other NHL fan can say that??

[delenaisepiclove]

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

Hey Cosmic! Well let’s see…five fav fics that I’ve written. I’ve written a bunch on FanFiction.Net but for this post I’m going to stick with the ones I have up on ao3. First one that comes to mind is The Reunion. It’s about Faith and Buffy reuniting after her time in prison and it’s currently my most popular piece on ao3, so that makes me very happy. Not only that, it was my first time ever writing a w/w fic so to know that a lot of people liked it really meant a lot. :)

Second would have to be Partners in Crime. It’s based off of the animated show She-Ra and is centered around Catra and Adora, two of the main characters in the show. It’s another one that got a lot of attention that I really enjoyed writing. It’s very wholesome and sweet with a dash oof mischievousness thrown into it. Very very cute.

Third would be an on-going fic I’m writing called Star Crossed Enemies to Lovers. It’s a vampire fic centered on two characters from the show Killing Eve. Eve is a vampire hunter focused on hunting down a vampire named Villanelle, and the two have this back and forth cat and mouse game for awhile until feelings eventually between the characters. I only have a few chapters up and am in the process of writing the third chapter, but it’s coming along nicely and I can’t wait to post it! It’s my first vampire fic I’ve written in years so I’m pretty stoked about it. :) It’s not quite as popular as my last two but I’m hoping it’ll gain more traction as I add more chapters to it.

Fourth is A Blast from the Past, my latest Delena fanfic. This one is pretty dark, and is based off of a storyline I did on my RP account with a close friend many years ago. Damon and Elena are still vampires and have settled down, and even conceived a child together. But sometime later on down the road, something happens that causes Damon to revert back to his old ways where he only cared about Katherine and nobody else. It’s another WIP of mine and I’m not sure when I’ll have the second chapter posted. I just have fond memories of writing that with my friend and wanted to share it with more people.

And for my final story it would have to be Dark Savior. It’s another w/w fic set in the Buffy series only this time it’s centered around Faith and Willow. This is takes place during the Dark Willow arc and instead of Xander calming Willow down from her plan to end the world, it’s Faith. Unusual pairing but I think it works really well here, though I’m more of a Fuffy (Buffy/Faith) person personally.

If you’re interested in reading these stories you can find them all on my ao3 page. I only have a handful up so far so it’s not hard to find the five fics I’ve talked about in this post.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/CelestialStorm/works

[atleastweasel]

Fanart for my favorite Imodna fic! This is your sign to read 'If I Go, I'm Goin' Shameless' if you haven't yet!

I'm still reeling from making this. I miss Laudna so bad it made me draw a person for once lol

This is only the second time I've ever made a finished piece with a human(ish lol) subject so I'm pretty stoked about how it went. Happy Thursgay critters!

[aerodaltonimperial]

(Junglecorpse, 1.4k ish. In my defense, and I know I say this a lot but it's actually true this time, I am very legitimately going through a lot right now, and I don't know if my therapist would approve of this method of self-soothing or no, BUT whatever, Junglecorpse is one of the few pairings that activates my "MUST HAVE FLUFF NOW" toggles when normally I avoid fluff like the plague. I wrote this snippet a few months back or so for Vamp via chat and expanded it today for Myself™️ so I'm posting it here so I can save it on the masterlist. You do not have to read this.)

“Do you think Tony’s gonna lose his mind and create a new pay-per-view every week?” Jack asks, while thumbing up through his Twitter feed somewhat absently. He’s only got his right hand, as Darby has stolen his left. Darby’s got one of his ink pens, the felt-tipped kind he uses to doodle sometimes, and the brush of the tip against the skin on the back of Jack’s hand is calming. Sometimes Jack ends up with skulls littering his knuckles, other times with swoops and flourishes; mostly, he just lets Darby do his thing. It’s familiar.

“Seems like a bad business model,” Darby replies. His head is bowed, chin turned down as he works. Last week, Jack went out to lunch with his sister with a stylized skateboard heading up against the bump in his wrist bone, and she’d laughed for about three minutes straight.

Jack snorts a little, still scrolling. Doom-scrolling, really, though he’ll never admit that to his therapist. “Yeah, people are gonna stop paying if all they ever see is Hanger and Swerve stapling each other’s chests every single month, over and over again.”

“You may be greatly underestimating the public interest in that.” Darby laughs.

“Oh.” Jack frowns at the back glow, squinting a little. “Shit, yeah, you’re right. Man. Should I start up a homoerotic feud with somebody with the sole goal of getting some really violent death matches?”

“Please don’t let anyone else staple your chest,” Darby says, a bit muffled. The brush pen curls along Jack’s skin.

“Anyone else? Whoa, buddy, stapling me was not on the to-do list for this week.”

Darby snorts. “I like you in one piece, thanks. And I’m not a big fan of watching you bleed all over the mats.”

“Oh, sure, but I have to watch you toss yourself spine first off the posts every Wednesday,” Jack says. He taps the screen again with his thumb, pulling down. Something something official AEW twitter, five clips from the last show, and Stokely buying another celebrity Cameo to woo Kris Statlander. Actually, that one’s pretty funny. He got Barack Obama to do it. Jack didn’t even know Obama had a Cameo.

The brush tip swirls, then taps a few times. “Aw. You gettin’ anxious over me?”

“Well, if you die, who’s going to keep my feet warm at night?”

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to tell you: wear socks. Your feet are fucking freezing.”

Jack huffs out another laugh. The Obama cameo was hilarious. Stokely deserves managing her at this point. “I don’t need socks, I have your legs.”

“Dick,” Darby grumbles.

“But back to this pay-per-view thing. This is a lot of matches. Having even more on Sunday, every month, feels kind of overwhelming. Like, I need to have the roofing guy come look at my place? And I can’t schedule it because Tony keeps creating new shows.”

“Mm.” Another swoop of the brush, then some lines. Jack glides through an update from Prince Nana that reads truly bizarre, a reblog from Bowens that reads genuinely excited, and a post from Danhausen that’s mostly nonsense ending with ‘you’re cursed.’ “Maybe next week. Your shingles? Or the gutters? I don’t think I remember you talking about any other issues.”

“Just the shingles. After that last wind storm, I think a few came off, and now I’m worried the whole damn thing will come down around me one night.”

Darby huffs out a laugh, but the doodling ministrations on the back of Jack’s hand don’t pause. “I think you’d get a bit of a heads up before that happens.”

“Only if someone is physically there to yell ‘heads up’ at all times,” Jack jokes. Another tweet from the official AEW account, and then a reblog. Sammy posted. Ricky posted. Sammy tweeted at Ricky with a bunch of capslock, Ricky quote-retweeted with a gif of a dancing middle finger, and Jack skips all of that. Let them argue on main if they want to. Sammy’s just gonna try to fall on Ricky from the scaffolding again.

“I’ll do it.”

The drawing on the back of his hand stops. “Oh, yeah?” Jack smiles. “Are you volunteering to always…” He looks down at the doodles on his skin, and freezes.

Adorning his knuckles are a series of curves, vine-like, that curl up towards his ring finger where they create a solid horizontal line, and in the middle of his hand, somewhat shaky, given they were written upside down to be read from Jack’s direction, blocky letters spell WILL YOU MARRY ME.

Jack’s chest constricts. He can’t breathe. With his heart roaring against his ears, he whips his gaze up to stare at Darby, whose expression is maddeningly neutral. “Darby. What the fuck?”

“Okay, that’s… a response,” Darby says, with the tiniest of shrugs and a pinch to his lips. “Think it’s pretty clear.”

“Are you… are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Darby replies, mouth quirking up at the corners. “Yeah, I am.”

“You…” Jack’s tongue is ungainly, swollen. “Oh my god.”

“I’m not hearing an answer.”

“But… why would you…”

Darby drops his eyes, dragging his thumb over the topmost part of his impromptu design in a caress, and his smile never really diminishes. “Jack, what did you think this was? What did you think this was going to be? I don’t do things in halves, I told you that from the get-go. You know me. It’s you and me, and that’s what I want. Forever.”

“Are… are you sure?” Jack’s gonna choke on everything bubbling up from his chest.

Darby’s eyes slide back up. They reflect the lamplight, bright shiny starbursts. “Yeah, Jack, I’m really fucking sure. And if you don’t—”

“Yes.”

Darby pauses, tongue slipping out to press into the corner of his mouth. “Yes?”

“Yes.” Jack laughs, the sound bubbling up through his throat. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

“Holy shit.” Darby’s smile widens, impossibly stretched. “Holy shit. Really?”

Jack grabs for Darby’s face, clutching the sides of his head. He mashes their mouths together with way too much force, but he can’t stop it, because the rattling in his veins has started to sing. Then he pulls away. “You asked, you absolute loon, how did you not expect an answer? Yes, really. Really.”

And then he’s not really sure of much other than the fact that they’re both laughing, euphoric, and Jack doesn’t care about the roof anymore, or the idea of someone stapling his chest, because all that really pales in comparison to everything else, and he thinks ah, that’s exactly how it should be.

His brain starts to catch up with reality, sluggish. “Where are we gonna live? My place, or your place? This is opposite sides of the country, you know. Oh, wow. We’re gonna have to file taxes together.”

Darby laughs, features pulled incredulous. “What?”

“Should we hyphenate our last names?” Jack’s eyes track over Darby’s face: blue, blue, blue, his eyes are so blue. Should they have blue in their wedding? Should they have a wedding? “Should we hyphenate them in the ring? Wait, I have to go to the grocery store today, and I don’t want to wash this off my hand. Should I take a photo? Or wear a glove? Am I gonna look like Michael Jackson?”

“Jack,” Darby laughs again, high and bright. “Darling. Light of my life. You’re such a fucking idiot.”

“I’m seventeen steps ahead again, aren’t I.”

Darby grabs his face between his palms. “Yes. Yes, you are. Honestly, I don’t know where we’re gonna live. We’ll probably just keep both places. Yes, we’re gonna have to file taxes together. No, I don’t know if we’ll hyphenate our names; I really don’t give a shit. Yes, you can take a photo. No, you will never look like Michael Jackson.”

“You don’t have an opinion about our names?” Jack asks.

Darby hauls him closer, until their noses touch. He’s smiling, smiling, and Jack’s smiling, the expression too wide and aching on his face. “Jack, I don’t fucking care. I just want to be with you and your stupidly cold feet.”

“Does this proposal come with the condition that I have to buy some socks?”

“Don’t you even dare,” Darby replies, his thumb gliding along Jack’s cheek a little. “You’re gonna shove your feet between my legs in the middle of the night and jolt me awake like you always do, and I’m gonna fuckin’ love it, every damn time.”

“Oh my god, you’re such a sap,” Jack says.

“Get to used to that, ‘cause you’re gonna be legally stuck with me after this.”

“Awesome,” Jack breathes, and kisses him again.

[ilkkawhat]

I would like to hear you rant about Nick Stokes if you ever feel the desire to do it 👀

i’m not drunk and it probably would be more fun if i was (in fact I’m pretty hungover) but here we go lol

you know it’s funny i think this is the first time since 2006 i’m having trouble thinking about what to say about him. i know i’ve alluded to the thought of him even hurting me right now but he still seems to persist in my dreams, in ideas, and i have still been (attempting) writing him in difficult situations because he’s a character that has this unwavering optimism and spirit that’s just too easy to break though the pieces always find a way to get back together. and outside of his sheer hotness i think that’s what drew me to him—i wish i didn’t delete it but i once wrote this long thing about why grave danger is my favorite episode and it’s because outside of the buried alive trope (which this episode introduced me to at an impressionable age of 12? 13?) that episode made me fall in love with a man who was buried, eaten, driven mad to the point where he put a gun to his chin but he never pulled the trigger even though he got dangerously close to it, he would have waited until the last breath was going to leave his body before the full squeeze because he just has this quality about him with an insurmountable amount of strength and perseverance and while we don’t get a lot of aftermath what we do see is him sure, having some moments here and there where he’s still visibly suffering in that underground hell and his anger at it reveals itself in one of the best cases of the show, he still has this outlook that he’s alive. he lived. he survived and he’s not going to take it for granted. the choice of “i lived” by one republic as his swan song in the series sums it up i think as well as my personal favorite for him, “second chance” by shinedown. nick had every right to be depressed, full of rage, to give up and he doesn’t. do i think he does repress a lot of those feelings though and the pain he had buried in himself can tend to surface in small explosions of anger? oh hell yes and i mean we even saw him fall apart in season nine which i think was long overdue at that point which just as equally made me admire again that strength because i think it does take a lot of strength to show weakness and not just that nick is just such a down to earth and genuine guy that while yeah repression happens and it may take some digging to get him to open up and you have to be someone he trusts because if he doesn’t, he’s not going to let you see that vulnerability because the scars of his heart are so deep and so old and started at much too an early age—but he’ll reach out. he won’t ask for help but he’ll let you see what’s going on. but it’s okay he can handle it, he’ll say and while i’m definitely not as strong as he is i relate to his attitude on therapy tbh

but his suffering isn’t all that i love about him and doesn’t define who he is. who he is, is a passionate, empathetic man who breaks the jock-type mold you would initially think he’d fit into—even with his frat boy past and slight immaturity with his bets with warrick at the start and the ignorance that sometimes gets him into trouble, he grows and blossoms into that bearded badass at the end of the series, bent but not broken—which ok that goes back to The Suffering a bit 😅

[mabbbish]

Hello! I love your art sm and it’s so pretty! If you don’t mind me asking, how do you make draw your art-? Like what’s the process behind it?

(Sorry if this doesn’t make sense I’m bad at explaining stuff lol)

hi! i’m stoked anyone would want to know my process, no i don’t mind at all! tumblr deleted the draft i made where i went in depth about everything and i’m extremely mad about it, but hopefully this one sends.

i’m not sure if there was a specific drawing you were referring to, bc sometimes my process changed depending on how enthusiastic i’m feeling about the piece, but this is a general guide using the au as a reference :

1. sketch! i mostly just get down the main shapes.

2. finalise lineart!

3. Block colours! on the layer below lineart, use select tool within the lineart, alpha lock it, and add in block colours (this is where i experiment, you can see the remnants of lloyd’s other shirt colours near the collar before i decided i didn’t like them). i also put in loose details if i think i’m going to forget them before the render (eg i knew i wanted kais pants to be a gradient so i put it on the colour block layer so i could use the gradient later on in the render layer).

4. render! on the layer above colour, i put all my details. i use the lasso took a lot for shading and for hair (second image has a selection i used for kais roots. i select an area that i want to give depth w lasso tool, and airbrush either a shade lighter or darker than base).

5. shadows! set the layer above render to multiply and add in shadows to create more depth. i blend some of the shadows in, but mostly not bc i like the texture the harsh lines give (also the colours are gone so the shadows are more obvious for tutorials sake)

6. check values and colour lineart!

on a layer above everything, i fill with a completely desaturated shade (can be any) and set to saturation. this makes the image black and white, and i can go through and see if i need to change any colours or shading to make it more readable. i also alpha lock the lineart and add a warm red where ever i think blush would be on the face, or flesh is.

7. backgrounds if any then done! i also have a speedpaint of the nya and zane process to see it in action plus the order of layers

[risingwiththeheatabove]

A Little Honey - Chapter 8 - Baby I’m Your’s

Pairing: Josh X Reader

Series list

Warnings for series: 18+, Alcoholism, toxic parents, domestic abuse, drug use, alcohol use, coarse language, angst, fluff, explicit sexual content, NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, blood kink, praise kink, daddy kink, and probably so much more that I am forgetting.

Word Count 7K

A/N I apologize for this chapter taking so long. Life has been crazy, but I am so excited to finally get it out! I know I left y’all with a bit of a cliff hanger but I hope this chapter makes it up to you. She is a spicy one! As I have mentioned before I am doing a tag list for this series so comment below or send me a message if you would like to be included. Peace and love.

“Fuck, I am so sorry Honey. This was supposed to be our day. None of this should have happened.” He said unable to mask his own sadness. You had nothing left to say. Sitting there silently you decided to take Sam’s advice and just listen.

“Before I explain I need you to know none of this is your fault. Sam had no clue what he was fucking talking about. He caused this disaster not you!”

You were confused as to how any of this was Sam’s fault, but you remained listening. Hoping that somewhere in his explanation things would start to make sense.

“I was with Nora last night, but it is not at all what you think.” He paused taking your chin into his hand meeting his eyes with yours. “This is not how I wanted to do this. I wanted it to be romantic.” You looked at him completely disoriented by what he was saying. “Nora was helping me plan a surprise for you. I needed your work schedule and a few other things I couldn’t have asked you for with out tipping you off. I wanted to plan something special for you at the Vegas show.” He said with a nervous smile on his face.

You were frozen trying to put all the pieces of the puzzle together. “Why would Jake tell Sam you have been dating Nora?” You ask searching his eyes desperately for answers.

“That is a bit more complicated..”

February 14th - Valentines Day at the Studio

The boys had spent the first half of the day preparing set-lists and coordinating lighting and effects. Josh had been nervous all day thinking about what he was planning for you. The guys had picked up on his jitters. Josh admitted to having an important dinner planned with Nora, so the boys insisted they could finish the rest of the days tasks with out him. He jumped at the opportunity to leave.

Danny had similar nerves as he hadn’t planned anything for Valentines Day. He and Nora had been secretly dating over the past month and he was unsure as to how she would feel spending the holiday together. Airing on the side of caution he treated the day like any other. Throughout the day he feared he had made the wrong decision. Jake picked up on the unusually unsettled state of his brother from another mother.

“Are you doing okay dude?” Jake asked Danny.

“Yeah, just distracted I guess.” Danny responded shaking his head.

“Care to talk about it?” Jake offered as he took a set across from Danny.

“If I tell you, you have to keep in on the down low. Nobody knows yet, not even Y/N.”

“This has to do with Nora?” Jake quickly picked up on where the conversation was going.

“We have been… seeing each other. For about a month now.”

“Congrats man!”

“Thanks! Yeah I am pretty stoked! I just… I didn’t plan anything for Valentines Day. It felt too soon, but now I am second guessing myself.”

“Nora is a cool chick. I am sure she doesn’t mind. Plus it sounds like she is busy tonight helping Josh.”

“You are probably right… So he is really going to do it?” Danny asked in reference to Josh’s upcoming surprise Nora had informed him of.

“I think so! I have never seen him so in love. They deserve to be happy.” Jake said through a big grin, excited for his twin.

Jake and Danny meet up with Sam as they signed off on their individual documents approving tour details. Danny finished up first heading out for the night. Leaving Jake and Sam to close up the studio.

“What was up with him today?” Sam asked referring to Josh.

Jake mistook Sam’s question assuming he had been referring to Danny. “If I tell you, you have to keep it a secret!” Jake said shooting Sam a quizzical expression.

“Hey if there is one thing I can do, its keep a secret!” Sam said all too confidently.

“Him and Nora have been secretly dating for the past month.” Jake explained not knowing Sam would confuse the situation.

“No shit! How does Y/N feel about that?” Sam asked shocked by his brothers admission.

“She doesn’t know yet. No body does. They want to keep it a secret until they are ready.” Jake replayed.

“I didn’t see that one coming!” Sam exclaimed.

Jake confused by his brothers bewilderment shrugged him off and said his goodbyes for the evening.

February 15th 2022

Josh relays the conversations at the studio to you.

“Oh my god.” You say mortified by your contribution to the mess of the evening. “I am going to kill Sam!” You scream into the couch pillow.

Josh laughs at you, pulling the pillow down from your face. “Not before I do!” His fingers brush your hair off your skin and neatly tuck it behind your ear. Your face red with embarrassment about how far this misunderstanding escalated. “Can we kill him tomorrow? I think we have had enough fighting for one day.” He says followed by a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“Josh, I am so sorry…”

“Shhh it’s all okay.” He hums softly as he pulls your head to his chest. You release your weight on to him as his arms wrap around you.

“When Sam told me…” You paused trying to collect your thoughts. “I wasn’t thinking straight. I thought I was losing you.” Tears began to creep through your closed lids.

“Honey, I am yours… and if you ever want that to change you will have to pry me off with a crowbar.” He jokes as his hands begin to run through your hair.

“Things have just been so different lately. Nora has been distant and I thought I pushed her away. I felt like I was losing you both.” You nuzzle into his chest with your tears slowly finding his shirt. “You have been so busy, don’t get me wrong I am so happy for your success. I have just missed you. I have missed how things were.”

“I have missed you Honey, more than you know. This tour is going to be hard, but we will make it through. There is no doubt in my mind. All the prep is done so for the next month I am entirely yours.”

You wrap your arms around him holding on tightly as if he was going to disappear.

“I love you.” He offers as he places another kiss on top of your head.

Removing your head from his chest you look up to meet his gaze. Your swollen, and red eyes meet his. “I love you so much.” You say as he places his hand on your cheek wiping away tears with his thumb.

Just then you hear the front door open. Turning your head you look towards the entry way to see Nora come around the corner.

“I am going to kill Sam!” She says as she finds you on the couch, wrapping her arms around you as well.

“Get in line!” You chuckle as her apologetic eyes meet yours.

“Y/N I should never have kept things from you. I just didn’t want to shove my uncomplicated relationship in your face while… while you two figure out your relationship.” She said removing her arms from the group hug. Josh did the same as he shifted to get up.

“I will let you guys talk.” He said as he stood up, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I will pick you up in the morning and we can try again with our valentines festivities?” He asks as he walks towards the door.

“Third times the charm.” You say playfully. He blows you a kiss before walking out, closing it behind him.

Nora gets up to grab a glass of water for each of you. You join her at the table.

“Did you really think I would do that to you Y/N? Date Josh?” She asked with a furrowed brow.

“I wasn’t thinking. Nothing made sense and things have been so weird between us lately.” You say offering out a hand for her to hold. She apprehensively takes it into her own. “I am sorry if I have pushed you away. I should have made more time for you.”

“After you left me at the bar, I felt I don’t know… like you replaced me. I was having a hard time with the idea of you having a new partner in crime. I see how happy Josh makes you and I want you to be happy. You deserve to be happy! I just miss my big sister.” She said looking down at the table as if she was embarrassed to admit her feelings.

You place your other hand on top of hers and offer a light squeeze. “No one could ever replace you Nora. You are my ride or die! I am so sorry I made you feel that way.”

“I am sorry I didn’t tell you about Danny.” She said keeping her gaze downward.

“I would have been happy for you! I am happy for you.You could have told me you know?”

“The last month went by so fast. I didn’t know how to casually slip that into conversation. Especially when I was seeing you so infrequently.”

“Well I guess Sam took care of that one for ya!” You said as you both laughed at the events of the day. “I have missed you Nora.”

“I have missed you.” She said offering another squeeze to your hand. “Also I would never date Josh. I would never do that to you! Plus I don’t date short guys!” She said laughing at her own joke. You couldn’t help but giggle.

You continue to catch up with her. Grabbing the remaining bottle of wine from the fridge you settle in on the couch and discuss Nora’s new relationship. She explains that Danny asked her out on a date while they were at his birthday Dinner. Since then they had gone on several dates. Nothing was official just yet, but it may as well have been. You both finished off the bottle and joked about all of the ways you could get back at Sam for causing this shit show. Eventually growing tried you parted ways to go to bed.

“Come here!” You held out grabby hands as you motioned for her to hug you as both stood from the couch. She accepted swallowing you in to her tall frame.

“When ever you get done playing house with Josh we should plan a camping trip. We haven’t done one in a while.”

“I’d love that. When the boys are off on tour it will be like old times around here!” You said looking forward to spending more time with her.

“Has your big surprise been ruined?” She asked with a quizzical look on her face.

“Not entirely! All I know is it has to do with the Vegas show. Thank you for helping him with that by the way.” You say as you walk towards your room.

“It’s my pleasure! That boy sure loves you.” She says before closing the door to hers.

You smile as you slide into bed thinking about your lover boy and what surprises he has in store for you.

The next morning you wake up to the smell of bacon, eggs and coffee drifting in from the kitchen. Slowly peeling yourself from your bed you make your way to the kitchen grabbing a blanket to wrap up in.

“Need any help?” You ask rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Are you awake enough to be on toast duty?” Nora pokes. She was already dressed and ready for the day. Unlike yourself who hadn’t even put pants on yet.

“I think I can manage!” You jest back in a sassy tone, pouring yourself a cup of coffee. Placing a few slices of bread in the toaster you walk over to the table to sit down.

“When is Josh supposed to be here?” She asked.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” You shrug your shoulders as you take a sip from your warm mug.

Before she could respond the front door opened. Josh stepped through the threshold with a tray of coffee in one hand and a bag of food in the other. Kicking the door shut behind him with his foot, he walked toward the kitchen. He had on his usual white tee with mala bead, his light washed jeans and white vans. I sight to behold no matter how many times you had seen it.

“Speak of the devil!” Nora said lightheartedly.

“Love you too Nora.” Josh popped back. “Well shit! I thought I would treat you ladies to breakfast.” He say defeated placing the food on the counter. “Is something burning?”

“SHIT, the toast!” You run over to the toaster to find a plume of smoke pouring out of the top. Quickly turning it off you find 3 black pieces of what was once bread. Josh and Nora laugh as you show them the damage.

“You had one job!” Nora teased. “You didn’t happen to bring toast?” She asked Josh.

“The French kind!” He said pointing a finger into the air all to excited to unpack the goodies from the brown bag. French toast with berries and fresh whipped cream.

You help him place the food and coffee on the table while Nora brings over the bacon and eggs. He pulls you in to his arms still wrapped in your blanket. Your arms snake around his waist as your face meets his for a kiss. His velvet lips taste of coffee and sugar. He pinches at your sides attempting to tickle you. You squirm away and find your seat at the table with Nora, he follows joining you.

“This looks absolutely divine! Thank you both!” You say as you dig in.

“Josh saved the day!” Nora exclaimed.

Josh gasped. “A compliment from Nora?! Do my ears deceive me?” He said as he leaned back in playful shock.

“Don’t get used to it!” She popped back. “I don’t know how you tolerate him sometimes!” She said directed towards you.

“Will you two stop it! You are the two people I love the most in this world. Would it kill you to get along?” You ask.

“YES!” They say in unison. You all break out into laughter.

After you all finish eating Nora insists on cleaning up so you and Josh could leave before traffic picks up. Your bags were still sitting in the hallway packed up so you slip on a pair of denim shorts and brush your hair before getting in the Jeep. Josh climbs in the drivers side placing a hand on your bare thigh as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“Jake is out of town until Sunday so the house is ours for the next four days.” He said with a devious smirk on his face.

“Whatever will we do with all of that time?” You tease reaching over to run your fingers through is curls. Finding a spot on the back of his head near his neck. You offer a playful tug causing him to bite his bottom lip.

“Mama...” He say through a little moan.

“Sugar you know what that does to me.” You said referring to the nickname he reserves for intimate moments.

“Trust me Mama, I know.” He says all to pleased with himself. His hand travels higher up your thigh gripping tighter around your flesh. “I would hate to ruin those panties, they are my favorite.”

“We can buy more.” You hum climbing over the console to place soft kisses along his neck.

His hand moves from your thigh to your cheek. His thumb brushing your lips. He presses in slightly as you suck his thumb into your mouth.

“I need you to be a good girl for me until we get home. Can you do that?” He says looking at you with nothing but lust as his thumb sits in your mouth. You nod your head yes as he pulls his thumb out. “That’s my girl.” He says placing a kiss on your hand.

You sit back in your seat letting out a small huff and crossing your arms. Josh chuckled at your theatrics. You continued your flirtatious tantrum until you pulled into the drive way. As Josh unbuckled you grabbed his arm before he could open the door.

“Leave the bags.” You said as you hopped out and ran towards the door with a frisky pep in your step. He also ran following you through the door. Throwing off your shirt as you fast step towards the bedroom. He trails close behind until he catches up pushing you against the wall his lips meet yours.

“I said be good.” He teased in-between kisses. His tone drunk with desire.

“You said be good until we get home…” You say before his lips meet your again. “We are home now and I can be as bad as I want to.” He quickly removes his shirt and you pull on the button of his jeans.

“Shower. Now.” He says leaning over you with his hand pointing towards the bathroom.

“Yes sir.” You bite flirtatiously as you skip off to the bathroom. His hand meeting your ass with a quick swat.

You undress and turn on the water waiting for him to join you. Music fills the air as Josh puts on your favorite record before returning to the bathroom in just his jeans. With the water now warm you step under and watch him undress.

“Enjoying the show?” He ask cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Very much so!” You chirp back opening the curtain further for him to join you.

He gets in and pulling you into a tight hug and dragging you under the water with him. You both laugh as the water sprays you in the face. With your eyes closed you find his lips again welcoming in his warm tongue. Still tasting just as sweet as it did earlier in that morning. His hands travel down exploring your breasts, and passing over your curves before he moves one down to your core. Your breath catches as he works his fingers between your folds.

“Such a good girl, so wet for me.” He says before moving his lips to your neck. His forefinger finds your swollen bud circling it slowly he teases you.

“Josh..” You moan.

“Yes Mama?” He hums into your neck. With out having to respond he new what you wanted. He tapped your thigh signaling he was going to pick you up. With one smooth motion he had your thighs in his hands and your back pushed against the shower wall. His tongue finding your nipple he bites at it lightly sending electricity through your core. His pulsating cock was pressed against you teasing you with every small movement. You reached down directing it into your entrance. Josh threw his head back as he bottomed out inside of you. “Fuck..” Slipped past his lips as his gaze returned to you. “You feel so good Mama, whose perfect pussy is that?”

“It’s your Josh.” You say through your moans.

“That’s right, its all mine.” He begins to thrust into you faster. Your back lightly smacking the wet tile with each motion. A string of moans and cursing escape your lips as you grow closer to your climax. Josh pulls out lowering you to your feet. “Not yet Mama, I wanna taste it. I want you to cum on my face.” You brace yourself as he pulls your thighs apart with his hands and buries his face in your center. His tongue making quick work on your clit as his fingers enter you curling just right. Your hands fly down to his hair desperately looking for something to hold on to as your orgasm washes over you. His tongue laps up your slick slowly as you come down from you high. Pulling him back up to you by his hair, he meets you with a devilish smirk. Spinning him around quickly you push his back against the wall. Lowering to your knees you look up at him. His hand finding your chin, he lightly strokes your cheek with his thumb. You place sloppy kisses on his lower abdomen causing him to twitch under your touch.

“Honey.” He moans as your tongue meets the head of his cock. Teasing the tip you lick down to the base taking his balls in your hand. His hands find the back of your head begging for me. “I need it Mama.”

“I love it when you beg baby.” You hum as you take him into your mouth.

“Fuck Mama I don’t know what’s better, your mouth or your pussy.” He says biting his lower lip. His eyes threatening to close as his head falls back once more.

“Look at me while I swallow you down. Who is your good girl?” You say through little licks to his shaft.

“You are Mama. Taking in every inch and begging for more. You are such a good girl for me. So pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He watches as you take him back in. Feeling him beginning to reach his climax, you pick us the pace as you work him through.

“Y/N…” He moans as his warm cum pours down your throat. Swallowing each drop as if it were honey. Releasing him from your mouth you pepper kisses up his body before meeting his lips once more. The water had since turned cold both of you too busy to notice. Josh turned off the water and reached out grabbing a towel off of the rack. He wrapped it around you before grabbing one for himself. Draping it low on his hips he steps out offering you a hand behind him. You accept as you walk toward the sink. He picks you up causing you to giggle before setting you down on the counter. He bites at your neck playfully as you swing your legs around him. “I love you.” He says kissing your cheek.

“I know.” You tease as he threatens to pick you up again. “Okay okay I love you too.” You say through laughter.

“What do you want to do today?” He asks as he slips back into his clothes.

“I was pretty happy with what we were doing.” You say in a flirty tone.

“We will have plenty of time for that Honey.” He responded offering you another kiss before walking into the bedroom to find his shirt.

Defeated you hop down and join him in the bedroom. Searching through his things for something to wear. Finding your shorts and a one of his shirts. to throw on.

“How does some lunch and a movie sound?” He asks grabbing your hand and leading you toward the kitchen. “I have this new India dish I have been wanting to try.”

“Ohh I love it when my man cooks for me.” You say taking a seat at the counter.

Josh prepared lunch while you picked out a movie. The record he put on earlier had ended so you put on some Elvis hits to dance to with him. You helped chop, but mainly distracted him as you danced around the kitchen in circles. Occasionally he offered a few of his own moves resembling the ones he used on stage. Somehow he finished the meal despite your wonderfully distracting performance. Hungry from your earlier activities you both inhaled the deliciousness in front of you. Josh cleaned up while you brought in your bags from the car. Taking the record off as you returned inside. Then finding a spot to cuddle up on the couch. After finishing in the kitchen he joined you snuggling into the space between your legs resting his head on your stomach.

“What did you pick?” He asked.

“It felt like a Star Wars Day!” You said pressing play.

“Ohhh A New Hope good choice.” He said cheerfully.

You hummed pleased with yourself. Settling in you began to softly play with his hair. About half way through you heard soft snoring coming from Josh. You laughed as you closed your own eyes to join him for a nap. A few hours or so must have pasted before you were woken up by a frantic Josh looking for his phone. “Honey get up! We are running late!” He said looking up from his phone screen.

“Since when did you care about being late?” You laugh as you sit up. “What are we even late for?”

“I made dinner reservations for 6 and its 5:30!” He said rushing into the bedroom. You follow him still laughing at his nervous behavior. You find him in the closet pulling a dress from the rack. It was a little black dress, satin with a plunging neck line and silver rhinestone embellishments. He hands it to you with a pair of black strappy heels.

“Josh…” Slips through your lips in a whisper as you look at him in elated shock. “It’s beautiful!” You said in a whispered yell. “Is this for tonight? Where are we going?” You ask as you strip off your outfit from earlier.

“You will see just get ready!” He laughs at your eager excitement. “Quickly!”

You slip the dress on as he watches longingly. He offers a hand in zipping up the back before you run into the bathroom to do your hair and make up. He changes into a pair of khakis and loafers, replacing his long sleeve shirt with a form fitting charcoal turtle neck. The most dressed up you had ever seen him. You style your hair down and quickly apply some minimal make up. Adding a red lip to spice it up a bit. Strapping up your heels you step out of the bathroom to find Josh stroking his chin hairs in anticipation. The dress was pretty short showing off your legs. You place a foot on the bed next you Josh. He places a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh before his eyes catch on your center.

“I am surprised you didn’t ruin them earlier.” He says referring to your satin underwear he deemed his favorite. “You look absolutely stunning Mama.” He said standing up placing kisses up your arm.

“I thought we were in a hurry?” You tease.

“There is always enough time to admire my Honey.” He says as he pecks your cheek. “But we are really fucking late so we should probably go!”

You rush to the Jeep and He drives you too a 5-star restaurant on the lakeside.

“Josh this seems really expensive.” You said feeling uncomfortable with how much money he was about to spend on you.

“You deserve it.” He said offering you hand to slide out of the Jeep. His other hand meeting the small of your back and leading you in through the entrance. The restaurant was dimly lit with warm candle lighting at each table. It was private and quiet despite all of the tables being full. Josh checks in at the front desk and the hostess guided you to a table next to a large window looking out over the water. The lights and the stars reflected off of its surface, dancing in the waves. He pulled out your chair as you took in the view. Sitting down he pushed you in before taking his seat across the table. “Do you like it?” He said nervously.

“This is amazing. You are amazing.” You said taking his hand in yours.

Your touch helping him to relax some. “Hopefully this makes up for the last two days?” He asked scratching his head.

“And then some!” You say as the waiter comes over to take your drink order. Josh orders a glass of wine for each of you.

“So as you know we have our show in Vegas next week opening for Metallica.”

You nod as a smile creeps up on your face.

“I have already ran it by Debbie and she covered all of your shifts. That is if you want to join us for the weekend.”

“No I think I will stay in Nashville and work instead.” You say sarcastically. “Are you fucking kidding me?! Of course I want to go to Vegas with my best friends, sister and lover boy!” He laughs at your excitement.

“We have tickets to fly out Wednesday night the show is on Friday so we have sometime to find trouble in sin city.” He said regaining his confidence shooting you a wink.

Your wine is served and you both order your meals. While you wait Josh takes it upon himself to show you the empty patio area. He leads you out onto the wooden walkway. Holding tightly around your waist you find a spot on the railing to look out over the water. He tells you about the plans for the big weekend in Vegas as you run little circles over his hand with your finger. The soft lights glow off of his rosy cheeks and his eyes look almost black as they stare back at you. You can see through the window that the food is being placed at the table. He leads you back inside still wrapped snuggly around you.

“Jake and Jita recommended this place so if the food sucks we can blame them.” He joked as you both dug into your entrees.

“Mmmmm.” You cooed as you took your first bite.

“You are too cute Honey.” He chuckled, causing you to blush.

“Ooo that’s not what you called me earlier.” You jested with a suggestive smirk on your face.

“Dirty talk, in public Mama?” He said with lust filling his voice.

You brush your leg against his. “What are you going to do about it Sugar?”

“Does Mama want it a little rough tonight?” He purred just above a whisper. You rubbed your thighs together looking for friction as you bit your bottom lip. “At this rate you will definitely have those panties ruined before we even have dessert.”

“I’ve got your dessert and you can take it to go.” You flash him a wink.

He chuckles at your cheesy line but loves every second of it. Reaching a hand under the table to brush your knee.

“I have a surprise for you when we get home.” He said squeezing your thigh before returning his hand to the table. You wiggle in your seat at the loss of contact. “You are acting like you didn’t just cum on my face hours ago.” He continued to laugh at your antics.

“Excuse me?” You hear an unfamiliar apprehensive voice behind you. Josh’s face grew beet red as as he saw the young woman approach the table. You couldn’t help but laugh at his flustered appearance. “Are you Josh? From Greta Van Fleet?”

“Why yes, yes he is!” You answer attempting to hold back your laughter. He kicked you lightly under the table.

“Hi! Dear what is your name?” He said trying his best to compose himself.

“Ashley!” She squealed as he got out her phone. “I am sorry to bug you while you are at dinner but do you mind taking a picture with me?”

“Of course not, Honey will you be our photographer?”

“Always Sugar.” You say taking the phone from the young woman. You stand up from your seat to take the photo.

“You are gorgeous!” She says nervously referring to you.

“Isn’t she?” Josh agreed enthusiastically as he posed for the picture. You snap a few before handing the phone back for her to review.

“These are perfect! Thank you so much!” She said hugging her phone tightly to her chest.

“Thank you! It was lovely to meet you Ashley!” He said as he retook his seat. Still blushing from the embarrassment of what the poor fan may have heard come from his mouth as she approached. As Ashley walked back to her own table you broke out in laughter. “It is not funny!” Josh said laughing through his scolding tone. “Do you think she heard me?” He asked slightly mortified.

“Definitely.” You snort you laugh so hard. Causing him to let out a belly roll of a laughter. “That will be on twitter later.” You add.

“Shit.” He said throwing his face into his hands. “Do you want to just leave?”

“Oh no you were insistent that we stay for dessert!” You teased as you both finished your meals.

Your server returned. “Would you like to see the dessert menu?” He asked.

“No.” Josh said but you interrupted him

“We would love to.” You said with a playful smirk. He handed you the menu as you read it painfully slow. “Mmmm chocolate lava cake, crème brûlée… raspberry gelato.” You read off as your hand snakes under the table brushing his thigh. “What sounds good to you Sugar?”

He bites his lip and smiles, shaking his head at your teasing. “Whatever you want Mama.” He coos back.

“I think one of each… to go.” You smack his thigh before returning the menu to the waiter and placing your order.

Josh’s leg begins to bounce out of impatience as you wait for the bill. It only takes a few minutes for them to bring over the wrapped up desserts and check. Josh throws down a lump of cash with out even looking at the ticket. Grabbing the bag of goodies with one hand his other hand finds your waist once more as you exit the restaurant. Once through the doors he places a hand firmly on your ass, squeezing with a frisky force. You both practically run to the car, giggling with anticipation. As soon as he climbs in the drivers seat he meets you for a heated kiss. You crawl in to the back seat and he looks at you inquisitively.

“Here?” He asks turned on by your boldness.

“Get back here before I change my mind.”

He makes quick work of joining you as you shimmy off your satin panties. Now completely soaked through with your slick. Josh grabs them shoving them in his pocket.

“These are mine now. A memento for lonely tour nights.” He says with a grin, undoing his khaki pants.

You push his chest back until he is seated in front of you. You climb into his lap, straddling his legs with yours. He works his pants down just far enough to get the job done. He collects your arousal with his fingers and coats his shaft with it before lining up with your entrance. His eyes meet your for consent. You nod as you lower your hips down onto him. You feel him filling you up to the brim. He places messy kisses along your chest as you begin riding him. He pulls your dress up over your ass fully exposing it. His hands each grabbing at your cheeks, he helps conduct the rhythm. Soft moans fill up the small space as the windows fogged over.

“Fuck Mama I am not going to last long.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Cum for me Baby. Show me how good I make you feel.” You say tugging lightly at his hair. Causing a louder moan to escape his lips. You pick up speed as you ride him.

“Y/N…” He said as you felt his warmth fill you. He always said your name when he came, never a nickname.

You sat there leaning your forehead against his as you both caught your breath.

“Are you going to be able to drive home?” You teased as you climb off of him and back into the passenger seat. He followed behind still catching his breath.

“It’s a shame I am going to have to take that dress off of you when we get home.”

“Mmmm I’ll remember what it does to you, I can capitalize on that in the future.” You flirtatiously jest back.

His tongue sneaks out passed his lips as he grins deviously.

The drive home was fortunately very short. Josh fumbled with the keys as he attempted to unlock the door. Eventually getting it open you ran inside to secure the desserts in the kitchen. Just as you closed the fridge for Josh had your wrist in his hand guiding you to the bedroom.

“Leave it on for just a bit longer.” He said referring to your dress. Sitting you down on the bed he walked over to the dresser, grabbing a few things out of the top drawer. “Close your eyes.” He instructed. You did as he asked. You felt a silk fabric cover your eyelids and that he knotted at the back of your head. “Do you trust me Honey?”

“I trust you Josh.” You say as you feel his soft lips meet yours for a sweet kiss.

“Lay back with your hands over your head Mama.” You do as he says. You feel similar silk ties wrap your wrists together. “You are such a good girl.” He offered praises as he secured them. “Honey, if at any point you want me to stop just say so. Green, yellow, red, got it?”

“Green Baby. Very green.”

His hands trail down from your thighs to your ankles. Delicately undoing each of your heels and removing them. His touch disappears for a minute and you wiggle with a need for it to return. Just as you are about to speak you feel a cool silicon object touch your skin.

“Joshie you bought me a toy?” You tease all too excited.

“Just a little something to have while I am away.” You feel his weight crawl onto the bed next to you. His lips dance along your neck as he turns the vibrator on moving it closer to your center. “I want to watch you play with yourself in that dress, but right now its my turn.” He says as the toy finds your swollen clit. He flicks it on for just a second warming you up. Your legs squirm longing for more. He doesn’t make you wait any longer. Turning it back on he runs the toy along your sensitive bud. You find yourself holding you breath chasing your release. His other hand comes up to your throat.

“Green!” You say so quickly you were almost embarrassed. He hums at your eager excitement as his hands wrap around applying pressure to just the sides. “Baby don’t stop… I am going to…” Just as your orgasms threatens to slip over he shuts the vibrator off.

“Does my good girl want to cum?” He teased.

“Please Sugar, please I need it. I was so good earlier.” You beg in a helpless tone.

“Let me watch you Mama.” He says as he unties your hands, and the blindfold. He gives you the vibrator as he walks over to a chair that is in the corner of the room. He pulls it closer to the bed before taking a seat. You inch up the bed toward the headboard, pulling the bottom of your dress up slightly for better access. You spread your legs in front of him, planting your feet on the mattress with your knees bent. You grab the toy and run it through your arousal. Teasing yourself you bite your lip, locking eyes with him as you turn on the vibrator. He leans over the edge, placing his elbow on the bed and his chin in his hand. A lust filled grin grows across his face as he watches you bring your self to orgasm. It doesn’t take long, with in a few minutes your legs are shaking and the air is catching in your chest as you let go. Leaving the vibrating silicone pressed against your clit you feel a second wave of electricity pass over your body. Your toes curl as you throw your head back involuntarily. A large volume of wetness is felt between your legs as you come back to the moment. Turning off the device and setting it to the side your eyes meet his once more. Josh’s facial expression is one of pure astonishment. “That was fucking hot.” He says pulling off his turtle neck and crawling on top of you. “I will replay that in my head every night that I am away from you.” He says placing love bites down your neck and chest.

“I am not going to be able to walk by the end of the weekend, am I?” You tease.

“That’s the plan.” He hums seductively into your neck. His arms reach under you undoing the zipper of your dress. He takes his time pulling it off of you. Exposing inch by inch as he follows behind the dress with wet kisses and licks. Starting at your breasts, passing over your stomach, your hips, thighs, calves and even placing a gentle kiss on the top of your foot as he finishes pull the dress off. “I will never get tired of seeing you naked.” He said standing at the edge of the bed pausing for a few moments to take you in. You crawl over to the edge of the bed, popping onto your knees you wrap your arms around his neck as you lean in for a kiss. His hands find your ass once more.

“Ready for round three?” You whisper into his ear followed by a nip to his pierced ear lobe.

“Have mercy, Mama.” He chaffed in his desire filled tone.

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[mehoymalloy]

I’ve been thinking about sending you an anon for awhile! I wanted to say that when I first say your Otohan/Imogen fics i was really confused on why- but then one night I was bored so I began reading them and absolutely fell in love with your writing. The way you write Otohan to begin with and the relationship you’ve conjured up is kind of insane in a really good way. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I’m very happy I gave a ship I was very against a shot because you are very incredible.

I’m looking forward to more information on the judicator au! I know you’re working on it with someone else (I’m pretty sure I remember seeing that) so I wish you both the best with it. And cant wait for any updates you have on… like… anything. (No but seriously I really am stoked for the judicator au anything you say about it I will eat up like someone starved in the desert please feel free to share more- :) if you want to ofc)

Wow, talk about making my morning (day, week, month, year)! I honestly cannot thank you enough for not only giving my writing and this ship a chance, but also taking the time to send me such a kind and wonderful message to let me know. Messages like this seriously mean the world to me, so genuinely, thank you so much.

The one thing about planning a fic in full like this before publishing it is that every snippet I could share feels like a spoiler. So instead, please accept these random scraps of worldbuilding details and tidbits!

First and foremost, I truly would not be writing this AU without @inomakani. She encouraged me to go wild in our DMs talking about it, helped me solidify a lot of the plot details, and offered her own ideas whenever I got stuck deep-diving into the nitty gritty details (as I so often do). For example, she helped conceptualize Imogen's pseudo-permanent dorm room with a very cool and cozy layout. Here's just a tiny piece of the amazing floorplan she made that she'll likely post in full when the fic is published.

To further emphasize how awesome this whole project of hers was (because she really did plan ALL of Imogen's room; I simply gave the final 'ok'), here's my far simpler layout of the Aydinlan Seminary's campus:

Furthermore, Ino has contributed immensely to the wider worldbuilding (something she truly excels at). As a sort of silly but no less brilliant example, here's one of the cantrips she came up with for the in-universe encyclopedia of kink, Mistress' Magical Manual of Kink (mentioned in this snippet of how Imogen finds the book to begin with):

Conceptus Interruptus Level:: Cantrip Casting Time:: 1 Action Range/Area:: Touch Components:: S Duration:: 7 days School:: Abjuration Attack/Save:: CON Save Source:: Apocryphal Reproduced In:: Maya's Magic, Maladies, and Medicine Reproduced In:: Mistress' Magical Manual of Kink Reproduced In:: Wizard Sex-Ed at the Aydinlan Seminary A spell seemingly as old as time itself, this cantrip has no confirmed source. Rumors abound that it originated in the days before the calamity in the once-great city of Aeor, but nearly as many claim it came from the earliest days of the plane-hopping elven city of Syngorn. Considered to be a crucial part of any sex-education course, it is taught to magic practitioners as a matter of practice. Similarly, magical items with the spell cast on them can be found in most self-respecting magic shops. The spell subtly changes the recipient's physiology to destroy gametes in the body for the duration of the spell. This makes it an effective form of period protection as well, though this was not discovered until the sexual health work done by Maya Ayad in Maya's Magic, Maladies, and Medicine. The spell may be dismissed by the caster at any time, but gametes must subsequently be regenerated by the body, which may take up to a month.

I would also absolutely be remiss if I didn't give Imogen glasses in the "Imogen is a Huge Nerd AU" (they're round, bronze-colored, and wire-framed, attached to a matching chain she wears around her neck because the bridge is just a little too wide and frequently slips down her nose; Professor Kai gave her his old pair when her and Liliana first arrived at the Seminary, and at this point it's a sentimental quirk Imogen can't bring herself to fix). The frames and temples are etched with teeny glyphs that provide Darkvision as well as the ability to magnify (and yes, please imagine that Imogen's eyeballs appear comically large when that spell is activated lol).

And finally, while I can't share much about Otohan themself and all the theorizing we've done on judicators in general, I can share this little detail about one of the more passive abilities they have, since it's mentioned in the opening of the fic.

Again, thanks so much for sending me such a kind message! I hope this absolute overload of random headcanons can feed you while we work on the main course!

[mikathemonster]

“getting handsy”

author’s note: hey everyone! this is my first piece, so I'm pretty stoked about it :))) just to clarify, this is a slightly different AU in which you possess the elven blades Gandalf and the gang find in the troll's cave (everything else storyline-wise is relatively the same, though). this took me two nights to write, mostly because i kept getting so excited to write it that i couldn’t sleep! it was originally supposed to be an assassin Y/N with the tagline being “getting handsy?” but that derailed as i wrote this so who knows! maybe i’ll write another with the original idea! anyways, let me know what you think! also, this was originally going to be two parts, with second being a little more smutty. let me know if y’all still want that!

Pairing: Kíli / Gender-neutral Human Reader

Word Count: 4,039

summary: despite unwillingly joining Thorin’s company at the suggestion of Gandalf, it seems the cheeky brown-haired dwarf prince who disarmed you is slowly growing on you

content warnings: fluff, bruises, suggestive language and a little flirting, angry dwarves, mentions of a village being burnt down, honestly it’s from the lotr franchise so i’m just gonna go ahead and label it PG-13, y’all know what you’re expecting

DO NOT REPOST OR COPY. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

It had been a long three days of traveling east, the heat and wind reminding you of simpler times when bathing was a luxury; for you see, you had been carrying precious artifacts with you in order to sell it to a buyer just past the Carrock, towards Mirkwood. While the artifacts had no real use to you, you wondered curiously of what your buyer could want with three Elven blades, and why they needed it so urgently that you haven’t even the time to wash the wind from your hair. I mean, come on: after orcs, goblins, and foul-breathed men, you were supposed to guard these swords with your life?

Truth be told, that was the way of life you had come to know for the past three years; a life of smuggling, a life of delivery, and ultimately, a lonely life. But there was no room for relationships of any kind when you were known well for your messenger capabilities. Various parties, all of devious backgrounds, would seek you out to deliver messages, goods, and once, even a prisoner. It was by their tongues that you were known well as The Untouchable, a moniker you had gained after seemingly cheating death 5 times to deliver a set of precious jewels to an Elven king. And as such, people believed you to be untouchable by even Death himself, though you wouldn’t necessarily agree. As a matter of fact, a part of you wondered if you were growing less fond of your uncommon occupation; the past three years had already worn you dull at times. But then again, you hadn’t a clue of what you’d do if it weren’t for these recent gigs.

And so you continued your passage to the east, towards the mountains and ultimately Mirkwood. The sun had set just moments ago, and you knew you had to seek shelter soon; traveling at night had become increasingly more dangerous these past few months, for reasons unknown to you. And while you weren’t excited to make camp in the Trollshaws, it seemed safer than continuing along the East-West Road into the murky night.

It didn’t take long for you to set up camp, keeping yourself inside the hollow of an old tree to avoid thieves in the night from finding you and trying to covet what isn’t even yours. These swords had been more trouble than they were worth during your journey. You couldn’t tell what was so special about them, besides the fact that they were oddly light to hold, and incredibly stronger than you first had thought, using one of them to chop up firewood a few nights ago. Night set in, and your thoughts began to slow as sleep overcame your tired body.

You were suddenly stirred from your sleep as you heard a group of shouts coming from the edge of the woods. Your head snapped up, your body jolted awake despite the fatigue of your trek, and your hand carefully hovered over one of the Elven blades as you listened closely, discerning whether or not it was a threat to you. What time was it? The moon still slept in the sky and yet it seemed a lighter blue than when you had first fallen asleep in your oaken hideout. Was it soon to be morning? You crept carefully closer in the direction of the voices, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on edge as you tried to clear your mind and even your breaths, uneven from your rather rude awakening.

Creeping ever closer, you could finally see between thick-leaved trees that some mountain trolls had made camp, the screaming coming from their assumed dinner as your gaze shifted to the fourteen men tied up in short brown sacks, the sacks comically tied around their necks, giving them only their voices. Dwarves, you could tell, mostly from the impeccably-groomed beards but also from their sheer temperament. It seemed an even-smaller man (Perhaps a hobbit? But what would he be doing so far from the Shire?) was standing in his sack, desperately trying to convince the trolls not to eat them. You sighed to yourself, glad that the screaming hadn't proven to be a threat to you, but rather to their own misfortune.

A part of you wondered if you should intervene, though you weren't entirely sure what you could do; you were more adept at preventing your own death, not so much at saving others from it. But still unsure, you chose to at least see if anything would happen; after all, daylight would soon be upon you all. Perhaps if you could cut a tree down as a distraction? But there was no telling how long that would take...

Unbeknownst to you, amidst all of the yelling, a certain white-bearded dwarf had caught his eyes to you, squinting to see if you were friend or foe (Not that it mattered, considering they were about to die).

Soon, just as you had figured there was nothing you could do, especially against three mountain trolls, a giant cracking could be heard, and the troll's camp was flooded with the sun's early morning light. The trolls quickly turned to stone, and cheers were heard as the dwarves began helping each other out of their bindings. Chatter was heard amongst themselves, and a small breath of relief slipped past your lips. Making out the silhouette, you quickly recognized who stood atop the cracked stone, and knew you'd have to slip away soon lest you be caught.

"Masters, I believe we're still not alone," the white-haired dwarf spoke, and you muttered a swear under your breath. It was time to go.

"I believe you're right, Master Balin. Who are you, hiding in the trees?" The grey wizard called out, stepping closer and bringing the dwarves' attention with him. Fuck. You'd been found, and the risk of being chased if you ran worried you more than revealing yourself. And so, with careful steps and outstretched arms, you approached from behind the tree.

"Gandalf," you smiled. "It's been some time, old friend. Miss me much?"

The smallest man, who you now knew to be a hobbit from his feet, gave the wizard a perplexed look. "I'm sorry, you know this person?"

The wizard let out a wise chuckle. "Why yes, Master Baggins, this is the Untouchable Y/N. And what are you doing spying on our company?" He lit his pipe, smiling.

"Yes, I'd like to ask the same," another dwarf spoke, this time coming from the stoic one with gorgeous black hair. "I hear tales of your smuggling and thievery, so what brings you right to us?"

You cast a skeptical look to the black-haired dwarf, not liking his distrustful glare. "I'm no thief, just a messenger. My business is not with you. I merely worried for your safety."

"Worried? Only to watch us be eaten?" The white-haired dwarf, who you now knew was Balin, seemed to also be skeptical of you, but his gaze was less hateful than that of his companion.

"Now, now, let's settle down. Y/N is no threat to you all, that I can assure you." Gandalf puffed his pipe, pointing it at you. "They're the reason we have Master Baggins here with us, after all."

"I'm sorry, uh, what now?" The hobbit cast his gaze to you, still perplexed. "They did what?"

"I had asked them to accompany us as our burglar first, but they turned me down." The wizard drew another breath from his pipe.

You sighed, rolling your eyes at the old sorcerer. "I'm a messenger, not a thief. As stated before," you cast a glare at the black-hair dwarf. "I have business elsewhere."

The black-haired dwarf turned his glare to Gandalf now. "You told this human of our quest?"

A musing 'hm' left the grey man's lips. "Master Thorin, I can promise you that your secret is safe with Y/N. They're not the kind to tell their friends."

You scoffed. "If I had friends to speak of, no thanks to you, old man." You crossed your arms, looking to Thorin. "And since I have to keep repeating myself, I'm already busy. I've no time for meddling with dwarves and dragons, not to mention everything in between."

"And what do you have time for, Y/N?" Gandalf mused.

Meanwhile, Thorin had trudged off, gathering his men and their belongings once more since being sacked.

You sighed, showing your back. "I've to deliver these blades to a buyer near Mirkwood. No idea who it is, though; only a letter telling me where to find the blades and where to bring them." What you didn't mention was that you had found them in a troll-hoard, next to a pile of skeletons. You decided that was all the information you would give the clever wizard, not wanting to disclose all of your secrets to people who already didn't seem too keen to be near you.

"Hm, may I see them?" He asked gingerly, raising a brow at you. It seemed like always, Gandalf was curious of what you were up to. And not wanting to raise any unnecessary suspicion, you obliged.

You handed him the two swords off of your back, not disclosing that the third blade, a dagger, lay hidden underneath your clothes in your chest. Better safe than sorry when you're with… troublesome company.

Unsheathing each blade, Gandalf drew in a breath. "My dear Y/N, do you have any idea what these are?" He showed the blade's detail to you, just as Thorin began to approach you two. "These were forged in Gondolin by the High Elves of the First Age."

Upon hearing this, Thorin scoffed, to which the wizard was quick to cut him off. "You could not wish for a finer blade!" His scowl softened back as he turned to you again. "Here, keep them safe."

You nodded, taking back the blades as you threw them back on your back; a part of you cursed yourself for not knowing their true power. Nothing was stopping you from keeping one to yourself…

Thorin looked to Gandalf, beckoning him away. "Come, we must make use of the daylight; we haven't much time to waste." The wizard looked at you, and all you could see were the gears turning in his head.

"Y/N, join us on our journey," he offered, much to Thorin's disgust.

"Gandalf, I already told you I'm-"

"Busy, yes. But we're both heading the same direction, are we not?" He looked at you and Thorin, who looked you up and down before sighing.

"Don't slow us down." He spoke before you could even get a word in. "Kíli, take their weapons," he beckoned a dark-brown-haired dwarf over, one that bore a little resemblance to him, much to your dismay.

“Excuse me? What for?” You spoke up, offended by the notion. Thorin simply looked you up and down, speaking with disgust.

“If you travel with us, you do it without that Elven filth on you.”

“Master Thorin, need I remind you-“ Gandalf tried to intercept, but was cut off.

“They may be fine blades, that I trust. What I don’t trust is a stranger joining us with such fine weapons. You’ll get them back once we part.” Thorin clarified, motioning to the brown-haired dwarf once again. “Kíli, their weapons.”

You sighed after seeing Gandalf’s defeated gaze. Fine, there was nothing to be done. Of course, you could always travel alone; you were good at taking care of yourself already on such travels, but the chance of safer lodging with Gandalf persuaded you to stay. Kíli approached you, offering a nod of acknowledgment before removing the swords on your back. You held your arms out as he patted your sleeves, moving up until he reached the third blade. Well, the secret was out. Great.

He struggled to remove the blade without undoing part of your tunic, causing you to scoff and roll your eyes, but you maintained a slight smile. “Getting handsy, are we?” You looked down at the dwarf, who grew red at your comment, clearing his throat.

“I’m usually more polite,” he chirped back, much to your surprise.

“By all means, take your time. I’m sure Thorin will appreciate it,” you retorted sarcastically. After a few more pats, Kíli cleared his throat once more, handing the two swords to Balin to carry, and pocketing the dagger at his side. Greedy man.

But finally, you were off, stuck to tag along for sake of convenience versus pleasure.

Screw safety! Joining them had proven more stress than it was worth as you had been chased down by wargs and orcs and narrowly missed death yet again after thinking you’d be trapped in a cave! And all the while, you had still been denied your weapons, with Kíli and Balin instructed to keep them from you; at this point, it felt out of spite. You assumed your only luck came from Gandalf knowing the way to Rivendell, much to Thorin’s chagrin. But even among your own frustrations, you could not deny the beauty of such a city. It was practically glowing and beaming with light, as was the nature of Elves, and Lord Elrond’s hospitality brought relief to your aching bones. A meal! A warm bed! And most importantly, a bath!

However, your comrades (if you could even call the strangers that) seemed less than impressed with the feast offered to you all. Dwalin and Oín seemed the most disgusted by the array of leafy greens and hearty vegetables, but your hunger quickly guided your tongue in chiding them.

“Oh, hush! Don’t tell me you’d rather starve?” You rolled your eyes, earning a look from the two in question. Oín rolled his own eyes back at you, refusing to address your retort.

“Have they got any chips?” He asked, looking between Bofur and Dwalin again. You had learned some of their names from Thorin’s commanding shouts as you all had outran the orcs, and it was making your trip a little less confusing at the very least.

After a bit of eating, you noticed Kíli winking at one of the Elves around you. He seemed cheekier than he had been when he had disarmed you, and you were curious if this was the real him. A thief and a flirt.

“I can’t say I fancy elf maids myself,” he said to his companions. “Too thin. They’re all high cheekbones and creamy skin. Not enough facial hair for me. Although, that one there’s not bad.”

You almost had the urge to call him out, but were beaten to the punch by Dwalin, who made it known that the Elf in question was no woman, but a man. You choked back a chortle as the table erupted into laughter, meanwhile Kíli sat in his awkward shame, admitting the humor of the situation. You cleared your throat, adding in a chuckle.

“Well don’t be ashamed! Go on then, don’t be shy. Tell us about his ‘creamy skin’, eh?” You laughed, and Kíli shot you a small smirk, waving a hand to dismiss your comment.

You had long finished your meal, the group beginning to divide into smaller ones as the men decided whether to go to their rooms or wander about. Thorin and Gandalf were still busy with Lord Elrond, and by the looks of it, you figured you had enough time to bathe. You left the dining hall (though the space was so open, you were unsure if ‘hall’ was even the right word to use) to hunt down your room, hoping to find a towel of some sort.

Now, while you knew you were sharing a room, you had forgotten your bunkmates, it seems. Yes, you remembered that Bilbo and the blonder dwarf brother were sharing your quarters, but you were caught off guard to open the door and see Kíli on his side in bed, facing away from you. He hadn’t stirred when you opened the door, and so you wondered if he was asleep.

Now’s the chance, you thought as you crept closer to his sleeping form. You had been wondering how you’d get your blades back, and now seemed as good as any opportunity to try. And so you stepped closer as quietly as you could until you were leaning over his sleeping form; his eyes were closed, so you were assured that he was sleeping. With ginger hands, you delicately reached for the hilt of the blade, which was tucked into the belt of his tunic. Carefully, you held your breath as you raised his belt to try and free your blade and spring it free…

“And I’m the handsy one?” His eyes shot open and you jumped back, eyes wide with shock as you realized he had been awake the entire time. He sat up, chuckling with a cheeky smirk as he looked at your figure in the dimly-lit room. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I swear.”

You bit your tongue, slightly angry. “Don’t accuse me of trying to bed you, I merely want what’s mine.” You spoke curtly, trying to hide the venom and embarrassment of being caught.

“Oh? But I thought this was someone else’s blade? Didn’t you say you were just doing a delivery? Just a messenger?” He taunted, scratching the stubble on his chin. A part of you didn’t want to admit it, but now that you were much closer and actually paying attention, he was quite handsome. A bit scruff, but otherwise beautiful. You hated that you thought of him like that, especially right now as he was teasing you.

“Which means that my job is to hold on to such deliveries, not you. Just give it back and spare me your mockery.” You crossed your arms, frustrated.

“I mean not to mock you,” He shook his head, now standing up. “But my uncle would have my backside if I returned your effects, I’m afraid.”

You groaned, wanting to escape the presence of this rather handsome-but-annoying dwarf. “Fine. I’m leaving.” You stepped away, rummaging through the storage closet in the room as you grabbed a towel before leaving, heading for the baths.

You stormed out of your shared room and into the bathhouse, thanking some unknown entity that they were empty and steaming. You sighed as you set your things down nearby, careful of your bruises as you undressed yourself and heaving a sigh of frustration as you did so. Gods, the nerve of that dwarf! Pretending to be asleep, keeping what was yours (even though it wasn’t) and having the gall to smirk about the whole thing?! It was easier (and much more therapeutic) to feel angry about it all instead of actually admitting your embarrassment.

And so, with flushed ears and a warmer temper, you stepped into the warm and misty waters of the bathhouse, a groan slipping past your lips as your body throbbed before being soothed by the healing waters. You drew in a deep breath through your nose, a pleasant smile gracing your lips as the scent of rosemary and mint met your nostrils. Finally, you could wash off the journey and hopefully your frustration as well. You sighed, happy to finally have one decent night of rest and relief; you made a mental note to thank Gandalf later, despite the rough journey that got you here.

Time passed and you weren’t entirely sure how long you had been here, though the urge to sink further into the pool crossed your mind more than once. How long had it been, an hour? Maybe more? You figured you were fine to soak more if your group was still staying the night, but your mind replayed the question more, making you worried. What if everyone left later? In any case, you deemed it best to hurry up, grateful for the time you had already spent in the steamy bathhouse. Letting your hair down, you sunk lower into the water, as you had decided you would wash your hair last. You soaked your head, running your fingers through your scalp as you massaged the wind and rain and dirt from your locks, humming in satisfaction of the feeling it gave you.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps approaching; ducking your body into the water until nothing but your head remained above, you squinted your eyes towards the doorway, trying to peer through the steam to discern your approaching company. And to your surprise, the same cheeky dwarf from earlier emerged through the steam, looking around until his eyes caught yours; quickly realizing you were bathing, his eyes widened and he quickly turned around, offering you some privacy.

“Sorry!” He said, clearing his throat. “I was asked to come find you, it seems that Elf Lord will help us read our map.”

You held in a smirk of your own at his embarrassed tone, feeling a small sort of revenge from it. “And am I needed to attend?”

He nodded, “Uncle told me that Gandalf had asked you to be there. That’s all I know.”

“Uncle?” You questioned. “Thorin, I presume?”

He nodded again; you had guessed that earlier based on his reaction to trying to take back your blade.

You sighed. “Well, alright. I suppose if he asked for me…” You stood up, your back facing him as you worried he would try to peek.

“Have you been friends long? You and Gandalf, I mean.” His question came after he could hear you dressing yourself, catching you off guard. You hadn’t expected him to be curious, perhaps you had judged him wrongly earlier. You chuckled as memories came back to you.

“Yes, for a few years now. He met me before I was a messenger, and is the reason I went down this path. Though I wouldn’t say his presence is always welcoming; if there’s one thing that old wizard summons, it’s trouble. He’s reckless.” Though your tone was firm, you couldn’t help the smile forming on your lips.

Gandalf had met you before you started any of your adventures, finding you in your hometown and setting you on the path of a delivery-man after your village had been burned to the ground.

“I see,” he spoke, nodding with a slight hum as you finished dressing yourself. “You sound like my mother.”

“I’m sorry?” You raised a brow.

“My mother says the same thing about me; that I’m reckless, and stir up too much trouble.” He chuckled to himself, caught wistfully in his own memory.

You finished getting dressed, your hand touching his shoulder to acknowledge him as you stood behind him. He flinched only slightly, not expecting the touch as he turned and faced you, looking to your eyes. “Oh? Well, I can’t say I wouldn’t disagree, but are you?” You asked.

“Nah,” He shook his head with a small smile, his eyes softening as he looked up at you. For a moment, your cheeks flushed as his stare continued for a moment of silence. “Listen, about earlier, I-“

“It’s fine, I’m the one who should apologize,” You cut him off. “Besides, I’d rather save the trouble of fighting a dwarf over a sword that isn’t mine.”

He smiled, “I must say, while I have no inclination to fight you either, I enjoyed your adventurous efforts earlier.”

You flushed again, thankful the steam hid the true details of both of you. Clearing your throat, you shook your head. “I suppose you’re to lead me to Gandalf?”

He chuckled, nodding his head. “Yes, alright. They’re waiting on us anyways… not that I exactly mind keeping them waiting.” He had muttered the last part under his breath but your keen ears caught it. Smiling to yourself, you tucked some loose hair away as you walked through the Elven halls. All of your frustration from earlier had subsided for a moment, though truthfully it shouldn’t have been directed at Kíli if at all; his uncle was definitely higher on your blacklist.

“Perhaps I don’t mind either,” you whispered under your breath. For however short or long your journey with this man would be, a part of you was interested to see how much you’d enjoy it.

proofread by @v1olentdelights &lt;3

[sillystardew]

Hi! I’m really new to the Stardew fandom (just started playing this year) and am so smitten by Shane it’s ridiculous. I love the fluffy things you’ve written so far <3

Was wondering if you’d write something about the farmer repairing the holes in Shane’s jacket. Like sewing little chicken patches or patches of random fabric to fix the holes.

Could maybe extend the prompt to the other bachelors (farmer fixing something small of theirs that they use daily) but I’d be so satisfied with just Shane <3

Keep up the wonderful writing! I’d love to read your fic in AO3 when it’s out!

Ahh tysm! I’m really glad people are liking the things i write, it’s actually been helping me practice a lot more than i used to!!

It’s such a cute idea to be like “hey i can fix that for ya :)” and the romanceables just being so amazed that the farmer can do literally anything?? Anyway i did this with Shane, Elliott and Sam bc i love this prompt soooo much

Gender neutral reader 🦇

Shane

-Shane is a sucker for little details. He loves those iron-on patches (and definitely puts some of them on Jas’ clothes) but beyond that, he’s too afraid to mess his clothes up even further, so he kind of just leaves the rest of it alone.

-If you offer to sew up his Joja jacket, he’s a little hesitant. Its one of his number-one comfort items and he doesn’t want to risk it getting ruined, but the second you say you can probably also remove the joja logo, he’s on board.

-He specifically asks you not to mess with the holes in the pockets because he likes fiddling with them when he’s just standing around

-He assumed you would just sew the holes closed, but when he sees that you’ve also put little patches on it, he literally gasps

“is that a fucking junimo?”

-The Joja logo is replaced with a little chicken and he just kind of stares at it for a while

-Tbh he doesn’t wash it for a few weeks afterwards because he’s really scared the stitching will come undone and he doesn’t want to make you sew it up again

-He’s embarrassed because he feels like he shouldn’t be this excited over a beat up old jacket. Save this man

Sam

-Like shane, he loves iron-on patches. He probably doesn’t have a single jacket or hoodie that doesn’t have one or two. He doesn’t consider himself particularly outdoorsy, but he is a skater, so most of his clothes are pretty roughed up

-Idk if you guys have noticed but his jacket in the game is just as bad as Shanes, if not WORSE. How have these two managed to literally destroy their clothes. Is Joja forcing them to roll in gravel

-Anyway, he’s stoked when you offer to fix up his clothes. His mom pesters him about “looking at least a *little* presentable” so he’s just glad to finally be able to wear his jacket in peace

-He thinks it’s literally so cool. He’s dumbfounded. “Where did you learn how to do that????” Sam. Sammy. There are so many tutorials online

-He really wants to ask you if you know how to embroider something on his guitar strap but he’s too nervous

Elliott

-He looooves embroidery, and there’s something so wonderful about the sentimental value of sewing an old piece of clothing back to it’s original form

-He’s the type of guy to cry over those videos where people have their really old stuffed animals + blankets remade with the old material still inside

-A lot of his clothes are actually really old. He and Leah go thrifting in the city every once in a while (you CANNOT tell me those two don’t go to goodwill..) I think Leah and Emily are pretty good friends, so by extension, Emily has fixed a few of Elliott’s thrifting finds

-If you offer to fix up any scuffs you see or offer to embroider something he’s just like “you would do that?? For me???”

-He loves sentimental things like this so sometimes he’ll just run his fingers along the seam and smile like a dork to himself. He’s soooo *explodes*