#Until Dawn Reader Insert

[seoll3miwrites]

Zero Suit | Fem! Y/N x Josh Washington *Smut*

Masterlist When Y/N attends her long time crush Josh's party, she makes a plan to dress up especially from him. When she meets him at the party, tension quickly rise and she finds herself getting everything she ever hoped for. (WC: 3404 ) Song used: Into you - Ariana Grande

Warnings: Smut, AFAB! Reader, Alcohol, Drunk Sex

AN: This the first Smut I've ever written so please don't mind if it's a bit lackluster. Set in an AU where Beth and Hannah lived

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Y/N adjusted the arms of her body suit as she walked up to the Washington’s house. She walked next to her best friend Sam as they approached the door. Colour lights were flashing, and a sea of bodies could be seen from the windows outside.

“Do we even bother knocking?” Sam asked while smirking, her hands on her hips.

Y/N shrugged before reaching forward to grab the handle, twisting and watching the door open with ease, “Guess not.”

The two held hands and stepped inside, closing the door behind them. Sam took the lead and guided Y/N through the crowds and into the kitchen, where The Washingtons usually kept the drinks. As they entered, the distinctly slurred voice of an already drunk Chris greeted them.

"Hey, you guys finally made it!” He approached them and pulled them into a little group hug. “I thought I’d have to survive here all by my lonesome.”

The two girls laughed at their friend, even more so at his peculiar costume. “Are you wearing an ascot, Chris?” Y/N asked playfully, flicking at the orange piece of fabric wrapped around his neck.

“Ah well… it was Ashley’s idea,” he explained, pointing to the outfit Ashley was dancing in the crowd; the purple outfit alongside the green headband made it clear who she was dressed as.

"Wow, couples outfits already,” Y/N continued to tease, “I’m impressed, Chris.”

“Oh yeah, well, what exactly made you pick your costume then, huh?” He teased back in return, a blush forming on her face as a result.

The truth is she’d pick her outfit based on one night a few weeks ago when they were all comparing different childhood crushes. The group had all been sitting in the basement when Mike had brought it up. The conversation had quickly devolved into the boys comparing all the women they found hot, specifically video game characters.

“I’m a fine of the classics,” Josh had proudly exclaimed. “I’m kind of ashamed none of you have mentioned Samus. I mean, have you seen her in that blue suit she wears?”

At the time, Y/N had rolled her eyes while the other girls complained to the boys and forced them to change the topic. Yet, when the time came to plan her Halloween costume, her mind instantly went back to that one thing Josh had said. It wasn’t as hard to find the costume as she thought it would be, and so here she stood, leaving nothing to the imagination as the blue bodysuit clung to her body.

“Shut up, Chris,” she chastised him before turning to the kitchen counter and began fixing herself a drink. Her and Sam had drank together as they were getting ready, so she was already slightly tipsy.

“I still can’t believe me and Ash got together before you even confessed to Josh,” he shook his head in mock disappointment.

“Chris I swear to God I will throw you in the pool!” She threatened, Chris placing his hands up in mock surrender.

"Chris, come on, lay off; you know what it's like to have a crush on one of our friends.” Sam spoke up in your defence. Chris looked shameful for a moment and offered you a genuine apology.

“It’s okay,” Y/N hugged him again before noticing Ashley's wandering eyes on the dance floor. “Now go dance with your girlfriend.” She pushed him away in the direction of Ash, smiling as she watched the two hug when they reached each other.

She turned back to the corner and poured her and Sam some drinks while the blonde texted on her phone. Sam thanked her when Y/N passed her the drink before speaking, "Hey, listen, I’m going to go find Hannah; you wanna come?”

“I think just gonna chill here for a bit, you go.” She replied, and after a second reassurance to Sam that 'yes, it was definitely okay.', the blonde left the kitchen in search of her best friend.

Now by herself, Y/N leaned against the kitchen counter and glanced around the party for people she recognised. Chris and Ashley were still on the dance floor holding each other close, and next to them dancing a little more erotically were Jess and Mike. She hadn’t seen Emily and Matt yet, but knowing Emily, she had probably dragged him to the hot tub.

With her eyes focused on the crowd around her, Y/N didn’t see the person slowly creeping next to her. Sliding close, they leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Boo!”

She jumped with a small scream and whipped her head around, coming face to face with the new person. “Josh!” She yelled at him as he laughed, “Don’t do that!”

“Sorry, sorry, I just couldn’t help myself,” he apologised but was still laughing, leaning on the kitchen counter. Josh looked good; he was in a surprisingly simple jean and white t-shirt combo but had topped it off by covering himself in fake blood.

“So who are you supposed to be?” Y/N asked, moving past his little scare.

Instead of answering, he pulled a small white device from his pocket and lifted it to his mouth before speaking, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” It seems the device he was using was a voice modulator that deepened Josh’s voice.

"Oh, Billy Loomis!” She pointed at him as she realised, “You look so cool.”

“Thanks,” He replied before looking at her in a way Y/N couldn’t figure out, “You look... well, you lot hot, Y/N.”

She blushed and smiled shyly, "Thanks.”

There was an almost uncomfortably long moment of silence between the two; they both looked away awkwardly, each drawing a long sip from their drinks, “Are you... do you like the party?” Josh broke the party while looking at her expectedly.

“Um yeah!” She replied, and she turned to look at him, “You always know how to plan them.”

“Do you wanna go join Chris and Ash?” He offered gesturing to the dance floor with his thumb.

“Sure.” Y/N allowed Josh to take her hand and lead her onto the dance floor; although they didn’t find Chris and Ashely, they still stayed in the centre of the dance floor.

The crowd cheered as the next song played, and couples quickly gravitated to each other, Y/N blushing as she realised what the song was. However, the drinks were catching up, and her body relaxed as she kept dancing unashamedly.

I'm so into you

I can barely breathe

As she turned slightly as she danced, Y/N felt some hands tentatively reach out and hover by her hips.

And all I wanna do

Is to fall in deep

Turning around, she came face-to-face with Josh. He was looking intently at her eyes, hooded with an unreasonable expression on his face.

But close ain't close enough.

'Til we cross the line,

Before she could lose her nerves, she placed her hands on his and guided them so he was touching her hips. 

So name a game to play.

And I'll roll the dice.

She began to gently sway, allowing the gentle rhythm to control her movements. Josh kept a hold on her hips, slowly stroking her side in circular motions as he continued to watch her.

Oh, baby, look what you started.

The temperature's rising in here.

Y/N looked up at Josh, her stomach twisted as she made eye contact with his intense stare. She started to gently sing along to the words as she maintained eye contact, almost gasping as Josh pulled her closer.

Is this gonna happen?

Lifting her arms, she placed them around his shoulders, linking her hands at the back of his neck before pulling him even closer. Y/N continued to sing along, allowing Josh to feel her breath on his skin.

Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move.

Before I make a move

He paused as he listened to the lyrics she was singing, a spark of hope passing through him as he looked at her carefully. “Are you sure?”

“Uh huh” is the only sound she can make out of before pulling him forward and slamming her lips to his. The moment her lips touch Josh’s, her whole mind goes blank. His lips are slightly chapped, and he tastes like beer, but all Y/N wants is more.

She feels his hand squeeze her hips as he pulls her even closer; at this point he’s practically leaning over her.  When she gasps into the kiss, Josh takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past her parted lips.

A hand slowly slides from her hips to cup her ass gently. Josh smirked into the kiss as he slowly felt through the thin fabric. “Y/N…” He teases, “Are you not wearing underwear?”

Her face grew hot in embarrassment. "I... the bodysuit was too thin, and I didn’t want them showing.”

"Well, I’m certainly not complaining." Josh replied, giving her ass a rough squeeze, “If anything, it just makes you hotter.”

All Y/N can do in reply is pull him back down into another heated kiss. She whined into the kiss and subconsciously ground herself forward into him. Letting out a strangled moan that was drowned out from the music, Josh pulled back from the kiss so he could whisper in her ears.

“Do you wanna take this somewhere private?” His breath was warm against her ears.

“Yeah.” She lets Josh grab her hand and lead her through the crowd. They left the dance floor and made their way upstairs and walked down a long corridor full of couples just making out. Eventually the pair stopped in front of what she recognised as Josh’s room.

“Gimme me a second,” Josh said before pulling out a key. “Didn’t want any strangers doing it on my bed, so I locked it.”

Y/N leant against the wall, giggling as she watched him struggle with the lock for a moment before he was able to swing the door open. He pushed the door open, flicking the light switch on so the room was filled with a dim light. He grabbed Y/N’s hand again, leading her inside and quickly closing the door behind her.

As soon as the door was shut, he pushed her against it, pinning her there with his body as his lips found her neck. He started kissing and gently biting at her skin, smirking into her skin at the little whines she made.

“You have no idea... how much I’ve thought about doing this.” He whispered into her skin, causing shivers to spread through her body.

She pushed him backwards towards the bed and shoved him so he was sitting on the edge of it. “I think I might be able to guess,” she spoke seductively, and she carefully kneeled in front of him.

He leaned back against his elbows as he watched her, his eyes trailing down her body slowly. She leant forward and slowly moved her hands from his thighs up to his crotch, smirking at him as she felt his arousal through his jeans.

“I turn you on that much?” Y/N asked him as her hands absentmindedly stroked him through his clothes.

"Mhm," he hummed out, biting his lower lip slightly. Josh's hands gripped at the sheets, his hips slowly rocking against her hands as a quiet moan left his lips.

She giggled in pleasure at his reaction to her touch, moving her hands to his belt as she fiddled with the buckle. Once the belt was undone, Y/N quickly undid his jeans so she could pull them down, struggling slightly from her position.

Josh lifted his hips as much as he could to make it easier for her; once they were at his ankles, she lifted his feet to pull them off completely. Now only in his boxers, she went back to palming his arousal.

“Fuck Y/N!” He moaned, the feeling of her hands more noticeable through the thin fabric. “You gotta stop, or this is gonna be very disappointing for the both of us.”

When she didn’t stop, he reached down to grab her wrists to pull her hand away. His eyes were closed as he tried to catch his breath, still holding on to her wrist. “Shit… just gimme a minute.” Josh said between breaths.

Y/N pulled her wrist away from his grasp and stood up, moving close to him. She lifted his chin so he was looking at her. Without looking away, she moved even closer to straddle his legs. His hands moved to rest on the upper part of her thighs.

Josh leant forward so their lips touch, pulling back away she followed, lips still connected in a heated kiss. Y/N placed her hand behind his neck before dragging them up and into his hair, causing him to groan against her mouth. She rocked herself against him, gasping as she was able to feel his cock against her pussy between the two thin layers between them.

He hissed from the contact, wrapping one arm tightly around her hip so he could push her closer. His free hand moved from her thigh, gripping the back of your head and tangling itself into her hair.

“Fuck… I need you.” She said between kisses and small moans before pulling away to yank his jumper above his head, which he gladly raised his arms to help with.

In a quick motion, Josh picked Y/N up and turned to put her on the bed. He crawled on top of her so his body rested over hers, one hand gripping her hip, as the other rested above her head as he propped himself up.

“Wait!” She said as Josh started kissing the shell of her ear. “I need to take off the bodysuit.”

He laughed in her ear before responding, “You said you weren’t wearing any underwear right?”

“Yeah… why?”

Josh slowly pushed away from her ear and moved back to look Y/N  in the eyes, an evil smirk slowly forming on his face.

"Well, in that case..." He leaned back further, slowly sliding down her body and kneeling on the bed, “Spread your legs.”

She looked at him suspiciously but still slowly spread her legs for him. He moved further down on the bed, sitting back on his heels so he was level with her hips. He let his fingers slide along her thighs slowly, but then suddenly gripped the thin fabric of her bodysuit and pulled. Y/N's eyes grew wide as she heard a loud rip and felt the cold air on her now bare skin.

“Josh!” She yelled at him, earning a simple smirk in reply. Y/N was about to chastise him but was cut off by her own moan, caused by Josh’s tongue now massaging her folds.

He smiled and hummed into your folds at the sounds you made, causing you to moan louder from the vibration and reach down to pull his face closer. “Josh… please… oh fuck.”

Josh was relentless; as he continued to lap up her juices, he used his fingers to gently rub circles into her clit. His other hand then moved in to her entrance as he slowly inserted a single finger and slowly began to thrust into her.

“I-I’m gonna…” Y/N could barely speak as she was hitting her peak.

“Do it, lemme taste you.” He pulled back to speak before moving back, this time inserting a second finger as he licked. It was too much for Y/N, as she orgasmed not long after. She was thankful the music was so loud downstairs; hopefully it drowned out the sound of her scream.

“Mmhm,” Y/N barely heard Josh through her euphoria. “This might be my favourite taste.”

He lifted his head up from between her legs and looked into her eyes, asking a question without talking. Understanding what he meant, Y/N noted and allowed him to slide himself back on top of her. He paused for a moment, throwing of his boxers, reaching across to his bedside drawer, and pulled out a condom, making sure it was on, before he fully propped himself up above her.

“Are you sure?” He asked verbally this time, giving her a chance to back out as he lined himself up with her cunt.

“Please just fuck me.”

“With pleasure.” With that, he carefully inserted himself, closing his eyes in pleasure, “Shit Y/N, you’re so tight.”

He went slowly, giving her a chance to readjust to his size, stopping once he was fully inserted. Eventually Y/N started moving her hips to his in little thrusts, “I need you to move.”

Slowly he pulled his cock out of her cunt almost to the tip before suddenly slamming himself back, causing Y/N’s back to arch as she screamed out in pleasure. As he found his rhythm, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, creating a new angle that allowed him to go deeper.

"Fuck, shit.. go faster." She could barely speak between moans, as she felt the pressure building again.

Josh happily obeyed her and picked up the pace, slamming into her harder and faster. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment before Y/N pulled him down into a heated kiss as his thrusts continued.

A low moan escaped Josh's lips as their lips met once more. Neither of them were thinking clearly anymore, too consumed in their own primal lust. He wanted her, all of her.

He pulled out for a moment, gripping her bodysuit from where he’d torn it previously. His muscles tensed as he pulled it apart again; it split upwards, exposing her entire front. With some quick manoeuvring, Josh was able to pull her arms and legs out of the tight fabric, leaving her completely naked.

“Oh god, Y/N, you’re so fucking beautiful." He said before entering her cunt again, thrusting far more erratically than before. When Josh felt his arms begin to give, he held onto Y/N’s waist and flipped them so she was now on top. “Ride me, baby.”

She took a breath, readjusted herself, and slowly began to rock. The feeling of Y/N slowly rocking over him caused a low moan to escape his lips, his fingers digging into her hips.

“Josh… I think gonna cum..." Y/N moaned out as the pressure increased again, indicating she was near her peak.

“Me too… Just keep moving,” he groaned out, pushing her down onto him by her hips. She moved faster and faster, chasing the high that she knew was coming.

Y/N threw her head back as her second orgasm ripped through her; she heard Josh groan as her cunt clenched around his cock. He came not soon after, the tightness causing him to spill into the condom. When she came down from her orgasm, she collapsed on top of him; her body felt numb, and she could barely catch her breath.

After pulling out of her, Josh gently pushed Y/N of him so she was lying at her side. “Just lay there a sec; I’ll be right back.”

She watched him stand from the bed, still completely naked, and make his way into his bathroom. He came back moments later with two glasses of water and a towel draped over his shoulder.

“Here, sit up and drink.” Josh said as he gave her his hand to help pull her upwards before handing her one of the glasses. As she drank, he parted her legs again and tenderly wiped her with the towel, making sure she would be comfortable in the morning.

Once he finished wiping her, he moved to his drawer and pulled out a T-shirt and two boxers. Josh walked back over to Y/N and helped her place his shirt over her shoulders and slide his boxers over her legs. After putting the second pair of boxers on himself, he lay back down next to her.

“Shouldn’t you get back to the party?” She asked as Josh pulled her to his side. “You are the host after all.”

“Nah, Hannah and Beth can deal with the guests,” he replied, pulling the covers over the both of them. “I much prefer this to any party.”

When she hummed in agreement and closed her eyes, Josh smiled softly and leant down to kiss her head before also closing his eyes. They could hear the muffled beat of the party still happening downstairs as they both slipped into sleep, Y/N resting her head on his chest as he held her close.

[honeybunhottie]

new story idea! are yall in?

You’ve always wanted a close knit friend group. Your entire life, it seems like you’ve spent longing for one. And one day, you believe you’ve found it! Only for your world to be completely turned topsy turvy when they not so accidentally sacrifice you during a camping trip gone wrong.

Suddenly you wake up and it’s 2013 again. Flappy Bird is the hottest new game, everyone is doing the Harlem Shake, and vines and dodge memes are the pinnacle of humor. Mustaches and Chevron are everywhere, and "Keep Calm and blah blah blah" sayings are on everything.

You don’t remember much from this year, but everything seems a little off. It’s like everything is a little to the left. You take it as nostalgia clouding your memory and decide to just coast along. You'll invest in bitcoin and become a youtuber or something. Everything is going perfect, your plan aligning until your first day at your new high school that your 'not parent' parents enrolled you in. It's been a couple of months of you working non-stop at Starbucks, you're feeling established, you even got a cute owl necklace to be fashion backwards forward! The day itself was going well, until a slightly younger Sam Giddings is giving you a mini tour of the school.

Oh shit.

You were desperate for a friend group, yes. But not THAT desperate. They barely even like each other! Most of them ended up dead in your playthroughs, and it was basically at the hands of their friends! Every. Single. Time.

Well, except that one time with the remaster. You somehow managed to keep everyone alive. Not a great track record though! Especially if you somehow got thrown into this now VERY real life weird game mix.

It should be obvious how to avoid calamity here, there’s even a few options! Beg your 'not parent' parents to transfer you to another school? Okay that was a fail, its only been two days of the semester, but fear not, there’s other ways to avoid certain death! Beg your counselor to switch your classes? This one works a little TOO good, and now all of your classes have at least one cast member in them. Your last hope is to ignore and avoid them,  entirely denying their existence in the first place. You think that it'll be easy enough...

Except you never stood a chance. Not when Sam looks at you with that amused quirk of her lip when you trip over your words as her lab partner. Not when Jess hits your arms incessantly as she laughs at your sarcastic responses. And certainly not when Josh throws his arm around your shoulder, treating you like he’s known you for years despite your short time together. These guys were crazy! They were insane in the game! Why are they growing on you? This just doesn't make sense!

Except it does.

Because here’s the thing: 

If the universe was working overtime to send you here through your possibly a cult old friend group, maybe this is life’s weird way of answering your years of tears and begging for a group of people to love and be loved back by.

And there's nothing wrong with that! You're allowed to have some fun in your life!!! You can totally just cruise on by with them, go to a few parties and sleepovers here and there, then say no to the lodge hangouts. Maybe you’ll visit your 'not grandma' grandma across the country?

Except that plan becomes doomed as well. Very inconveniently, your 'not grandma' grandma dies a month before your planned visit. Your 'not parent' parents are heading out of town that weekend for their anniversary. And possibly the most damming and inescapable of all, you’ve grown quite attached to the Washington sisters.

How could you, in good conscience, leave them to their fate without at least trying to save them? These people, YOUR friends, who you’ve exchanged hearts with? You’ve got to at least attempt it. That's what friends do!

So hit the gym! And take up a weird outdoorsy sport or two. There’s roughly 6 months until the events of the prologue take place, and you aren’t going down without a fight.

[admirationandromantics]

Masterlist

Until Dawn:

Christopher Hartley

Michael Munroe

Joshua Washington

Matthew Taylor

Samantha Giddings

Ashley Brown

Emily Davis

Jessica Riley

Hannah Washington

Bethany Washington

The Last of Us:

Ellie Williams

Dina

Jess

Once Upon a Time:

Captain Hook

Overwatch

Genji Shimada

Angela Ziegler (Mercy)

Lúcio Correia dos Santos (Lucio)

Marvel:

Wanda Maximoff

Black Widow

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Bucky Barnes

[nightmareonashstreet]

MAIN MASTERLIST

Here you'll find all our works and the links that will lead you to them, our main focus is until dawn but we're open to requests for any and all fandoms, as long as they're listed below. We enjoy writing, both of us are studying writing at college and this most definitely is gonna help us hopefully build up a bit of confidence to share our works.

MASTERLIST GUIDES

UNTIL DAWN

FALLOUT (TV SHOW)

THE QUARRY

YELLOWJACKETS

THE BOYS

THE LAST OF US

THE WALKING DEAD

FAR CRY 3 , 4 , 5

RESIDENT EVIL (GAMES)

MARVEL (NETFLIX)

LIFE IS STRANGE 1 & 2

[imagine-you]

Help Me Choose

Planning a Mike/Reader(with past Josh/Reader) fic and I'm not sure who I should kill off. It's going to be maybe 2-3 characters, because everyone making it out just isn't going to happen. So, I'm going to put it up for a vote.

[lbukisgf]

since i am officially back on my bullshit, SEND ME WRITING RQS!!

— i’m willing to write hcs and small fics, anything else has a v low chance of being worked on.

[twizzie-lairs]

My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 8)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Quick Notes:

You, the reader who is an artist, and had become Alastor's sweetheart, but unfortunately died too early.

Now, you're in hell.

Part 8:

Your arrival in hell was a quiet one, hardly a soul around to even notice you in what looked like a barren desert. But red. So much red everywhere. The sky, the ground, all of it- red.

You looked down at your hands, you looked different. You looked... not quite human.

"So this is hell, isn't it?" You said yourself out loud. "I thought it would be more... populated.. and.. different."

But what really caught your eye was a ring on the ring finger of your left hand. You don't recall ever wearing a ring there before you died.

But then it dawned on you... Alastor. This ring was from him. It had to be. Tears welled up in your eyes as you sniffled. It just had to be and you thanked whatever higher powers that existed for allowing this one thing to be brought with you to Hell after you died.

After walking for miles, hardly seeing any sign of civilization- or whatever it's called down here, you happen upon a small town situated in an oasis.

Well, a hell.. version of an oasis. It wasn't water in the center of this town, lava maybe? Blood? Either way, you figured this would be where you'd have to get your start and find your bearings as a new denizen of Hell.

After talking to some (begrudging) locals, you found out you were in what's called the "Ring of (insert whatever ring of hell you want to be in, except pride)"

With the basic information given to you (and then being told to figure the rest out, as the locals spat in your face) you figured you would have to settle here for now.

So settle you did, until you had enough resources to get to a bigger city.

In life, you were an artist, it was the one thing you felt like you could do best, so that's what you decided to do in Hell too.

For many years, you were the definition of a starving artist. You moved from town to town, city to city, with only enough money to get you through each day.

You didn't have a home to call your own, so you often had to find small little nooks and crannies in backstreets and alleyways at night.

During the day, you offered super cheap portraits on the street. Some sinners scoffed and looked down at you, calling you all sorts of degrading names that you had never heard before. Meanwhile other sinners were so vain, demanding you capture their beauty to their unrealistic standards. But you gave them what they wanted, after all, beggars can't be choosers down here.

This same cycle repeated for many long years, until a few decades later, you found yourself slowly working for higher-profile clients, starting from a variety of store owners until you eventually had your first Overlord client commission you to make a large-scale magnificent portrait of them.

After this big break, you began to get more commissions from other Overlords, both big and small.

It was around this time, decades after your arrival to Hell, that you found yourself not starving anymore. You didn't have to worry about the day-to-day, and even though you could afford a really nice place even in a big city of one of the rings of hell, you chose to keep it more low-key and stayed in a small, humble apartment.

It was easy to relocate and take the bare minimum essentials and move onto the next town, city, or ring of Hell.

Even after many decades in Hell, you never forgot about the love of your life- Alastor.

It's why you chose to live in such a small apartment, with not many material belongings except for your work/art materials.

You made it easy to pick up and move because you were searching for Alastor all these years.

You didn't want to sound insulting, but you knew he had to end up in Hell too.

But it was hard to find one specific person in all of hell. After all, you knew you had to tread carefully. Names and connections hold a lot of power and reign supreme down here.

Unfortunately, this led you to a bunch of dead ends or nothing at all. Investigating wasn't really your strong suit, but you did your damn best.

As you were reminiscing the past, both of your life on Earth and in the years you've resided in Hell (which doubled or was even close to tripling the number of years as you lived on Earth at this point), you got up from your chair and decided it was time to pack up again.

One of your acquaintances that was a lackey to one of the Overlords in the area let you know that a turf war was going to happen soon, so you figured now was the time to pack up and make your way to the only ring of hell you hadn't been to- the Pride ring.

Given the nature of your business, you had a feeling business would be booming in the Pride ring. You had a feeling that the Pride ring would be your best bet to make connections and find any potential leads on where the love of your life would be.

However, every time you traveled into a new ring, you had to sneak in as unnoticed as possible because "sinners" aren't supposed to be able to travel freely between the rings of hell.

It was a wonder that you still had ownership over your own soul after all these years, especially considering you've done many commissions for high-profile demons and Overlords throughout almost all of the rings of hell at this point.

You sigh as you bring your hood over your head and leave your home with just a briefcase of art supplies once more.

-> Part 9

[sunnie-angel]

Come Home Soon

jason todd x gn!reader

rating: general | wc: 780

inspired by this ask

Jason Todd’s never really gotten over the shock of having you in his life. He pinches himself sometimes, just to check, uncertain sometimes that this is all real. That the neat way you’ve inserted yourself into his life isn’t just an errant daydream too perfect to be true. 8 months it’s been and the butterflies in his stomach are still alive as ever.

Gotham’s been more…chaotic than usual these past few weeks. Arkham’s latest breakout has been a shit show he’d never like to repeat, thank you very much. Jason’s been half dead on his feet from all the extra patrols he’s been doing at the Bats’ requests, damage control spilling into the small hours of the morning. It’s almost a relief then, when you get invited on a road trip out of town. For a little while the constant fear that he won’t be there, that danger will come scratching at your door while he is caught unawares in a different part of the city, will be put to rest.

He is happy, then, to see you off. Presses kisses to your cheeks and reminds you to call when you arrive with a smile on his face. The relief lasts the length of time it takes for your car to disappear into traffic. It dawns on him then, that this will be the longest time you’ve spent apart since he had worked up the trembling courage to ask you out. The apartment feels hollow, without you as its living, breathing heart. There’s no music playing in the kitchen and the side table by the couch isn’t littered with your forgotten cups of tea. Half of your products are gone from the bathroom, empty holes littering the countertop. Jason doesn’t realize how much space you occupy in his life by simply existing until all of that emptiness is staring back at him.

He wonders just how far you’ve driven by now. If you’d had to stop for extra gas and if you’d chosen a sweet or savoury snack for the last half of the journey. He wonders if you have a road trip playlist or if you’d mind making one together. The two of you don’t go driving in a car often, no, Jason prefers the wind of his bike and the warmth of you at his back too much. But he thinks that he might like making exceptions for you.

It’s bittersweet, then, thinking of your life without him. You wouldn’t be half so good with using a taser as you are now. Wouldn’t know the combinations and routes for a dozen contingency plans. As he sits in that apartment so changed by your influence and pictures you winding down some country road, he thinks about the ways he’s shaped your life. Gotham’s just one city in the grand scheme of the world but every moment you’re in it, your life is at risk. Not just because of your love for him, but any stray bullet or dose of fear toxin would take you away just the same. There’s whole countries out in the world that he knows you’d love that aren’t all trying to kill you in gruesome and horrible ways. More, if you go without him.

The vibrations of his phone in his pocket shake him from his reverie. It’s your contact photo, the one you’d stolen his phone to take, that smiles up at him.

“Hiya, baby!” your voice is more cheerful than he’d expected. “We just got in for the night, you wouldn’t believe how bad traffic was getting out of the city. Actually wait, you remember that…”

He doesn’t remember the anecdote, but he appreciates the sounds of your voice washing over him. For the first time all day, he feels settled in his skin. The apartment doesn’t feel so empty with your voice filling it.

“Oh and Jason, if Mrs. Dudek down at the market is selling packzi this weekend could you pick some up?” It’s the offhanded nature of your request that cements in his mind that you’re coming back. That you’ve always been planning to come back. It soothes that little part of him that still wonders if all of this will dissolve like spun sugar on the tongue. That for all the troubles he’s brought to your door, you still choose to come home to him.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat and tries again. “Yeah, I’ll swing by and grab some if she’s there. No guarantee they’ll all still be in the box by the time you get back.”

“Get two boxes then, you pastry fiend.” you laugh, affection colouring your voice. “I miss you and I’ll be home soon.”

“I’ll be waiting,” he says simply.

[yhesssir]

Yandere Diluc X Fem Reader In Captivity

Tags: Noncon/heavy dubcon, yandere,overstimulation,fingering,PinV sex,creampie,pearl necklace

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU READ THE TAGS AND STILL CHOOSE TO READ KNOWING YOU WILL BE TRIGGERED BY THIS FIC, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE. IF YOU ARE AGAINST NONCON FICS THEN BLOCK ME. READ AT YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY. IT IS NOT MY JOB TO PARENT YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION

Diluc, who has you wear exclusively skimpy lingerie around Dawn Winery. This serves two purposes. One: for his eyes. Two: To make sure that you’re always too exposed to be able to bear the weather or the gazes of others to possibly escape.

Diluc, who seemingly allows you to sleep in a separate bed but not too rarely, you wake up cocooned in his arms, your head against his chest, his body radiating warmth. His iron grip on you is immovable. He won’t let go of you no matter how much you try to wriggle your way out.

Diluc, who attempts to traditionally court you. With fragrant flowers gifted to you weekly and sweet bits of chocolate fed to you by yours truly, it’s almost like a false sense of normalcy and romance is created in your relationship. You occasionally wake up to a love letter written by him, next to your bed. It usually details his feelings, his hopes for you and might have a small piece of jewelry come with it

Diluc, who attempts to initiate physical affection with you, trying to kiss you gently. When you say no and push him away, he’ll just try again another day. It goes on day after day, with you refusing his attempts to kiss you

He cups your face and slowly leans in near you, only for you to push him away, but this time he doesn’t budge. He wraps his arm around your waist, trapping you in his embrace. You try to wriggle and push him off you but he’s too strong and heavy for you to do anything against him. Diluc’s had enough of your rejection. Your eyes widen in fear and panic as his lips roughly press against yours. He holds you firmly as he deepens the kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth. It’s big and wet and gross to you. Diluc presses your head and pushes you closer to him. Your tongues and spit are forced to mingle with each other, your saliva mixing into a sloppy mess. He eventually breaks away to take a breath. His eyes staring through you.

After that day, you don’t try to reject him anymore.

Diluc doesn’t take long to try and initiate sex after that. You oblige, even if you really don’t want to. He’ll get what he wants no matter what. If there is no way then he will find or make a way.

His large and bulky body is towering above you, his breath hot against your neck. He roughly sucks at the soft tender flesh, leaving reddish purple marks behind. He nips at the skin on your collarbone and bites occasionally . It’s like a dog in heat has pounced on you. He tears off the thin lingerie from your body and latches onto your nipple. You stifle a moan as he suckles on your nipple and plays with your other using his hand. Unwanted pleasure is forced upon you as electric sparks course through your nerves. He kneads at the soft mound and leaves a hickey in the middle of your chest. You lie beneath him like a ragdoll as you feel your body betray you, your cunt growing wetter and wetter.

He has a hand on your hip as he spreads your folds, revealing the glistening heat in between your legs. You bite down on your tongue in an attempt to silence yourself from moaning out loud when he presses his thumb against your clit, teasing it and playing with your nerves. He swipes his fingertip against your slit, sending chills down your spine, before roughly inserting it into your spongy hole. He thrusts his finger in you as you bite your lip, nearly bleeding, to hold back your mews of pleasure. He inserts another one of his long and thick fingers before curling them in a particularly sensitive spot of yours. You grit your teeth at the forceful pleasure. He thrusts his digits into your wet and spongy cunt, again and again until there are beads of sweat coming down your neck and your lips are too painful to keep biting down on. You’ve arrived at the very edge. With one final curl and with a light pinch of your clit, you’re forced to endure your first orgasm with him. You let out your first moan with him, no different than a signal of surrender.

Diluc lets his cock spring free from his pants. He’s fully erect and so painfully hard. He’s big and thick. His pubic hair is thick and dark red with small curls and a curved vein. Droplets of precum dribble down from the tip.

“It’s not going to fit!” You think to yourself as your eyes widen

He pumps his own cock up and down for a few moments before plunging into you. There isn’t any time for you to adjust to his size and you feel as if you’re going to be split in half. The stretch is excruciating and you feel like you may just tear.

Diluc lets out a breathy moan upon sinking into you. He cups your cheek and wipes away your tears with his thumb. “It’ll feel good soon,” he mumbles out before thrusting into you. It hurts as he mercilessly hammers against you. The sensation is overwhelming, a gross mix of pleasure and pain. He grunts, his breath hot against your skin. You let go and start crying out in both pleasure and pain.

He puts your legs around his neck, allowing for a higher angle and deeper penetration. You cry, tears of pain and overstimulation flood your face. Your moans are uncontrollable and you can’t help but buck your hips upwards as he rams into you. He’s going too deep into your sorry little pussy, it’s overstimulating. The pain, the pleasure, all too much for your stupid little mind to comprehend. You feel a tight knot in your abdomen and you unwillingly orgasm. Diluc orgasms too, white sticky seed being spurted out directly into your fucked hole.

But he’s not done yet. Your eyes widen as he starts to fuck his semen back into your womb. You’re already sensitive and overstimulated from the previous round. How could you survive another? He doesn’t seem to care. His thrusts are sloppier than the previous round. All sense of self control has already been thrown out the window. You’re nothing more than a ragdoll beneath him, moaning and sobbing as you get your guts rearranged. Your already over sensitive pussy is just sucking him back in every time. Your mind is clouded by pleasure and the pain between your legs as your captor brutally fucks you. You’re nothing more than a sex doll at this point. You feel another orgasm incoming and you finish. He finishes again, this time he pulls out and cums all over your tits. You’re too cock drunk to do anything

Just as you think he’s finished, you feel something prod against your hole. “One last time…” he mumbles out.

You already know, it isn’t going to the the last time and you’re in for a long night

[dilemmaontwolegs]

hey, i've sort of a prompt in mind. The driver has a couple of shitty races and is frustrated and furious. The reader let's him use her so he can relax and take his mind off it. He does so and becomes pretty rough. In the morning, he's the first one to wake up and sees hickeys, red and irritated skin patches on her body. When she wakes up he starts to apologize.

It's probably too short for a fic, so maybe you can insert it in the ones you already have. It's up to you

Afterglow || CS55

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr x wife!reader Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, slight angst, roughish smut WC: 1.4k F1 Masterlist

The night had been humid, as it had all week, and your sleep was light and fitful as you tossed and turned in the sheets. Warm hands trailed up your bare legs and you sighed at the touch you had missed while Carlos was away. You suddenly startled awake remembering your husband wasn’t meant to be home yet but he caught you before you could hurt yourself scrambling out of the bed.

“Cálmate, mi reina, it’s me,” Carlos soothed as he felt your racing heart beating against his chest. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

It took a moment to relax but then you returned the embrace, wrapping your arms around his waist while his large hand cradled the back of your head like he did when he needed to keep you close to him. Taking a seat on the bed, he pulled you onto his lap and kissed your forehead as an apology, one you happily accepted.

The sheer curtains swayed gently in front of the windows that had been left open all night to battle the summer heat. Beyond the balcony, the island was hazy in the watery pre-dawn light and the local fishing boats were just starting to make their way out of the bay before the tides changed.“You’re home early.” You pulled back so you could see the exhaustion in his brown eyes and you stroked his beard that he hadn’t trimmed since he left. “What’s wrong, guapo?”

He caught your hand and clutched it to his chest so you could feel his heart beating beneath it before he raised them to his lips to kiss the wedding band on your finger. “I missed you.”

Giving him a small smile, you kissed your way across his shoulder before climbing the thick muscles of his neck. “I missed you too, but that’s not why you look so sad.”

His sigh was heavy and deep, filling the four corners of the room and you pulled back to see his face. “I’m not sad, just disappointed. It was a bad weekend, amor.”

You peeked over at the alarm clock before grabbing the hem of the satin slip you wore to bed. His eyes followed your fingers as they drew the material up your body and he bit his bottom lip at the sight. “There’s still time to change that.”

“Yeah?” he asked as his hands roamed your body, his fingers digging into your skin. “You want to make me feel better, baby?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed but it turned to a gasp as he nipped at your collar before kissing the mark he left. “I’d do anything to make you happy.”

His beard tickled your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake as he made his way down your chest, nipping and sucking the skin until you whimpered his name with need. Shifting on his lap, you rocked your hips in search of friction and felt his own need swelling beneath you.

“Please, Carlos, I missed you.”

He silenced your begging with a rough kiss, his tongue forcing your lips open for him. His fingers were leaving their prints in your skin the way he held your hips tight and it took all his will power to pull away long enough to speak. “On your knees.”

Carlos didn’t even give you a chance to move as he picked you up and put you right where he wanted you in the centre of the bed. The comfortable clothes he wore for travelling were quickly discarded in a heap on the floor before you felt the bed shift under his weight and felt his hand caressing the swell of your ass. 

“I needed you with me, hermosa,” he said as he nudged your knees apart for him. “I needed you.” Your back arched as he curled two thick fingers into your cunt without warning, stretching you with the only patience he had before they were gone and his cock pressed to your entrance. “I need you.”

“You have me,” you moaned as he worked his length inside, inch by inch, until your fingers were grasping the blankets and your breaths were mere pants. “I’m yours.”

Carlos pulled you up off your hands so your back was flush against his chest and he reached around to roughly palm your breasts, pinching and squeezing your nipples until your cunt clenched tight around him. “Will you still be mine if I lose my seat?” his voice was low in your ear and you craned your neck to see the resentment in his eyes, something that had been simmering since the negotiations for his contract renewal stalled. 

Placing your hand over his, you pushed it down your body to the juncture of your thighs. “Always,” you promised as he felt the union of your bodies. “I married you for love, Carlos, not your job.”

“I might be out of it soon enough,” he spat bitterly and you felt his chest rising and falling rapidly and the heat of his breath on your neck. “Three. Fucking. Races.” His hips snapped against you with every word, stealing the air from your lungs, and you knew there was only one way to ease the anger burning in his gut. “Fuck.”

“It’s okay, baby,” you said as you reached over up and tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging the strands as you gave him permission to use you as a vent for his frustrations. “It’s okay.”

His control snapped as he accepted your offering and you gasped as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. Carlos had always loved to mark you, though not always this rough. He had liked to leave on his trips knowing that his touch and his kiss still lingered on your skin. You knew there would be a few marks come morning light.

When dawn finally broke you were in Carlos’ arms watching the coastal breeze dance with the curtains and finally bring with it some cool air. The wind was welcome on your hot skin where a thin layer of sweat coated both of your bodies where you lay entangled on the bed. The gulls were just beginning to wake with the day and their songs echoed along the beach in a peaceful lullaby that threatened to send you off to sleep.

“Mierda,” Carlos swore as the sun crested the balcony and bathed the room in its light. You blinked against the bright rays that had interrupted the dream you had almost reached and found your husband shaking his head. “Perdóname, mi amor.”

Your brows pinched in confusion and you looked up from the pillow you had made of his shoulder. “Forgive you for what?”

“This,” he whispered as he dragged a fingertip down your neck, the touch a little tender but not sore. “And this.” You followed the trail he danced along your skin and saw the deep red hickeys his mouth had made, the slight dents around your breast in the shape of his teeth and the light purple bruises of his fingers on your hips. “I’m so sorry, I got carried away.”

“There’s nothing to forgive.” Sitting up, you placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him from leaving. You knew he would go down to the gym and spend the rest of his day there, running until he couldn’t move because he thought he deserved the punishment. “I can take everything you have to give, baby. I want it, I want to be the one who can make you feel better on your worst night. I want to be the one you can let yourself go with.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said after swallowing the lump in his throat. 

“You didn’t hurt me,” you said with a smile before leaning down to capture his full lips that were begging to be kissed. “It was quite the opposite.”

“Yeah?” he asked as his eyes traced your curves and he saw your nipples begin to peak beneath the heated gaze. You bit your lip and nodded, giggling when he pulled you on top of him. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Carlos, you’re ruining my afterglow,” you murmured as you kissed his jawline and felt the echo of the burn of his short beard between your thighs.

Rolling over, he pinned you beneath his body and you felt his heavy length against your hip as he stared down at you, the love still as strong as the day you wed. And just like that day, he made a vow, “I promise I can fix it.”

[babyblue711]

Surrender

(Modern AU) Aegon II Targaryen x Female!Reader x Aemond Targaryen- Part 3 (Read Part 2 Here) Summary: After things get spicy, you begin to doubt your ability to handle the sexual appetites of these Targaryen brothers after all. Words: 3.8K

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content 18+, Smut, Language, Alcohol, Threesome, P in V, Anal, Oral, basically everything, very very soft Dom/Sub vibes A/N: As I contemplated what to write in Part 3, I realized that I really just wanted to finish what I started in Part 2! It is not necessary to re-read all of part 2, but would probably be helpful to pick back up here. The last few paragraphs are already included as a refresher (sorry this took me forever to get out y'all). I hope you enjoy! 🔥

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“Come now,” Aegon whispers against your lips, “You didn’t really think we would be done with you already, did you?” His hand moves up to tightly grip your thigh around his hip, holding you in place as Aemond starts slowly inserting a digit into your ass, causing you to moan and arch your back, unfamiliar with this new intrusion.

“Hmm,” Aemond hums appreciatively, nibbling on your earlobe as Aegon watches your face. The pressure is mounting as Aemond pushes his thumb into your ass and realization dawns that they are far from finished with you. They aren’t going to stop until every last bit of you is sore from stretching around their thick cocks repeatedly; their intention to possess you both at the same time becomes abundantly clear as Aemond works to open your tight puckered hole and you know they’ll continue to cover your body in bite marks, hickeys, and bruises, effectively marking you as their own. They haven’t even begun to truly consume you yet. 

“Yes, sweet girl,” says Aemond, an authoritative edge to his tone, “We’re just getting started.” 

He says it like a promise, one that brooks no argument, and it sends a shiver down your spine. 

Your brain goes into overdrive; what did you get yourself into? Caught up in Aegon’s snare the entire week, now you are questioning if he has somehow masterminded this whole affair; to get you into bed with both of them, to use your body for their own sexual exploitation. The brothers seem so natural around each other in this setting that you can’t help but wonder if they’ve done this before. You didn’t even think to set boundaries with them; you trusted them, you built connections with them, you thought that was enough to keep you safe. However, behind closed doors, their animalistic desires are overtaking their normal gentle natures and they both are easily giving in to their primal needs; you are beginning to feel as though your tryst is quickly spiraling out of control. 

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out; your thoughts are too clouded from champagne, from exhilaration, from exhaustion, from fear. Your body stops cooperating as Aemond tries to insert another finger into your ass, causing you to yelp in pain and clamp down even more tightly on his thumb. You attempt to wiggle away, but Aegon has you securely locked in his arms as your heart thumps wildly in your chest. Aemond chuckles behind you. 

“You’ve never taken a cock in here, have you?” he asks, amused, and you shake your head no, hoping maybe they’ll show you some mercy. He sighs, removing his thumb and gets up from the bed, the soft padding of his footsteps on the hardwood floors tells you that he’s exited the room. Where is he going? Is he done? Is that it? Thoughts race through your mind, but Aegon grips you even tighter, as if expecting you to try to get away now that Aemond isn’t there to block your exit. 

Crushing you against him, he leans down to whisper against your lips, “You’re such an animal in bed, I never imagined you’d have a virgin asshole.” He smirks at you and his blue eyes seem to smolder with dark intensity and, before you can think of a response, you feel the bed sink down as Aemond returns.

“Switch me,” Aegon practically growls at Aemond, releasing you from his stronghold to maneuver behind you while Aemond goes to the bathroom to wash his hands. You glance over your shoulder to see Aegon picking up the small bottle that Aemond left behind, snapping open the lid with his thumb.

Recognizing the brand, you immediately know what this bottle contains: lube and it’s obvious what it’s going to be used for. Were you ready for this? You feel as though you are standing on the edge of a precipice and doubt seeps into your mind as you realize their intentions are exceeding what you initially thought you had agreed to. Irrational fear blooms in your chest, constricting your airway, and you lose your head completely, springing up from the bed as soon as Aegon seems distracted by the bottle. With no time to grab clothes, you dash towards the bedroom door, inwardly cursing the vastness of the room in your mind as you go.

“Hey - !” Aegon exclaims, but you don’t stop, don’t look back, the door is an arms length away, you can almost taste freedom as you reach for the handle, you’re almost there, before a strong arm snakes around your chest and yanks you back while covering your mouth with a large hand. 

You shriek from shock as Aemond swings you bodily away from the door, but his hand is clamped so hard on your mouth all that comes out is a muffled yelp that nobody else in the house could hope to hear. Your attempts to struggle are quickly subdued by Aemond’s iron grip. Aegon is still on the bed, having not moved a muscle, a devilish grin on his lips as he watches you thrash in Aemond’s arms. 

“Going somewhere?” Aemond snarls into your ear as he heaves you back over to the bed, taking hold of your hair at the nape of your neck and twisting your arm behind your back until tears spring into your eyes. Feeling like your arm might snap if pushed any further, you have no choice but to comply as he marches you back over to the bed. Aegon slinks over to the edge where Aemond is holding you tightly; his hot breath pants into your face as he makes a tsk sound with his tongue.

“Now, we don’t want to have to tie you up, babygirl, but if you try to run again, we won’t have a choice,” his voice drips with feigned softness, his eyes are like flints of steel as he boops you on the nose cheerfully like he is doing you a kindness. “It’s up to you if this hurts or not.”

You notice the way his dark eyes drink in your vulnerability, trapped by Aemond. Your throat is exposed by his grip on your hair and your heart thunders in your chest. Without warning, Aegon twists your nipples harshly, and you cry out in pain, back arching, but wetness inexplicably starts to form between your thighs; the thrill of the chase has excited you more than you had even anticipated. 

He continues to torment your breasts for a few moments as Aemond’s mouth clamps down on your neck, trailing bite marks to your shoulder. Helpless against their delicious assault, your eyes close and a low moan escapes your lips, until you feel Aegon running a finger through your folds, only to find you wet and wanting. 

“I think our sweet girl likes pain,” his voice thrums with excitement when he feels your arousal, his gaze flicking to Aemond who hums low in his chest. With his knee, Aemond widens your stance, allowing Aegon better access to your core as he begins to pleasure your bud with tight, fast circles. Aemond’s cock is rock hard against your hip, precum leaking from the top as he watches what Aegon does to you. Your core clenches with electric intensity and your knees buckle, only Aemond’s hold keeps you upright. You’re almost about to cum again when Aegon notices the flutter of your velvet walls and he withdraws his hand, shaking his head, chuckling. 

“Oh no, we can’t let you cum just yet. Aemond, what else should her punishment be for trying to run?” He poses the question to his brother with the air as one might ask about the weather, but his expression is hungry as he watches you pant, still locked in Aemond’s arms. 

“Oh, I can think of a few things,” Aemond growls and he moves you to the left of Aegon, releasing you at last and you cry out in relief as pins and needles shoot through your arm as the circulation returns. You don’t have a moment to catch your breath before a strong hand bends you over the bed, holding you down between your shoulder blades and administering a sharp slap to your ass. Face stuffed into the soft bedding, you yelp and try to jerk away from him, but he’s too strong and he slaps you again, harder this time time, so hard you know you’ll have a hand printed bruise on your tender skin. 

“Are you ready to behave now?” Aemond commands, deep in his chest, his hand rubbing the stinging skin of your ass. You pant and manage a breathless “yes,” and he releases his hold between your shoulders, but you know better than to move. You feel Aemond running the head of his cock through your dripping folds from behind, grunting in appreciation. 

“So wet,” he murmurs appreciatively before roughly inserting himself inside of you, pumping furiously a few times before backing out completely. You groan at the loss of fullness and momentarily confused by his exit until he administers yet another sharp slap, this time right on your throbbing cunt. You cry aloud, knees giving out completely and you almost fall if not for Aegon grasping under your arms and hauling you onto the bed with him. 

A wicked smile on his face, Aegon whispers in your ear. “Suck on Aemond’s cock for me, babygirl,” and he shoves you back in Aemond’s direction, who is still standing by the edge of the bed, his thick girth glistening from your arousal. 

The brothers' attentions are eliciting the desired response from you, as your sensitive center pulsates and your mind recalibrates toward your own primal desires; you find yourself succumbing to their allure once again; your pupils are blown wide, filled with need, with lust, with longing.

You crawl to Aemond on all fours, face level with his girth and it swings heavily in front of you as he grasps it, tapping it against your bottom lip, waiting for you to open your mouth. But you realized that part of the fun is in the refusal, so you keep your mouth tightly shut, instead gazing up at him with big doe eyes, daring him to make you.

His eye narrows as he waits, his patience thin, ready for some more action. But he quickly notices the glint in your eye, realizing your game, but doesn’t play so gently back. He grasps your jaw in a firm grip and squeezes, so you have no choice but to open your mouth and he seizes his opportunity to push forward, a grim smirk on his lips as he watches you swallow his cock, removing his grip on your face so you can open your mouth wider to take him. He grabs you by the hair and pushes deeper, choking you, making your eyes water, barely giving you time to breath before he starts to fuck your mouth. He goes so deep that his pubic hair tickles your nose and you try desperately to breathe while tasting your own arousal on your tongue. Whimpering at his brutal speed, you try your best to take him as best you can without gagging as tears stream from your eyes, but Aemond doesn’t let up. 

Simultaneously, Aegon manages to slither in between your legs, pushing your hips down so you are practically sitting on his face as he eats your pussy in the similar manner to the way you are now eating Aemond’s cock. You grip Aemond’s thick girth with one hand, mainly to stop your own suffocation as Aegon’s tongue pushes into your entrance, eliciting a low moan in the back of your throat, causing Aemond to grunt from the vibration. You lose track of time, losing yourself in the pleasure of Aegon devouring you with his tongue while you suck harshly on Aemond’s cock with renewed enthusiasm.

Without warning, another orgasm crashes over you, deep from within, and you grind down onto Aegon’s face as you ride the waves, not caring if you are smothering him. His arms encircle your legs and he holds you tightly, lapping every last drop of your cunt until your legs stop shaking from ecstacy. Aemond watches you unravel with a hungry intensity and, as you come down from your high, he backs his cock out of your mouth. 

“We need to reposition,” he commands at Aegon, who emerges from underneath you, panting slightly, his own cock erect against his belly, clearly turned on by giving you so much pleasure. Aegon nods in agreement as Aemond climbs onto the bed and lays on his back right in the center.

“Go ride Aemond’s cock for me, babygirl,” Aegon orders and you whine, still so sensitive from your recent orgasm. You crawl over top of Aemond and he immediately lines himself up with your entrance, pushing your hips down gently to sink onto him. You mewl pathetically as Aemond pulls you flush against his chest, pumping in and out of you slowly. You lick the skin of his neck, peppering him with kisses, softly scraping your teeth against his jaw line as pleasure zings through your core while his thick cock massages your velvet walls.  

From behind, you hear the familiar snap of the lube bottle and hear Aegon shuffling over to where you lay on top of Aemond and this time you feel ready to take them both; you need to have them both at once. You moan as you feel a sudden coolness right on your puckered hole and Aegon gets to work, inserting his thumb slowly as Aemond rocks into you from below, grinding against your sensitive bud.  

“You’ll need to relax or it’ll only hurt more,” Aemond whispers to you, caressing your face, his demeanor now gentle, the complete opposite of the way he was fucking your mouth just a few short moments ago. You grunt as you feel Aegon insert another finger into your ass, the pressure mounting, as you pant into Aemond’s face and whine. 

“Shhh, focus on me,” Aemond whispers before adding, “he’s done this before,” as if to hope to pacify your fears. You bury your face into Aemond’s neck, hands gripping the sheets around his head and groan as you feel Aegon push the head of his cock against your tight hole and slowly, inch by inch, he sinks deeper into your body.

Aemond stills as he waits for Aegon to enter you, murmuring soft words of encouragement in your ear. At last, Aegon is flush against your ass while Aemond is buried deep inside your pussy and you think full is an understatement. Never before had you felt so stuffed as you try to get adjusted to the sensation of both of them inside of you. You’re breathing heavily, face still buried against Aemond’s neck.  

“So fucking tight,” Aegon huffs and begins to move languidly, taking his time and not rushing, being more gentle than you had expected him to be. Just as slowly, Aemond starts to thrust in sync with Aegon. After a few moments, their rhythm starts to feel good as you relax and adjust to the exquisite feeling of fullness, letting the pleasure consume you.

Almost as if they share one mind, the brothers pick up the pace at the same time, causing you to moan even louder than you normally do, so overwhelmed by both. They fuck you mercilessly and you feel nothing more than a rag doll, being torn apart by these two apex predators. Working together in tandem, you are overwhelmed by their deep stimulation as tension coils in your belly once more, knowing that this climax will completely be your undoing. You pant and whine loudly without restraint right into Aemond’s ear and soon start mumbling desperate, filthy words, your telltale sign you’re about to cum. 

“Cum for us again, you little slut,” Aegon growls, picking up on your cues, hips audibly slapping against your ass with the force of his thrusts and he holds your hips steady with a bruising grip. You can hear his own labored breathing as Aemond pants from below you, his chest is slick with sweat and you slide a bit on top of him as the two men ride you.

You let out a strangled yell when your climax crashes over you like a tidal wave as you’re pounded straight into oblivion; you swear you see stars and your vision goes black. Aemond grunts as your pussy clenches tightly around him like a vice and he continues to furiously chase his own release until his hips stutter and his cock pulsates deep in your pussy just as Aegon finishes with a guttural groan and spills himself deep in your ass. 

As the three of you descend from your high, you remain joined for a moment, panting heavily, and utterly spent. Aegon retreats first, pulling his softening cock from your ass and watching his cum leak from your wide hole. You feel him hop off the bed, but you continue to lay and pant on Aemond’s chest, not having the strength to move. Where you once felt so full, you now feel so empty, but also blessedly relieved. 

Aemond waits for a moment before gently lifting you off of him and depositing you on the bed where you don’t move, trying to regain your breath, limbs twitching as little jolts of electricity still zing from your core. Double penetration had resulted in the best and longest orgasm of your life; you hadn’t expected the experience to have felt so good, but you knew you would be immensely sore in the morning. 

Dimly, you hear the brothers shuffling around the room, talking softly and feeling thankful they are getting ready to leave soon. You must even doze briefly, the sounds of running water in the bathroom almost instantly putting you to sleep. Unexpectedly, a gentle touch rouses you from your half-sleep and you crack an eye open to see it’s Aemond.

“Come with me?” he asks softly and you cannot even summon the energy to move; what does he want now? 

“Aemond, I’m too tired,” you try to say but he doesn’t take no for an answer, scooping you up and carrying you towards the bathroom. 

In the large jacuzzi tub that dominates your bathroom, a hot bath has been run for you and Aegon is already soaking in the bubbles. Carefully, Aemond sets you down into the water opposite Aegon, and you whimper when the heat hits your soreness. Aemond settles in behind you, cradling you against his chest, and begins to lather you with a sponge.

Aegon watches for a moment before reaching into the water and finding your foot and starts to gently massage. You can't help but moan as you completely unwind under their attentive care. Aemond shifts to rub your neck and shoulders, while Aegon tends to your legs and feet. You hadn’t expected this level of pampering and appreciate their sweet sincerity, even after feeling quite objectified just moments ago. 

“Do you feel ok?” Aemond hums gently, his chin on your shoulder as he embraces you from behind. 

“Better now,” you murmur, your eyes heavily lidded, soothed by the warmth of the water and their tender care. 

“You did such a great job,” Aegon compliments, “Your ass was amazing, Aemond will have to try it out next time,” he continues matter-of-factly. 

Next time? Would there be a next time? Did you want to do this again? You are too tired to even contemplate this statement and just let his comment slide as you finish your bath. 

Aegon exits your room promptly after drying off from the bath, planting a swift kiss on your forehead before taking his leave, but Aemond opts to spend the night with you. Dressed in only his boxers, he throws back the covers and invites you to cuddle next to him in the bed; you nestle into his chest as he exhales softly against your hair and you fall asleep instantly, awakening the next morning still wrapped in his arms. 

The first rays of light are filtering in through the large windows and you can tell by his breathing that Aemond is already awake, though neither of you make an attempt to speak just yet. Groggily, you reflect back on the eventful evening, feeling like it was all one big fever dream, and only the soreness between your legs tells you that it actually really happened. Aemond rubs your side absentmindedly and you stretch like a cat, enjoying the warmth of his hand on your skin. 

“I have to leave to catch my flight soon,” he whispers in your ear, kissing your neck gently.

“Hmm,” you murmur, as you scoot your butt back into him, feeling his hard length against your ass. You lift your leg, inviting him in, and his fingertips glide over the slickness of your velvet folds.  

It’s all the confirmation he needs as he eases into you slowly as you both lay on your sides. You hiss in pain as your pussy stretches around him, still so sore from the night before, but undeniable pleasure pulses through your core as his cock rubs against the spongy spot deep inside your tight heat. You turn your head to kiss him deeply as he slowly fucks you into another mindblowing peak, his name on your lips when you shatter around him. You never would have used the word “lovemaking” when you were with Aegon, but with Aemond, there wasn’t any other way to describe your morning sex session other than tender, attentive, and loving. Afterwards, when he pulls his softening cock out of you, you find that you ache for the connection again, feeling complete only when he is inside of you. 

“I’ll let you know when I get to New York,” he whispers, cradling your face and locking eyes with you for a final, lingering kiss before leaving your room. 

You sigh contentedly, remaining in bed, basking in the warmth and comfort, wrapped in the soft sheets. The remnants of his release linger between your thighs, and you know you need to get up to start your day soon since you and Helaena are scheduled to depart for London in a few hours.

Your mind wanders back to Aegon, and a sense of conflict stirs within you. You're torn between the chaotic, exhilarating energy of Aegon and the quieter yet intensely compelling nature of Aemond. Would Aegon feel let down if you chose his brother instead? And what about Aemond—would he be bothered by the notion of being with someone after his brother? He certainly didn’t seem to mind a few moments ago…

What if they desire a repeat of last night's activities? Would that become your new thing? 

Your contentment is quickly turning into frustration as you muse over these complicated Targaryen boys who harbor unusual sexual appetites: sharing a mate between them. You have never heard such a thing until now and are rapidly realizing how challenging it will be to resume "normalcy" after your time at the Targaryen family estate. 

A/N: I, for one, already feel confident that I'll never feel "normal" after Season 2 of HOTD 🔥 Been down bad for a long time now. Thank you for reading! Reblogs and comments are always welcome! 💙

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Don’t tell him

Survive the Night: Day 1

Paring: Lo'ak x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, kissing, masturbation, manipulation (just a tiny bit), rough sex, explicit language, mentions of blood, squirting, fingering, degradation, dirty talk, choking, knife Play,

Word Count: 5.3K

Disclaimer: All characters are aged up! if this makes you uncomfortable, do not read

Event Masterlist

Your mate Tsu’ti is a wonderful man. He works so hard to keep you safe and provided for, so much so that he’s the second in command to the clan’s new Olo’eyktan, Neteyam. He is kind and smart, and these are only some of the qualities that drew you to him. However, since he moved up in rank, he has been much busier than he was before. He leaves your kelku before dawn and comes back after eclipse when your fast asleep. The only time you get to feel his body against yours is when he snuggles into your neck at night.  

You are very happy being married to him and you have never regrated your decision, but you are extremely sexually frustrated now. He isn’t around the way he used to be. Back when he wasn't second in command for Neteyam, he was around more. Always home for dinner, always there to snuggle together before bed every night. Now you have no such privilege.  

You don’t know when this started but you can’t seem to stop yourself from doing it. Your kelku looks over a part if the warrior training ground. You always liked the high view of the forest it gave you but it always gave you access to look at your husband. Since you do not really have a job in the clan, your duties consist of making sure your quarters are kept in top shape and to take care of your husband. But he now trains in a different part of the grounds so you no longer see him. However, you do see all these other muscular men.  

They’re perfectly sculptured bodies, honestly you feel bad you've never had eyes for anyone except your husband. Though now that you are horny all the time, you notice things you didn’t before, people you didn’t before. One of these people just so happens to be Lo’ak Sully. 

Neteyam’s younger brother took up the mantle your husband held before, training young warriors, which just so happen to be right under your window. You know the brothers well now; your husband grew up alongside them and introduced you. They are always welcome for dinner and used to join you both a couple times a week.  

You feel like you have mapped out his routine from the moment he arrived to the grounds until the moment he leaves. You can’t seem to keep your eyes off him. Lo’ak has grown much over the years, his lean body, slutty waist, his huge biceps and hands. That man looks like Eywa herself carved him; you can’t believe you never noticed him before. It is not the only way he has grown but also emotionally, he matured a lot from the stories you heard about him in the pass. He is not as impulsive or reckless as he once way, there is even talk of him getting a mate in the near future.  

Today however was different, he wasn't meant to have training for the next few days because he was supposed to go on a hunting trip on his brother and your husband who has left early dawn. Here he was though, sat on a rock under the shade of a tree, sharpening his knife. You were practically drooling over him, watching his arms bulge with the movements, his grip on the knife exposed his veiny forearms. You felt like you were getting more turning on by the minute watching him.  

Lo'ak wasn’t even doing something remotely sexual, yet here you are soaking up your loincloth, essence messing up your thighs. You gnawed at your lip until it turned cherry red, ready to burst. Without thinking you slump down to the floor eyes still above the window so you could see his figure and you hand stuffed down into your folds lathering up the wetness before inserting one of your fingers. It is been so long since you have touched yourself let alone someone else touch you. You are surprised at the level of slick you feel around your fingers and thighs. 

Your other hand fiddles with the beads in front of your breast before you move them aside pinching and pulling at your nipple. Your eyes still haven’t left his frame, you aren't even sure you’ve blinked in the pass few minutes. You were so close to your first relief, thinking about all the things that man would do to you. All the positions he could effortlessly fold you into, all the ways he could make you scream using his hands, his tongue, his cock. Oh, you bet his cock is huge, you’ve heard women talking about their sexual escapades with him and it sounded fucking amazing, all the ways they described he made them cum so good.  

Lastly that big knife that looks small in his huge hands but you know you couldn’t wrap yours around the handle...you just know his handle would look so big in your hand. You roll your eyes at the thought, the wet noises coming from in between your legs as you thinking about him pressing down the cool knife on your tummy while he fucks you, feeling him run it over your body sending chills all over you. Maybe he’d drawn a little bit of blood and press his tongue down on you to clean it up. You near your release thinking about how good his tongue would feel pressed down on your skin like that- 

“Fuck!” he hissed, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts. You raise your head alarmed above the window sill, fingers still snug inside your pussy. He shakes his hand out watching the blood splatter in the green grass, he cut himself. “Lo’ak are you ok?” you say without even thinking. He looks up towards your voice taking note of your messy hair, blushed purple cheeks and sweet red lips, and just your overall fucked-out look. He’d be lying if he said he never thought about fucking those sweet lips- “Yea I'm fine just cut myself” he smiles softly, “you don’t happen to have a first aid kit?”  

You do have one, your husband made it a point to make sure your kept one in the house, he always said ‘you’ll never know when you get a little cut.’ Again, without thinking you nod your head and watch him stand up shielding his knife on his hip and walk up to the tree that your kelku is built on  

‘Shit oh no’ 

You rip your hands out of your loincloth and spring up, stumbling around to clean yourself up before he walks through that doorway. Lo’ak is a very skilled climb shouldn’t take him more than a few seconds to reach- “hey”  

You spin on your heel hiding your hands behind your back as you use a cloth that was thrown aside to wipe your juices off. Unfortunately for you, your hair was still messy and your clothes were shriveled and there was a wet stain on your lavender colored loincloth, as if you had spilled water on yourself, or something else. You aren’t as slick as you thought you were cleaning up. Lo’ak could smell your essence on the cushion you were previously sitting on, you didn’t even realize you leaked.  

“Hey- sit, sit I'll get the-” you stumble around looking for it through the shelves as he sits down on the cushions situated against the wall. “How’d you cut your hand?” you ask him as you walk over to him with the kit. “Sharpening my knife, not that it needed it I was just tryna relief some frustration” he sighed out.  

“What happened?  Is it because you didn’t go with this this morning?” you ask about the hunting trip. “Yea my brother told me to stay home, that I'll go on the next one so Tsu’ti can stay home then” he tilts his head back eyes still on you as you open up the kit and pull his hand into your lap. You skin is feverish, hot to the touch, ‘when was the last time your husband touched you?’ The thought crosses his mind. 

“I bet it’s been tough huh, not having him around?” you move in closer to get a better angle to clean his cut. “Yea it’s weird not having him around, sometimes I wonder what keeps him so busy” you chuckle a bit making him laugh as well. You finish up cleaning his finger and you feel his hand move up to tuck some of your loose hair behind your ears. Only then did his closeness invade you, his scent hit you like a truck ‘Eywa did he always smell so good?’ 

Your eyes raise to meet his and your noses always touch. Without another thought you brush his lips into am impulsive kiss. His lips felt so soft and warm, his hair tickled the side of your neck when you tilt your head making you squeeze your thighs together, the action doesn’t go unnoticed by Lo’ak, he felt it. You didn’t continue the kiss though, pulling away just as quickly as you kissed him.

You look up into his eyes panicked trying to decipher what he might be feeling. What have you done? No did you just ruin your friendship with him? Is he going to tell your husband? Did you just ruin your marriage? Thoughts fly through your mind at full speed as you blabber out apologies to him. 

“Sorry Lo’ak, ‘m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. Please don’t tell tsu’ti, he’ll leave me I'm sorry! I’ve just been so frustrated and he’s not around to help me and I’m sorry!” Tears spill just as fast as your words when you try to explain yourself, begging him to keep it a secret. You didn't want to end your marriage, you let your frustration get the better of you and you never meant for this to happen, especially not with someone your husband is so close to.  

“Woah- woah baby don’t cry” he pleads with you, his hands move up to your shoulder holding you in place as he tries to calm you down, continuously telling you ‘Its ok’ and ‘don’t worries’ spew from him, but none of it seems to stop your rambling. “Hey- hey y/n sweetheart, I won’t tell him.” 

 Now that gets your attention. You’ve somehow ended up half way into his lap with one leg thrown over his behind him and the other folded between the both of you, “you’re not going to tell him?” you sniffle looking up at him with wide eyes. Lo’ak brought a hand up to your face drying your tears while he shook his head ‘no’. “Not gonna tell him, I know you're not used to having him around, it is ok” he shushes you down and pull your head to his chest.  

What you don’t know is Lo’ak has wanted to fuck you since the day he met you, but you were always off limits being his friend's girl. But all things chance, never mind the fact and you are still happily mated to one of his friends, you are not satisfied. It would be wrong of him to not help you right? It would be wrong of him to leave you here in a little puddle of horniness. He knows you can’t help yourself the way your husband might be able to. So maybe if he offers his help...you wouldn’t have to tell your husband.  

Maybe you’ll take it and he’d be able to fuck you like he always wanted to. He'd be able to get down in that cunt and ruin it for you. He just knows you’d love that from the drunken conversation he once had from your husband, he knows you like it rough. Lo’ak inhales deeply, his nose buried in your hair as you rest on his chest. His skin is warm, almost hot. He’s always loved the way you smelt, every time you pass by him, he gets a whiff of your sweet conditioner, make from sweet flowers and fruit essences.  

Lo’ak shuts his eyes before making his little moves, nothing too obvious but he just wants to make sure you don’t say no when he asks you his pending question. One of his hands run up and down your back soothing you, but this time it runs a bit lower to the base of your tail. His index and middle fingers open to curly around it subtly. Curtius of your drunken husband again, there is a lot of things Lo’ak knows about you that he shouldn’t.  

This for instance, he shouldn’t know playing with and pulling on your tail turns you on. He also shouldn’t know you like it when your mate starts you off gently then rails you roughly until you cum. But Lo’ak isn’t gonna stop just after you cum, he’s never getting this chance again he’s gonna give it to you until you passing out cock drunk on him, or until he’s shooting blanks.  

Your thigh tightens a bit around his hip and you sniffles come to a minimum as you feel his hand on you. Your tail thrashes a bit feeling the tinges his fingers send down to your hole. Your lips part slightly and you breathe through your mouth. Hot breath hits his chest and he knows he has you exactly where he wants you. His fingers then grip the base of your tail and with small squeezes until he runs it up to the fluff at the end before letting it go and starting over again. His other hand moves down to your ankle that is folded in his lap, his fingers brush over his before softly gripping and messaging the bone. 

 Because of your compromising position, that hand, those fingers are dangerously close to your pussy, to where you want him the most. You have to continue to remind yourself of your husband but it doesn’t really help you. Your mind runs circles around only one thing, one person. Lo’ak  

His hands feel so good on your skin, so warm. Your mind runs to the times your husband touches you with cold fingers and you subconsciously compare both men. You feel bad you really do, this is wrong. Sitting in the arms of another man and letting him touch you in ways only your husband should. A sharp tug to your tail pulls out of your thoughts and your body shifts up instinctively making your clit brush against the knuckle of his hand. The double stimulation makes you moan pathetically and you raise your head to look at him with wide eyes.   

Lo’ak can see how conflicted you are, on one hand you want to be loyal to your husband and he doesn’t blame you at all for that, but on the other he knows he want him to put his cock down on you just as much as he does. “Lo’ak-”  

“Shh... I know you miss your husband sweetheart, but he left you like this, alone and horny right? Wanna let me help you out” his voice sound so sweet but you push down the thought immediately protesting. “Lo’ak that cheatin-” 

“Baby, today is only the first day of the hunting trip, he’s gonna be gone for a week most likely, maybe longer if they don’t hunt enough, are you really gonna suffer yourself for that long, let me help you out, I know you want me to” 

Lo’ak hand moves from your ankle to your loincloth smoothly, rubbing the wet spot you created over your clit making you pant through parted lips, “Look how wet you are sweetheart? I've barely even touched you...you don’t really want me to stop to you” he asked sweetly rubbing circles on your swollen nub. 

You bite your lip looking up at him and eyes water. You aren’t sure if it is because if how guilt you feel letting him feel you up in such an inappropriate way or if it is because you don’t want him to stop. “You didn’t answer my question sweet girl you want me to stop?” he asks again. His movements slow down a bit as if he's about to stop. 

You don’t know what to say. He fingers feel so good on you. This is wrong your married. But he’s gonna make you cum. But this is cheating. But your finally gonna get some relief after so much weeks of waiting for your husband to be available.  

Screw it. You stretch your head up bringing him into a heated kiss, he immediately reciprocates and kisses you back. His hand starts moving faster on your clit drawing out whimpers into his mouth. He takes the opportunity and sticks his tongue in exploring your entire mouth, his tongue is long maybe he’ll stick it in your- 

He uses the hand that was playing with your tail and wraps it around your back pulling you further into his lap. Your legs stretch out and curl around his lower back. Your hands move up to his arms squeezing the muscle between your fingers. You moan and whimper into his mouth before he picks you up off the ground effortlessly and places you down on your sleeping mat.  

Thanks to your husband you have a big seven-foot mirror sitting right in from of the mat. You watch your flush reflection, messy hair, purple blush now down to your neck, tear-stained cheeks. You look like you just had sex when in reality you haven’t even started yet. You find yourself comparing both men again, you never look like this when your husband fucks you, or when he is about to fuck you. 

Lo'ak moved his body behind yours, legs spread and he pulls you back to his front. You lean your head back on his firm chest making eye contact with him in the mirror as he runs his hands over your body. “You won’t tell him I touched you right?” you shook your head no. “Because you that if he finds out that will be the end of me seeing you, forever” the thought makes you pout slightly but you nod anyways.  

He smirks in the mirror as he unties your loincloth from around your hips and toss it to the side, he spreads your legs throwing both your knees over his thighs then he wastes no time bringing his hand back down to your clit, circling the bud before running his fingers down your wet slit. 

You mewl and shut your eyes when he inserts his middle and ring finger into your hole. You feel like you are about to cum and he just started. “You look so pretty baby” he says watching you in the mirror as you moan and squirm in his lap. 

“Taking my fingers so well” his voice deep edges you on more, “Does your husband do this with you baby? Does he finger your sweet cunt?” you feel his chest vibrating behind you, almost like he’s purring when he speaks to you. “Ah- yea, so-sometimes he does yea.” you mumble out. 

“He doesn’t stretch you out before he fucks you sweetheart?” his free hand moves your beaded top to the side to play with your perky tits. “no- no time” you moan as you near your release. “Coming! Coming Lo’ak” without a reply you squirt on his fingers, juices spray messing up the mat and a few cushions, some even end up on the mirror across the room.  

“Fuck I didn’t know you could do that sweetheart” Lo’ak says in awe of what he just made happen. You pant trying to catch your breath as you lean your head back on his shoulder and closer your eyes, “never done that before, first time” you blush bringing your hands up to cover your face.  

He grabs a hold of your hands pulling them from your face and looks down at you, “So, if that enough can I go?” you look at him shocked, he’s leaving you like this? Just like that be burst out laughing in your face. “Oh no sweetheart you don’t really think I’d leave you like this? What kind of man do you think I am” he buried his face in your neck kissing and sucking but being careful not to leave any marks. You pull your hands away from him and elbow him int he ribs before sitting up and facing him.  

He was about to protest but when your hands untied the string holding your top and let it drop to the ground, he suddenly had no complains. Lo’ak looked at your tits wickedly, as if he had planned beforehand what he would do. He did, you just didn’t know that yet. He pulled you closer by your hips, pulling your chest right into his face. He sucked on your nipples one by one, pinching and pulling on the other that wasn’t in his mouth. You whimpered and wiggled in his grasp. 

You sat yourself down on his lap feeling his bulge through his loincloth, you grinding down on him moving back and forth making yourself feel good on his body. Lo’ak started moaning from your movements, his grip on you becomes tighter.  

You bring both your hands up to the sides of his face, threading your fingers through his braids. You pull his head away from your chest and you to your face to kiss you. For the first time since he’s been like this with you, Lo’ak moaned. You felt that you could cum untouched from the noise he just made. It made you giggle against his lips thinking about it. He pulled away looking at you confused, “Why are you laughing?” he smiles at your sweet laugh.  

“You sound really sexy when you moan” you smile before going back into the kiss, this time he laughs and mumbled a ‘thank you’ against your lips. Your hands moved down his chest and abdomen slowly, soaking in the feeling of all the ridges down his abs as your soft fingers move. You eventually make it down to his loincloth trying and failing to untie it. Lo’ak makes no more to help you though, he finds your struggling entertaining.  

You give up pulling away from the kiss and looking down at his knot trying to undo it, ignoring the sound of his amused laughter. You glimpse the knife he has shielded away on his hip and pull it out of the protective strap. “Woah-” his eyes flash in panic like you were about to hurt him but quickly calmed down when all you do was cut the string holding his loincloth together and he lets out a breath of relief. 

You hold the knife up in the air next to your faces as you watch his cock spring out of the confinement and slap his abdomen right under his belly button. Your eyes widen slights are you watch his sheer size; you have never taken anything that big before. “Like what you see?” your eyes follow the voice back up to his face to see him laid back against the wall smirking at you.  

You bite your lip looking at him prettily, “Yea it’s really big” your free hand moves to stroke him a bit. Your fingers don’t touch because you can’t full wrap your hand around his cock but you still give the head a nice squeeze, hearing him let out a deep groan and throw his head back.  

“You know Lo’ak, earlier before you came up, I was watching you, I was watching you sharpen your knife, and you looked so hot doing it...you handle it so well I mean, look at it in my hand...” you bite your lip gesturing the knife that is the size of your entire head in your other hand. Lo’ak was so engrossed in watching your small hand pump his cock he almost didn’t realize you were speaking to him.  

His eyes raise up to your other hand watching your small hand wiggle it in the air, your fingers couldn’t fit around that either. “Gosh baby” his big palm came and covered yours holding the knife and he smirked while it took it out of your hand. “You wanna play with this?” he asked you as he moved the hand with the knife behind your back pressing the point to the top of your neck. 

The cold metal made your gasp for air as you lean forward closer to his body, both your hands now pumping his cock together making him feel good. Lo’ak begins to move the knife so the sharp tip is pressed up against your soft skin, but not enough to actually cut you. The slight pinch for the blade feels so pleasurable, you had no idea you would have liked it so much, but here you are. 

Lo’ak drags the knife down your back slowly, making sure you feel very bit of the drag. Your tail comes up to wrap around his forearm as you tilt your head back slightly, still looking him in the eye. “You liked that baby?” you quickly, and a bit desperately nod your head. “Listen I’m going to do something, if you don’t like it, I need you to say to work ‘red’ ok?” he speaks in a serious tone making sure you understand and when you nod your head once more, he takes it as a sign to continue.  

“You are going to make me cum with those pretty hands yea? And if you don’t, I’m gonna start cutting” he’s tone changes quickly back into a very seductive one. “Cut what Lo?” you pout dumbly. “You sweetheart” he brings the knife down to one of your thighs and press to metal tip down into your skin, not enough to draw blood but just so it will hurt a bit, and leave a small dent.  

Your breathing picks up as you tilt your head down and let a heavy drop of spit fall on the head of his cock, he whimpers at the feeling before his jaw went slack watching you pump for slit all over his entire length. Lo’ak feels like his body lagged by the way you so effectively made him want to cum all over your pretty face.  

He moves the knife around your body, occasionally pressing down leaving small dents and marks all over. The process makes your cunt slick, and creates a deep purple blush on your face. Finally, he draws blood, the knife kinked right beneath your collarbone making you whimper. Lo’ak brings his head closer to the part of your body that now slowly drips blood.  

Now you have imagined this before, but you never thought it would feel like this. His warm tongue makes contact with your skin, you get chills down the length of your spine. Your hands stutter before continuing the fast movements bringing him closer to his release. It feels so good, you throw your head back, mouth ajar as you pump him faster and faster.  

Lo’ak groans into your skin when he shoots his cum all over your tummy and hands. He pulls away watching you pant as if you just came, you bring one of your hands up to your mouth and licked it clean making eye contact with him. “Fuck baby you are just perfect aren’t you” he roughly grips your neck as he pulls you in for a kiss.  

The roughness catches you off guard but you welcome it happily. Your whimpers are cut off by this tightening grip on the sides of your neck, the way he presses down on your windpipe is just so fucking good. You break the kiss tilting your head up so he can have full access, “Oh you dirty bitch” he chuckles darkly, “you like getting choked, you want me to cut off your air and make you high sweetheart...damn does your husband choke you like this to get you off baby? You like feeling his one hand cover your entire throat?” Lo’ak smirks, laughing softly while he speaks. 

He finds it very amusing the way you, turn into a full-blown freak when he thought you were such an innocent little husband pleaser. You are fucking perfect. If he has known all this time, you’d be this nasty he would have tried to fuck you a long time ago. “Lo’ak please-” you wheeze out. 

“Please what baby?” he teases you. He loves hearing your sweet voice beg him, he has no intention of wasting time though. He lets go of your neck and grips your hips before spinning you onto all fours. You are facing the mirror now and you watch him get up on his knees behind you. “I want you to watch yourself take my cock. I want you to make sure you remember no one else can fuck you the way i do, not even your sweet husband” he rubs your ass and up your back as he speaks, gripping and spreading your cheeks to get a better view. You don’t even get a chance to reply when you feel his cock rubbing between your wet folds.  

Lo’ak pushes in slowly glancing from your reaction in the mirror to the sight of his dick disappearing inside you inch by inch. He watches your body drop down onto the mat head still facing the mirror. Now he has more than one perfect view off your arch. When he bottoms out, you both moan in unison. Feeling his grit stretch you out like no one ever has, he is quite possibly the biggest cock you’ve ever taken, and you're loving it.  

When he stars moving you feel like you're seeing stars, your mouth gaping just like your cunt and you mewl loudly at his rough thrust. He is quite literally fucking you into the mat, you can barely breath as he pounds into you. “Fuck- Lo AH!”  

“Yea you like that baby- like feeling my big cock fuck your little hole, yea I know you like that you slutty little thing” his words come out through gritted teeth and his hands come down to around your neck, effectively pulling your head off the mat and pulling you back into his thrust the same time. You scream as you look at yourself in the mirror, new tears fall down your cheeks but this time from pleasure. You aren’t sure if you're coming because of his vulgar words, or because he is fucking you so good.  

A combination of both feels right. He looks so sexy, he looks like he was meant to be the man fucking you, he looks like he’s gonna come. You watch him throw his head back his grip on you somehow becomes stronger when you gush all over his cock and thighs. He looks down at your leaking pussy, “Shit baby, came so fucking good for me” he pants out and speeds up his thrust ready to come. “Where do you want it sweet girl?” he lets your head go and it falls back to the mat, he bends his head down to your ear when he asks his last question.  

“Mifa Lo’ak pleaseee” you beg. He is 100 percent not in his right mind, he is definitely not thinking about the detrimental consequences this could have on you both. But who cars right now it feels good. It feels right. When he releases his load, he kissing your neck and whimpering sweetly into your ear, “fuck, fuck, fuck” then your both fall to the side together, his body curling around yours. Your eyes are shut as you both lay in silence, you know what you’ve done is beyond wrong, but you can’t find it in yourself to be guilt, at least not right now. Oh well that’s tomorrow's problem.  

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Slytherin Boys W/ Ballerina!Reader as Pas De Deux 🩰

SO I'm back at it again with more ballet stuff! Last time I did headcanons for Mattheo if he was dating a ballerina. This time however, we're going down the route of what Pas De Deux (pair dance) the boys would do with a ballerina reader if they danced together.

Lorenzo Berkshire

White Swan Pas De Deux (Swan Lake)

Choosing one for our boy Enzo was EXTREMELY difficult because I secretly headcanon him being a danseur already so picking just one dance for him was hard. I went with the famous white swan pas de deux from Swan Lake where he is the role of Prince Siegfried and the reader is Odette. It's a beautiful, and heartbreaking pas de deux where Odette and Siegfried get to know each other better with it ending in Odette putting her trust in Siegfried to make a vow of true love in order to free her from Von Rothbart's spell. (In this video the pas de deux is performed by famous dancers Svetlana Zakharova and Roberto Bolle. The part at 5:09 where he embraces her makes we weeeeeeep)

Theodore Nott

Giselle act 2 Pas De Deux (Giselle)

For Theo's I decided to play a little into the headcanon of him being a casanova and went the route of Giselle. Theo's character would be Albrect (sometimes known as Count Albrect, Duke Albrect, or in other versions Prince Albrect) the reader's character is Giselle, who died of a broken heart when she found out Albrect was bethrothed to another woman. Another beautiful and heartbreaking piece as Giselle is trying to protect Albrect until dawn from the wrath of the willis (spirits of young maidens that died before marriage) who wish to make him dance to his death. The queen of the willis Myrtha uses Giselle to lure Albrect away from the safety of her tombstone by making her dance a seductive pas de deux that lures him in like a siren singing a song. (In this video the pas de deux is danced once again by famous dancers Svetlana and Roberto. They're one of my favorite dance partner pairings!)

Draco Malfoy

Sugarplum and Cavalier (The Nutcracker)

My first fictional love, I had to give Draco one of my favorite pas de deux which is from The Nutcracker between the sugarplum fairy and her cavalier. I don't think I need to explain which roles these two are, it's a beautiful piece with beautiful music performed near the end of the story. (I've inserted my FAVORITE rendition of this dance performed by famous dancers Anna Tsygankova and Matthew Golding)

Mattheo Riddle

Black Swan Pas De Deux (Swan Lake)

When it comes to my headcanons I said that Mattheo liked Don Quixote and Giselle, but this man also in my headcanon has an absolute WEAKNESS for Swan Lake. So when he gets to be the part of Siegfried and the reader is playing Odile? He's absolutely giddy because this pas de deux is alluring and seductive as Odile is playing poor Siegfried like a fiddle making him believe she's actually Odette. (For this video the pas de deux is danced by one of my favorite dancers Gillian Murphy with Angel Corella)

Tom Riddle

Opening Scene (Swan Lake)

I could've easily went full delulu and gave Tommy a pas de deux, but come onnnnn. I'm giving this man the role he was MADE FOR. The opening scene from ABT's Swan Lake. He's the role of the sorcerer Von Rothbart while the reader is Odette. So enchanted by the beautiful princess he runs into in the woods he tries to charm her only to find her displeased and so what does he do? Takes her for his own and changes her into the form of a swan to keep her close to him. (For this video it's from ABT's Swan Lake they recorded back in the early 2000's with Gillian Murphy as Odette, Marcelo Gomes as the handsome human Von Rothbart and Isaac Stappas as Von Rothbart's other form)

Blaise Zabini

Nikiya and Solor act 1 (La Bayadere)

I'm not too familiar with Blaise, so forgive me everyone but I didn't want to leave him out. I chose my favorite pas de deux from La Bayadere where Blaise would be Solor a warrior and the reader is Nikiya a beautiful temple dancer. The two are secret lovers that are reunited and dance together before swearing their love under the sacred flame. (For this one I went with yet again Svetlana and Roberto because they ATEEEEEE this pas de deux up with their chemistry alone!)

[trashmouth-richie]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

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𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: implications of: adult prostitution, physical child abuse, child neglect, poverty. series trigger warnings include drug use and abuse, alcohol use and abuse, neglect, etc

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: eddie is determined to make things right, past hardships mentioned. 6k — eddie leaves in 1982 when he is sixteen, there is a scene that takes place in 1984 when reader is eighteen and eddie has already been gone for two years at this point.

He watched the sun creep through the blinds, the Indiana skyline sending hues of pink and purple against the dawning morning.

 Birds chirped noisily, greeting each other in flapping winged ‘hello’. He wished he could feel their joy, wished his eyes didn’t throb from lack of sleep. His throat was caked with the dry cool air still blowing through the vents. 

He so badly wanted to be right, have an answer for one of his many questions that kept weeding into more and more. An unending tether. 

Rubbing wet from his eyes he swung his long legs to the floor. Back aching from the heavy spring loaded frame, he stands and heads toward the shower itching the curls on his head. 

The water from the shower head was warm and welcoming, bringing forth a blanketed calm to his cold exterior. The water washed over his face and wet his hair almost down the length of his back. As he scrubbed his body his mind was elsewhere. 

A million different “what if’s” shattered through his mind. What if… he came back sooner, you had run away with him, what if you had answered his letters, what would have happened to you if you weren’t left here to rot like the foundation of Forest Hills? 

Did you think he didn’t care about you? That he was better off? He wasn’t. And if he could have come back he would’ve. It’s not as if his old man would have welcomed him back with open arms. He’d be lucky to get back handed instead of the usual a meaty fist to the side of the head. 

But Eddie would have done it, for you. And he’ll be kicking his own ass about it until the end of time for not taking the risk. For not having you hop through your window like you’d done so many times before, and run away with him. 

Hand in hand. Into the dark night. Rescuers style. 

With shampoo barely rinsed, he hits the faucet with a bang. Too many years of guilt hung like a weighted cape on his shoulders, but now? Now he had the wits and means to make it right. A promise he kept to himself, to you. 

The itchy towel dried his skin hastily as his fingers raked through his hair, tussling his bangs into a messy submission. His watch beeps on the nightstand, an alarm telling him he had only fifteen minutes before he was supposed to have his meeting. 

It was settled, Eddie wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. Certainly someone in this town had to know where you were living. 

Locking the door to the motel he dropped the keys into his pocket and swung a leg over his Harley, he took a deep breath as he revved the engine, satisfied with his decision, a rose blossoming in his stomach, if he could leave Hawkins; so could you. 

The smell of bleach was an odd comfort to you. The astringent burn in your nose brought a calming peace, cleanliness. Washing away spills and stains from any surface it touched. Today in particular were the bedsheets from the club. 

You splash another cupful into the correct compartment for good measure, slamming it shut and inserting quarters into the slotted mouth of the washing machine—cranking the dial to the heaviest wash and hottest water. Your head pounded and throbbed, the hangover headache worsening by the hour. 

The sheets spun around and around as water filled the drum, and you stared in a hypnotizing trance at the thick glass door, thinking about the list of to-do’s Rick had told you needed to be done in his absence.

  “… don’t forget the laundry, okay? Nobody wants to fuck a whore on a dirty bed. I left you something special on the nightstand,” he winked before bending down to kiss your cheek, his suitcase already tucked into the backseat after you packed it and placed it there yourself, “don’t do it all at once, it’s some pretty strong shit.”

  He waits for you to nod and he bites his lip, “be good, Tommy’s in charge for the next two weeks while I'm gone.”  

  He smirked half assed and flicked his sunglasses down onto the bridge of his nose, climbing into his car and reversing down the driveway. 

  A choked breath finally releasing from your lungs as his tires squeal on the black top.

A wave of nausea hits you from the sickening tickle of broken winged butterflies tumbling in your stomach at the way Rick had smiled at you. 

Making you wish bleach was edible. Maybe it would kill the butterflies, poisoning them from the inside, just as you had been. 

Rick wasn’t the big bad wolf of your life. That title was held to another man, one whose blood coursed through your own veins. Was he an upstanding hero type? Not at all, his wings were clipped like any other fallen angel. 

But he was right lastnight— he came to your aid at the time you desperately needed someone. And in a weird, sickening way, he had saved you. 

 If being “saved” meant going from one evil to another that is. 

You weren’t naive enough to think that you were dating. What Rick and you had was simple…cash register transaction, complete with the clinks and clanging bell noises. He provided you with shelter, kept your needs met, gave you a job. Your payment for such luxuries transpired behind closed doors. 

It wasn’t love, quite literally a situation formed on the grounds of a business deal.  But oh how foolish you were to think it was anything more than that in the beginning. 

  —

One black garbage bag. That’s all that was needed to collect your belongings, and it wasn’t even full. 

 “Do you really have to go?” Lolly’s wide eyes were full of tears, knobby knees tucked to her chin as she sat on your shared bed, watching you unpack drawers and slide a big silver ring over your thumb. 

You have always been strong for her. Protecting her from the evils that took place in this trailer. Sheltering her away when dad’s fist was looking for someone to blame after mom left. Bruises faded easy on your skin, and you’d take them again and again if it meant hers never had to be painted.  

  “Lover’s Lake isn’t that far, you could bike there.” your tone is nonchalant like you aren’t being torn to shreds from the inside out, and it’s taking everything in you to not break down in front of her. 

She sniffs loudly, “everyone leaves me.” 

The words break your heart, and you can practically feel the tissue ripping inside your chest. 

  “Mom, Molly, Pickles, and now you,” her lip quivers and the tears drop on the tops of her knees. 

  “That’s not true,” you tut, rubbing a hand down her back, “Pickles was probably a hundred years old when you found him. Even old Jimmy said that he’d been living here longer than anyone.” 

Deflecting with humor was something you picked up to have Lolly look on the bright side when things were worse for wear. But deep down you hurt just like she did. 

Molly would have been almost eleven now, and you hadn’t seen her since you were her age. You remembered her birthday was the 17th of July and still lit a candle on a gas station twinkie to celebrate it every year. 

  “You’ll get the entire room to yourself, that’s pretty cool Lolls, right?” 

She shrugs, wiping a tear away with a pink polished hand. 

You know it’s time to be serious. It’s time to warn her, to try to keep her safe while you aren’t under the same roof anymore.

Taking her hands in yours and squeezing you plead to her, “stay out of his way, don’t speak unless he asks, don’t stop going to school.”

Lolly opens her mouth to interrupt but you stop her with another pleading look. You had already left school last year, Dad claiming he needed you to help take care of things at home rather than “waste time at that fuckin’ place.”

  “Remember the treehouse in the woods, behind the grove of cedar trees by the big gray rock?” she nods silently, “…nobody knows it’s there but me and E—” your voice breaks on the first syllable of his name and you clear your throat, “it’s safe there,” you don’t tell her how you had made sure to stock the treehouse with her favorite things as a little escape for her. Magazines, cans of food with pull top lids, packaged sweets, your favorite nail polish, a warm blanket, pillow, flashlight etc… anything to keep her company to keep her safe. 

  “.. it’s kinda cozy.” 

The tip of your nose tickles and your throat feels heavy  as you try to swallow down sobs. Not here. She couldn’t see you that way. 

  “I'm not leaving because I want to… you know that, yeah?” 

Her little arms fling around your neck and she squeezes you as hard as an eight year old could, and you hold her tight, wishing you could morph together. 

The bedroom door flies open and the boom of your dad’s bark ricochets off every surface, breaking the sound barrier.  “Fuckin’ Christ Clove, you ready or what?” 

Lolly’s fingers grip you tighter and you hug her just as tight. You whisper quietly to her, “don’t cry in front of him, he doesn’t like it, I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

You let her go. 

Your own tears wetting your cheeks adding to your wet shoulder, but you smile through the pain of your heart breaking. 

Dad scoffs in the background, muttering under his breath something about how he’s not raising a bunch of fucking crybabies. 

His meaty hand grabs your wrist and yanks you upwards, the stench of unwashed armpits and a thick ash of his cigar fill your senses, drying your tears immediately. 

  “Let’s go!” he roars, “makin’ me look bad in front of the new client.” 

He looks around the room with shifty eyes, as if he might say something else, as if he might apologize for the bullshit you’ve had to go through, but when you’re a living breathing demon yourself, you don’t have a conscience, and he rubs his other hand over his balding head, rubbing the grease and gel further into his comb-overed scalp, “…don’t need him thinkin’ I’m a liar because you’re too goddamn selfish to be on time.” 

Your virginity, your innocence was traded to a new drug smuggler in Hawkins for the price of discounted dope. Bought like property, sold like cattle. 

Black plastic fisted hotly in your hand as you walked behind your dad’s crippled sway down the length of the hallway to the front door. 

The childhood home you had imagined leaving behind was blurring past you. The cracked windows, the creaky floors, ratty carpet that was barely glued together, the water stained tub with the leaking faucet. It was all going to be part of your past.

If only Lolly could fit. 

 Fit inside the one plastic garbage bag. 

The jagged chip in the corelle plate was keeping Eddie’s fingers occupied as Wayne’s girlfriend sniffled and quietly blew her nose, talking about the final days of him being alive. 

Cancer. Caught late and untreatable. He lived a whole year longer than what the doctor’s had expected him to, that alone was a miracle. 

Eddie was wrong. Wayne didn’t own a trailer or even live in Forest Hills. He had been renting a small apartment before he got sick and apparently had paid his rent in advance until the end of the year, giving Patty somewhere to stay while she cared for him and the comfort of not having to worry about making ends meet. 

Boxes labeled with loopy handwritten sharpie were stacked in the living room and leaning against the kitchen table that Eddie and Patty were sitting at along with half of a sandwich still sitting on her plate. 

She wipes her nose and shoves round glasses into her auburn graying hair, dotting her under eyes from another trickle of tears. 

Eddie felt bad for her, and maybe he would feel some sort of grief if he had known his uncle more than just the handful of times he had gotten to know him. He was embarrassed to say he couldn’t even remember what Wayne Munson really looked like. 

  “He was a great man, talked about you a lot,” she half whispered, picking at the crust of her sandwich, “always felt like he should have done..something.” 

Eddie didn’t accept pity, it was a Munson trait. So he did what he always did, brushed off any seriousness with a charmer’s smile. 

  “No worries ma’am, honestly, I- I managed just fine.” 

She nods and reaches into the front pocket of her apron, her voice meek and hesitant, “I have everything packed. The crematorium opens on Monday, appointment’s at ten.”

A brass key twinkles between her fingers, “I have a sister out in California… with Wayne gone I don’t,” her voice warbles and she looks around the apartment, “…there’s nothing here for me, anymore.” 

A soft wrinkled hand slides towards Eddie as Patty leans forward on the chair, the key scratching against the wooden table top. 

Eddie smiles softly, knowing the feeling of not being able to stay after tragedy strikes. And from the sound of it Patty deserved a quiet life. 

She explained that he had until December to figure out what should happen with the apartment, but everything else was already put into motion. Maybe he could even find someone to sublet the place until then. 

Her soft eyes still wet as her lips tremble, “you’re more than welcome to go through the boxes and take what you need before the folks down at the Salvation Army load everything up.”

  “When do you leave?” he asks after taking a sip of unsweetened iced tea. 

Patty folds her hands and smiles for the first time since Eddie had knocked on the door, “Greyhound leaves this afternoon.” 

Four loads of sheets were folded and heaped into a basket that was on the verge of tipping over in the back seat of your car. The Diet Coke you bought at the Spin n’ Dry left your stomach grumbling more than it had before you slurped the carbonated drink down in a few gulps. 

With a knock of your hip into your driver's door it slammed home, the noise rattling your brain like a jug of shaken pop. Hangover still ringing loud between your ears.

The world’s darkest sunglasses couldn’t have shaded away the blinding rays of the sun, the heat felt like it was cooking your skin, making your temples and upper lip drip with sweat, an unusually warm day in the middle of May. 

You didn’t recognize the plates on the motorcycle you had parked next to. Definitely not from Indiana. But maybe Wendy’s boyfriend finally got out of prison in Ohio? or was it Colorado?

In desperate need for a shower, you hoist your purse strap higher on your shoulder. Only having a few hours before you needed to clock in at the club, you didn’t have time to take a nap, or grab something to eat. 

You could delegate your tasks to someone else but most of the girls had other jobs during the daylight hours. The only one wrapped up day and night in the club was you. 

  -

The apartment building you resided in had a shared water heater between the 6 units, meaning that hot water was scarce. But you were used to the unpredictable temperature of the water, and on this sweltering day you were glad when the water hit your back like icy daggers.

Like the bleach, it was an odd comfort. 

The cool water jarred you awake a little, allowing your senses to come back to you after a night of inebriation, god knows you needed it. 

Working shampoo through your hair you mentally check off things you’d completed, and everything else to be done for tonight’s shift. 

 Laundry ✔️ 

Set up testing appointments ✔️ 

Inventory ✔️ 

Restock napkins 

Advertise for Ginger’s position

Call Kenny 

Saturday’s were nickel wing night, and that brought with it a crowd of regulars and the occasional out of towners looking for a hot meal, and the typical extras that Queen’s offered.

Tommy had the brilliant idea last year that the girls would dress up in angel wings with halos or devil horns with a spiked tail to replicate the sauce of sweet or spicy wings the kitchen served.  As miserable as it was to trot around dressed like a she devil, the tips on saturday nights were good, even if you left with greasy BBQ sauce fingerprints on your skin. 

Tilting the devil horns into submission atop your head the plastic cherry red pleasers hung by the straps from your painted fingers as you click the front door locked with your keys and shuffle with slippered feet down the stairs. 

Your purse jingled and clanked around as you descended down the steps. A shift at the club meant you could never be too sure on what you might need. Barrettes, an extra pair of panties, hair pick, bobby pins, mascara, lip liner, lotion, tylenol, icy hot for Jolene and the most important of all, an unlabeled package left on a nightstand. 

The sidewalk scuffed the rubber bottom soles of your slippers as you walked to the parking lot. A throat cleared loudly followed by a voice saying your name. First, middle and last. 

A voice you’d recognize in heaven or hell. His voice. 

He was standing next to what you now realized was his motorcycle, of course the out of state plates made sense. His jaw was pressed into a tight clench, a Marlboro dangling from his ringed hand. 

Eddie looked different with the sun’s ray on him compared to the haunting neon lights from the club. They colored his hair a pretty caramel swirled in coffee tendriled curls. Standing next to him you finally comprehended how much taller he was, but when the cheshire cat like smile broke across his face you found it hard not to smile back but you managed not to. 

 The scowl on your face sets him back. Hurt riddling his chest. Your eyebrows pinched the same way they used to but it was never a look that he saw very often, at least not towards him. 

Your face was scarred, but beneath all the difference and the makeup he’d never seen you wear, he still could see that girl. His best friend. 

 You roll your eyes and turn away from him, stomping quick to your car and shoving the key into the lock, still not finding it easy to look in his eyes, “stalking is illegal in Indiana.” 

His nose rumbles with a wrecked laugh, blowing smoke from his nostrils and he chuckles, “didn’t know you lived here.” 

  “Sure,” you say over your shoulder in an annoyed huff, “you just happen to show up at my work and now at my apartment. Totally by accident, or is this your bullshit idea of fate?” 

He opens his mouth to speak and you cut him off before he can utter a word, “.. that was rhetorical, I don’t want your answer.” 

  “Looks like you got your license after all.” 

You know what he’s referring to, and you hate the way a smile spreads against your lips. He was trying to break your shell, not knowing it was rock hard and super glued shut.

His olive branch is stretched out again, arm aching from the strenuous amount of leaves and offerings, but it quickly catches fire from the embers harbored in your stare when you whip around to face him. 

  “Well I’m not sixteen anymore, and I definitely didn’t need your help getting it.”

His face falls, “Cl—..” 

You cut him off again, “I gotta go, I have a million things to do before we open tonight and you’re wasting my ti—”

This time he’s interrupting, talking fast to avoid your annoyed pouts, “can we talk, please? I’ll expl—”

You both might be older but the bickering between you could mimic teenagers, neither of you letting the other finish a sentence. 

Rage pours through you like lava, hot angry and red. The wave of hurt it’s riding on stabs like a knife. “I don’t…goddamnit, I don’t have time for this Eddie!” 

You look at him letting his warm eyes capture yours and you notice how handsome he’s gotten, how his features fit him well, but it doesn’t stop you from delivering the hurt you were feeling for years, “… and most importantly I don’t want to make time for you.”

You spin on your slippered heel. Shoving down the burning ache of regret and possibly vomit from your pounding headache. 

Fuck this, and FUCK him. 

Somewhere between the haste of needing to flee and fumbling with your keys, your bag tumbles to the ground, scattering your belongings all over the asphalt. 

Eddie reaches down to pick up your things the same time you swing your door open hard, and in a comical blur the door connects with his bent head knocking him flat on his ass. 

You gasp and he hisses through his teeth, mumbling curse words and rubbing his forehead.

Stifling a giggle you tuck your lips behind your teeth as you bend at the waist to look at him, your fingers fly to his head trying to pry his hands away.  

  “Are you..” 

  “Don’t laugh,” Eddie fake grumbles, a wide smile on his lips, “don’t you dare..”

You bite your lip to stop giggling, “‘m not...let me— oh c’mon, let me see it.” 

Finally getting his fingers from his head you’re able to take a look at the small cut above his eyebrow. 

  “Jesus Christ Slick, when did you learn to box?”

You’re both laughing now, falling so easily in sync again it was making your head spin. And for the first time in a long time, you let your guard slip. 

His palm is braced against his head, holding the growing goose egg he was sure to get.

  “Please,” you mutter between raspberry blown lips, “I’ve never fought anyone, not with you arou—”

You look at him when your sentence falls flat. Both of you knowing that Eddie’s fists got into more fights defending you than himself. Trailer trash or not, he wasn’t about to let Hawkins jockstrap wearers treat you like dog shit. 

 Eddie winces when your fingers graze over the small gash by his outer brow, “how bad is it killer?” 

  “Remember when you tripped over your own feet playing hide-n’-seek in the cemetery?” 

Eddie snorted through his nose at the memory, “you mean when you had to give me a piggyback ride back home?” 

  “I forgot that part… this isn’t nearly as bad, maybe a tenth of that.” 

You dig through the remaining stuff in your purse, finding the small tin full of bandaids and neosporin you kept for blisters. “Should have taken you to the ER that night.” 

Thumbing through the collection, you find a suitable sized bandage. 

  “Yeah,” Eddie scoffs, “I’m sure Al would’ve loved gettin’ that bill in the mail.” 

His eyes meet yours and you notice the pool of childhood fear bubbling to the surface. Years have come and gone since then, but one never really forgets the pain from those days… How could you when the evidence was scarred into your skin? 

You shut your eyes and shake your head as you peel the slicked backing from the bandaid— a yellow cartoon background with Mario and Luigi. 

Eddie gives you a look with a cocked eyebrow and you shrug, moving his bangs back from his face so you could get a good look at the cut. 

His hair is surprisingly soft like french silk. You wonder if his girlfriend buys special shampoo for him meant for curly hair.

Placing the sticky bandage against his cream colored skin, you rub the seams of the bandaid with your thumbs so it’ll stay in place. His breath fans across your forearms, and he watches in silence at your first aid handiwork. 

You haven’t been this close to Eddie in years. It shouldn’t be weird, it shouldn’t feel awkward to touch someone’s forehead. The same someone you had shared a bed with more times than you could even count. But this was different, you were kids, teens then, now you were both adults. Living completely separate lives. 

Clapping your hands in a wiping motion you unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth, “there, good as new.” 

He pushes his hands on the pavement and stands up, as you pick up the rest of your things, tossing them absentmindedly into your purse. 

“Thanks doc,” he breathes, clearing his throat, “I don’t mean to be a dick.. don’t hit me again, but are you wearing horns?” 

You scoff and look up at him. He stands tall above you, and you actually take notice of what he’s wearing. Black boots and a light wash of denim jeans, a navy and brown patterned flannel fit snug against his arms, rolled to his elbows. 

He looks like a grown man, no longer a trailer park boy with holes in his jeans and stolen sneakers on his feet. 

 A large hand is extended down to you and you take it, his right your left, the two tattoos aligning for the first time in what seems like forever. 

When you stand to your full height he’s still inches taller than you are, and where your noses used to be practically at the same level, yours barely hits him in the chest now. 

  “Does Hawkins celebrate Halloween in May now?” 

You shake your head and let out a sad sigh, “it’s umm.. it’s for work.” 

You’re embarrassed that you have to explain to your old friend that you have a job that requires you to dress like a slut, that your ass literally paid for your car, that since he left your life turned upside down for the worst. Your cheeks are hot and you pick at the polish on your nails. 

  “Oh,” his voice grows small, “that’s…”

  “…yeah.” 

You’re praying for a miracle, for lightning to strike, or a car to backfire— anything, to have this awkward conversation die. 

You don’t have to wait long. 

“Well,” Eddie exhales, swinging his arms, “since you beat me up in my first twenty four hours of being home, I think you owe it to me to let me take you for a cup of coffee,” he smirks, fingers gliding over the bandage and shaking his hair back into place. 

Home. 

A common word that had held no meaning to you, but with Eddie here standing in the flesh, breathing the same air and staring down at you—the four letters felt colossal, and it made your stomach flip. 

  “I don’t like coffee.” 

Eddie’s smile falls. The small glint of hope in his eyes dimmed out like a burnt lightbulb. Leaves on his olive branch curled and charred next to your embers.

Keys jingle in his pocket with his hung head and he fumbles with his words.

  “Sure, yeah.. sorry. I just wanted to..” his shoulders sag, “it’s been a long time, Clove.” 

You stare blankly at him. Whatever wind was in his sails was snuffed out by you, and you fucking hated yourself for that. All you wanted to do was scream in his face. 

Tell him yeah, it has been a long time because he left you. He was the one who skipped town in the middle of the night. It was him who left nothing but— goddamnit… his doe eyes could convince a nun to rob a bank, hopefully you don’t end up regretting this..

  “Do you like wings?” 

  —

  “Okay easy! Easy!” 

  “I got it, calm down!” 

  “The van’s top heavy y'know? This fucker will flip like that.” Eddie says snapping his fingers, his other hand was gripped right on the ‘oh shit’ handle knuckles glaring  white. 

Eddie did it. Between working weekends at Z’s shop and saving whatever nickel and dime he had, he finally saved up enough cash to buy the shitty brown van the Templeton’s had for sale in the front of their trailer. 

The windshield was cracked, the passenger door was permanently locked shut. But to Eddie it was a means of escape, a venture that Al Munson had no say in, it was dirty and the seats were mouse bitten and full of dust. It was paradise.

  “Just ease into the parking lot, try not to hit anyone..” a smirk catches the corner of his lip, “but if you do, aim for  Higgin’s sedan.” 

This wasn’t your first time driving Eddie’s beloved vehicle, usually you practiced on the open highway, turning onto gravel and coasting with Eddie’s hand waving out the window, but today he thought it’d be good for you to drive in town.

You were nervous, never really having to maneuver through vehicles or watch for anything more than a scared rabbit from the tall ditch weed, driving in town was wracking every nerve to the highest meter. 

  “Eddie, uh, how do I park? There aren’t any lines.” 

He mouths around a cigarette, pointing lazily with his forefinger, “here’s fine, just whip her in there.” 

The van comes to an abrupt halt, and the grinding sound of metal on metal groans loudly. You sit wide eyed and breathing heavily, foot still on the brake. The cigarette from Eddie’s mouth falls on his lap. 

What would have been a normal ass chewing and possibly a slap to the back of the head from your dad, is only met with a grin from your bestfriend. 

He reaches over and throws the gear shift into park. And coaxes your hands from their death grip on the steering wheel. 

Fear riddles through your body and you stutter an apology, “I’m sorry Eddie! I’ll pay for it!” he says your name but you ignore him, “how— however much it is! I swear! I’ll—”

A hand clamps tight over your mouth and your eyes well with tears, ready to flood over the dam of your eyelashes. 

“Clove, stop…it's fine,” his eyes plead for you to believe him but you don’t, your mouth keeps moving against his hand so he holds your face gently with both hands, “I swear, it’s not a big deal.. alright? You think I care about the paint job on this big lug o’ shit? C’mon, scoot over.” 

 You move across the center counsel and back into the heaping pit of whatever Eddie thought was necessary to keep back there. His long legs scramble and tangle up in the steering wheel before he’s sitting comfortably behind the driver’s seat and you crawl to the passenger side, wiping at your eyes. 

  “‘m hungry, you?” 

Of course you were, the box of scalloped potatoes you made for supper last night ended up being crunchy and watery. The last pieces of bread went to make Lolly a mayo and cheese sandwich. The potato monstrosity ended up feeding the strays, and your belly grumbled ever since. 

 “Not really,” you lied. 

 Eddie shrugs and throws the van in reverse, wincing as the van groaned against the rear fender of Jonathan Byers’ olive colored car. 

 “Don’t worry,” he lies, “he won't even notice.” 

  —

The powdered gas station donuts left a white film of sugar on your lips. Yoo-hoo dripped down Eddie’s chin as he took another long swig, biting the rope of a Twizzlers in half. 

 Eddie had spread a flannel blanket he had “borrowed” on the floor in the back of his van, and you both climbed in amongst the trash and nonsense to enjoy a sugary breakfast. 

The crinkled white donette’s wax paper is tossed behind him carelessly and he reaches for a second bottle of Yoo-hoo. “So much better than first period, McCannon  can suck a fat one.” 

 You wipe your lips on the back of your hand, “I kinda like History, it’s interesting.” 

 Eddie snorts, “you like History because you’re hot for teacher.” 

 Mr. James McCannon was good looking,  but that’s not what made you interested in his class. He was your roundabout, average middle aged family man.

 A father, a husband, a friend, a coach, an employee—but most importantly, he was respected, put together, polished. 

 He probably taught his kids to play catch, took family vacations to some National Park, and without a doubt, his lawn was more than likely manicured in a way that looked magazine ready at all times. 

 His wife brought his lunch in a brown paper sack, toting along a thermos which you imagined would be filled with a creamy tomato soup or maybe coffee. She always had their toddler in tow. A smiling little cutesy thing, sparkling eyes and dressed to the nines. She too was an average American woman, cookie cut and baked to perfection— still that wasn’t what drove you to like his class. 

 It came down to something rather simple. You were jealous. 

 Seeing a father be so loving and caring for his own child, excited to see the young kid and always giving a kiss to her little cheeks, it drove you mad. The way his eyes lit up when his little family knocked on the door, the way they seemed so fucking happy— made you yearn for normalcy. 

 Because your life would never be like theirs. 

 Guaranteed little Kelly McCannon didn’t get cigars flicked into her face whenever her dad felt like she deserved it. She probably would never have to care for a sibling like a parent, never have to rummage through couch cushions in search of loose change to buy a gallon of milk. 

 She would never know the gut wrenching feeling of having her mother pack up only one of their siblings and disappear into the night, never to be seen again. 

 So the answer was no— you weren’t in love with Mr. McCannon. You were completely enthralled that he was a good person, a doting father, and that more than likely— never in your lifetime or the next, would you experience the bond of unconditional love from a parent, probably not from anyone. 

 Scowling, and burying the sadness of the truth, you shove his arm, “you’re hogging all the Yoo-hoo.” 

 He laughs, leaning forward and handing the glass bottle over. The dark blues and purples around his eye from last week were now shaded to a gross jaundice-like color, much like the fingerprints on your arms. 

 Eddie stays quiet for a while, watching you nibble your breakfast, taking small sips at the chocolate drink. He picks at his jeans, fraying the holes wider, his knuckles still swollen from Tommy’s chin. 

 A fight he’d gladly start again if he ever caught that son of a bitch trying to— Eddie shook his head, he’d fucking kill him, plain and simple. 

Your lip was still split, and he had spent an hour picking gravel out of your palm while you sat on his bathroom counter. Snotty nose and tears flowing from your eyes. 

 It was probably then— he realized, or maybe it was years earlier when you were both younger. But right now sitting across from you in the dingy air of his van, Eddie is sure he’s never seen anyone look more beautiful.

The rolling feeling in his gut he got whenever he couldn’t fix what was making you sad, when you came to school with new bruises on your skin unable to stay awake in class, the countless times you had snuck out and showed up at his window in the middle of the night when things got really bad— it all came to fruition, like a lightbulb going off in his brain. 

You meant more to him than anyone in his life, he’d  protect you with his own life if he had to. You were all he ever needed.

He knew at thirteen, and he knew now. When he thought of the word love, he thought of you.

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[yazthebookish]

This might be a bit long but the Gwynriel Reddit thread inspired me to let my thoughts flow about Gwyn and Azriel.

P.s. this will include some HOFAS spoilers.

I've said this before but SJM choosing to end Azriel's chapter with Gwyn is a choice. It's the beginnings and the endings of a chapter that authors tend to put a lot of thought into—so her ending the chapter which felt like her nudging readers' to Gwyn's direction is intentional.

Gwyn was not just a random addition, given their interactions throughout ACOSF their scene in the bonus chapter didn't feel out of place (even if readers' didn't expect to see her in it).

People try to invalidate the bonus chapter as much as they can but HOFAS had proved once again that they are important and canon (though I do think SJM and her publisher need to include these in the main books because they are crucial).

"You depend so much on a bonus chapter that a lot of readers don't have access to"

True but that doesn't mean the next book can't fill in the blanks because Azriel and Gwyn were already interacting in ACOSF, so having that romantic development in the next book (and the possible reveal that they're mates) + ON PAGE will still make it up for the readers that never read the bonus chapter. Like, CC4 will definitely bring up the fact that Ruhn and Lidia got married (despite it happening in a bonus).

I always considered the bonus chapter as a teaser for what will happen in the next book, Sarah confirmed she sprinkled little crumbs and I quote "I want to hear all your theories after you read the book and his [Azriel's] bonus scene, the crumbs have all been scattered, little bread crumbs everywhere" and it will keep readers guessing until the next book is out. So you won't know for sure how relevant or significant the bonus chapter is and the crumbs she scattered until you read the next book.

With that being said, Gwyn's cameo in the bonus chapter didn't come without some interesting clues: Azriel's shadows didn't warn him she was around, they were curious about her and she smiled at them, they danced and sang around her, Azriel revealed he sings because she asked, she thanked him with a smile and he felt settled even his shadows calmed.

We never saw his shadows react to anyone the way they did with Gwyn. They seem drawn to her, they danced, they sang, and while there are many theories about it but I absolutely do think if the shadows would be drawn to someone it would be Azriel's mate.

"Azriel and Gwyn had no romantic development and he didn't think about kissing her and all that"

But did every SJM couple start that way? No. And someone expressing the desire to kiss and hook up with someone is not always an indication of endgame (I can count multiple couples who kissed but weren't endgame).

The crumbs we had of them in ACOSF sets the groundwork for a romantic relationship to build in the next book—because who doesn't want to read about them both falling in love on page?

And yes, Sarah is capable of writing a love story from scratch in a single book (e.g., Tower of Dawn). Another example is how ACOMAF started with Feyre being in love with Tamlin and halfway through she started to really fall in love with Rhys.

The whole Azriel/Elain/Lucien triangle is messy as it is, so I don't think SJM would turn it into a square by inserting Gwyn. SJM could've chose not to give Gwyn and Azriel any ties in any way whether it was him rescuing her, him training the Valkyries, and again, including her in his own bonus chapter (hell even her boss:guardian Clotho made an appearance).

But she did and based on her pattern with her male love interests in particular, she doesn't really insert a new female or have females fight over the male love interest. I don't ever see Elain and Gwyn fight over Az, each might have an issue with Az on their own but do I see them argue with each other over Azriel? Absolutely not.

And if you look at the sequence of the scenes in his chapter, it gives a better idea of how it was planned:

1. Starts with Azriel reflecting on his loneliness while everyone left.

2. Elain shows up and they interact, Azriel gives her the necklace and they almost kiss.

3. Rhysand interferes and Az stops the kiss and tells Elain it was a mistake.

4. Az and Rhys argue and ends with Rhys ordering him to stay away from Elain and dismissing him.

5. Az leaves to the House of Wind wanting to work off the frustration but finds that Gwyn already occupied the training ring.

6. Gwyn and Az interact and he leaves the scene feeling settled down and his shadows calmed.

7. He wakes up, goes to the River House and finds Elain's necklace, he pockets it with the intention of returning it to the shop after the snowball fight.

8. Instead of the shop, he goes to the library to ask Clotho to give the gift to Gwyn and refuses to leave with it.

9. Going back and forth, Clotho eventually agrees and said she will tell Gwyn a friend gave it to her and she thanks Az for the joy it will bring to Gwyn.

10. Az leaves but the mention of Gwyn's joy sparked something in him that it brought a slight smile to his face, he buried the image in his chest where it glows quietly.

Both interactions with Elain and Rhys ended with him feeling miserable, but both interactions with Gwyn and Clotho ended with him feeling lighter and better—and to me that shows me how intentional SJM was with creating these parallels (including the shadows skittered back vs the shadows danced and sang).

Instead of Gwyn and Clotho we could've had Mor or Nesta or Amren, but SJM chose Gwyn and Clotho. Like, it could've ended after Rhys's argument but again, it's a writer's choice.

That's why no matter how many times I reread ACOSF my mind doesn't change much because SJM is not that subtle.

[yzashaven]

✰ ━━━ scara brain rot <3

FEATURING scaramouche x fem!reader

WARNINGS dom!scaramouche, overstimulation, squirting, cunnilingus, rough sex, degradation, praising, choking

NOTE listening to chase atlantic at 2am made me feel things whdbyw anyways here's some scara smut cuz why not? not proofread, just typed out what my brain is thinking fr

"want more of that, don't you?" he says teasingly as he gazes down on your tired figure on his bed, where you've been for the past hour as he's been toying with you nonstop. to his question, you respond with weak whimpers instead of full sentences. "yes... more, p-please- ah~" he cuts you off with a sudden lick on your swollen clit, followed by more movements of his tongue at your sensitive area. inserting two of his long fingers, making you moan louder for him. "fuuuckk, you really are such an adorable little slut for me, huh?" he chuckles in a seductive way, " i'll never get tired of playing with you, my love." he says before focusing back on your pussy in front of him. having his fingers knuckle deep in you accompanied by his lips sucking lovingly on your clit to drive you crazy until all you can think about is him. after a few seconds, you feel your high coming. "go on, cum on my face. i know you want to, sooo badly. i'll indulge you this once." scara's voice husky as he helps you reach the feeling of pleasure you crave and squirt all over him. scara chuckles and gets up as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

still calming down from the intense climax, you close your eyes and try to catch your breath as your heart beats faster than ever. a few moments later, you feel his hands on your thighs, spreading them apart as he easily slipped inside your soaking wet cunt. "shit, you're still so wet for me, my love." he says with a small laugh and pushes himself the furthest possible. you moan out loud as he's deep inside of you, you can definitely feel where it's at. pulling all the way back before slamming himself into you again. he basically folds you in half and kisses you in a gentle manner as his hand cups your cheek lovingly, all the while slowly thrusting in and out of your hole. slowly but surely picking up the pace as he pulls away from your heated kiss to watch your reactions as he pounds his worries away into you. "such a whore." he comments at your already fucked out state. "g-gonna... cum- mmh! ah~" once scara heard your words, his hand made it's way to your neck, not even hesitating to start choking you. but don't worry, he loves you so much so he'll stop when he has to...he won't choke you to death <3

"wanna cum? all over my cock?" he says with that hot as hell deep voice, "beg for it. you know you want to." and so you did. with the best you could, you begged and begged him to let you cum as he continued to fuck you senseless, watching closely how your body reacts to his movements along with your facial expressions. he laughs at your begging, but not in that way- he just finds it cute~ "cum on my cock like the good girl you are then." your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your body spasms as the feeling of euphoric pleasure take over. after a few seconds, he spills his own seed deep inside you, making you whimper as the warm feeling gets to you. removing his hand from your neck, he pulls out gently, looking in awe at your dripping cunt then turning his gaze to you, giving you a sweet smile. "you're so pretty... especially like this." he says before kissing your forehead, your cheek, and then your lips. "i love you, my dearest."

"now, let's continue, 'til the break of dawn. i want more and more of you, come here."