#and the rest were either closed or said no

[vanillakook]

DOPAMINE (PT. 1) ꔫ - JJK

synopsis: mingyu’s little sister has a question for jungkook

parings: brothersbestfriend!jk x fem!reader

warnings: dirty talk and explicit language, dom!jk, sneaking around, car sex, oral sex, (f. receiving), tones of corruption, self masturbation, guided masturbation, established crush/unrequited love, sexual tension, slow burn sort of, reader and jk already have a great relationship, touch her you die trope, brothers best friend trope, big!muscley!jungkook obv, might be a series?! im just saying stuff now?!!

“can you make me cum?”

usually when you asked jungkook for a favor it was for a few bucks or when you needed a ride somewhere. so he was trying to make sense of what he was just asked. he blinked. once, then twice, then a third. he blinked until his eyesight finally got back to seeing one of you, and not five. he blinked at you, who just so happened to be his best friends younger sister. kim mingyu’s younger sister.

“what?”

“can you– are you really going to make me repeat it?” your lips pursed and your manicured hands went up to rest on your hips. you lowered your voice before asking again, “i said… can you make me cum.” you said more of as a demand now, making his tip leak a bit. the kitchen you both resided in felt like it was closing in on him.

“i’ll just pretend i didn’t hear that, and you pretend you didn’t say it, cool?” jungkook just shook his head with a laugh. as his footsteps moved back towards the garage where mingyu and the rest of his friends were hanging out, you followed after. as he put his hand on the knob to exit the kitchen, he stood there when your voice began flowing through him again.

“i won’t tell him. promise, it’ll be between us koo.” your voice lowered.

“where is this even coming from?”

your eyes squint. “a girl just asked you to make her cum and that’s what you’re worried about? i need help!” liar. help with what exactly? because he’s heard you. you like to play with yourself in the dead of night when you think everyone’s sleeping. this would actually be the perfect opportunity for jungkook to tell you to keep it down. you should be grateful for your family of heavy sleepers. he hears you plunging your fingers into that sweet pussy, always making the sound fall into a pattern with your staggered moans. he’d be lying to himself if he claimed it wasn’t the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard.

but enough of that, you were very off limits.

“no, a girl, actually my best friends little sister, is asking me to make her cum.” he tilted his head in that sarcastic manner that he’s been annoying you with since you were children.

“come on,” you rolled your eyes and popped your leg out. “i already told you i wouldn’t tell him. it’s a favor, you do me favors all the time, what’s wrong with this one?” oh you were serious. his best friends little sister wanted to get fucked by him. jungkook had enough on his plate as is.

“sexual favors?”

“you always tell me you’ll do anything for me, no matter what it is, no questions asked. and now you’re asking questions.”

jungkook couldn’t even hold his laughter until this end of your sentence. he let out a deep and heavy sigh. he wiped his hand over his face, cock strained and heart racing. “why are you asking me this y/n? out of all people?” he should have never asked that question either.

you sulked against the kitchen counter. “i was with this guy last night– what?” jungkook was already giving you the stink eye. just like your brother he was highly protective of you. guys knew not to fuck you over since you had two guys who were ready to step about you. yet whereas mingyu’s protectiveness was more so on the brotherly side, jungkook’s leaned toward a possessive nature. jungkook knew he couldn’t have you due to… circumstances. but that didn’t mean anyone else could.

he shook his thoughts away. “continue.”

“okay… well i’m just so tired of hooking up with people and being let down– i just– i think im broken or something. i can’t cum!” you threw your hands up. “like okay, yes i can make myself cum, but i can’t cum at the hands of someone else. and–and– last night that guy told me i was the problem. you’re mad because you can’t make me cum?” you stopped yourself before you yapped the man’s head off.

“stop fucking guys with trash dick.”

jungkook has been telling you to stop messing around with little boys that don’t do anything for you. you definitely weren’t the problem, and he was going to find the guy who said that bullshit. it wasn’t your fault they didn’t know what they were doing.

“hence why i want you to fuck me.”

“yeah?” he said, slowly, and slightly more raunchy than intended. “and how do you know my dick is good?” even more raunchy than he intended. he matched your stance, leaning against the counter and folding his arms across his chest. the tattoos covering his arm and bicep taunted you, making your panties pool with something hot.

jungkook knew he was a goddamn stud. he had every girl across campus lining up to try it for themselves. including most of your own friends. you sort of hated it, considering people would only get close to you to either fuck jungkook or your brother. most times you already knew why a girl was speaking to you, shit even most guys. you almost made business cards with mingyu and jungkook’s numbers on there just for people to leave you alone. however you weren’t this innocent little thing that jungkook and your brother made you out to be. you knew jungkook could make a girl come, you knew he could fuck. you’ve only ever heard good things. you’d rather hookup with someone who you knew was good rather than a random who you’d have to guess with and end up being wrong. yeah, that’s what it was. someone had to convince you that you weren’t the problem and he was perfect for the job. he knew how to navigate a body, from what you’ve heard.

you gulped. “i’ve just… i’ve heard things. and i’d rather it be you that makes me cum than another random.”

“what did you hear?”

“you’re asking so many questions yet still can’t answer my one and only for you?”

“jeon! get your ass in here!” a muffled voice called through all the laughter. the voice which could be identified as jaehyun’s made you and jungkook’s jump a total of ten feet apart. this conversation alone made him feel guilty although you were doing nothing wrong. you didn’t even realize how close you had been drifting to one another. but if anyone knew what obscene things were coming out of your mouth right now you’d both be screwed, so maybe he was guilty.

“look y/n… you know you can ask me for anything and i’ll give it to you, but this? no. one hundred percent no.” he hated to tell you no. he didn’t want to tell you no, but in this instance he had to deny your wants. it would be cutting it way too close. he didn’t live with you guys, but he was pretty much integrated into the family with how much he was there. your parents saw him as their son. he even saw your family as his own. although jungkook could never deny the attraction he’s felt for you while growing up and even today. so he couldn’t ruin you like that. you practically grew up together, he’s seen you through every phase of your life. including the one you were in now, at twenty one years old and in your wild college phase. he couldn’t be so ruthless and dirty with someone he holds at such a high regard. he could treat the daughter of his second family like that. what he did to women in bed was–

“is it really a no? or a not right now?” you still egged on, snapping him from his thoughts.

he said nothing. the silence between the both of you had been loud, raking your eyes across each other before jungkook tugged himself away and opened the door finally. you were out of sight now and no longer disturbing his being. he stepped over beer bottles and other miscellaneous items scattered across the floor as his friends welcomed him back with a loud uproar. he tried to enter back into the group and wipe his mind of that question you asked, but nothing worked. all he could think about was that cute pout on your lips while you begged him to fuck you. he just had zero shame huh, getting hard to the thought of you right in front of mingyu’s face.

so now jungkook had a problem. you were like an itch that he couldn’t scratch and it was now bleeding into his everyday activities. he couldn’t go anywhere he knew you’d be. which was with mingyu, in mingyu’s home, going to his and mingyu’s university. so now it was to where he was avoiding his own best friend. he couldn’t be in the same atmosphere with you right now. he didn’t know what would transpire if he was alone with you again, especially in that kitchen. that kitchen where he could bend you over that marble and show you how you were supposed to be pleasured. he couldn’t avoid you for long though, especially not when mingyu was blowing his phone up in the middle of his workout set.

he immediately dropped the weights, slamming them slightly to take the call. “what’s up?”

“you ignoring me kookie?” mingyu cooed through the speaker in a whine. “i miss you, who are you with? you’re fucking someone aren’t you? it’s serious?” mingyu went on and on like the possessive girlfriend he acted like.

it was actually the opposite. he was trying not to fuck someone.

“just studying for finals baby, you know i can’t get rid of you.” he played into it.

“better be,” he started again. “but hey… could you do me a favor and pick y/n up? she’s at some shitty frat party.” he started. by the sound of a girls laughter in the background, it was evident mingyu definitely could pick you up himself, if jihyo wasn’t with him. mingyu’s long term fuck buddy and borderline girlfriend. at least when they finally confessed their love for each other. is it really still friends with benefits if both of you haven’t been with anyone else in over a year, go on dates, and established that you’d kill the other if they did as much as look as another person? eh what did jungkook know though?

“and why can’t you?” mingyu could picture jungkook in his upset dad stance right now.

“because jihyo’s showing me something.” he murmured. jungkook wasn’t stupid. he heard her shuffle to her knees. “plus she’s uh– she’s closer to you, i checked her location.”

“yeah yeah i got her, can you just hang up, don’t wanna hear your ass getting head.” he joked while slipping his car keys into his sweats.

“whatever. anyways cod and beers soon? i miss you. pretty sure y/n does too.”

jungkook choked on his spit. “hell yeah, i’ll stay over for a bit after i grab her.”

the line went dead and jungkook mentally cursed himself for accepting this favor. now he had to last a whole car ride with you. jeon jungkook who fucked circles around girls couldn’t even trust himself to not cream his pants when sitting next to you. just perfect. when he pulled up in front of the party you were already standing outside and ready. your arms were wrapped around your body, occasionally pulling at your tiny dress when it would rise above your thighs. you could do nothing but smirk when you watched jungkook’s sleek car roll up on you. he rolled the window down, tipping his head back and gesturing you over to the car.

“well what a pleasant surprise.” you slurred. he leaned over and pulled the passenger side door open, watching you climb in. “where’s my brother? jihyo i’m guessing?” you loved jihyo personally. she was slowly integrated into your family more and more. not only was she good for your brother but fun to hang out with. at the end of the day your brother was a man, therefore he couldn’t tell that that woman wanted him in a way that wasn’t just being friends with benefits.

“where are you coming from?” he ignored your question. he scoffed even, looking you up and down and taking in the tiny dress you wore.

“a guy invited me to this party, he ended the night making out with some sorority bitch, i ended it at the drink table.” oh jungkook could tell.

“i keep telling you about these little boys y/n, they don’t know what to do with a woman.”

“okay well it sounds like you do.”

“right.”

the alcohol was strong in your system, ready to start speaking for you. you made yourself comfortable, shifting your body towards him and giving him a look that was heightened by sin. he needed you to stop. to stop looking at him like that, fuck he needed you to stop looking like that. he could see you from the corner of his eye, batting your lashes, smiling drunkenly at him… at his strained cock. “so if i wasn’t mingyu’s sister? would you then?” your velvety voice asked. it was obvious you didn’t care, you never considered mingyu for a minute. you weren’t the one that would be in trouble here, you didn’t have anything to care about. there was something disgustingly hot about it. it was wrong and fucked up.

“would i do what?” he was just as wrong for making you tell him how you wanted him to take you. “got this dirty mouth all of a sudden so let me hear you say it.”

“you know… how you fuck all of those other girls.” you shrugged. “sloppy and raw, skin to skin and stuff.” your words went straight to his cock, hard and aching for a girl he wasn’t supposed to be thinking about like that. who the fuck told you this? who taught you this? you weren’t supposed to be coming to him with vulgar language, he was supposed to be filling you with it. someone had gotten to you first all because jungkook cared about hurting his best friend. and that was your example? sloppy and raw was nothing compared to how he’d fuck you.

“you know why we can’t do this?”

“i know why i just don’t care. my brother this, my brother that.” that mouth that you had on you? you were asking for it weren’t you? he’d been letting you off the hook too much recently. if you kept going at him like this he wouldn’t give a fuck about mingyu anymore, he’d show you exactly what he did to brats that think they’re high and mighty.

“right smart ass, but wrong.” he pulled up at a red light, the color bouncing off of both of you and painting your skin a lustful red. he turned to see you were already staring, at his lips, back to his eyes, then his prominent dick print that you just couldn’t pry your eyes from. “eyes up here.” he lifted your chin up with his finger, his finger that turned into the entirety of his hand being wrapped around your throat. “i know you won’t tell. but i respect your brother, i respect your family. get over this little crush that you have.”

get over him? get over him when he was touching you like this? you were melting, this felt surreal. this was surreal. it wasn’t a lot, just a hand around your throat but holy fuck his hand was around your fucking throat. the man you’ve been wet dreaming about for years. the man who derails your train of thought entirely when he’s around, the man who’s making your pussy drip on his seats and he fucking knows it. “jungkook..” you whimpered and pleaded. your body began grinding against his leather seats on its own. what a pathetic little slut, he didn’t even have to touch your achy parts to get you going. “i know you respect them, but i want you to disrespect me.”

“fuck.” his hand dropped when the light changed to green, speeding down the road to get you home. it took everything in him not to rip that thin excuse of a dress off and slap you around on his cock before then. “you need help right? let’s make that pussy cum.” his words moved without his thoughts. you nodded with need. this was it, this was finally it. he was going to touch you, take away all this built up ache from your needy cunt. he was going to wear you out and claim you as his. at least you thought. he smirked when he saw your expression. you looked at jungkook as if he built the pyramids, with so much wonder and hope.

“please koo, need it… n-need you.”

“i know pretty girl, i know.” he cooed. “can’t touch you, but you can.” he never said he couldn’t help you verbally. “go ahead, spread those legs and get started. want that nut before you get home?”

despite your disappointment you did as you were told immediately, sinking into the passenger seat and getting started on the place where all that liquor went anyways, your puffy clit. you rubbed through your underwear, head thrown back, toes curling and heels kicked off. all while jungkook kept his eyes on the road. he wanted to break that barrier, he wanted to plunge his fingers in that tight pussy but he knew once he touched you he’d need more. he’d need too much.

“pull ‘em to the side, no need to be shy. you know me.” his voice was like honey, dripping down your throat in corruptive goodness. it was so simple but so lewd, nothing like you’d ever done before. your sexual experiences were fairly vanilla, you weren’t used to the kinkier, more nasty side of sex. “do i have to do it for you?” he knew he shouldn’t overstep, but he needed to help you in another type of way. it was amusing to see how your body reacted when all he did was hook his fingers on your cute undies and pull them to the side. the cool air hit your clit, strings of slick stretching from your pussy and making your panties glisten.

“oh fuck-“ you whimpered. your legs were spread the farthest they could go. your knees were resting on your shoulders with your gooey pussy all warm and exposed for the man driving. jungkook had his left hand on the steering wheel, the right hand holding your soaked panties to the side. his knuckles brushed over your wetness and you jerked. “oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck– mhmmmm fuck…” you moaned, so pretty for him. you smacked your pussy around, a few harsh slaps coming in contact with the wetness and making a nice big mess.

“sloppy pussy, who knew lil gyu had such a sloppy little pussy?” you rolled your eyes at the nickname, the one you earned just for being related to mingyu. “fuck your fingers for me. let me see how deep you can go.” your fingers slipped in and instantly your hole puckered around them. your legs shook and that’s when jungkook knew he couldn’t take this any longer. he had to see his baby cum for him, not focus on a fucking road right now. he turned on his hazards and pulled over, parking and diverting his being all to you.

“wanna cum koo, wan’ your help…” your voice phased out and became muffled over the sound of your fingers moving faster inside of your cunt. the car filled with the pretty melody of your creamy pussy, gripping all on your fingers while you looked drunkenly at the cause for your sopping cunt. him.“touch me koo, we’re so far gone can you just– please…” this is what didn’t feel right. watching you play in your pussy without him. looking wasn’t hurting, so maybe a touch or two would be fine? if it was with his mouth it shouldn’t be too wrong. mingyu wasn’t even here for christ sake. you weren’t anything more than an incoherent mess of moans and wetness now. you needed him. jungkook promised mingyu he’d always be there for you. yeah, gyu would understand.

“your brother is going to fucking kill me.”

all you did was give him that brain dead giggle. god he really was screwed.

so jungkook decided to overstep one last time. after all a pussy kiss wouldn’t hurt, neither would a thumb on your wet, puffy clit. it was your little secret. something you could both be fucking killed for, but you had been so so good for him. so understanding and patient. “take those fingers out for me,” you obeyed, eyes widening when jungkook took your fingers into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around your digits and sucking yourself off. “juust like that baby, look at all that slick, all for me? all for your brothers best friend? tasting so fucking perfect.” he finished up, leaving your fingers clean. he was going to have so much fun with you.

jungkook leaned his body over the console, ducking down to face your pussy and diving in without wasting a second. your back arched off the seat and you clawed around for anything you could hold. he was so fucking ruthless. your mouth hung open, trying to process how good he was eating you. you deserved the pair of lips that were wrapped around your clit right now. suddenly a string of thank you’s were spilling from your mouth. for picking you up, for putting up with your mouth, for breaking his personal rules for himself and eating your pussy out, and for making you spill into his mouth after a few more licks, grinds to his tongue, and tugs to his hair.

you panted while he kept lapping at your pussy, making sure to clean up the mess he caused. you watched him with stars in your eyes, stroking his tossed hair and rubbing at his strong shoulders.

“why can’t i just tell you no.” he whispered against your clit, giving it another kiss before sealing you back up. “let’s get you home. bet you had a really long night of fucking with dudes that can’t make you cum.” there he was. arrogant as ever.

“you sound jealous.” you pulled your dress back down and over your thighs. jungkook watched for traffic before pulling back onto the road.

“jealous? of guys that i know aren’t better than me? you’re funny. that orgasm got you feeling gassed up now huh?”

“an orgasm i could have given myself, thank you.”

“an orgasm you begged me for.”

“when will you stop running your pussy munchers and just fuck me?” you pouted at him mockingly. the respect he had left you for was dwindling. he was probably going to take you up on that disrespect part. while he did get too close tonight, it still wouldn’t be that easy for him to betray his best friend. no matter how taunting you were, he wasn’t going to fuck you. as much as his dick was aching for you, it wasn’t happening, not yet. he pulled up outside of your house and walked you up to the door. he walked several feet behind with his hands stuffed in his pockets. if you were to ever get caught for this he would be the one making it too obvious.

once you pushed the door open both of you tip toed through the living room and into the kitchen. you flicked on the light and came face to face with a startled mingyu who was standing by the microwave, the light bouncing off of his face.“ kookie!” mingyu sprung up from his spot and engulfed his best friend in a hug. he was just slightly taller, so mingyu did suffocate him a bit. “missed your lil cute ass, jihyo’s upstairs too if you wanna say hi.”

“your sister is here too by the way.” you rolled your eyes and went for the stairs. you were ready to just hit your bed right now.

“yeah yeah i see you everyday, don’t pull anything like that again though.” of course you couldn’t get away without getting scolded. “you’re lucky jungkook was able to grab you, you love going out on nights i make plans.”

“yeah sure, whatever. but thanks koo, for giving me a ride and all.” you said, underlying your words with a thanks to something else.

“anytime, you know i’ll always give you anything, when you need it.” in front of mingyu too? where did this bold side of him come from? you both locked eyes briefly, mingyu was busy pulling his food from the microwave. you looked away, dissolving the tension between you two and saving it for another time. meanwhile jungkook had been watching you walk up the stairs in that skimpy dress that wouldn’t stop rolling up your ass. your hand did little to cover it, very purposely at that. he only took his eyes away when you disappeared into your room with a slam of your door.

“thanks for getting her seriously,” mingyu shook jungkook from his trance. he held out two beers that he must have opened during jungkook’s staring contest with your pussy. “i’m just starting to hate when she goes out without us you know? this campus is getting too dangerous. i’m glad we live with our parents at least.” mingyu explained.

“i feel the same way, these guys are getting fucking weird.” jungkook sighed, taking a swig of the bottle.

“that, and the fact that jaehyun has been talking to her more, like around the house and shit when he’s here. it’s weird, he knows i hate that.” jaehyun was one of many in their friend group. but how every group had sub units to break off from it, jaehyun, jungkook, and mingyu had formed into their own little trio. it was weird, how he was all of a sudden asking shit like your favorite foods and movies. jungkook thought so too. you didn’t know him like that. they didn’t know why he was trying to get to know you like that.

mingyu made sure that you knew none of their friends, with exception of jungkook. he knew jungkook would never betray him in that sense. he listened to mingyu ramble on about how dead jaehyun was if he touched you, how he’d better pray for his life to be spared if he did as much as think about you.

“i don’t think jaehyun is that dumb. can’t be.” jungkook said sternly, yet with undertones of guilt.

“better not be. god i’d fucking kill him. anyone who tries to touch her i’ll– ugh, fuckin’ swear.”

he and jungkook raised their bottles at the same time, both taking long sips before resting them on the counters again.

masterlist

[nosyp]

Mask On, Fuck it Mask Off

Warning = smut🔞, murder, badly written smut (sorry)

Pairing = Front man x reader

Summary = You have sex. With the mask off ofc.

Word count = 1k

Part 2

“You really think doing this is fair for those people?” you ask him. 

The view before you was undeniable. There was a group of people put in a room together to play a wretched game for their lives. They all had terrified looks on their faces as they were forced to play the game of survival. They didn’t even know they had it coming either. You saw the list of people, mostly consisting of people who had nothing going for them. Either they were deep in debt or… you honestly don’t know. Helping a serial murderer wasn’t something you’d expect yourself to be doing… much less dating him.

“...” he doesn’t respond but instead, he moves closer to you. And closer… and closer. Until he closed the gap between you two.

You shiver slightly at the unexpected touch, his fingers grazing your skin with a calmness that felt entirely out of place. He didn’t say a word, but his silence said everything. The air between you both thickened, filled with something you couldn't quite figure out.

“You know it’s wrong,” you pressed, your voice a little more strained now as your heart started to race.

He finally met your gaze, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Fair?” he repeated, as if tasting the word. “Fair has nothing to do with it.”

Before you could react, he was somehow even closer, his hand now resting gently on your shoulder, his touch deliberate. “But you’re right about one thing,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. “This isn’t fair. Not for you.”

Your pulse quickened. You could feel the heat from his body invading your space, the way he loomed over you, taller and imposing, yet somehow gentle in the way he leaned in. His lips almost brushed your earlobe as he added, “But that’s what makes it more exciting, don’t you think?”

The tension was palpable, swirling between the two of you. A dangerous game, and you couldn’t help but feel drawn into it.

His fingers suddenly tugged at the buttons of your shirt, and he looked straight into your eyes. Reluctantly, you nodded and his fingers started fiddling with the buttons of your shirt. He slowly unbuttoned them one by one, as if he had all the time in the world.

His touch was much gentler than you thought it’d be. His fingers brushed lightly against your body, sending a sense of heat straight to your core. You tried to steady your breath, but the way his eyes focused on you made it impossible to ignore the growing tension between you two.

“Are you really going to pretend the game isn’t entertaining?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Talk to me with your mask off,” you demanded, completely ignoring the question of his.

He then proceeded to pull the black mask off his face, revealing the one and only– Hwang In-ho. He had a dead look in his eyes, the look of someone after doing something immoral. You knew he didn’t really want to do this… 

You could feel your pulse quickening, a wave of warmth spreading through you as he leaned in just a fraction closer. His breath brushed against your ear, and the subtle scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering tension. You should’ve stepped back, should’ve told him to stop. But you didn’t.

Instead, you turned your face toward him, your lips brushing lightly against his as the space between you seemed to disappear. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, keeping you in place.

He pulled away from the kiss and lifted you up before placing you onto the cold marble table. You moaned at the cold sensation on your skin, causing a bulge to start growing in his pants.

Gently, he took off your clothes. Honestly, with you, he wasn’t as much of a cold-blooded killer as he was with others. Then, you heard the belt unbuckle and his zipper open. Without warning, he slid the tip in. 

“Mmh…” you moaned as he went inside you. “To- ahh- to- answer…mmh! your question… no- ah! it’s not entertaining…”

“Don’t- lie…” he mumbled as thrusted in and out of you. His pace was loving and he clearly didn’t want to hurt you in any way. His grip on your thighs were tight, but not tight enough to hurt.

One of his hands moved from your hips onto your breasts, squeezing it lightly still while moving his cock in and out of you. The sound of his hips slapping your skin echoed through the room as he continued. The feeling of him inside you made your mind spin. Pleasure was coursing through your veins as you felt every vein. 

“Ahh- I’m close!” you squealed. 

Hearing that, he quickened his pace and the sound of his thrusts got louder. Thwap Thwap Thwap

The jolt of heat caused you to squirm against his touch and he got quicker. Now his thrusts were brutal and you swore your skin was getting red. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he got faster and faster, chasing his high. 

Your breathing grew faster, more erratic. Each inhale felt shallow, like your lungs couldn't quite keep up with the rapid rhythm of your heartbeat. The air around you seemed to thicken, the tension almost tangible as you tried to steady yourself on the table. But it was impossible. Your chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, betraying the way his proximity had completely unsettled you.

His breathing was not any better than yours though, he was panting, his stamina clearly depleting right in front of your eyes. The longer he was inside you, the more agonising it felt. You felt the feeling of ecstasy nearby, but you couldn’t reach it. Somehow, on instinct, you started moving your body along with his. Almost rhythmic. 

Both of your bodies were sweating at that point, the table was covered in fluids. Fuck. You felt so close. So close. You could feel it.

It wasn’t long till you finally reached it, releasing all of your cum onto his thick cock, causing him to follow with his orgasm as well. 

Then you heard the speaker say, “Player 196 eliminated.”

[saelvr]

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍.

plans with individuals were rare for the sae itoshi, but when your phone buzzed with a message reading, "be ready in 10," you didn't even hesitate. you grabbed your clearly not ironed hoodie, hurried outside of your house, & found his sleek black car waiting at the curb. he leaned against the driver's side, the cold air turning his breath into soft clouds.

"you're late," he teased, a faint smile that wouldn't have been visible for others. and fortunately for you, you're not 'others.'

you rolled your eyes, climbing into the passenger seat. "you didn't even tell me where we're going."

"you'll see," he replied simply, sliding into the driver's seat & starting the engine.

the streets were filled with colorful lights, cheers, kids, mostly, & giggling groups holding punks, or what some call, firework sticks. a distant firework exploding against the dark sky. inside the car, though, was a shelter, lowering the noise outside.

sae rested his hand sloppily on the wheel; the other arm was laid across the console, fingers stroking your thigh every now & then as he shifted gears.

"so, no party for you?" you asked, looking at him.

"not my thing," he said, shrugging, eyes fixed on the road. "i figured this would be better."

you couldn't argue with that.

after about twenty minutes, he pulled up to an empty park, the city stretched out below in a sea of lights. fireworks were already beginning to dot the sky, & you could now hear more cheers of festivities around you. sae got out first, walking around to open your door.

"knightly tonight, aren't we?" you teased, stepping out.

"don't get used to it," he replied, gesturing for you to follow him to the hood of the car.

you two leaned against it, side by side, cool metal against your backs. the view was breathtaking. if only you could focus on that instead of sae, who seemed more at ease than usual.

"it's quiet here," he said after a while, breaking the silence. "no fans, no cameras, no noise."

"except for me," you joked lightly.

he turned his head, his teal eyes locking onto yours. "you're not noise. you're the reason i'm here."

the weight of his words was warm, as if it didn't matter that it was winter. you didn't say anything, choosing instead to hold your silence while the distant booms of fireworks filled the silence between the both of you.

when the countdown began, sae's hand brushed against yours, his fingers intertwined with yours.

"do you have a resolution?" you asked softly, glancing at him as the city below shouted, "ten… nine… eight…"

he tilted his head just a little to the side. his eyes refocused on the skyline. "yeah," he said, squishing your hand gently. "spend more time with you."

your heart stuttered. you couldn't get out an answer before,

“three … two … one!”

exploded in fireworks, then dozens of colors filled the dark sky. sae turned towards you, lit up by sparks from the firework.

“happy new year," he said quietly, his voice cutting through the distant cheers. if it weren't for the two of you being so close, you wouldn't have catched onto what he said.

then, saying not a word more, he leaned in; his lips touched against yours. a slow & desired kiss, filled with unvoiced promises that cannot be put in words.

when he pulled back, his smirk was softer than usual, almost fond. "don't get used to this either."

you laughed, the warmth in your chest enough to chase away the cold. "too late, i already have."

note : happy new year !

© — saelvr

[pombeom]

dear diary,

went to my best friends house and ended up with him fucking me so hard his dad yelled at us the next day. (its not my fault kais too big for me to stay quiet ;-;)

not my fault | kai fic (nsfw)

pairings: bsf! kai x reader, dom! kai x sub! reader warnings: slight exhibitionism?? (parents are in the house), blowjob, hard rough sex, name calling (he calls her a bitch once), nicknames, big dick kai, unprotected sex (wrap it up pls), creampie, loud moaning, angsty ending a/n: i’m so so sorry to the anon who requested this literal months ago! but better late than never right?? this was meant for my 100 bash but that never actually happened because i only received 2 requests :( but i loved this idea so much i still wanted to write it and only managed to do it now.

Dear Diary, 

I said my final goodbye to my best friend today. We let ourselves get carried away in the heat of the moment and now we’re both paying the consequences. 

Kai, my best friend of 5 years, has been with me through thick and thin. From the day we met as flatmates at university, we’ve spent almost every waking hour together. I’m always at him place or he’s always at mine. On this particular occasion, I went over to Kai’s family home for our weekly movie-dinner night. Being the film fanatics we are, each week was one to look forward to. Usually, we’d be at Kai’s apartment but he’s visiting his family for the week and so instead of skipping movie night, he suggested I meet him at his parents’ place instead. Whilst I had met his parents before, we were never particularly close and so you can imagine how nervous I was to be meeting him there. 

I threw on a pair of pyjama shorts and and a T-shirt before heading over to Kai’s. Considering how I usually ended up sleeping over, I’d stopped bothering packing extra pyjamas and always went wearing my night clothes, to which Kai always accommodated to by also wearing his. 

I shake off any nerves and walk up to the front door of his house. It was much larger than I expected but the building was painted a modest cream with the door being a rich navy blue contrasting the lightness off the walls.  I could tell his parents valued interior decor. I knock on the door, awaiting someone to open the door. That someone ended up being his dad who welcomed me in with a gentle smile which I felt had stern undertones. I shook of that feeling upon seeing Kai peer out from the top of the stairs. 

He instantly gave me him usual hug and dragged me upstairs to his room, out of his dad’s disconcerting sight. His childhood bedroom, in contrast to the rest of his house, was exactly like how I’d imagined it to be. With a mixture of greyish blues, white and pops of orange, the style of the room matched his personality. I’m guessing he hasn’t really changed much since he was a kid, which I find really fascinating. 

I take my time to observe each and every detail of his room, scanning my eyes past his bookshelf filled with music books and manga. His drum set took up a significant sector of the space whilst his double bed is pushed against the wall in the corner.

After spending some time catching up, we get to the task at hand and head down to his living room to pick out a movie. I only had to beg for about 5 minutes before Kai gave in and let me pick “The Notebook” as our film for the week. It was either that or his choice “No one gets out” which I definitely wasn’t feeling up to. 

The next bit, I’m going to try and describe as best as I can but the moment was so fuzzy I might end up missing bits out. 

I’ve been infatuated by Kai for about a year now and my skittish feelings for him only grow with the more time we spend together. The way his presence just fills the room was all consuming. I loved having him around and I especially loved his witty comments during our movie nights. Most importantly, would always be moments when I’d catch him staring at me instead of the TV or our fingers and knees would occasionally brush causing little fizzles of electricity. But tonight something was different about him. He seemed to be a little bit more held back than he usually was. I’d assumed that being in his family home meant he was a little more reserved with his actions towards me. 

The movie progressed and I was intently watching Ally and Noah’s relationship grow. Toxic but desperate. Deep yet somehow shallow. Then came the awaited sex scene. Well not awaited exactly but you know what I mean… 

That scene got us both fidgeting. We tended to avoid any movies with such explicit content but this almost seemed to come out of nowhere and having not watched it before, we did not know what to expect. Kai grew even quieter, his words seeming to get stuck. The awkwardness stiffened the air so in order to resolve it, I decided to speak up. 

“So…how are you liking the movie so far?” I questioned, turning my head to face him completely. 

“Yeah, it’s good so far…Just wasn’t expecting to be watching a sex scene with you…” 

He was almost too honest because I’m pretty sure I turned red immediately. 

“Me neither.” I respond quickly, trying not to show my embarrassment. 

“I guess this sort of thing should be normal between friend though, right?” 

“Yeah I guess. Why would it not be?” 

At this point, we’d both drowned out the sound from the TV and we were almost lost in each other’s gaze. 

“Well if you want it to be normal, we can make it happen.” 

“Huh? What!” He reacted to my exclamation with a raised eyebrow, showing confusion at my extreme surprise. 

“What? Did I say something wrong?” 

“No, I just misunderstood what you meant… It was my fault.” 

“Misunderstand? What did you think K meant?” 

“It doesn’t matter. Leave it.” I try brushing it off but he was very obviously curious and once Kai was curious, there was no stopping him. 

“No, tell me. I want to know.” He kept pushing for an answer as he inched closer to me. 

“I just thought you said something about sex becoming normal between us…but then I realised the context and realised you meant us watching sex scenes in movies,” I whispered not wanting to be heard. But from his smirk, I knew he did. 

“I see. Well, do you want sex to be normal between us?” 

“What? Did I hear you right?”

“You heard me.” His suddenly emerged sense of confidence threw me off a little but Kai has such a dynamic personality, you never really know what to expect with him. 

“Umm…” 

“You’re hesitating? So does that means you’re considering it?”

“No! I was just thinking about how to answer your question.”

“It’s a simple question. Do you want sex to be normal between us? Yes. Or, no?” 

Mentally, I had thoughts racing through my head. I thought back on all the times of our lingering accidental touches or his gaze that falls upon me when he thinks I don’t notice. I wanted him then and I want him now. Definitely in a more than friends way. 

“Is it wrong that I want to say yes…” I barely finished the sentence before he cages me in between his arms and the couch, his breath now hitting my face. 

“So you wanna fuck me?” 

“Kai… I-“ 

His lips came crashing down onto mine as his hand pulls my face closer to his, deepening the kiss. It was filled with lust from the start. Not a pure innocent intention in sight. He devoured me and I let him. His tongue slid in and out as his other hand appears in my waist, squeezing it with his huge hands. 

When he pulls away, his sultry eyes settle on mine. I had never seen this side of him before. It was so new, but I liked it. 

“Let’s go upstairs or my parents will catch us. There’s still so much more I want to do with you.” 

His hand grabbed my wrist as he pulls me up to his room, pushing me against the door, as he closes it behind us. 

He interlocked his lips with mine once again, pressing me against the door whilst lifting my leg around his waist. The mere inches between us closed as I felt his body against me, his lower region in particular. 

I slid my hands up his white shirt, feeling his skin and muscles. Soon enough, I pull his shirt over his head as he follows and does the same with me. 

He pulled me over to his bed, pushing me down at the end of his bed whilst he towered over me ensuring I made eye contact his clothed crotch. I untied his plaid pyjama bottoms, pulling them down with his boxers  in one move, as his hard dick sprung onto his bare stomach. I’m certain I started drooling at the sight. He was long and extremely thick, the veins on his dick leading up to his swollen pink tip. 

“Wanna suck me off?” 

My head nodded automatically, all sense of shyness thrown out the window. I needed to taste him and that was all that mattered. 

I began by licking the slit on his tip, tasting his oozing pre-cum. 

“Fuck, stop reading and suck me off you bitch.” It was a name he only ever called me jokingly when we mess around but hearing him say it now had the slick dripping from in between my legs. 

Holding the base of his cock, I take his length in my mouth. He was too big to fit, hence my hands stroking him up and down to stimulate him more. 

“Mhm yes. That’s a good girl. You’re taking me so well.”

His hands wrapped around my hair, fisting it into a ponytale, using it to guide my mouth faster along his girthy dick. 

“Fuck yes! I’m gonna cum if you keep going like that.” 

I felt his cock twitch in my mouth and I prepare to take his load on my tongue, but instead he pulled out, depriving himself of his release. 

“I wanna feel inside you. Now pull your tiny ass shorts down and spread your legs open.”

I obeyed his words exactly, stripping myself of my shorts and opening my legs for him. My panties were absolutely soaked and the slick had ended up dripping down my leg. Before I could even finish processing this, I heard a sharp rip as a bolt of cold air hits my needy clit. He held up my ripped panties, dangling them in front of me as if it were his prize. 

He soon started moving his dick along my folds, collecting the wetness before slamming into me, hitting my g-spot immediately. I had to physically stop myself from letting out a moan by covering my mouth with my own hand. 

“Look at you. Scared you’re gonna wake up my parents with your slutty little moans?” 

“Kai please. Keep going.”

“Someone’s not as scared as she makes out to be then.” He teased, but he listened. 

Pounding into me as if he were some dog in a rut, each push had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. 

Somewhere down the line, I gave up on my attempts at silencing my moans, screaming as he thrusted sharply into my throbbing core. It’s not my fault he was too big for me.

“Your pussy is so tight. You’re taking me so well.” 

“Kai- fuck! You’re so big!” 

It must have boosted his ego because he began pounding into me as my moan escaped freely, my nails clawing at his back for some sense of relief from the overwhelming pleasure. My back arched moving me closer to his body and gave his better access for hitting even deeper. 

“Kai, I’m gonna cum! Please- keep going.” 

“Cum with me angel. 3, 2, 1, cum.”

I let go of my release, as  my orgasm rippled through my body as I shook vigorously. Our mixed cum leaked out from my pussy onto his sheets, making an even bigger mess. 

“Fuck. Kai. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I don’t think I can give myself to anyone else but you,” my words came out amidst the huffing and puffing. 

“I’m guessing the sex is gonna become normal between us then. Just like you wanted it to.” 

“Pretty sure you wanted it to. Or else this wouldn’t have happened.” I said pointing to the mess in between my legs. 

Without any notice, he stuck his fingers between my pussy lips, gathering up our cum, bringing it up to my lips and he shoves them into my mouth. The sweet taste had me moaning against his fingers. I wanted him to have a taste too so I use my own fingers to get some cum, presenting it in front of him. He hand held mine, and he brought it closer to his mouth before taking my fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. 

He then cleaned up and changed the sheets. I felt a little guilty that I wasn’t much help but my legs were so shaky that I could barely suffice to stand properly. Once his bed was clean, we both hopped in, cuddling each other to sleep. 

The screech of his bedroom door awakened the both of us, my fuzzy vision taking time to adjust to the brightness of the room. I could see clearly again but I wish I didn’t. His dad stood at the end of the bed, arms crossed as his face burnt with fury. Fuck. We were screwed. 

“How dare you! I am disgusted by the both of you! Do you really think fucking a girl in the same house as your parents was the wisest move Kai Kamal Huening?! That is fucking disrespectful and utterly disgusting behaviour from both of you! If I ever see you two hanging out again, I may have to take more extreme measures. I will not have my son fucking around with a girl especially when I am in the house! Do you understand?! Now leave!” His yelling echoed throughout the room, only enhancing the effects of his anger. 

His dad turns around, expecting my indecency as I get out of bed, wearing only Kai’s T-shirt. I abandoned my ripped panties and go commando by putting on my shorts and grabbing my own top. I looked back at Kai’s face once last time before grabbing my phone and basically sprinted out the house. I was embarrassed and felt as though I had been tormented by my worst nightmares. But, I knew Kai had it worst. I should have tried harder to stay quiet. I shouldn’t even started the conversation about the sex scene in the first place. And I definitely shouldn’t have encouraged him to make a move on me. I got in my car and raced home so I could go cry in the comfort of my own bed. 

Diary, whatever am I supposed to do now. I’d had the most incredible sex with Kai, but now it seems like all of it was pointless. Why did his dad have to hear us and call us out? Why did he choose to punish us like this? Have I really lost Kai because I chose to let my emotions control me? 

I’m so lost and confused. But at the same time, I keep replaying moments of last night. I can’t get over it. I can’t get over him. It was as if he was made for me and I, him. 

Maybe his dad will choose to forgive us. I’m going to hope. I won’t lose Kai forever. I’m going to find a way to make things right again. 

That’s all for now. I will write again if anything changes (for the better, hopefully).

-Xoxo, Y/n

[blitzwhore]

New Year's Kiss

“I've been meaning to apologize,” Stolas’ low voice broke the comfortable silence between them. 

Blitzø glanced up at him, and found the owl's gaze lost somewhere past the busy streets of Imp City.

It was twenty minutes—give or take a few—before midnight on New Year's Eve, and the streets were bustling with people coming and going, fireworks already booming on the horizon. Loona had long since left for a party with her friends. As far as Blitzø was aware, M&M were on a well deserved romantic, candle-lit date. 

Any other year, midnight would've found Blitzø balls deep into a faceless stranger, or perhaps elbow-deep into a tub of Bee&Jerry's as he binge-watched his comfort shows until he passed out from exhaustion. One way or another, he would've been trying his damndest to push away memories of his past—to drown out thoughts of all the people he wouldn't get to spend the night with. 

Tonight, it seemed like midnight was about to find him sharing yet another cig with Stolas on his balcony. 

The mere thought filled his chest with a bubbling kind of happiness, made him giddy enough that he felt the impulse to lean closer to Stolas, rest his head on the bump of Stolas’ hip. 

He resisted the urge, though, and instead replied to Stolas with a low, “What for?” 

Stolas breathed out a cloud of smoke and glanced momentarily down at Blitzø.

“For my behavior in the last few weeks,” he said, rolling the cig between his fingers. “I have been… a mess, frankly. There's really no other way to put it.” 

“Stols, you had reasons to be that way,” Blitzø said, resting a comforting hand on Stolas’ waist. Even through Stolas’ loose jumper, he could feel warmth emanating from the soft feathers hidden underneath. He thumbed at the dip just below his hip, and didn't miss the small shiver that ran down Stolas’ body. “You lost so much, so quickly. And you were off your meds. Anyone would be a mess, honestly.” 

Stolas sighed, and, though he didn't look down at Blitzø again, he did lean slightly into his touch—just enough for Blitzø's hand to shift until it was cupping his lower back. 

“I still feel like you deserve an apology, though,” Stolas murmured. “I can't have been easy to deal with.” 

Blitzø snorted slightly. “‘Bout as easy as it is to handle me on a normal day, to be honest.” 

At that, Stolas’ lips quirked slightly upwards, the sight making Blitzø's heart soar higher than he cared to admit. 

“Anyway,” Blitzø added, “I'm glad the meds have been helping.” He accepted the cigarette when Stolas passed it and took a drag of it. When he gave it back, he stayed purposefully closer—close enough that he could feel Stolas’ warmth radiating off of him, that his lungs filled with Stolas’ scent with every slow breath. “It's just… it's nice to have you back, Stols.” 

A low exhale. With it, Stolas inched ever so slightly closer to Blitzø, until Blitzø's head was almost brushing against his waist. 

“It's nice to be back,” Stolas admitted in a low voice. 

Closing his eyes for a moment, Blitzø nuzzled Stolas’ waist and rested his temple there, just breathing the owl in, just taking a break from it all. 

Even through the sounds of cheering and screaming and fireworks in the distance, he felt so at peace. More at peace than he remembered ever feeling during a New Year Eve. 

Not since the fire, anyway. 

When he opened his eyes and checked his phone, it was exactly nine minutes to midnight.

Though he didn't mind the silence between them, he couldn't help but break it to ask a low, curious, “Any New Year's resolutions?” 

“Hmm?” Stolas asked. “Resolutions?” 

Blitzø glanced up at him without moving away from his waist. “Yeah. Don't you have those either?” 

“I'm afraid not.” Stolas tossed the cig onto the street below, but made no move to pull away from Blitzø, either. 

“Damn,” Blitzø murmured. “So you don't… have any New Year's Eve traditions?” 

Stolas didn't immediately reply, fiddling slightly with his fingers as his body tensed a bit. 

“The Goetia at large do,” he said, voice low. “Mostly, they use it as one more excuse to throw loud, ostensive parties. Most of them in our ballroom, courtesy of my ex-wife.” At this he paused again, grinding his beak slightly, as thought the sole memory made him uneasy. “I kept to myself when I could help it, though,” he said. And then, in a lower voice still, “Tried to drink enough that I'd remember as little of them as possible.” 

“Oh.” Blitzø gulped. He was uncomfortably familiar with what that felt like, and he knew full well what paths that sort of urge to drink your sorrows away could lead down. 

He'd recently started to suspect Stolas was no stranger to it, either. He guessed this tiny admission from Stolas confirmed it, at least to some extent. 

Blitzø would've much preferred for his suspicions to be wrong. 

“How about you?” Stolas asked then. “Any other New Year's Eve traditions, other than setting resolutions?” 

“Oh yeah, there's a bunch,” Blitzø said, and Stolas glanced down at him, eyebrow quirked in interest. “Obviously there's the fireworks.” 

“Obviously,” Stolas smirked, another round of loud bangs going off in the distance. 

“There's a bunch'a songs we sing, too,” Blitzø added. “Specific meals, too, in some rings. And…” 

And here he paused, gulping. A quick glance at his watch told him it was four minutes to midnight, and suddenly his heart was threatening to burst out of his chest. 

He'd been thinking about it, of course he had. Ever since Stolas had kissed him on Sinsmas, it'd been practically all he could think of. 

Still, maybe it was too soon; too quickly after the whole Octavia situation. Maybe it was just better not to bring it up at all. Maybe—

“And?” Stolas prompted, curiosity in his voice as he watched Blitzø expectantly. 

“O-Oh, it's nothing important,” Blitzø quickly said. “Just—sometimes, when you're, y'know, spending the evening with the people you love…” Three minutes. Fuck. “There's this tradition to share a kiss. At midnight. On the cheek, if it's like your friend or whatever, or, you know…” 

Blitzø couldn't keep going—not when Stolas was looking at him like that. Cheeks all flushed, and eyes so big, those ever-present pupils boring a hole into him as they blinked in slow understanding. 

“Oh,” Stolas breathed with a low hoot. 

Two minutes. 

“That sounds…” Stolas started, seemingly at a loss for words. “Is that something you'd want to—” 

“I'm not saying it because we have to—” 

They both paused, having talked over each other, and now Blitzø could clearly feel the same heat that was tinting Stolas’ cheeks burning across his own. 

Despite his galloping heart, Blitzø couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips. Would the two of them ever stop being hopelessly stupid around each other?

He reached up to take one of Stolas’ hands on his own, loving how familiar it felt, how easy it came to him to just run his thumb across Stolas’ knuckles and thread their fingers together.

“We don't have to,” he said again, voice low, eyes carefully searching Stolas’. “Just getting to start the new year by your side is more than enough.” 

“But you… want to?” Stolas murmured, almost breathless, like he barely dared to ask. 

Blitzø smiled—fondly, sheepishly—and tugged gently at Stolas’ hand. 

“I always want to kiss you,” he softly admitted. 

Stolas’ whole body was turned towards him now. Another tug at his hand, and Stolas was on his knees, face at Blitzø's level, eyes searching Blitzø's face as a smile spread slowly across his lips. 

“If…” Blitzø breathed. “If you want?” 

His question was drowned by a blast of fireworks and people's cheers and laughter in the streets. 

But Stolas’ gaze was already on his lips, his hand cupping Blitzø's cheek as he closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together softly. 

Tracing Stolas’ cheek with his own palm, Blitzø stepped closer and deepened the kiss, humming low in his throat as Stolas’ familiar, warm taste flooded his senses. 

Outside, the world celebrated and sparkled and shone. But Blitzø's world was reduced to this. To Stolas’ fingers threading through his back spines to keep him close—to Stolas’ low, contented moan when their tongues pressed together and fell into a well-known dance. To Stolas’ scent, Stolas’ touch, those slender hands roaming down to his waist and circling his lower back to press Blitzø closer to himself. 

It felt like several minutes went by before they managed to part from one another, and still they stayed close as they caught their breaths. 

When Blitzø opened his eyes, Stolas was smiling. 

He looked happy. Happier than he'd looked since the trial, and just—more present. Like the depression fog was finally starting to lift, leaving behind a man that was still riddled with grief, still struggling to find his place, but—ready to find some happiness despite it all. Ready to be here, in Blitzø's arms, and allow himself this moment of comfort and hope. 

Blitzø couldn't help it. He pressed his forehead against Stolas', his love for the bird too overwhelming to put into words. 

Stolas held him there, a smile still present in his voice when he asked a low, “Any New Year's resolutions, then, darling?” 

Smiling, Blitzø hummed in response, running his fingertips through the soft, long feathers at the back of Stolas’ head. 

“Yeah,” he breathed, his mind a whirlwind of just Stolas, Stolas, Stolas. “To have more of this with you.” 

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[keeryhours]

new year’s magic - eddie munson

Eddie Munson x female! reader

Masterlist

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Summary:

You and Eddie meet up at Steve’s annual New Year’s party

Warnings:

Drinking, kissing

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N:

Happy New Year to all of you!! I hope 2025 is the best yet! This is just a short little oneshot I wrote to celebrate. I hope you like it! And thank you again @punkrockmlchael for my banner ily!

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Steve Harrington’s New Year’s party was in full swing, living up to its reputation for another year. The music was loud, the alcohol was flowing, and it was nearing midnight.

You stood awkwardly to the side, a mixed drink in a red solo cup clutched tightly in your hand. This wasn’t really your scene, but Steve insisted on your presence. You had rolled your eyes when he first brought it up, but as you always did when it came to Steve, you eventually gave in.

Now he had effectively abandoned you, which you couldn’t really blame him for because it was his party after all. But you weren’t close with these people, you didn’t know how to talk to them. You were debating heading out early, before the countdown even happened - because who was going to kiss you at midnight? No one yet again, that’s who.

You were brought out of your thoughts by a hand on your lower back. You jumped, some of your drink splashing over the rim of your cup and onto your dress. “Shit!”

“Jesus, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You looked up and immediately softened when you saw those brown doe eyes looking back down at you, wild curls framing his smiling face.

“It’s okay, it’s not that bad,” you said, face flushing red as you reached for some paper towels on the kitchen counter.

“Here, let me help you,” Eddie said, quickly taking the paper towels from your hands and dabbing at your dress with them. Thankfully not much had spilled - your outfit certainly wasn’t ruined. You stood there as Eddie wiped at the fabric over your boobs for an awkwardly long time. Once he was satisfied, he shoved the wet towels into the trash can. “Good as new!”

You looked down at your little black dress - you couldn’t tell anything had been spilled on it at all. You smiled back up at Eddie. “Thanks. My hero.”

Eddie chuckled, a hand on the back of his neck. “I don’t know if I can qualify as your hero when I was the one who scared you in the first place.”

“Oh, no,” you said, not wanting your friend to feel bad. “I just wasn’t expecting anyone to come talk to me.”

Eddie looked around at the crowd. “Not exactly your scene, eh?”

“Definitely not,” you admitted, taking a sip of your drink. “I didn’t think it was yours, either.”

Eddie shrugged, giving you a sheepish grin. “It’s not. But Harrington wouldn’t leave me alone about it, and I figured, could be fun?”

“Are you having fun?” You asked, eyebrows raised at him over the rim of your cup.

“I am now that I’m talking to you,” he smiled. Your cheeks heated even more, looking away from him and into the contents of your drink.

“I’m not exactly the most fun person at this party,” you mumbled. Honestly, you still weren’t even sure how you and Steve Harrington had become friends in the first place. He never even noticed you all through high school, but when you started working at Family Video with him and your best friend Robin (who insisted he was a changed man and wasn’t King Steve anymore), you just hit it off. You had been close friends ever since.

You met Eddie when your close friend insisted you meet her new boyfriend, Gareth, and his D&D buddies. You were shy and dreaded meeting new people, but you were also into fantasy and games, so you agreed.

Eddie became one of your best friends immediately. He invited you into Hellfire - something that was sacred and rare, as your friend and Gareth filled you in - and you became a regular in their campaigns. Eddie was even in the process of helping you come up with your own campaign to DM for the club, which again, was sacred and rare and shocked the rest of the group to their core.

But Eddie had a soft spot for you.

Maybe there was something else there, too.

You had had a crush on Eddie since you first met him. How could you not? He was just cool, liked fantasy, liked D&D, loved metal music and could play guitar (which was so, so hot). He even played guitar for you a few times, which had your heart melting.

Just like it was now with him standing so close to you.

“It’s time for the countdown!” Steve called loudly from wherever he was, and the whole party cheered. Everyone shuffled into the living room where the large TV was on. You and Eddie stayed back in the corner, away from most of the chaos.

The Times Square ball filled the screen. As it began its descent, the whole party cheered along with the countdown.

“10! 9!”

Eddie shuffled a little closer to you, but you were sure it was just because of the crowd.

“8! 7!”

You took the last sip of your drink, sitting it on the table to the side of you. You’d clean it up later.

“6! 5!”

You felt Eddie place a hand on your hip. It sent an electrical current through your body, making you shiver. His calloused fingertips were pressed against the bare skin peeking through your sheer dress. He smelled like beer and cheap cologne. It was nice.

“4! 3!”

Eddie turned you to face him with his hands on your hips. You looked up at him wide eyed. Your body was humming with excitement and nerves as you looked into his eyes, searching for what he was planning behind that smirk.

“2!”

He pulled your body flush against his. You gasped.

“1! Happy New Year!”

Eddie leaned down and pressed his lips against yours as cheers and noise makers went off around the room. You think your heart might have stopped for a moment. His lips captured yours with a confidence you didn’t fully expect from him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as your knees went weak and you shared the tender yet heated kiss. You tangled your fingers in the hair at the base of his neck as he pressed his body impossibly closer to yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you happily let him in.

“Get a room, you two!” Steve yelled jokingly, laughing from across the room. “But also, about time!”

Eddie pulled away and you knew you were red as a tomato with how hard you were blushing. Eddie pushed a strand of hair behind your ear as he grinned down at you. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Me too,” you admitted, which made Eddie chuckle.

“You know, they say that whatever you’re doing when the clock strikes midnight, that’s what you’ll be doing all year.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He leaned in, placing a kiss to your cheek before his lips reached your ear. “Be my girlfriend, maybe? So we can do this all year?”

You giggled, the biggest smile covering your whole face. “I would love that.”

Steve erupted into cheers and claps again, waving his noisemaker in the air. “That’s what I love to see! Magic always happens at the Harrington New Year’s party!”

[babejinxy]

Jinx x f!reader special new year

✨ I wasn't going to write a New Year's special, but since I'm nice and you guys wanted it, here it is!!! This is the first part, I'll post the second part soon. I hope you like it!

🌟 English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes.

It was the last day of the year and after your behavior on Christmas Eve, your girlfriend Jinx had been watching you the whole time, waiting for you to tease her again. But the truth is that you simply didn't do anything suspicious all day. You stayed in the hideout with Jinx and while she was working on something - which by the way she didn't tell you what it was - you were lying on the bed reading a book or changing your nail polish every half hour.

That night, Jinx also had something in store for you, just as you had for her. Since what you had planned for Christmas had gone a little off the rails, you saved it for tonight. And you started putting your plan into action early on.

While your girlfriend was focused on some project of hers, you got out of bed after changing your nail polish for the fourth time and went to her. You were wearing pajamas, the short shorts showing the edge of your ass. You sat on the edge of her workbench, she noticed you, but she was too focused on her work. “Hey babe, do you like it?” you asked innocently, holding out your hands so she could see your nails, painted blue like hers. You crossed your legs in the process, your shorts riding up, revealing a lot of your legs.

She lifted her head from her work and looked straight at your nails, “You like blue huh?”. “You know I do,” you said, lowering your hands and placing them on either side of your legs, holding onto the edge of the table. “They look amazing, toots,” she said, lifting her head to reach your lips, you lowered your head a little until your lips met hers and you gave a little kiss. Jinx’s eyes wandered over your legs before she went back to work.

“What are you doing?” you asked, jumping off the workbench and wrapping an arm around her. “A little something for later today,” she said grabbing a tool. “What are you planning?” you asked, curious and worried that she was planning to blow up Piltover on the first day of the year. She looked at you, “you’ll see, love,” and then she laughed and went back to doing what she was doing.

You had no idea what your crazy girlfriend was planning this time, but it must have been something big since she had been working on it for exactly a week. What you didn't know was why she had left you out of it this time, you were always up for anything with her and she knew it. But luckily for her, you were too easy-going to insist or get upset that she wasn't involving you in whatever she was up to. So you simply shrugged it off and went to throw darts to pass the time and practice your aim.

You threw the dart a few times and only hit the target once. You were usually a good aimer, but not today. Maybe the anxiety of starting to put your plan into practice was getting in your way. You snorted when you missed for the seventh time. You picked up another dart to try again and prepared to throw it at the target. But before you could throw it, you felt Jinx's left hand on your waist while the other was on your hand that was holding the dart. She adjusted the position of your hand while kissing and lightly biting your neck. "This makes it hard for me to concentrate, babe," you said, smiling and shivering at the sensation. She let go of your neck and looked at the target hanging on the wall. With her hand still in yours, she helped you with the throw and you hit the middle of the target.

“You were putting too much force in, peach,” she said, holding your waist with both hands now and pulling you against her. You felt her lips on your jaw and then on your neck again as she squeezed you with her hands. “Are you done yet?… mhmm,” you asked, closing your eyes and resting your head on her shoulder, giving her more space to kiss and suck on your neck. “I’m almost there… but for now, how about a break, huh?”, she bit your earlobe.

You thought this would be a good time to start putting your plan into action, so you turned to face her and wrapped your arms around her neck and kissed her. Jinx deepened the kiss and squeezed your waist, her hands moving down to your hips. You tangled your fingers in her short hair and she swirled her tongue in yours, dominating the kiss. She bit and pulled your lower lip with her teeth while her hands went to your ass and she squeezed it hard over the fabric of your pajama shorts.

When Jinx walked with you towards the bed, that's when you realized things were going to heat up even more, so before she could throw you on the bed, you broke the kiss and pulled away from her. "Hey wait, what's wrong toots?", she asked with furrowed eyebrows. You just shrugged, "there's nothing wrong, we can do this another time... I don't want to be late for Vi's dinner and you haven't even finished whatever it is you're doing". You walked past her and she pulled you again by the waist, locking you in her arms.

“And why not now? I can be pretty quick baby, you know,” she said, brushing her lips against the skin of your neck. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your bottom lip, it was hard to resist her, but you were willing to do it. You wanted to tease her, you knew it would cost you a lot later, she would be rough with you, but you wanted it, you liked it. You took her hands off your waist, “not now baby.”

You were playing with luck, you knew that if your girlfriend wanted, she would grab you at any moment and with her strength thanks to the shimmer you couldn't fight her. Fortunately Jinx was different now and she respected your decisions. Although you knew that when she finally had your consent you would be fucked as fuck, very very fucked and you could wet your panties if you kept thinking too much about what she would do to you.

You threw yourself on the bed and picked up your book while Jinx went back to her workbench to finish her invention. She turned on the music and turned up the volume, she said it helped her focus and kept her thoughts away from her troubled mind. It was hard for you to focus on the book with the music blasting in your ears, but you weren't going to ask her to turn it off or lower the volume, you knew she wouldn't do that and she would also get annoyed with you, so you tried to read anyway.

You knew your girlfriend was done with her work when she finally turned down the music. You still had your eyes on your book, but you could see her coming towards you. You felt the mattress dip as she climbed onto the bed and crawled on top of you. She took the book from your hand and threw it in a corner, “I finished my project toots, but I’m not done with you yet,” she said kissing your jaw and bringing her lips up to yours.

The kiss was slow but hot. You brought your hands to her hair while she placed her right hand on your neck and held it firmly, but not tightly, and with the other she squeezed your waist and hips. Her tongue explored every corner of your mouth and she sucked your lower lip and then pulled it with her teeth. You moaned softly between the kiss because you knew it drove her crazy.

Jinx moved her kisses down to your neck where she alternated between kissing and biting. She placed the hand that was previously on your neck on your right breast and squeezed it, making you gasp. She moved her kisses down, making a path from your neck to your belly. She lifted the top of your pajamas a little to expose the skin on your abdomen, then she placed kisses and light bites on it.

She moved back up to your lips and took them against hers once more. But this time the kiss was fiercer, wilder and you knew she was getting really fucking horny. Not that you weren’t too, but you had to stop things before it was too late. So when Jinx dragged her left hand inside your shorts, you broke the kiss and asked breathlessly with your lips brushing hers, “babe, what are you doing?” “What? I can’t fuck my girlfriend?” she said, crashing her lips against yours again.

You placed your hands on her chest trying to push her off of you, she released your lips looking at you with a confused and irritated look, “of course you can love, but not now… I need to get ready for dinner and unfortunately I'm not as fast as you”, you took her hands out of your shorts and pushing her to the side you got up from the bed.

You were making her angry and you knew it, it was what you wanted. You bit your lower lip trying not to laugh as you turned your back to her. “You’re going to regret this behavior later, you know that, right? I won’t be so patient with you toots,” she said, throwing a gear somewhere in the corner of the room. You gave her an innocent look, “Why? Is it a sin if I refuse to have sex with you?” She walked towards you and said close to your ear as she passed you, “ha! baby, sin is what I’m going to do to you…”

Part 2??? 👇🏻🤍

[lullxby]

niccolò x reader

just fluff where he either protects her at school from someone horrible or where she’s having a bad day so late at night he comes to her house and takes her out just on a walk around italy😔🙏🙏

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ MY SHIRT (n. g)

summary : in which a brooding boy notices his bestfriend is upset, and shows up throwing pebbles.

w.c. : .8k

a/n : im bacckkk! thank you for requesting gorgeous, hope you enjoy!

(p. s. i had no clue how to end it so its kinda rough)

warning(s) : none!

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niccolo govender paid so much attention to you. some would say too much. but what else was he supposed to do? you were his best friend. you had a way of making him happier just by being around him, like a ray of sunshine against his rain clouds.

so, obviously, when he noticed you had been looking down all day, not acting like your usual upbeat self, he just had to help you! even if that meant walking to your house in the dark, his hands tucked into the pockets of his dark sweatshirt.

he finally reached your house, the only room with the lights on being yours. he didn’t know if your parents were home, and he didn’t want to risk it when they already thought lowly of him. so, he looked around, grabbing a small pebble off the side of the road and throwing it up at your window. he got it spot on, bouncing off of the pane with a small, yet noticeable clank.

he could see your shadow shifting a bit, then eventually go back to lie down on your bed. he rolled his eyes, grabbing another small piece of debris and tossing it up again. this one seemed to finally grab your attention, as he watched you slide over the frilly curtains, squinting and eventually recognizing him.

he let out a quiet laugh as your eyes darted around the rest of the street, making sure there was nobody else, then back at your closed bedroom door. then, a hushed whisper.

“what?!”

he knew trying to talk to you like this would be useless, so he just gestured with his hand for you to come down. luckily for him, you listened with just a slight eye roll.

you closed the curtains, and a few minutes later appeared from the front door, a grumpy look on your face.

“hello to you too,” he remarked, noticing how you certainly didn’t want to be there.

he felt bad about seeing you upset, but he couldn’t help but tease you when you were like this, compared to your typical personality.

“now will you tell me what you want?” you asked him, and he definitely didn’t miss the attitude used in it.

“walk with me?” he offered, holding his hand out. if you said something about it, he’d play it off as a joke, but he was hoping you wouldn’t.

you glanced back at your house. a little walk couldn’t hurt, right? plus, it wasn’t like your mood could’ve gotten worse. so, with a small groan, you placed your hand in his, the warmth radiating from him encompassing you in the brisk night air.

he let his hand fall a bit, holding it in a more natural position as he began leading you away from the house and down the streets of rome. or, at least, the small neighborhood your house was in.

the walk was comfortably quiet, but niccolo could feel you relax more, leaning into him a bit, your body becoming less tense. he decided to be bold. there was no way you hadn’t noticed his stares during class, or the way he’d always try to be near you. why not lean into it?

“you look good,” he complimented softly, his voice sweeter than it was with anyone else.

he was only met with a glare in response, and the feeling of you pulling away from him slightly. you figured he was joking, considering you just got out of bed, and were in a pair of sweatpants and whatever shirt you saw first before leaving, which was currently hanging suspiciously large on you.

he held is free hand up in a mock surrender pose, not daring let go of yours with his other. he even subtly pulled you back in a bit closer to him. he didn’t get to do this often, and he would be stupid if he didn’t make the best of it.

“i’m serious, i swear!” he tried to defend, a wide grin spread across his face.

you looked skeptical, but leaned fully back against his arm nonetheless, a gentler smile replacing the one he had been wearing.

“thank you,” you mumbled, and he could tell how tired you were.

part of him felt bad for keeping you up, especially when you had been so upset. but hey, you had chosen to walk with him, to hold his hand, to lean against him like this.

still he had his doubts.

“wanna go back home?” he asked quietly as his expression faltered a bit, not wanting to ruin the moment. the moment he hoped you were feeling too.

his question was answered with a shake of your head against his arm, and suddenly he couldn’t stop smiling.

“good,” he hummed, pressing a hesitant kiss to the top of your head. you didn’t respond, but didn’t pull away. he’d take the win.

you were suddenly happy for the lack of streetlights, not wanting the obvious flush on your face to be illuminated. he looked over at you, and you thought you were caught, but something rather unexpected fell from his mouth.

“is that my shirt?”

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[cecilysass]

Beacon (6/6)

Read on AO3 | Tagging @today-in-fic and my poangpal @libbytxf

Chapter 6

Back in his room, she pulls out her medical bag and makes him endure an entire exam, which he tolerates without any comment because she still seems so jumpy.

He doesn’t even make any jokes about playing doctor. He just watches her closely. Her fingers are slightly trembling as she slips her stethoscope under his shirt to listen for his heart.

When she’s finished, she drops down to sit on the bed next to him, looking dazed.

“You’re fine,” she says like she’s sincerely surprised. “Your eyes are a little bloodshot from the coughing, but I think you’re going to be fine.”

“Thanks, Doc,” he says in a dry husk, smiling self-consciously.

She begins to busy herself artlessly stuffing her stethoscope and penlight back in her bag. “You should probably get some rest,” she says distractedly. “We can—you know—discuss the rest of the case in the morning.”

“The rest of the case?” he says.

“Right,” she says. She closes up the bag and stands. “I’ll wash your sweatshirt and sweatpants and return them later, of course. Do you need anything else before I go?”

“Scully,” he rasps.

“Glass of water maybe?”

“Come on,” he says, and catches her hand in his. “You just can’t leave me here thinking about what you said all night.”

With a tiny reluctant sigh she sits back down. He keeps a firm hold on her hand.

“It’s true?” he asks her, trying to meet her eyes. “You weren’t lying for the ghost?”

“Lying for the ghost?” She performs a miniature eye roll, as though that suggestion were beneath her dignity. “Mulder.”

“To save me,” he insists. “You could’ve been. Or… exaggerating.”

“Of course not,” she protests. Her voice softens. “I didn’t lie at all.”

There’s a pause as he lets that sink in. He allows his thumb to lightly run over her knuckles: once, twice.

“Just so you know, I’d, uh, never have brought any of this up on my own,” Mulder flounders in his scratchy voice. “I’d never have presumed that … I mean, I understand about work. Professionalism. Keeping things separate. Feelings don’t necessarily have to be acted on.”

“Right.” Scully’s chin moves up and down. She lets the moment hang there before adding quietly, “I wouldn’t have brought it up on my own either.”

His heart sinks. It’s more than he could hope for, he reminds himself, even knowing his feelings are shared. He could be pretty happy with that much. That and being alive, despite a very close call.

Scully turns to look at him like she’s expecting him to say something else, but he can’t think of what else would add to the conversation. Maybe this is where he should start lying: oh good, Scully, I was hoping you’d agree we should just act like this never happened.

They’re sitting close, their joined hands resting on his leg. Her expression shifts from expectant to a little pained, and her entire body lists toward his. He doesn’t realize she’s about to kiss him until it’s happening, until she’s already pulling away, looking at him with enormous eyes.

That felt like a question, he realizes. You better come up with the right answer.

Before he can stop to second guess, he slips his hand around her neck and pulls the back of her head towards him, managing to crush her lips to his. He kisses her with a force that startles him. Her lips are soft and part quickly for him. She tastes very faintly of cherry.

Mulder knows he should keep this sweet and slow, the way she deserves—but his body prefers swift and intense. Destabilized again by want, he thinks fleetingly. He reminds himself to hold back. His body tenses like a bowstring.

She pulls her mouth away and presses her forehead to his, letting her thumbs drag jagged lines down his jaw. “Does your chest hurt?” she whispers, frowning.

“No, no.” He shakes his head jerkily, giving her a sheepish smile. “I’m just, uh, awfully worked up.”

“Is that a problem?” she asks, cocking her head.

“Only because I don’t want to be an asshole.”

With a tiny knowing smile she leans in to kiss him. This time she is more overtly passionate, gripping him tighter, her mouth teasing his expertly. She scoots herself closer and closer until she is effectively sitting in his lap.

The sudden proximity of her squirming body causes him to squeeze his eyes closed. He makes a creaky, unflattering groaning sound and burrows his face into her neck in embarrassment.

“Ohhh Scully,” he murmurs, muffled, “what happens next here?”

She doesn’t say anything for a moment, and when she does, her voice is careful. “I was assuming I might…” She pauses. “Is it okay with you if I stay?”

Her apparent nervousness makes him bury a smile into the warm, soft crook of her neck. “I think that would be okay with me, yes.”

She puts both of her hands on his cheeks, abruptly pulling his face directly to hers. Her expression is serious, her eyes wide and solemn. She whispers very close, her breath on his lips: “You scared me today, Mulder.”

“I’m … sorry.”

“I know,” she says. “But…” She rakes her fingers through his hair, and he feels waves of warmth breaking all over his body. “You can’t leave me like that. Alone. I don’t even like it when you’re late and you don’t call. If you were… I couldn’t—” Her voice breaks a little.

She’s not as articulate as usual, but he understands her nonetheless—the urgency of what she is trying to say.

He knows she’s thinking of her sister. He knows what it is to be sitting in the dark, waiting forever for the person you lost. He knows there’s a reason why Hero followed Leander into the arms of the cruel black sea.

Leaning into her gently caressing fingers, he realizes he doesn’t know exactly what to say to her.

Her touches make his skin prickle, quicken his breathing, send blood coursing, revive all of his body. All reminders he doesn’t have to respond in words. There are other ways to tell her they’re both still here.

***

The persistent knock on the door wakes Scully. Bang bang bang. It’s not going away, she can tell.

She lifts herself from the pillow and away from Mulder’s possessive arm to squint at the clock. It’s seven a.m., much too early to be disturbed after their eventful night.

She looks around at her immediate surroundings. She has one leg wedged under the quilt in between Mulder’s, and as she more fully sits up in the bed, pushing off the cover, he makes a complaining grunt. When she manages to stand up, he grabs the quilt eagerly and flops over in bed, curling himself up into a ball under the cover.

Well. After all of that respiratory distress—and various other activities last night—he could probably use extra rest.

Bang bang bang.

Scully sighs and looks down at her attire. At some point in the middle of the night, she’d reached for Mulder’s giant sweatshirt and slipped it back on; her practical side deciding it was too cold for a whole night of sleeping nude, post coital spooning or no. But she’s still naked from the waist down. She looks around for the sweatpants and finds them on the floor, slipping them on quickly.

Whoever is banging on the door tries another time.

“Hold on,” she calls, smoothing her hair back furiously. She reaches the door, jerking it open, trying to focus her sleep-addled mind.

“Agent Scully,” Duncan says, surprised. “I—”

Scully remembers too late that this one was Mulder’s room. Duncan’s eyes are probably adjusting to the dark room behind her: the curled-up body in the bed, the scattered clothes.

“Good morning, Duncan,” Scully says with a sigh, bearing this revelation of her private business stoically. “May I help you?”

“I just wanted to tell you and Agent Mulder that I realized something rather … crucial to the case,” Duncan says, making a Herculean effort to tactfully avert his eyes from the background scene.

“Oh?” she says. She glances back at Mulder, who has not moved from where he’s huddled under the covers. “If you give me a moment, I’ll join you downstairs in the kitchen. You can fill me in.”

***

“Something you said yesterday made me think of it,” Duncan explains eagerly, filling her coffee cup. “You told Banoy and me that lighting the brass lanterns was supposed to be lucky.”

“I did,” she agrees, accepting the cup gratefully.

“I assumed that’s because the lanterns were like Hero’s beacon light,” Duncan continues, “or at least that there was a rough association. Light shining in the darkness and all that.”

She holds the cup to her lips, taking a sip, nodding. Duncan is placing a manila folder filled with photos on the kitchen table.

“So let me show you this.” He triumphantly lays an image in front of her. “The exterior of the Inn last spring.”

“Before the renovation,” Scully says, picking the photo up and examining it. It looks different, the shape of the entrance to the house, although she recognizes the walkway and the door. It definitely appeared more generally rundown: peeling paint, dilapidated ornamentation, a slight sag.

“You see the porch? The top? Its shape?” Duncan nods towards the photo.

In the photo the decorative trim on the top of the porch seems to have square corners with a jagged decorative pattern running underneath. It looks like sections of the decorative pattern had fallen off, like missing teeth of a jack o’lantern.

“Look,” Duncan says, pointing at the pattern. “They’re flames. See the little spikes?”

Scully studies the photo more closely and sees that he is right. The little jagged parts are tongues of fire. The top of the porch seems meant to resemble a lantern.

“The porch was designed to look like a lantern light,” she realizes aloud. “Like a giant beacon.”

“I never noticed it before,” Duncan says, pink with excitement. He pulls out another photo to show her another angle. “Probably because it’d fallen apart so much over the years. And I think the little decorative flourishes added on by the Victorians disguised it somewhat. But the porch was obviously originally designed to look like Hero’s beacon light.”

“And like the brass lamps inside the house,” Scully says, fascinated.

“Exactly,” Duncan says.

Scully takes in every detail of the photo, trying to put the pieces together.

“So when you tore that part of the porch down for the renovations…”

“Hero’s beacon light was gone,” Duncan says. “And that prompted some kind of reaction from her. She goes from a colorful New England legend to … I don’t know, a scene from a horror movie. But of course we had no idea demolishing the porch would invoke a ghostly serial killer.”

Scully shakes her head, looking out the window at the tranquil snow-blanketed town below. She wonders if the old family, the descendants of the Younge family, might have known something about this all along.

“So what do you plan to do now?” she asks Duncan.

“Well, it won’t make Banoy very happy,” Duncan says, “but clearly we need to turn our porch roof back into a beacon light. Even if our renovations take a few more weeks. I mean… a murderous ghost is bad for business.”

“I… I guess you’re right,” Scully says, her shoulders lifting and falling. “It’s as logical as anything, I suppose.”

“Anyway, Banoy and I can come up with a better faux beacon design than what was there before,” Duncan says.

“Something less last century,” Scully deadpans. She pinches the bridge of her nose in consternation. “It’s just hard to accept that you have to consult with a ghost about your architectural choices.”

Duncan gives her a sly look. “Am I to assume you’re a believer in ghosts now, Agent Scully?”

“With … many caveats.”

“A lot can change overnight,” he says significantly.

She places both hands around her coffee cup, her cheeks pink. “Yes.” She swirls her coffee slightly. “That’s true.”

“Maybe you and Agent Mulder should go back to Washington for now. I’m sure you’d like to be home for the holidays,” Duncan suggests. “We can check in with you again after a month when our renovation is finished. We can let you know if anything significant has changed.”

She nods, biting her lip. “I will pass that suggestion along.”

“Maybe next month you two could come back up for the weekend,” Duncan says. “Make a trip of it.” He folds his hands and regards her with amusement. “Only to see if anything has changed, of course.”

The corners of Scully’s mouth curl up involuntarily.

***

From the car window Scully watches as Mulder hurries down the neatly shoveled sidewalk from the entrance to the archives building. He throws open the car door and anxiously jumps into the driver’s seat next to her.

“I’m freezing,” Mulder whines, slamming the door shut behind him and rubbing his hands together.

“Why aren’t you wearing gloves? A scarf?” Scully asks unsympathetically. “Why aren’t you dressed for the winter?”

“It was just a fast errand,” he says, making a mock sad face. “Running in and out. I didn’t want to bother with all that.”

“Well, did Mrs. Davenport appreciate the soup?” Scully prompts him. “What did she say?”

“You know, I actually think she did,” he says, a look of satisfaction spreading over his face as he glances back at the archive building. “I told her that Banoy made the soup just for her, and that he wanted me to invite her to visit the Inn and talk to him and Duncan about the ghost. She seemed flattered. And excited to share what she knew.”

“That sounds even better than you hoped for,” she says. “Look at you, bringing the local populace together.”

“She did ask if I’d be coming to the Inn for the history lesson, too,” Mulder admits. “She seemed a little disappointed when I said I wouldn’t be.”

“Yeah, I bet she was,” Scully comments dryly.

“I might have led her to believe Duncan and Banoy wanted her advice in designing the new porch,” Mulder adds, shrugging.

“That is definitely not what they said,” Scully says. “You made that up.”

“The important thing is to get them talking,” Mulder says dismissively. “They’ll be able to better understand how to work safely with their house ghost if Mrs. Davenport and the old family share what they know.” He fishes his keys out. “All the rest is details.”

“Okay then—mission accomplished,” Scully says. She has the impulse to ruffle his hair in congratulatory affection, but it’s so far out of their typical vocabulary of gestures towards one another. She squeezes her own hands in her lap. “It sounds like we’re ready to get on the road, right?”

“Right.” Mulder throws her an enigmatic look as he turns the engine on. “Back in plenty of time for Christmas, just like I said.”

She decides to attempt a bolder comment. “You’re in a good mood this morning, Mulder.”

He flashes her a mischievous look and then peers in the rear view mirror to back the car onto the street.

“I sure am,” he says, grinning.

“Any reason?”

“Hot date for Christmas, remember?”

She faces straight forward, but allows her subdued expression to burst into a wide smile, too. “Of course. I forgot.”

He begins to steer through the little town, which seems even quieter this morning than the evening they drove in. Behind the steepled church, Scully notices a sleepy graveyard blanketed in drifts of snow. She wonders if that is where Sophonia Younge was buried.

“You know, Scully, I was thinking,” Mulder says conversationally. “If you’re now accepting ghosts as part of your worldview, I can put a few more cases on the docket for the new year.”

She eyes him warily, but he continues.

“Just off the top of my head, I can think of a famous case of a haunted hotel in Savannah, Georgia. A similar situation to this one, except the apparition of Anna Powers doesn’t murder people. Just kind of rearranges hotel guests’ clothes and that kind of thing.”

“Rearranges clothes.”

“Yes, most ghosts are actually benevolent entities,” Mulder says cheerfully. “Miss Younge being a notable exception.” He turns the steering wheel as they head off on the country highway. “There’s also the ghost of Peg Entwhistle in California, a 1930s actress who ended her life at the Hollywood sign and haunts it to this very day. She just makes appearances—typical Hollywood. You like L.A., right?”

“You understand our job is to investigate when crimes have been committed,” Scully says. “We’re not actually freelance ghost hunters.”

“If you’re up for some international travel, there’s a ghost I remember from my Oxford days. A Puritan girl named Prudence who was abandoned by her lover, sighted repeatedly on Magpie Lane,” Mulder says. “Don’t you want to try to meet her?”

“A ghost you remember from your Oxford days,” Scully repeats flatly. “Magpie … Lane.”

“It’s a real place,” insists Mulder, smirking. “I didn’t make it up.”

“How many ghosts are wronged women, Mulder?”

“I don’t have the exact numbers, but we can certainly investigate that question, Scully,” he says. “It does seem like a lot. I mean—you can guess why, though.”

“Why?”

“Women are more likely to die without justice,” he says. “So their souls linger behind to try to right the wrongs.”

She leans back in her seat and watches the austere winter trees fly by the window, contemplating what he’s said.

“Not always,” she replies pensively. “Their souls don’t always linger.”

He doesn’t say anything to that right away, and she can practically hear the gears of his mind whirring in the seat next to her. It feels strange, discussing her innermost thoughts so openly with Mulder, but she doesn’t hate it either.

“No,” he says finally. “I guess not always, Scully. Sometimes they leave someone living behind …someone else who has to try to right the wrongs.”

“Yes.” The word feels weighted.

“Do you… wish it were otherwise? That your sister were still here as an apparition?”

“Of course I wish I could see Missy again,” Scully replies to the window. “But to see her haunting my apartment, seeking justice eternally? To see her continuing to exist as a kind of … empty spot, a missing space where my sister used to be?”

“No,” guesses Mulder. “You don’t want that.”

“No,” Scully agrees. “The dead should be free to go on.”

“The living, too,” Mulder says. “Right?”

She looks over at him. His eyes are on the road, but he glances to make brief eye contact with her.

“Yes,” she agrees soberly. “The living, too.”

The car turns into a stretch of thicker overhead trees, and the light in the car becomes sudden blue-gray and dim, patchy with the shadows of limbs reaching over their heads.

Kind of ghostly, she thinks.

She thinks about what sort of things she wishes she were free to do as a living, breathing person. Things she hasn’t done enough. Things her sister would have urged her to do more.

There’s at least one obvious answer.

“Mulder,” she says, as the car winds deeper into the dark and frozen forest, “what day is your hot Christmas date?”

He gives her a look. “You know I don’t really have one, right?”

She leans down to adjust the heat in the car. “You could, though,” she says casually.

“Oh,” he says. “Oh.” His eyes shoot back over to her. “In that case … it’s tonight.” He looks over at her again, checking her expression. “Or tomorrow. Or, you know, the next day.”

“In other words, your schedule is flexible.”

“For that particular social obligation?” He lowers his voice. “Yes.”

“Then soon,” she says softly. “Very soon.”

The road follows alongside a small river, clear and cold, crashing over rocks. She watches it as she reaches for Mulder’s right hand, wrapping her fingers tightly around his. He makes a humming sound.

The river moves too fast to freeze; it never stops its chaotic rush and flow. It pushes on through the darkest corners of the forest.

[farmhandler]

lil prompt: wade gives logan and laura (and himself ofc) an at home spa day bc god knows they could both use it. (optional: with vanessa's help)

“I’m not good at this. Why do you keep making me do it?” Logan asked.

Wade sighed explosively, as though Logan's utter lack of interest in painting Wade's nails was a personal failing.

“Laura needs a role model now more than ever. How will you help paint her nails if you can’t even paint mine?”

"I think I could do a better job with my eyes closed," Laura said. Her eyes were, in fact, closed due to the cooling mask Wade had forced on her first thing when they'd come over. "Why do I have this on?"

"Your eyebags could give mine a run for their money," Wade said.

“She’s fucking eighteen years old," Logan said. "She doesn’t need my help painting her nails. And I'm pretty sure our 'eyebags' are genetic.”

“Then what about me, daddy?” Wade said, fluttering his lashes at Logan. Logan kicked his leg under the table.

Wade wasn't to be deterred. He wiggled his fingers imploringly, waiting, and Logan decided, fuck it, and he tried. Genuinely, really tried to paint Wade's nails, and paint them however he liked.

"Painting outside the lines," Wade said as he watched him make no attempt to try and keep the paint on his nail. "Your technique intrigues me, Peanut."

"Shut it. I've got this," Logan muttered. He finished painstakingly drawing a little star on each nail and then scraped away the paint around Wade's nail afterwards with tissues. He figured cleaning up this way was better than trying to be precise on the first try and failing anyway.

Wade kept a straight face the whole time. Then he lifted his nails and bit his lip, hard.

“Oh my god," he breathed. "What are those?"

"They're stars. The blue background is a night sky." Logan pointed the bottle at him. "You fucking do this shit with this tiny ass little brush. I'm not made for precision."

"You're telling me, sweetie. The edges of my nails are awful. They’re so bad. I love them,” Wade gushed. He smiled at Logan with genuine glee, and Logan felt warm all over in a way he fucking hated, because he'd been feeling it a lot more lately.

Then Wade’s phone rang.

“Can you answer that for me, sweetums? I’m currently very wet and trying to harden up.”

Shaking his head, Logan leaned forward and answered the call without looking. It was Vanessa, letting them know she'd found the LED lamp for the nails Logan had bought not knowing they needed a stupid lamp to work. Why they asked him to do this shit when he obviously didn't know what he was doing, he'd never know.

When she showed up, she also had a bunch of other shit Logan didn't want to have anywhere near him either.

"Sorry I took so long. I had to go to a couple places to find the lamp." Vanessa swept past Logan after tugging him down for a kiss on the cheek by the door and set her bag on the table. "You started without me?"

"Just some nail painting. And giving Laura's eyes a rest."

"My eyes are freezing," she said from the couch.

Logan sat down next to her, because it felt safer to do so. Laura hated this stuff as much as he did. Or at least he assumed she did. He'd never asked.

"You have any idea what all this is?" he asked her, once she lifted the mask from her face. Laura hummed.

"Some of it." She handed him one of the samples Vanessa had dumped from wherever she'd gone. "You should use this."

"Nighttime eye cream?" he read aloud. "And this is supposed to do what?"

Wade was sitting waiting for his nails to dry, so Vanessa walked over and ripped open the packet. She then dabbed the cream under his eyes and rubbed it in. When Logan tried to yank his head away, she grabbed his chin and made him sit tight.

"Come on, put up with it for five seconds," she said. "Trust me, you'll like this one."

The scent wasn't overpowering, which was a plus. Still strong, but that was most things. The cream had a surprisingly soft texture. Once she was done, he wasn't going to admit it felt kind of nice, but he didn't need to. Wade grinned at Logan like a loon.

"You don't have to look so fucking smug about all this," Logan muttered.

"You lost the bet, so I don't even need to pretend," Wade said cheerfully.

"Because you cheated," Logan hissed.

"And I didn't get caught!" Wade clapped his hands together, apparently deeming them dry. "All right, now let's get serious."

About half an hour later, Logan really was regretting letting Wade get away with cheating.

He had an itchy mask on his face, his hair was pinned back by a headband with kitten ears on it, and Wade could not look any more pleased if he tried. Logan had assumed the nails that needed a lamp to cure them were for Laura or Vanessa, but everybody insisted on putting them on him. So he sat there while these sparkly pink nails dried, and the facemask did whatever it was doing on his face.

Logan hated it, but Laura...Laura was laughing. She's been laughing. She thought Wade was funny, but Vanessa and Wade together really set her off. Logan had never seen her laugh so much.

Logan exhaled. Maybe regret wasn't the right word. And maybe he didn't hate it.

"You ready for your mud bath?" Wade asked, sitting down next to him.

"You'd better be joking, bub."

"Only slightly. I do have a hot tub that's been bath bombed with your name on it. And all the supplies I need to work on your feet while you do. Don't worry: I have fully and mentally prepared myself to pick the fungus out of your toes."

"Ew," Laura said to their right. Vanessa was in the middle of pulling her hair back to join the face mask crowd.

I'm not doing that, Logan almost said, and then looked at Laura, and Vanessa.

If he let the night end now, sure, he'd be more comfortable, but...well, he didn't hate all this.

The candles were nice. Wade had picked really subtle scents, and nothing too fruity or overly clean. They reminded Logan of his cabin, the one he hadn't visited in years. After a rain, when the forest surrounding it smelled heavy and sweet in a way he couldn't explain to anyone who didn't get it.

"Yeah, all right," he said. Wade looked surprised.

"You okay?" Wade asked, inexplicably. He scooted closer to Logan and touched his knee. "I really won't force you into it, if it's that bad."

"It's not." Logan touched his hand. Their nails looked completely mismatched, especially his. On his gnarled hands, the pink stood out badly. He lifted them into the light for inspection. "I could use a bath. You coming in with me?"

It was both a tease and a genuine question. Wade laughed, startled, still grinning that shit-eating grin.

"And fondle your toes directly? Absolutely."

Logan thought back to that kiss on his cheek. So he kissed Wade's cheek, and when Wade made a soft sound of surprise, Logan shifted his mouth a few inches over to Wade's.

Now Wade looked stunned. Someone cleared their throat behind them.

"No fondling," Logan said, rising to a stand.

"A little fondling," Wade said, finally recovering enough to speak. He leapt up and followed Logan.

[sunny374940]

Feeling better, darling?

This is a little self-indulgent story about Emmrich helping Rook through a migraine.

Here on ao3

Rook was lying in bed, curled up in the tightest ball he could manage. His head was pounding, he was dizzy and his stomach was churning with nausea. He kept his eyes shut tight, as there were sickening spots dancing around his vision whenever he opened them. He had been awake for a long time now, though Emmrich was already gone when he woke, probably going to work in his study. Rook wanted him here, but couldn't get out of bed to go find him. He wanted to at least fall asleep to escape the pain, but he couldn't manage that either.

He pressed his forehead into the mattress to try and alleviate the horrible throbbing ache, but no such luck. He knew what he was in for, it would be hours before the migraine ended, and all he could do was lie there and suffer. He was freezing, having slept only in his underwear, but the thought of having a blanket touch him made his skin crawl, and so he lay shivering atop the bedcovers. At least it was quiet in the bedroom and the curtains were drawn, muting the light coming in somewhat.

His blessings didn't last long, however, as the door opened and Emmrich strode inside.

“Darling, it's nearly noon, why are you still in bed? Did I exhaust you too much last night?” he asked, all cheerful and way too loud, and he drew the curtains open.

Searing bright light hit Rook's face and it burned itself painfully through his eyelids. He cringed away with a whimper and threw his arm across his eyes, but even that small movement made another wave of nausea roll through him. Shit. He really didn't want to puke, especially not in front of Emmrich. He tried to breathe deeply, but it did nothing to keep the bile from rising in his throat. Emmrich at least had the presence of mind to close the curtains again, when he saw Rook's reaction.

“Rook? Dearest, what's wrong? Are you ill?” He sounded so worried. Rook probably looked as bad as he felt, then.

“Migraine,” he whispered between labored breaths, just barely managing to keep himself from vomiting.

“I can try healing-”

Rook interrupted him, desperate to get the words out before Emmrich started getting ideas about using magic on him.

“No magic. Makes it worse.” He remembered all too clearly the one and only time he had a healer try helping him with a spell. He'd spent the rest of that day in such agony that he contemplated bashing his skull open to make the pain go away. Magic really didn't play nice with his brain. He could hear Emmrich fidgeting with his hands, making the bangles on his forearms jingle softly.

“But surely there must be remedies,” he said, tone hopeful, like he would have gone to the edge of the world if he could find something that would help him. The thought was nice, and he almost felt bad for dashing that hope.

“Woke up with it, medicine won't work. Shush. No talk.”

He loved hearing Emmrich's voice, could listen to him go on about his theories for hours on end, but now it was pure torture, the sound stabbing right into his brain like red hot needles. Emmrich really did stop talking, an impressive feat, given how much he probably wanted to interrogate Rook about what he could do for him. Instead Rook felt the mattress dip and Emmrich was hesitantly making his way towards him on the bed.

The idea of Emmrich touching him was appealing, maybe he would stop being so damn cold. Emmrich touched his side gently, oh so careful not to disturb him overmuch, and the warmth of his hand was wonderful, taking his mind off the pain for a moment. Rook wanted more, so he flailed his arm around until he alighted on Emmrich's hand and dragged him forward to lie at his back. He sighed at the heat radiating off Emmrich, the shivers that had been plaguing him finally subsiding. If only his fucking head would stop trying to explode. He tried to stretch his neck to get rid of the painful stripe of stiff muscle that was making the ache of his head so much worse, but the movement did nothing but make his head swim.

Emmrich must have realized what he was trying to do, because he raised a tentative hand, running it along the side of the muscles at the back of his neck, until he found the knot there. He pressed gently with his thumb and Rook almost moaned at the relief. Emmrich then got to work, massaging the tense muscles of Rook’s neck and back and Rook was slowly relaxing under the touch, the pain abating at last. He was exhausted and sleep finally claimed him.

He woke up well into the afternoon, feeling weak and still a bit dizzy, but the pain was gone and he could almost weep with relief. He was warm and Emmrich was still there, cuddled against him, and he had covered them both with a blanket at some point.

“Hello, darling,” he whispered when he noticed him stirring, as if worried that anything louder might set the pain off again. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah, thank you,” Rook said and he turned over to look at Emmrich for the first time that morning. There was a worried crease between his brows and Rook smoothed it out with a thumb, earning himself a relieved chuckle from Emmrich.

“You stayed with me?”

There was a tinge of disbelief in his voice as he realized that this actually was the first time he didn't have to go through this alone. Emmrich looked almost offended at the implication that he would want to be anywhere else but here with his ailing lover.

“Of course I wouldn't leave you alone in such a state! What if you needed me?” he sputtered indignantly.

“Aw, you're so sweet.” Rook smiled brightly at him, kissing the tip of his nose.

That post migraine exhilaration that always came with the relief of being pain-free at last was settling in and Rook purred happily to himself. Emmrich perked up at the sound, beaming at Rook, glad to see him finally feeling better. Then Rook's stomach rumbled, reminding him that it had been empty since yesterday and wouldn't tolerate this state of affairs any longer.

“I'm starving,” Rook announced. “I need some breakfast.”

“I believe the word is dinner, my dear,” Emmrich said with a smile.

“Whatever, I'm going to the kitchen. Come with me?”

“With pleasure,” came Emmrich's answer. He helped Rook get out of bed and get dressed and together they made their way to find something to eat.

[kepler-station]

How is Innocence/Grief/Healing getting along with the other Ancients. Like, how do they interact with Pure Vanilla, White Lily, Hollyberry, Dark Cacao, and Golden Cheese cookie? Considering they were a Beast of Grief but now is currently Light of Healing, there should be some interesting interactions.

Also; since Dark Enchantress Cookie is after the Beast and Ancients soul/jams, could this mean she be after Reader’s soul-jam also. This reader au is the reason I going through the day and life in general.

answering this via not-posting because i feel like it's too much to make an actual post for a question so just like a past ask where it was just a question it's gon be under the 'answering mystics' tag ++ it's gon be a small summary of the interactions with the new ancient hero... that is also a beast. hopefully ur okay with this not being an actual post, human, and hopefully ur doin' atleast okay out there. glad to see your holding up well. — 💋

PURE VANILLA COOKIE IS.... the most patient with you, and your go-to when venting or ranting about your friends, they understand how you feel. They're like your gentle caretaker, but they treat you as a friend and not a child. Quiet moments with Pure Vanilla in the gardens of the Vanilla Kingdom is common as well as tea with him and White Lily, and maybe even the rest of the Ancients too. weirdly enough, this feels oddly familiar...

HOLLYBERRY COOKIE IS... as she says, is always pleased to meet new friends! Sure, she may be a little unsure of yourself due to your roots as a beast, but once she's heard your full story and what went on in that archipelago of yours (i forgot the name), she's sure you can redeem yourself. She supports you and your journey of healing, and sure her methods aren't exactly ideal but she has the spirit! She's also an amazing friend and is always willing to lend a hand in any mishap you may cause, and with no bad feelings either! huh, how odd. this feels so... mundane, familiar, close...

DARK CACAO COOKIE IS... unsure of you. he wasn't sure with you considering his experience with a beast, one of your friends, but he gave you a chance (because hollyberry said so). like pure vanilla, quiet moments are common with him but because you two are the least close within the group. overtime, he gets more comfortable with you and your time with him is well appreciated because you two are mostly silent and quiet, which means peace and time for the mind. he appreciates you for it and believes you can finish your journey in healing. you two also spar for fun and because he wants to see your potential, and you two train together sometimes. how weird, he reminds you so much of someone you once held dear...

GOLDEN CHEESE COOKIE IS... also unsure of you, and incredibly distant. because of her experience with a beast, she's also defensive of herself when she first met you and found out you were a beast. this was expected with goldie, and your friends were quick to stop her and defend you, but it sure took kind of a while for her to be open with you. now, because of her awakened abilities, she likes having you as an opponent for fun and wants to see your potential in a real fight. truth be told, she can't wait to see what you can really do! how weird, huh, she's almost like a nicer version of someone you once knew...

WHITE LILY COOKIE IS... more aware of what you can do compared to the others, and so is vanilla. she's your go-to when improving and controlling your magic, emotional magic, and she's willing to teach you how to utilize your soul jam and your new magical capabilities along with it if you ask her. quiet moments with her is also fairly common, but you two are the closest when it comes to your connections with the other five heroes. she saw and connected with you deeply, and she knows and understands how you feel. sure, vanilla is open to you venting to him but if you want true comfort for how you feel and your grief, lily should be your go-to. she's almost like your new bestie at the end of the day... reminds you of a certain someone...

DARK ENCHANTRESS COOKIE... clearly wants you the most of the other ancients. since your soul jam evolved directly from the beast's full power and not just a purified drop of it, yours is the most powerful by far. even more so when you remember that yours was never purified before it turned into the light of healing. with time, you'll become the most powerful of the ancients, and dark enchantress knows it. she doesn't care about your sob-story, she's interested in your incredible power and she wants it, clearly and desperately. your friends will have to defend you from her earnestly, then.

[luckycl0ve]

reading over the post-scripts in his letters from the Inquisitor before the final stand (under the cut)

A personal coda to my letter. Though the circumstances prompting our meeting were perhaps not what either of us would have chosen, I am glad we did meet. 

Warden Thorne, 

I very much liked meeting with you at the Cobbled Swan. I was trepidatious, given my history with the Grey Wardens, but most of all, my history with you - or lack thereof. 

I am sorry to have to have met with you under the current circumstances. I did not wish to ambush you but, as Morrigan reminds me daily, 'tis not the time to fret regarding past misdeeds; such thinking is a trap we can ill afford'. As always, heeding her counsel proves to be the wisest decision. Simply put, it could not be helped, but in hindsight I also regret not making any effort to address the past. For the avoidance of all doubt, I acknowledge that you are my flesh and blood, though I do not flatter myself that you are my son, given that I had no hand in forming you into the man you are today. Indeed, I also do not keenly know the sting of recent events, given your near total elven heritage, and your history of immersion in elven culture. This is something I have never, and likely will never, understand, despite my own unorthodox parentage.

I would discuss the past with you in the future, at an appropriate time, once you are less preoccupied and, if I may, once cooler heads prevail for the both of us. 

I hope that you will take this letter in good faith as a sign that I wish to work as a bolster for your team. In that team, surround yourself only with those wholly committed, as I did with the Inquisition. Savour your time with them, and please try not to dwell on what's come before. 

Yours, 

The Inquisitor 

-

Rook, 

I find myself wondering if you have read my letters, as you do not respond. I fear that you have nothing to say to me. As a comrade-in-arms, this may be the case, but given what we are to one another, I can scarcely believe it. I hope that you come around one day, for there is much I wish to share with you. I promise, my intentions are true, and I wish only the best for you and your team. 

Yours, 

Inquisitor Trevelyan 

-

Rook, 

The hour is late, and the missive this post-script is attached to was penned over the course of several days, under the watchful eye of Divine Victoria, and with the guidance of my beloved's sharp wit. The situation is grim in the South, as I have detailed, but having heard reports from Weisshaupt I find myself at a loss for words, despite imbibing a significant amount this evening. The Jennies are visiting us with reports out of Orlais. Ranier accompanied, keen to relay happenings in Ferelden, and learn of the state of the rest of the world - he was extremely impressed with your efforts, and to hear of your successful Joining, years though it's been since that particular feat of yours. He often told me I would have made a good warden - flattery from a liar, of course, but a good man, who is still committed to the cause overall. In truth, I miss my inner circle even more than I have said. 

(...) 

The hour has grown even later. My thoughts are drawn, spurred on by the events at Weisshaupt, to the Calling. I know you will hear it one day. I do not know how I will react close to the time - of course, my reaction is not paramount, I apologise for 

(...) 

I once met dwarves from the Legion of the Dead, who have a funeral prior to their heading to the Deep Roads, as they know they will not return. I wonder if you would tell me, if you heard the Calling. I would very much appreciate being in your life, if I still live at that stage. I hope that it is many years beyond my own. 

Yours, 

Adam Trevelyan 

-

Rook, 

I implore you to respond to me, when you are able. I hear tidings of your success in the Hossberg Wetlands. What this means for the wardens, and their Calling, remains to be seen. I wonder if you will still hear the Calling - it seems that the rules writ by the ancient lore of the wardens are changing daily. I apologise for my ramblings in my last missive on the matter - I have spent so long being asked my views on even things I scarcely have time to read a paragraph about, let alone experience first-hand, that I find myself offering opinions on that which I am not entitled to. It is hard to relinquish the habit of trying to be everything to everyone - a burden I hope you do not become as accustomed to as I. 

I would like to imagine that you and yours are able to live our your full lives without that particular spectre of the Calling looming over your shoulder, now. With your additional feats at Kal-Sharok, and your closing in on the final Archdemon, I wonder if the days of blight in Thedas may be numbered, and your Calling permanently suspended along with it. I hope for all our sakes, but especially yours, that that will be true. 

I would ask that you write back to me as soon as you can. I understand you intend to make a run for the gods soon. 

We should meet at the Cobbled Swan prior to that occasion. Morrigan has insight that we must abide by - I am aware that this has been helpful to you so far in your plight, and I would be there when she divulges any further knowledge to you, if you will allow. I would encourage caution befitting of your status as a leader of your resistance, and a warden, and I would also encourage you to meet with me one-on-one, man to man. I know you may be skeptical, but I urge you: as one figurehead of a movement to save our world to another, I would request that you please listen to my advice, though I expect that you will not need it. I have faith that you will not repeat my mistakes, but if I can help you avoid them in totality, I would be most privileged to do so. 

Yours, 

Adam Trevelyan 

-

Rook,

I understand now that you do not wish to communicate with me wherever possible. That is, of course, your prerogative - but understand that I write my next words in empathy. 

After discussing the matter countless times with Dorian, I think that I now understand why you do not acknowledge my communiques. You are a grown man, with no need for a father - perhaps you had a paternal figure growing up, and I am surplus to requirements.

Perhaps you feel that I shirked my responsibility to you. I assure you, this was not intentional. I write now not to absolve myself of responsibility to you, but to offer explanation, and a reassurance that it was not through malice that you and I had not met previously - nor that I have not truly addressed my shortcomings in our letters, so far. However, I now see that an explanation is owed, and my thought processes need to be laid bare to try and staunch the aching divide between us, and the impact it could have on our loved ones, and the world at large. 

I wonder if you went through the Harrowing - as a young circle mage, I did, myself. When I was in the fade, walking it as you do now, although with much more fear, I met a pride demon. It told me that one day, I would father a son who would change the way of the world forever - a source of pride, on my behalf - but also that my pride would preclude any form of kinship with him. I will be frank - being a young man, and preferring as I do the company of men, in my foolishness I thought it extremely unlikely that the demon had the right man. I did not realise that by the time I underwent the Harrowing, my partner at that time was already carrying you. When I emerged triumphant from that hideous ceremony, they had already been sent away by our superiors to another circle, never to be seen again by me. I must admit that, despite my tears and my anger and my desperate searching, I never did see them again, and no one in the circle was any help. I am sorry to tell you that I am not sure if they still live, but my unfortunate feeling is that, in the wake of what happened in Kirkwall, they fell victim to the Rite of Anulment. I do not feel, though, that I will ever truly give up my search for the truth about them - something Dorian has kindly helped me with wherever he can.

I only learned of you decades later. During the exalted council, Dorian broke the news of your existence to me, after investigating rumours out of Tevinter, Kirkwall and a few areas of Ferelden. The way you were described - the way my father Lord Trevelyan gossiped when drunk at feasts, cursing my name and bloodline, spilling the events of your birth and first few years of life, such as they had been reported back to him to ensure a successful cover-up - it could not be mistaken. Perhaps there is a kinship between us, after all, in that neither of us have a father that was to us that we wanted nor deserved.

In my shock, I ignored the information he shared on you, for a time. I was busy, in demand, and you may be aware, a recent amputee, pulling the scraps of my organisation together into something smaller but more useful. I wrote letters addressed to you, but burned most of them. I did not know how to find you, and worse, each clumsy sentence felt more insulting to you than the last. Before I knew it, you had been conscripted to the wardens. As an aside, I worked with Hawke, who spoke of Anders with a love and frustration that only deep understanding of his character explained. Knowing what I do now of your character, it is no surprise to me that Anders saw in you a kindred spirit, if with a better sense of humour; a man in need of support, and healing, in order to achieve his full potential, and true self. It prides me to hear that you have won so many battles, including that to become who you truly are, though of course it may not be my place to say so.

Again, I will be frank. I do not have an amicable relationship with the wardens, though I did not exile them from Orlais when given the opportunity. I did not want to impose upon them to remove one of their recruits from their ranks, nor take one of their soldiers after you had undergone and survived the Joining - something for which I am eternally grateful. I doubt they would have let my letters through to you, if I had had the courage to send them, as Dorian always encouraged. 

To that end: you and I have both lost people, in our endeavours. I offer my heartfelt condolences for your losses, and grieve them as my own. Each is a weight on the soul, shaping the fade of our dreams, doubtless, if we get any sleep. But Morrigan notes that you have, just like I did in the height of the Inquisition (and continue to now), an enduring love. I was warned against my love with Dorian by senior chantry authorities and my own advisors alike - being a Tevinter as he is, and a man. Savour your romance with the Antivan crow. Do not listen to any who would warn you against a supportive, uplifting love, with whomsoever you find it. Perhaps you realise that you follow in the footsteps of the Hero of Ferelden. Proud as I'm told you are of your Fereldan upbringing, both in the alienage at Denerim and with the Dalish of the Brecilian forest, after warden comrades of the Hero rescued you during the fifth blight, I am sure this is not lost on you. I implore you, focus on love, mutual support, and treasuring your beloved, and the losses do not weigh as heavily. 

It strikes me that you live in the fade, while I have only striven to walk it twice. When I walked in the fade for the second time, during the siege of Adamant fortress, I was shown your face by a taunting demon of fear. I did not know you, but it seemingly did, and told me you were my greatest shame. I wondered what it meant, not realising what it was referencing until I learned of your existence years later. 

It was not true. I could never be ashamed of you - my own shortcomings, yes, but I do not feel embarrassed or regretful whatsoever regarding you, Rook. It seems to me, now, that amongst all of the death and blight that surrounds us in the South, you are a beacon of hope in the North. How miraculously in the darkness a light can shine that was thought snuffed out forever - to me, this is what you are. My greatest shame is, and always shall me, not writing this letter sooner - not to absolve myself of blame, but to offer my sincerest of apologies, for leaving you to a world so cruel to elves, and mages, and bastards. This is not the sum-total of all you are, however.

I hope that you read this, my son. Please know that I am truly sorry. I do not expect you to reply, nor for your anger and hurt to be recovered by my words, but hope that one day, you may reach an understanding of them; I hope that, at some future time, I may hear your story in your own words, rather than second-hand from allies and advisors.

Stay safe, and fight on as you always have. I will be here for you, should you change your mind about all I am to you. I will always be willing to stand by your side, in all that you are. 

Your father,

Adam Trevelyan 

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Son, 

Thank you once again for your words, after the final stand in Minrathous, and for your incredible bravery, strength and compassion that night. Truly, in all my days, I could never thank you enough, for both your words and deeds and, of course, those of your allies.

I know time is short, given both of our efforts to rebuild, but I appreciate your missive in the aftermath, after all we achieved together - of course, the vast majority of it being your efforts, with myself arriving at the eleventh hour to do whatever little I could to help - something I will always do for you and yours, from this day to my last breath. 

Of course! I would be thrilled if you can find time to see Dorian and I at the rebuilt Archon's palace. He is extremely busy, as am I, but he insists there is always time for a dinner party: something which, having seen off several world-ending events, I am inclined to agree with. 

I hope you will not regret meeting with me. It shall always be on your terms, of course, and with whomever you choose to bring. I will even look the other way, should Lucanis wish to bring knives into the palace, should it be what the both of you want. I understand that visiting two mages, accompanied by his mage fiancé, may not be the easiest for one once known as a 'mage killer' - though thankfully, all Venatori have now been ousted from these halls, and will likely think twice prior to attempt to infiltrate them once again. We will remain vigilant, regardless.

Thank you for your condolences regarding Lord Trevelyan. I was never close with my father, and he could not have been clearer about his stance on me, for all I am, and whom I love. It was good to see my half-brothers and half-sisters at the funeral. Thank you for advising me on a trusted Mortalitasi for the ceremony. Disturbed dead are common with all the recent upheaval, and I feel I have had quite enough of Lord Trevelyan. Though he maintained a professional demeanour throughout, I could tell that Professor Volkarin was inclined to agree, presumably having heard something unpleasant from my father's corpse during the proceedings. I have reassured him that it was nothing personal, he was like that with everyone. The Professor, at least, was very compassionate throughout, in spite of it all.

I find myself reflecting on the mistakes of Lord Trevelyan's that I repeated, when it came to you: the conclusion I reach is that I am extremely thankful to have this chance, now, to rectify them. I will not be what he was: begrudging, and slanderous, and a bitter drunk who regarded his own flesh-and-blood with poorly-concealed contempt, simply due to the circumstances of their birth. This is not fatherhood, nor manhood. I only wish you could have met him, and set him dead to rights on these issues. It would have not been a pleasant experience for anyone involved, but I would have liked for him to be cut down to size by your usual wit. That, I'm sure we can both agree, would have been priceless. 

Your words mean the world to me, Rook. I hope you understand and believe this, but if not, I will endeavour to show you with my actions. 

Send word via the candlehops when you are ready. Dorian and I will clear our schedules to make it work - as many times as you like, or even just once, should you prefer it. 

All our best, 

Your Father, Lord Adam Trevelyan

- with well wishes from Archon Dorian of House Pavus

[annaphoenix1994]

Trying Again

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Once the ceremony had concluded, Simon had helped eased Kiera into the passenger seat of his car, eager to get her home and enjoy the rest of the evening within the presence of each other before they departed the next morning for the first destination to mark their honeymoon - to which Simon still did not tell her what he had planned. With assurance that Jacob and Evie were taken care of and secured into Eva's vehicle, Simon waited until Eva had driven in front of them on the way back to the ranch. 

"That ring looks good on you, babe." Kiera giggled from the passenger seat, blushing as she physically witnessed Simon's pupils dilate to a thicker diameter once he held his gaze on her, his lips curling into a smirk. 

"Not used to wearing rings, but I'll gladly get used to this one," He chuckled, his right hand reaching for her left, bringing her knuckles up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss there. "Didn't think that ring could look more perfect dressed on that pretty finger, love." 

"I still can't believe we just got married," She sighed. "We've waited so long for this and now that it's finally happened... I can't wrap my head around it." 

"Me either, but I'm glad it did," He smirked. "As much as I dread leaving our children behind for our honeymoon, I think it'll be a relief for you to have some time away." 

"It will, but I'm going to miss my babies so much," She frowned. "Mom said she's going to send us constant pictures and videos while we're gone." 

"I'm sure, love," He assured her. "I can't wait to see your reaction once you figure out where we're going." 

"Well, where are we going?"

"That's a surprise. But I will say I accidentally fucked up the flight..."

"What do you mean?" She arched her brow. 

"Well, our first flight was supposed to go towards the east coast, but I somehow scheduled it for Nevada..."

"You're confusing me, Simon."

He smirked, "Let's just say we'll be spending a couple of days in a certain town in southern Nevada first..."

He watched her jaw drop, "Babe, are we... Going to Las Vegas?" 

"Possibly," He smirked. "Just know that I can't afford to be losing my new wife in Sin City. I babysit Johnny enough." 

She giggled, "You can't babysit me if you can't find me..." 

He arched his brow and she giggled, "Trying to make my blood pressure rise already?" 

"Oh, I'm sure you already are getting a rise out of this evening. If you know what I mean..." 

"Don't start anything you can't finish, love." 

"Who said I didn't want it to finish?" 

She smirked as she watched his face flush before he moved to adjust himself behind the steering wheel, clearly desperately trying to hide his pending erection, his mind briefly short-circuiting as he had hoped they were nearly home. Sighing, he gripped the steering wheel tightly before reaching for her hand, hoping to distract himself from intimate thoughts until he were to get home. 

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Without giving her any notice, Simon hastily swept Kiera off of her feet before he began to carry her towards the house, the train of her dress waving in the night air as Kiera giggled into his neck, placing short and teasing kisses along his hot and aroused skin. "All bloody mine," He grumbled. "You got that?" 

"Roger that, Lieutenant." 

He huffed in frustration, closing the door with his foot before rushing himself and his new bride into their bedroom, easily laying her on the bed and gently resting himself between her thighs, caging her between his arms and capturing her lips with his. "Simon." She moaned into his mouth, her core flexing in arousal.

"What is it, love?" 

"I can't believe this - us. We're finally married." 

"Good thought, yeah? How about we finally officiate this marriage?" 

She groaned at his words, running her hands through his neat hair only to ruin it, leaving the residue from his hair gel on her fingers. His hands had slowly began to run up her smooth legs, smirking against her lips when he realized she had been wearing a garter around her thigh after the pads of his fingers swept across it. "What's the order of this thing?"  

He knew. 

He knew what it was for and the tradition behind it, but he wanted to hear her say it as well as add his own twist to it.

"Oh, you know, typical bride attire," She giggled. "Tradition." 

"Is that right?" 

"Mhm. Don't they have that in Manchester?" 

He shrugged playfully, "Don't know. Never been married before. Might have to fill me in on this so-called tradition."

"I'm sure you can figure it out, babe." 

"Oh, so you're not going to tell me?"

"Well, we kinda broke the tradition a little bit..." 

"We've broken several, love." 

She giggled, "Well, you know how I tossed my bouquet during the reception and you refused to take my garter off from under my gown-"

"Because I'm selfish and didn't want anyone to see your legs? Yes." He replied proudly, the pads of his fingers tracing over the garter slowly. 

"You were supposed to take it off from under my gown and toss it to your groomsmen and whoever caught it was supposed to be getting married next-"

"Well," He scoffed, placing a kiss to her collarbone. "We agreed to make our own traditions. I think I know what I want to do with it." 

"Hm? What's that?" She hummed. 

"I think I'd want to rip this off of you with my bloody teeth and display you as my trophy," He didn't give her a chance to reply before he placed a kiss to her lips and lowered his body to where his head was under her gown, placing slow and delicate kisses from the inside of her knee and thigh until his lips fell onto the garter itself, gently grasping it with his teeth before he began to drag it from her thigh, smirking against her skin every time he heard a pretty whimper leave her lips. "And when I do that, nobody's eyes except my own get to lay on you." 

"I'm all yours, Simon." 

"I like hearing you say it." He murmured, proceeding to remove the garter with his teeth and slide it over his wrist before his mouth returned to her inner thighs, proceeding to move upwards under her gown before his lips landed on her sweet core, his hands resting above her gown to run his fingers along the lace fabric. All fucking mine. 

Her fingers were desperate to latch into his hair while her soft moans filled the quiet bedroom. She couldn't get enough of the image of him in his suit all for her. 

Simon's hands splayed across the outside of her thighs, holding them firmly against either side of his head while his tongue lapped through her folds, nearly making her jolt every time he crossed her clit with every slow and determined minute. 

Eventually, she had climaxed on his encouraging tongue, rewarding him for his efforts before he sat up on his knees, looking down at the overstimulated mess of his new bride, smirking at how flushed she already was. He sat back on his knees, admiring the way her dress bunched up at her waist and how her skin flushed, leaving red blotches of adrenaline dressing her chest and cheeks. Smirking, he moved to where he was standing on his feet, walking over to the nightstand to retrieve a condom from the drawer, setting it on top of the nightstand before he removed his dress shirt, tossing it to the side as Kiera moved to sit on her knees on the bed, her perfectly manicured nails curling around the belt of his trousers, her lips pressed against his muscled abdomen while her fingers slowly unbuckled his belt. 

She pumped his erection slowly with one hand, her thumb swiping the small bead of arousal that pooled at his aching head, swearing to herself that she could feel his pulse through his shaft. "On your back, babe." She whispered. 

"Dominant lass, yeah?" He smirked, looking down to admire the doe-like gloss in her eyes. 

"Don't make me ask again."

He couldn't help but smirk at her demand, sincerely loving when she'd get intimately aggressive with him, Kiera being the only person he'd consider being submissive for. He didn't know why, but he loved being bossed around by her - it unlocked a new excitement he never knew he had. "What happens if you do?" 

"Then I guess I'll just satisfy myself." She hummed. 

"Is that right?" He arched his brow, curling his index finger under her chin, forcing her head upward to look up at him. "Those toys of yours don't have the same affect, love." 

"Making yourself feel better, huh?" She giggled, knowing she was pushing his buttons. "On your back." 

"I don't much like being told what to do-"

"Oh, I know, Lieutenant," She hummed, placing a kiss to his chest. "But you're a long way from the barracks, babe. Need I remind you that I technically outranked you if you want to start using terms." 

He inhaled sharply, his chest rising and a tingle traveling through his body, although he still didn't budge. I want to see if she really could make me, but bloody hell, those eyes she's giving me makes me want to fall to my knees and do anything she asked...

"That's what I thought," She giggled after hearing no response from him. "On your back." 

He couldn't help but do as he was told - Kiera being the only person to be able to dominate him. If he were honest, he quite liked being submissive - having her on top of him to her mercy and using him as she pleased. 

He loved it. 

Especially in her wedding dress - the sight alone drove him wild. 

Her dress splayed over him as she straddled his hips, subtly rolling her own hips to grind against his erection. He couldn't help but grasp the fabric of her dress in his hands during his desperate attempt to grasp her hips, leaning his head back against the pillow when he felt himself succumb to her hot core. 

They groaned in unison as his hands firmly held her hips while she slowly slid down on his length, eventually able to fully sheath himself inside of her. 

In roughly three months, the couple had lain together once due to the unfortunate events of the miscarriage in July followed by her father's passing. 

And during that one time, he had begun to use a condom to prevent another pregnancy knowing she had wished to wean from birth control and that he didn't want her to go through another miscarriage. 

It was a decision made by him to use a condom for her sake, knowing the effect hurt her more than it did him.

He knew she had been mentally exhausted - the last thing he wanted for her was to feel like she had an obligation to please him sexually. 

After all, he could care less if she had told him she'd never want to have sex again, knowing that the miscarriage alone was enough to frighten her about the idea of ever getting pregnant again. 

"Fuck!" She hissed, briefly uncomfortable due to the sudden stretch, keeping herself still on him to let her body adjust to his size. 

"Are you alright, love?" 

"Yeah," She nodded, splaying her palms across his chest. "Been too long for us." She admitted, blush staining her cheeks. 

"I'll wait as long as you want me to." He assured her, his hands finally finding the skin of her hips under her dress, gently rubbing circles along her skin with his thumbs. 

Her hips rolled against him, Simon unable to restrict his hips naturally wanting to buck up into her, but he knew she had things in her control when he was under her, completely surrendering himself to her. 

Already overstimulated from his tongue, she had heard herself squelching against him between moans. It was addicting for the pair of them. "You feel so good, love," He admitted, his voice gruff and smooth. "You were bloody made for me." 

She hummed in agreement, leaning her head back to enjoy the sensation he was giving her with just his length alone - his touches and words nearly driving her over the edge every time she felt his skin on hers. 

Suddenly, his forearms hooked under her thighs, effortlessly picking her up off of his length and curling his arms to where her core was level with his face. She braced her hands on the headboard in front of her, tightening her abdomen to keep her full weight from landing on his head. "Simon, I-"

"Don't hold yourself," He warned, his hot breath fanning against her wet folds and making her shiver against him, gasping when she felt his arms tighten around her thighs and pulling her weight down onto his face. "Sit." 

"But I don't want to hurt-"

"-Sit," He said sternly. She was unable to see his threatening gaze by how her dress had spread over his head when he moved her, but she knew that look. "Like a bloody chair." 

"But what if I suffocate you-"

His arms tightened around her thighs and pulled her down onto him, the tip of his nose pressing firmly against her clit, giving her the perfect stimulation while his tongue began to work against her folds, eager to bring her to a second orgasm. He loved when he would bury himself inside of her, but something about pleasing her with his mouth drove him crazy. Like a drug, he would think, musing about how intoxicating her taste was to him. 

He rewarded her with a quickened pace of his tongue when he felt her relax, knowing that gravity was in her favor when she finally realized just how good it felt. And to Simon, the thought made him harder than what he already was - almost painful. 

But he couldn't let up anytime soon. 

She tasted too good. 

Her moans gradually grew louder and louder, her stomach tightening at the sensation of his skilled tongue, goosebumps erecting along her skin when she felt his hands leave her thighs and slide up her back, slowly and delicately unclasping each button that held her dress together, keeping her nude body from him. He knew that if he didn't get that divine dress off of her soon, he'd accidentally end up ruining it. 

Sensing that she was on the brink of her second orgasm, he couldn't help but smirk when he heard a desperate whine leave her lips, knowing it was a punishment for even saying that her toys could get her off faster than he could in a sorry attempt to get him to submit.

With the dress now draping from her shoulders and exposing her breasts, he curled his arms around her waist and gently guided her to lay on her back, placing a hot kiss to her vulva before he guided her to lift her hips to slide the dress from her body, leaving her to be completely nude under him. His hair was now a mess and his chin was glistening with her excitement. Licking his lips clean, he then moved to make a trail of kisses from her hip all the way to her sternum, shooting a quick glance to her before he gave attention to her breasts, expecting her to deny access to them as she was still breastfeeding. Unbeknownst to her, Simon knew that even caressing her nipples were more stimulating than before she was ever pregnant. 

Judging by her sudden moan after he did it, he assumed that she had finally realized.

Especially when she arched her back to press her breasts even closer to his mouth, begging for more than just his hands. "Eager, are we?" 

"You're just teasing me at this point." She giggled playfully. 

"It's what you get for teasing me with the thought of you playing with yourself earlier," He answered, sitting back on his calves to reach for the condom on the nightstand, pinching the corner of the wrapper between his teeth before she stopped him. 

"You won't need that, babe," She spoke, her foot coming up to rest on his hip. "I want to try again." 

"Are you sure?" 

She nodded, "Positive." 

He wanted to ask her what was going through her mind for her to compile her decision, but he didn't want her to think about the reason as to why he had begun wearing condoms in the first place since the miscarriage. "I know we haven't really talked about it prior to the wedding, but-"

"-I love having children with you," He assured her. "I want another one." 

She smiled, "You do? I thought two plus Baler was enough for you." 

"The lad is almost an adult and our two are now a year old. I can't lie to you: I loved seeing you waddle around like a penguin with your belly." 

She laughed as his hands ran up and down her smooth calves, slowly tracing his fingertips to her hot folds, excited at the primal thought of getting her pregnant again, except this time, they were actually trying.

"Best get to it then, babe." She smiled, opening her legs for him when she felt his body lower onto her, their lips locking as his hips lazily pumped against her, teasing her yet again before he snuck his free hand to guide himself into her, the sensation driving him over the edge with her immense warmth and tightness. 

They lay in sensual lust - his hips guiding himself slowly into her as he savored every thrust while she purposely squeezed her walls around him every time he withdrew his hips. His lips were pressed against her neck and jaw while her nails dug into his back, leaving small scratches behind only to encourage another hard thrust from him. "You're so deep," She groaned. 

"I can go deeper," He whispered into her neck.

"H-How?" She asked, surprised. 

He smirked against her jaw before slowly withdrawing from her, "Turn over," He directed, grasping the nearby pillow to place under her abdomen, arching her hips perfectly for the deep angle he was about to let her experience, giving him an unrelenting pace into her G-Spot once he began to thrust. "There you go. Press your thighs together and cross your ankles," He continued, now standing at the edge of the bed, pumping himself lazily as she did as she was told. "I can't lie and say I won't hold myself back from getting rough," He admitted shyly, his head now at her even tighter entrance. "You grip me even tighter like this." 

She began to reply before her mouth opened to a gasp, the hot stretch of his length entering her and pressing against her G-Spot once he fully sheathed himself. "Please get rough, Simon." 

He groaned at her plea, hoping that she knew just how rough he could get. Pressing his palm between her shoulder blades, he did as she requested. 

Relentless, powerful thrusts of his hips snapping into her at a set pace. Each thrust rubbing against her G-Spot, making her toes curl and her back shiver while the pillow under her head collected her loud moans. 

Skin-to-skin contact filled the room along with their moans of pleasure. "Harder." She begged. 

"Are you sure, love?" He whispered, keeping up his pace. "I don't want to hurt you-"

"Harder, Simon," She moaned. "I want you to." 

Bracing one arm next to her head and the other palm between her shoulder blades, his thrusts grew harder and harder, the headboard of the bed now colliding with the wall as the squelching from her core swallowing him drove him wild. He curled his hips downwards every time they snapped, jolting every time he felt the sponge-like flesh of her G-Spot against him. 

Several minutes later, he stilled to release his spend into her, pumping slowly until he too became overstimulated, only keeping up his pace to bring her to her second orgasm before he did. 

With deep breaths, he rewarded her with kisses along the column of her back, slowly withdrawing himself before he helped her move to a comfortable position, smirking at how her mascara pooled at the corners of her eyes before bringing his thumb up to wipe the marks away. 

[justrainandcoffee]

Happy new y... (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc)

Masterlist - Based on this post.

Summary: It's New year's Eve and the first problem the Solomons are facing this new year is trying to stay awake until midnight. Alfie and the promise to close his eyes for just five minutes...

Warnings: None. Fluff.

Words: ± 300.

1927.

They were invited to spend New year's Eve with some friends but that was their first time they were going to celebrate with Allie and the couple decided to stay at home just the three of them.

Alfie prepared a delicious dinner and Rose and the girl decorated the table using the best china the Solomons have. Their three dogs also had a special meal for that night.

Allie was the first to fall asleep and the English bulldog followed her. Rose took the little girl in her arms and tucked her in bed. She couldn't help but yawn as well. End of the year was really busy for her and barely had time to sleep. When she returned to the living room, Cyril was already sleeping next to the fireplace. The only ones awake were Alfie and their chihuahua, Beast.

"I'm so sleepy I don't think I can stay awake till midnight," she admitted settling into the sofa.

"Go to sleep I'll wake you up five minutes before midnight," Alfie replied totally confident.

"Are you sure? Aren't you tired?"

"Not really. Just rest, Rosie, and at midnight we can celebrate."

The woman smiled "I'm just going to close my eyes. I just need a little nap. Don't forget to wake me up." Alfie saw his wife covering herself with a blanket and how quickly she fell asleep. Alfie couldn't help but smile looking how peaceful she looked with her eyes closed.

The house was now really quiet if it wasn't for the sound of the fireplace and Cyril snoring. Beast was now on his favourite pillow ready to sleep as well.

Alfie watched the clock. 10:30. But for him it wasn't right, last time he checked was 10:20 and that was like half an hour ago. Or it seemed so. He could feel his eyelids slowly closing but he couldn't, he promised her to stay awake! He stood up and went to the kitchen to drink water, then went to his daughter's bedroom to check on her. The little girl was completely asleep.

When he returned to his couch, he looked at the clock again. 10:40. It couldn't be.

"Fucking hell," he whispered to himself.

The book he was reading was interesting so he took to continue it, but the warm of the fireplace and his full stomach were conspiring against him. Alfie gave up and closed his eyes. Just five minutes he promised to himself.

Just five minutes.

When Rose opened her eyes, she noticed the calmness in the house. The clock said it was over 2am and in front of her, Alfie was snoring with an open book on his lap and she couldn't help but chuckle. The woman knew he wasn't going to make it either. She stood up and touched his arm gently. Alfie opened his eyes as well.

"Let's go to bed, Al," she said, smiling "We can't sleep here."

"Fuck, luv, I'm sorry! I really wanted to stay aw..." But Alfie couldn't keep talking because she kissed him.

"Happy new year, love."

"Happy new year, Rosie," he replied kissing her, too.

1928, a leap year, found them more sleepy than awake but once again together, 40 years now.

This time, 366 adventures awaited for them and as they were going to bed this time to sleep properly, they just needed to wait for what was going to come.

[tgrailwar-zero]

Happy New Year!

There's not much for me to say here that I didn't already say here.

As always, I'm grateful and I hope you have a Happy New Year! No polls, but I do have something that I felt like sharing under the cut.

This was a blurb I wrote when I was considering doing small 'interludes' between party members. Stuff that wouldn't be seen by you 'in canon', but still viewable just for the sake of expanding relationships and everything. I hadn't decided whether to post it or not, and I still felt like I needed to clean it up and fill things in, but I figured it would be worth posting as-is. It was good for me while I was trying to figure out character voices, but I wasn't sure if it would be entertaining to actually read, so I never actually posted it.

This was the 'stimulating conversation' that Constantine and Ner referenced having in the baths here. It's about 4-5 pages of text that's mostly idle discussion and some attempts at character study... but, well, if you're into that sort of thing... have at it. If not, there's a cut for a reason.

Either way, hope you all have a very Happy New Year.

@lapithae

His Masters told him to rest, and Nero was going to the baths. He didn’t have a long day that he felt needed any sort of reprieve, but he didn’t know when he’d get a chance to bathe like this again. So, he accompanied her.

There wasn’t any real embarrassment there. Public bathing was a rather common occurrence for both of them, though said baths being unisex was culturally in a state of ebb and flow. However, when it came to personal opinions on the matter, he was closer to ‘ebb’ and she was much closer to ‘flow’.

They both sank into the water, letting the steam wash over their exposed forms. Nero, as perceptive as ever, broke the ice.

“You have concerns about our contractors.”

“How do you figure?” His tone sounded a bit more defensive than he would have liked.

“Your thoughts read plainly across your face.” The Rose Emperor said, looking upwards towards the ceiling. “You are a man of rumination.”

Constantine’s eyes narrowed slightly, before he sighed. She did, despite the tactlessness of the statement, have a point. It was how he was raised, and how he ruled. Deep consideration before action, paying close attention to the behavior of others before making a move himself. One didn’t win at chess by blindly moving pieces, after all.

There was strength to rumination, to contemplation, to thinking through things.

“Constantinus.” Nero said, clearly about to make a point, though her voice was slowly growing more muted to his ears.

‘Constantinus’.

That was the name she preferred to use for him. He had bothered to correct her before- the Latin pronunciation of his name wasn’t the one he had used as an Emperor. The Byzantines spoke Greek, so he was ‘Konstantinos’, even though by right they were also considered ‘Roman’. He hadn’t thought there was anything odd with that, not now and not then. Languages changed, cultures changed, kingdoms changed. Things changed, as the world spun.

The ‘ebb and flow’ of life, he presumed.

‘Constantine’ was a nice middle ground, in his opinion. It was… modern. There was just a twinge less responsibility clinging to it. 

“Constantinus.” Nero repeated, her voice filled with just a hint of impatience. He blinked, looking over and across at her, as she folded her arms across her chest. “You’re ruminating again.”

“I was just thinking.” He replied, “But I apologize, I wasn’t listening. What were you saying?”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. She had always tied it so neatly, so seeing it loose and practically enveloping her in the water seemed like an impeccably rare sight.

“As Emperors, we are to devote ourselves to the common people. However, that does not mean we owe the common people anything.” She began, “Our empire is the great stage, and those that live within it are our audience. We perform, but we do not deign.”

He remained silent, his eyebrows raising slightly, a quiet gesture prodding her to keep talking.

“Meaning,” She continued, “if you have concerns about our summoners and their path, then perhaps the issue has to do with your pride. Our Ensemble may be foolish, but I do not contract myself with people that I believe are lacking potential. They cannot be ‘unworthy’, because of that fact.”

The logic was simple, though the soundness was based entirely in arrogance. One could not contract a Roman Emperor unless they were worthy, because a Roman Emperor would not debase themselves to be contracted to someone beneath their own worth.

“Tell me, do you think you're beneath the imperium?”

Now that was a tricky question. He wondered how his other antecessors would have answered. Perhaps a loud, resounding ‘No’- the strength of voice and mind that defined one as an ‘Emperor of Rome’. He must have hesitated for longer than Nero expected, her lips slowly turning into a half-smile as she closed her eyes.

“...I see. I apologize for asking, Constantinus. Perhaps something other than your imperial nature called you to them, then.”

Something else, then.

He remembered when he was first called. Alone, but called. His chest burned, his heart ached, his brain was addled. He almost felt like he had to throw up- like he had to vomit that confusion, heartache, and anger.

Then, reason took over. He blew away the fog of the confusion, attempted to analyze the heartache, and…

…And he swallowed it down, that anger. His anger. That raging Greek fire that stained his soul. That’s what he did. He let it simmer in his chest.

He kept that to himself, closing his eyes pensively.

The bath fell into awkward silence. Awkward for him, at the very least. Nero seemed like someone devoid of shame, someone who didn’t allow ‘awkward silences’ to occur, at least on her end. His eyes trailed to the ceiling, while he idly heard her legs kick in the water.

She didn’t seem like the type that liked silence in any capacity.

Which meant that the silence did get to her. Her eyebrow twitched, before she squinted at him. She held out her hands, positioning her fingers like a picture frame before nodding.

“You have a nice physique.” She said, abruptly.

“...Where did that come from, Antecessor Nero?”

“You are sculpted in Rome’s image. Strong marble, that can weather the sands of time without eroding. You are resilient, which is why you fear that they are not.”

“Hm.”

His brow furrowed, his fingers drumming on the edge of the bath as he thought.

Fear seemed like an exaggeration. He was concerned, yes. It wasn’t to say that the ones who contracted him weren’t resilient, they had been through a great deal of hardships in a short amount of time. However… there were so many questions, so many things that he didn’t know. So many pieces that existed on the chessboard, but that he couldn’t see.

He heard Nero clear her throat, as he glanced in her direction. She was standing now, her fully nude form laid bare before him. Hands on her hips, clearly expecting a compliment.

“I see Rome in you as well, Antecessor.”

“Ahh! Such a thing is obvious, but that makes me very happy regardless!”

She splashed back down in the bath, beaming. After her excitement faded, her bright grin faded into something a bit more sensitive.

“They care about your opinion, you know.”

“My memories as that ‘Beast’ are fleeting as well… however, I promised them power. Greatness. Strength to accomplish their goals without difficulty. An easy path, with scorched roads and bloodshed. And despite it all, they denied me. As an Emperor, it vexes me a bit, but… well, I am happy that they did so.”

She chewed on her lip, briefly, her gaze drifting past him and somewhere else.

“...And yet, they endeavored to reach an understanding with the ‘irreconcilable me’.” She continued. “It would have been an impossible path, but the fact that they tried gave such a path shape.”

“And all I was considering was cutting you down.”

Nero shrugged. “I would not blame you. You wouldn’t be the first.”

“But if I had killed you back when you first manifested, we wouldn’t be here now. My instincts were wrong.”

“...I would not call you instincts ‘wrong’, but you are correct. If things had been different, we would not be here, together, enjoying this bath. And for that, we should be grateful, yes?”

He sat up a bit, the water lightly splashing around him. “Grateful?”

“Mm.” She smiled, “If our contractors, my Ensemble, were not foolish enough to unleash my bestial self, not fully follow your instincts yet still pursue my demise, and have pity for that dark wretched shadow of mine… I would not be here enjoying these baths! Thus,” She boomed with  a laugh, throwing her head back. “Thus, I must be grateful!”

He groaned with a half smirk, sliding back into the baths, letting the warmth surround him and allowing his muscles to relax for the first time. Grateful, she said. Grateful for mistakes, grateful for reward, grateful for pleasures both lasting and fleeting. She had died, a part of her at least, but now she was sitting back and loudly laughing about being grateful for it.

Grateful from moment to moment. 

Pleasure to pain, and pain to pleasure.

The ebb and flow of it all.