#but after may I don’t know where I’ll be/what I’ll be doing which is scary

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

I really hope that one day I’ll be able to go to opening night for one of Taylor’s tours.

[sixosix]

can you do an aether x reader lil one shot please!!! my baby gets no love ;( I'm fine with any story or plot but maybe one where they've been travel buddies for a while and his feelings have just been bottled up over time and he just explodes in to a confession and then some cute fluff from there!!!!!!

a/n wc 1.6k there are tears in my eyes as i write this i love aether sonmuch. also sorry if this is all over the place i was trying so hard not to turn it into another 10k word fic…. ft. lyney

aether doesn’t vividly recall the moment his feelings blossomed. there was no pinpointed moment, only all of it growing restless inside him.

he likes to keep his team to four people maximum, oftentimes none at all—just him and paimon to worry about as they move from region to region, friends made yet no proper strings attached. it’s for everyone’s sake, as aether doesn’t plan on staying too long in one place. that’s how it should’ve been.

you appeared one day, demanding to take you in his team. just for liyue and then you can separate ways, you said.

“i’m visiting my awfully quiet lover to break his silence. i need to figure out why i’ve stopped receiving letters,” you explained, blinding him with your bigger-than-life personality.

and because aether is a weak, weak man to people who don’t know how to back down, he agreed, albeit hesitantly. “alright,” he said in defeat. “just liyue?”

“just liyue,” you affirmed, beaming as he’s accepted you probably easier than you expected.

just liyue is a lie, and he should’ve known it the moment he had to confirm it. he didn’t bother with formal introductions and keeping conversations, knowing he wouldn’t see you again anyway. it didn’t help that paimon adores you, expressing her loud disappointment when you have to part ways with them.

paimon floated lower than usual. aether sighed. “should’ve known you’d grow to love someone who spoils you with sweet madame more than me.”

“hmph! y/n’s nicer to paimon than you!”

but he does see you again some time later, facing a large tree, kicking it out of frustration. it’s pouring heavily; your clothes are soaked.

“am i scary?” you asked when aether and paimon approached you, staring ahead, fists trembling.

“what’s wrong?! did something bad happen?” paimon fluttered around you nervously, unsure if she could touch you.

“he’s not dead, at least,” you said bitterly. “just too cowardly to tell me that he doesn’t love me anymore. i suppose it was better breaking up face-to-face than through letters.” you sighed bitterly, shoulders hiked up to your ears as a fresh wave of quiet tears washed over you, muted by the rain. “this is embarrassing, getting dumped because i was too much.”

“it’s not. you came all the way from mondstadt just to see him. didn’t he at least care about that?” aether asked, which might’ve just been his longest sentence yet. why were you out here soaking? if it were him, he wouldn’t have been so rude to leave you astray during a thunderstorm.

“i can’t force him, if he doesn’t want to see me. i’ll be alright, i promise.” you rest your forehead against the bark of the tree, water sliding off your cheeks—aether isn’t sure if it’s the rain or your tears.

he understands, possibly more than anyone.

and aether—still a weak, weak man when it came to people breaking down in front of him, knowing what it’s like to lose someone so dear to you—gently says, “xiangling told us there’s an event holding place here later. you’re coming with us.”

just liyue was already a warning in itself that it would never be just as that.

you weave yourself in his life as if you were always there, fitting in like you haven’t met him and paimon just a few days ago. he tries to convince himself that he’s doing this to cheer you up, but you’ve been making him smile more than they do to you.

he would turn to his side and see you feeding him a chicken-mushroom skewer after a short battle, insisting even when aether says he’s not as injured as you may think. he would turn to his side and see you and paimon laughing over something he missed and find himself grinning as well.

he would turn to his side when you tug on his sleeve, shyly asking if he’s willing to take you to inazuma as well because you didn’t want to stay in liyue if they weren’t here anymore.

“sure,” aether would say. he’s a weak man, and you were holding on to his cape, looking so adorable that aether wanted to melt on the spot. but that’s a normal reaction to cute things, probably.

taking you to inazuma turns into bringing you along to sumeru, then eventually fontaine, until everyone is convinced you’re a staple in aether’s adventures: aether, paimon, and y/n.

this is what it’s like to have a good team, aether persuades himself. a good team, a useful asset, aether reminds himself sternly as you slice a ruin cruiser off of existence with fierce anger in your eyes and a stick of tricolor dango in your mouth. you wave at him after, beaming, and his heart does something weird.

and now, when some of his friends suggest that he lays you off even just for a day so he can have three other people who work together seamlessly with him, he dismisses it quickly—without thinking. he already works best with you by his side. if they want to come along with him, they have to accept they’re coming along with you just as well.

“thanks for letting me join you,” you whisper one night, lying on the grass and watching the stars with him. you turn your head and meet his eyes, smiling softly.

“of course,” aether says. of course, because now he can’t imagine what it’s like to not have you with him. “i’m the only one who can handle how scary you are.”

you scoff, gently punching his arm as he laughs. “shut up, idiot. you know what i mean.”

i know, aether wants to say. but would that be too much? aether doesn’t want you to think he’s trying to replace someone important in your life this quickly.

you are scary. you’re terrifying him with all these unwanted feelings he doesn’t know what to do with. but aether wasn’t lying, either—he can handle fear just as well.

and now, as aether watches lyney grin and kiss the back of your palm, aether’s chest burns with something unpleasant, sitting in his stomach and urging him to take action. a rock under his shoe. he does not like it, not one bit.

“uhh,” paimon shifts nervously mid-air. “paimon thinks you should stop glaring daggers into lyney before he notices.”

“glaring daggers? i’m not glaring daggers,” aether hisses. his fingers are starting to ache with how painfully he’s clutching his sword. “no daggers here…” he curses as he watches you grow increasingly flustered.

the sight startles him. not your expression, not lyney’s clear provocation, but aether’s stance towards it.

“i thought we’re friends with lyney again?” paimon asks, terribly confused.

“the best of friends,” aether says, marching over to the scene. paimon makes a disbelieving noise.

lyney smirks knowingly as aether gently tugs on your arm. “oh,” lyney says, all sly, more of a fox than a cat, “i didn’t know you were already spoken for. i do apologize for the misunderstanding.”

you glance between an amused lyney and an irked aether, dazed. “i’m not…?”

“your jealous boyfriend says otherwise,” lyney snorts as aether bristles.

aether glares heatedly at lyney, even as the latter backs away with a smug grin. “y/n, let’s go. there’s nothing else to do here.” he’s being rude. he doesn’t care. his mind is blank—or maybe it’s running miles per minute, and he struggles to keep up.

and because you always listen to aether, you let him drag you off, nearly failing to wave goodbye to a chuckling lyney. lyney calls for paimon, distracting her as aether continues walking away from the scene.

you turn to aether, barely able to keep up with his hurried steps. “whoa, whoa, hey, aether—aether, are you okay? your face is so red.” you touch his cheek, and he crumbles. “aether.”

he halts, frowning at the ground. frustrated.

“aether, is there something wrong?”

that’s the thing. aether doesn’t know what’s wrong. he was content with watching you from afar—content with your stars slowly aligning with his as he stands back and watches it happen. he was content with not doing anything about it. but not doing anything about it would mean everyone else thinks you haven’t got aether wrapped around your finger.

“sorry,” aether says. to the painful beating of his heart, restless with unexplained fury. “i didn’t—”

“…idiot.” you always tell him that. you’re the only one who calls him that, but he knows that were they to try, he wouldn’t let it slide so easily. “it’s okay to admit you’re jealous. it’s cute.”

it is not lyney’s flirtations that tip aether over; it’s the sweet smile you give him, the gentleness of your gaze, and your face so close to aether’s that you and him share the same breath. what tips him over is all of it crashing down on him, as daunting as a fight, as abrupt as the beat of his heart:

oh. oh. is that it?

aether doesn’t vividly recall the moment you wormed your way in. maybe it was the moment you jumped down from a tree branch and scared the wits out of paimon, only to demand nervously he take you. maybe it was the moment he softens when your shoulders shake and rain pours relentlessly overhead. maybe it was the stab of jealousy seeing someone else try to steal you away from him when you so obviously belong to him as he belongs to you.

it doesn’t matter.

“i want you,” aether says, then blinks when you do a startled take. “no—no. i mean. i… like you. and i want you to stay. here. not with them. not anyone else.”

“stay right in front of you?”

“in front, beside—doesn’t matter.” aether grows weak, limp as he presses his forehead against yours. “i just want you.”

“okay,” you smile, tipping your chin to kiss his cheek. his heart soars. “that’s all i needed to hear.”

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

title: no, you’re the monster

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: G

genre: angst. like super angst.

pairing: alastor x reader

summary: As the hotel has gained notoriety in Heaven, after more souls are redeemed, an idea of allowing those at the hotel to talk to their Heavenly family is put in place. The only thing is Alastor has never even once, tried to use it to talk to his mom. What’s the worse that can happen when he does use it as you offer the idea up to him?

As the hotel gained notoriety and after a few more souls had been redeemed, Heaven started to finally collaborate with Charlie on redeeming sinners. One of these ways was for sinners to have a weekly call via a special portal to talk with their loved ones up in heaven. Which Angel and Alastor likened to prison. Charlie didn’t care though because it was “progress”.

The idea though, was to create a connection in heaven that sinners would want to work towards. Most of the hotel patrons and staff used their calls weekly. You remember Angel’s first call talking to Molly as he cried realizing she was up there and hearing her sobbing, thanking him for protecting her in life. Encouraging him to do better so that she could hug him. Needless to say, after that call Angel gave up just about everything and really set forward on a path to redemption.

The only person in the whole hotel who hadn’t used these portals were yourself and Alastor. Your whole family had been awful to you save for your sister and she was still alive. You had checked. Alastor on the other hand, you had heard him mention his mom. He talked about her fondly and made her special jumbalaya on occasion. You figured that he would use the portals to talk to her, but he never did. So, one night when sleep was evading you again, you found a chance to ask as you were sitting in the lounge reading and everyone had gone to bed.

“Another late night where sleep’s tender hold evades you my dear?” Alastor said, appearing on the couch across from you. You jump a bit and chuckle.

“You know me too well Al.” You say and put your book down. “How was your day?” You ask him, as he materializes a book to read. You remember the first time you asked him how his day was, he asked you why you wanted to know. You had to explain you were being nice and it was something friends did. He questioned you on your use of the term friends but let it slide.

“It was well enough. I took a trip over to Cannibal Town. Rosie says hello.” He chuckled. He had introduced you to Rosie after you wouldn’t stop begging him to come with to Cannibal Town. You wanted to see more of the Pride Ring but it was scary, up until traveling to the hotel, you stayed in your apartment mostly. Except for work down the street. So, why wouldn’t you want to go to Cannibal town when you had scary dog privileges with Alastor?

“Awww, really? I love that. I’ll have to come with you over there soon, if you don’t mind of course.” You say, dog earring your book page so you don’t loose it. Alastor scoffs seeing you do that.

“Why you choose to ruin books is beyond me.” He mutters. “And of course you may, Rosie may have my head if I didn’t say yes.” You nod.

“How else am I supposed to save my place Alastor?” You ask him.

“With a bookmark.” He explains, conjuring one up and it floats over to you, his magic opens your book, smooths out the dog ear and then places the book mark near the spine. You roll your eyes.

“With how you treat books I am sure you are devastated to know that the library of Alexandria was burned to the ground.” You say, your voice monotone, closing the book.

“Absolutely devastated.” Alastor grins and then goes to reading his book. You sigh, and ready yourself to ask him the question you’ve been wanting to for a while.

“Hey Al?” You ask quietly.

“Hmm?” He murmurs not looking up from his book.

“Can I ask you a question, and you promise not to get mad at me?” You say. He looks up at you, his eyes scrutinizing you as he motions for you to continue.

“So, today was portal day for everyone. And I’ve seen everyone use the portal to talk to loved ones in Heaven, but I’ve never seen you use it. And the way you talk about your mom… Don’t you want to talk to her?” You ask, looking up and your eyes widening as a darkness falls on his face. “I’m sorry, I was just curious. I can leave you alone as I think I’ve overstepped.” You say starting to get up.

“Sit.” Alastor says, a tentacle appearing and pushing you back down. “You’re… fine. I just don’t think my darling mother wants to see her darling son… like this.” He says motioning to himself.

“But if she loved you and you her-“ You start, being cut off by Alastor.

“She was the only one to love me in life.” He whispered.

“Exactly.” You say and gently cross over to his couch sitting next to him. “Wouldn’t you think she’d want to see you again, regardless?” You say earnestly.

“Well, I suppose…” Alastor starts.

“And would it not help you to have a conversation with her?” You go on.

“I’m not being redeemed dear.” He chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“No, I know your sentiments on that. But wouldn’t it be good to talk to her. Not to encourage redemption, but just to catch up?” You say. “If it were my sister, I would love that. I know when she dies I’ll be doing that, I don’t plan on being redeemed, because I want to stay here and help with the hotel. But I’d still want to hear her voice again.” Alastor sighs and looks off, you can see his jaw tighten.

“I apologize if I’ve prodded too much. I can go if you’d like.” Wanting to remind him you could give him space but a small part of you realizing this was good progress as he hadn’t freaked out on you yet. You celebrated the small victory.

“Maybe I will put my name down for next week my dear.” Alastor acquiesced.

“If you wanted to do it now while everyone is sleeping you can.” You smile and hold up the portal key. “The portals stay open until midnight. They started doing that because Charlie and Emily talk a lot.”

Alastor looked at you, his eyes wide. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can even leave the room if you’d like me to. Or we can wait it’s up to you.” Alastor breathes and it’s like watching a war be fought on someone’s face with the emotions running through his eyes.

“Would you stay with me?” He asks, sitting up and fixing his suit jacket and ears, taking a breath.

“Always.” You whisper and his eyes widen. He nods at you.

“You sure about this?” You ask one more time. “You can say no and I’ll forget we ever had this conversation.”

“No, go ahead.” Alastor breathes. You stand up and look forward. You place the key in the air turning it and hearing a click. As the portal opens, a directory is pulled up.

“What was your mom’s name?” You ask, waiting.

“E-Evangeline. Altruist.” Alastor says almost breathless. You find her and look back at Alastor.

“One more time, I’m making sure, you want to do this?” You ask holding your hand to him. He takes it and stands up.

“I wouldn’t have accepted if I wasn’t sure.” Alastor says shortly. Giving off his confident air but his eyes were unsure.

“Okay. I can pull the plug at anytime too. Just let me know.” You press the name and the screen brightens and then Evangeline comes into view. Alastor gasps, his eyes wide and his hand squeezes yours.

“Evangeline Altruist?” You ask as she looks down at you. The portal must have appeared on a table.

“Yes, who is this?” she asks confused. You explain what your name is and that this portal allows those in Hell to communicate with loved ones in heaven. You explain that there is someone who would like to talk to her and does she accept the call. She does and you step out of the way and motion for Alastor to step in frame. He breathes and slowly does so, seeing his mother for the first time in who knows how long. There’s a gasp from his mother as she murmurs out his name.

“Hi Mama.” He whispers. The radio effect gone and a southern sounding accent in his voice as he talks to her.

“Alastor, is that you? You’re in hell? Truly?” His mother cries.

“I-Yes I am. I do miss you dearly.” He says, looking almost ashamed, his ears pin back on his head.

“I had heard the rumors… But I never thought my boy… What have you done Alastor?” She asks, her face twisting. “I don’t even recognize you from the man you were. The man I knew.”

“Mama, please, I-“ Alastor starts his eyes desperate, as he flits over to you and back to his mom. Your own heart shattering. You hold out your hand and he grabs it like a life line.

“No. You are no son of mine. I do not recognize you.” Her voice turns cold, your eyes widen and Alastor’s eye brim with unshed tears. “After everything… this is what you become? A monster?” The disgust in her voice is unbearable as Alastor bows his head and tears fall silently down his cheeks. You on the other hand see red.

“Now, just a damn minute here.” You say stepping back into view and shielding Alastor, still holding his hand.

“This is none of your business, girl.” Alastor’s mother exclaims, anger in her eyes.

“It became my business when you decided to unleash your bullshit on your son with me here. This was my idea, having him come talk to you, because out of everyone here at the hotel, he hadn’t made any contact with the woman who he holds in such high regard. So i figured, you held him in the same regard.” You start and get cut off.

“I loved my son, in life and in death but what he has become is worst than Lucifer himself.” Evangeline continued on. You felt your hand shaking with the strength of Alastor’s quiet sobs.

“No. Nope. That’s where you are wrong. Alastor has worked at this hotel night and day to help people be redeemed. He protects this hotel from those that wish it harm, he protects the patrons and Lucifer’s daughter Charlie. He is genuine, and while he has made a numerous amount of wild missteps in life and in death, he is trying to be better. I see it, the staff at the hotel sees it, his friends see it. And if you choose not to know him or you care not to get to know him, that is entirely your loss. He is not the monster, you are.” You say as you pull out the key, and start to end the portal. “Don’t call for him either. If he decides he wants to actually talk to you again, it will be his choice.” You say as the portal closes and the last words you can hear are ‘I’m sorry.’

“A little too fucking late for that.” You murmur pocketing the key. You turn and your heart breaks seeing Alastor’s tears paired with a smile.

“You don’t have to smile with me you know that right? Nothing I know about you would I ever use as a weapon against you.” You say as you cross over to him slowly, looking for any signs that he didn’t want comfort. Even though you felt like the last person who should be allowed to do so as this was your idea. You reach up and caress his cheek, wiping away tears that continued to spill.

“Alastor, I am so so sorry.” You say, tears coming to your own eyes. “I should have never suggested… I am so sorry.” You say again, bringing him down as he willingly folds into your arms.

“Can you take us to your room?” You ask, knowing he would never let any show of real emotion happen out here. He nods and suddenly you’re in the middle of his bed that has been moved into the forest he added in his room. You gather him to you and he sobs, his head in the crook of your shoulder and neck, as he grips onto you for dear life. There’s something even more heart wrenching as all walls fall and you can hear his natural accent, no radio effect at all, through broken words of ‘I’m sorry’, ‘She hates me’ and ‘I’m a monster’. His shadows darkening the space and the one shadow that always followed him looking so distressed.

“Alastor, if she can’t see the good in you then that is her own blindness. Darling, I can see it. Charlie sees it. You have changed from when you first got here. Hurt people, hurt people. And I think you’ve been hurt for a long while. It’ll take time, but I ain’t going anywhere. You’re not a monster to me.” You assure him as his sobs somehow become even worse hearing you. You gently rock him back and forth, and look up at the sky he produced for the forest. A perfect replica of the night sky on Earth.

“When I was back on earth in my 20’s, my sister would get upset and would go out to the roof. Anytime I found her there, I’d hold her and tell her stories of the stars. Do you want me to do that?” You ask. Wanting to take Alastor’s mind off of everything. You feel him nod and you smile slightly, pressing a kiss to his head, feeling him stiffen at the affection and hug him tighter.

“So there’s this group of stars that makes up a virgin maiden that they named Virgo. Many people say that Virgo’s constellation represents Persephone, the daughter of the Greek Goddess Demeter. Persephone in some stories was kidnapped by Hades, Lord of the Underworld. Demeter’s grief at loosing her daughter, abandoned her post as Earth Goddess, which caused crops to wither and the earth to grow cold.” You recounted one of your sisters favorite tales. Feeling Alastor’s cries fade and his body relax. “Because of this Zeus ordered Persephone to be put back on Earth, but along her travels she mustn’t eat anything.” You continue, gently wiping the tears off Alastor’s face with your oversized shirt. He doesn’t protest and just looks up at you, his eyes rimmed red but the self hatred you saw before not as prominent. You smile at him while you finish. “That’s why Hades gave her six pomegranate seeds, which she ate. Meaning that she would spend six months of the year with Hades and six months with her mother.” You feel Alastor sigh, and you think this is when he will get up and pretend none of this happened, fortifying those walls again. That doesn’t happen. He draws you closer to him, his body laid over yours and his head resting on the left side of your chest where your heart was.

“Tell me another.” He requests, not looking up at you but looking out into the forest. You smile and glide your fingers through his hair, stopping to pet his ears every now and again as you begin telling the story of the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper, astronomy stories being whispered well into the night until you both were fast asleep with a blanket Alastor had pulled up over you both.

[kakiastro]

Chilled Astrology Observations

Hey y’all! You good? I’m sorry I’ve been MIA lately, I needed a break from everything for a while. While I’m still taking a break, I will start to post more content back up. I’ll be doing schedule post instead of mostly live ones.

So this a chilled post, so sit back and relax. These are just observation so if it don’t resonates then let it fly.

Libra Placements

-I believe the reason why libras has a hard time making decision’s is because they can see all sides to things. They have the ability to see the perspective of different point views and find them validated. So what happens, they struggle to pick a side because both sides have a point. They need to lean into their sister sign energy Aries and make a concrete decision. Now it may not be the right decision but you picked one based off of what you think is fair and just. Why do you think so many judges have libra or heavy Venus energy in their chart.

-I feel like Libras is more of a socialite than Leo’s. Leo’s are good with people due to their warm nature but libras are just naturally charming to everyone they meet. Everyone knows them but in the same breath, they can create a lot of enemies. Libras are sweet but don’t underestimate them, they can quickly turn into their sister Aries real quick. That passive aggressive energy is scary chile

Capricorn Placements

-most Capricorns but particularly Capricorn risings definitely has had a Mars type of upbringing. They have an Aries 4h so that’s where the Mars energy is coming from. It’s like the line from Sophia from the Color Purple “All my life I had to fight” because they have. Risings in particular had to learn what it means to be independent at a young age. It’s also weird because even though they were independent at a young age, they were heavily restricted. This is why so many of them are considered late bloomers because as they get older, the more freedom they have. Once they start having financial and physical freedom is when it starts to look up for them. Their 30s is when their lives actually start for the better. Aquarius is one sign over which rules their 2h of money.

-Capricorn Suns go through this but there’s a little different process. Most of their restriction growing up was trying to figure out who they are in the world. They may have looked up to lots of elders like grandparents. Much of their identity was created by the elders they looked up too. This is why Caps have “old person” energy about them because that’s who they looked up to as children. Cap Suns growing up may have a small view of the world until they start to see the world and have a spiritual awakening. This usually happens around 23-25ish, heavy on 24. 24 is considered your 1h protection year. It’s also your Jupiter return so trying to figure out who they are in this world

Pisces placements

-I’m probably about to make a few Scorpio placements mad but I feel like Pisces people are way more mysterious than Scorpios. Every Scorpio person I’ve met were actually very bubbly and open. They just naturally have this intense energy but they’re not scary people at all! Now Pisces, it’s like trying to understand the depths of the ocean lol. Y’all are hella mysterious and brooding. Pisces, I swear y’all live different lives everyday😅. Pisces moons and risings are the hardest to read for me.

Synastry

-Moon/Chiron, so if you have this aspect with anyone, you all trigger and heal each other. The Moon person soothe the Chiron person wounds. It’s like when our moms hold us after we get hurt “it’s gonna be alright hunny” type of energy. The Chiron person feels validated but also feel open with sharing those wounds to the moon person. Now the Chiron person can trigger the moon person to work on their own healing. Chíron brings up the things the moon person has repressed that needs to be healed. Depending on the person, if the moon is open to healing and working on themselves, then this can really be a beautiful aspect. If not, then the moon person can lash out emotionally and it can cause riff in the connection.

-Sun/Moon, this is one of my favorite aspects! The Sun person sees the emotional needs of the moon. The moon person sees the Sun for the beautiful person they are. The luminaries see each other because they light each others world. How beautiful is that🥹

Sagittarius placements

- sag people, y’all need to take breaks from the world. I noticed sag people can really feel the weight of the world on their shoulders to the point it messes up your psyche (Scorpio 12h). Sag is ruled by Jupiter which rules over world affairs. It also rules over mass media. I’m not telling you to completely shut the world out but take breaks and ground yourself.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA… my crush threw up when she saw my scars.

I (22ftm) have intense feelings for my friend (24 f ), we’ll call her Bee. For some background I met her through my job (we’re in the food industry). I’m have a big friend group and my crush use to work with everyone. Bee use to actually date someone within the friend group, Sandy (24 f). They’re still friends even tho they’re broken up.

I hangout with my work friend group a lot, and Bee sometimes will come along. I like Bee a lot because she’s just really cool, she’s always calm, she talks about anything and everything, and she’s beautiful. She even is working as a heating and cooling technician. It’s hard for her to hangout with all of us because she has so many other things going on in general. She even bough a house in this economy!

Sandy and Bee are still close friends. I’ve asked a Sandy about their relationship and if she’s over her, and Sandy basically just tells me they were both kids and have dated other people since breaking up.

I haven’t actually gotten the chance to hangout with Bee one on one. I’ll even invite her to hangout with our group, but most the time she’s either busy with her house, or her other friends/family/business trips/etc. At first I thought she was lying, but Sandy has told me Bee just does a lot in general now. I’ve invited her to see a few scary movies with me, but she’s turned down 3/3.

This is where I may have been the asshole for making Bee uncomfortable. I had gotten my top surgery (whoo hoo) and after some recovering I kinda wanted to celebrate. Our other mutual friend was throwing a game night and I asked if Bee was coming and if she could come. Our friend said that’s fine since Bee is cool, and I invited Bee and she said she’d love to. She showed up with her boyfriend. I know it sounds bad, I just wanna get closer to Bee in general, her and I don’t have to date (although I wouldn’t mind).

Anyway during the game night, Sandy and Bee went to a separate bedroom to talk. I did pretend to go to the bathroom to ease drop. Bee was just basically telling Sandy she’s been stressed about work and her family, and redoing her house (she and her bf are doing the work themselves) Sandy basically just offered to help and Bee was just like “oh you listening is more than enough!” And they kinda just talked a little more. I was kinda feeling betrayed by Sandy, I haven’t told Sandy I really wanna get closer to Bee, she probably knows tho, but she never offers any help on how I could get closer.

When the two got out I raised a toast to my top surgery and to just making my body feel more like me, and to thank all my friends for the love and support I’ve received through them. I took off my shirt to show off, and I immediately noticed Bee looked away.

Throughout the night I would try and talk to Bee, but she wouldn’t make eye contact with me. she was keeping the conversation short Was she afraid to sexualize me? Was she transphobic? Her boyfriend even got between us and tried asking me how I’m doing and was kinda being a block. My mind was racing and I just kinda grabbed her hand and said “Does this scare you?”. She cried out “sorry!” And ran away…and she threw up in the sink. She started crying and apologizing and Sandy and her bf kinda took her to the bathroom then the car. Bee came in said sorry to everyone for ruining the night, and like three people said “no you just go home and feel better”.

I watched Sandy talk to both Bee and her boyfriend for like 20 minutes “saying goodbye”. I was shocked by the whole thing. It finally took someone to ask me if I was okay. I asked if Bee was trans phobic, why wouldn’t she look at me, she never hangs out with me one on one. Everyone told me that Bee isn’t transphobic (gee thanks). One of my friends even said I shouldn’t have grabbed Bee like that, which I know now. She was just acting all weird around me, and she was what I thought the coolest person ever.

Sandy came back in, she was laughing and she told the group Bee was fine. I asked “what about me!?” Sandy basically explained “body stuff” makes Bee “queasy”. i was hurt and offended that no one cared about me or my feelings.

Later that night Bee called me to apologize. She offered to buy me lunch. I was still hot headed and asked how my scars make her throw up. She basically told me about an event in her life that does make her uncomfortable around blood/scars/etc. I asked if she supported trans rights. she said of course. I asked her if she would ever date me, and she said shes never thought about it because shes with her bf. i basically confessed my feelings which she did not return but wishes me luck.

We never got lunch. I feel weird reaching out to her. she hasn't stopped by the restaurant. She hasn't come to a group gathering since. i know her and Sandy still hangout which pissed me off. i tried talking to my "friend" about it, but they say it as a step too far. they also shame me for crushing on her (i was fine with just friendship).

Its been like two months and everyone is still weird about it. Every time i bring it up, everyone makes me the bad guy. was i the asshole? was Sandy or Bee or even my friends that didnt support me?

What are these acronyms?

[mila-mi-mi]

Life changing (sorta)

So yeah here’s some medic doodles. I hope you love them. But the reason why medic is in this post is not a coincidence.

Hem the beach thing is because I wanted to do summer drawings. It has nothing to do with him specifically.

(A bit of a long ramble. Feel free to skip)

Yesterday evening I got a letter in my mail. My acceptance letter. I have been trying to get into one for so long. Yesterday I received the confirmation I can finally do the last step (a four year one but still.) to complete a childhood dream. A dream I’ve been chasing since forever. Most people and some friends see only my dumb art and sometimes forget what I do on the side. Don’t get me wrong, I adore drawing. I love making pictures for people and hearing how I make them happy. (Which is so damn surreal. I’ve so far heard some of the most welcoming and warm words I have in years about my work.)

But if there’s one thing I’ve wanted to do more, it’s being a medic. To be the one to care for people and be able to bring comfort and save lives. I have been in the hospital recently for nothing too major but still it was kinda scary. But nice people who worked there made me feel less afraid and not ashamed to be scared. Saying they’d be there. I wanna have that effect on people. I don’t know where I’ll end up working one day, but I hope that wherever I will end up that I’ll be good.

Maybe I should cosplay as medic when I graduate. Not during the ceremony ofc. But after. (But that’s very far ahead atm)

I know that long captions are not fun. And emotional stuff is…ehh? If you read it all. Thank you. And let me tell you that I hope, wherever you may be, that your dreams will be within in your reach. I wish you the best.

If you read this euh…you’ll get a high five. Drop an 🍊 in the comments and we can high-five. ( very cool )

Groetjes 🤍

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Hello there author! I know you're taking your time writing the chapter 2 but may we have Neighbor!König visiting y/n to her office, where könig drop off her things or she kinda forgot her lunch something. Thank you for the hard work you put into your fic! WE LOVE IT!

Ahh, i'm sorry! I guess I needed a little time off from writing, but I'm back! And thank you very much!

Lol idk what Reader does for a living, but it sounds nice! I hope you like it!

(Rated T+)

It wasn’t until an hour after your shift started that you realized you’d forgotten your lunch in König’s truck, and it was only because he texted you. You sighed and shot off a quick response, telling him not to worry about it. You can just walk across the street to one of the fast food joints and grab lunch there. You thought nothing more of it and got back to work. 

And you would have continued to think nothing more of it until you saw more than one security guard making their way to the front. Odd. You glanced at the clock, it was still a few minutes before your lunch break, and thus a few minutes before you could be nosy and check out what was going on. Well, at least that's what you thought just before your desk phone rang. 

“There’s a man here for you,”  the receptionist sounded a bit anxious. “I’ve got security keeping him in the lobby, but he’s insisting that he see you.” 

Oh! No! 

“Let me guess, big guy, like, absurdly big. With a scary looking mask?”

“Yea. Should I call the police?”

“Oh please don’t! He’s…harmless.” 

“Are you su-”

“I’ll be down in a sec!” 

Ok, you weren’t entirely sure he was harmless. He had told you stories of his time fighting in war zone conflicts, and though he never said it outright, you’re pretty sure he has a kill count that’s higher than one. But in this particular scenario, just visiting your office, as long as no one tried to fight him, you’re almost certain he wouldn’t do anything. (The thought never crossed your mind that the only other situation in which he’d react violently is if you were threatened in any manner). 

By the time you reached the lobby, there were three security guards standing a few feet from König. Two of them were very clearly nervous. They’re not at all in any kind of shape, one of them is on the elderly side and the other on the pudgy side. The one young man that is in any kind of fighting shape honestly looks so small compared to König. 

“Oh, you can let him through, he’s with me!” You spoke up in a loud, clear, and forcibly cheerful voice. 

You were glad for the time it took to get to the lobby, it’d given you just enough time to think of what to say to security. You weren’t entirely sure on where you stood in relation to König. What were you supposed to refer to him as? At this point he was more than just your neighbor. You could say he was your friend, but somehow that didn’t feel like enough either. Yet to call him your boyfriend or partner felt like a stretch. (He was just a really nice neighbor, who was also a good friend, who you maybe sometimes had a little bit of a crush on). So, for now, he was just “with you”. 

König was used to having his orders followed. It had been years since he had been denied access to anything and these small men that pretended like they could stop him, all while shaking in their boots, were beginning to…annoy him. Just when he was about to push past them, he heard your voice declare that he was with you. 

It was you who slipped past security as you lightly ran up to him. “König!” You smiled and, much to his surprise, pulled him into a quick hug. 

Just like that he forgot about the way dealing with these civilians that worked with you had made his anxiety flare, how he wanted something to fight, to put his physical energy into. It all melted away as his world shrunk to just you. Your body flush against his for a single moment, the soft touch of your hands on his back. He was so tempted to lift his hood and bury his face into the crook of your neck, to inhale the intoxicating aroma that haunted his dreams. He almost whined when you pulled out of the hug, one of your hands moving to the bag that he was carrying. 

"I thought I told you not to worry about it?" 

Before he could stutter out some excuse, you turned around, to the little audience in the lobby, and he had the urge to pull you behind him, to shield you from their eyes. They didn't deserve to look upon you, and certainly didn't deserve your attention. 

Perhaps you thought this too (not quite) since you turned back to him and motioned back to the entrance. "Let's go sit outside, it's nice out." 

He would follow you anywhere, especially when you looped your arms around one of his like that. You led him to a side patio, where a couple of picnic tables and benches were set up under comfortable shade. There were already other people seated in the area, but one look at him and they returned to their business, better to ignore the frightful stranger than to antagonize him. 

You chose a picnic table furthest away from others and took your bag that he had still been carrying and set it down. "Do you have to leave right away?" 

“No.” He shook his head as you sat down on the bench facing outwards.

“Good, then, want to join me for lunch?” 

He sat down next to you, glad that he didn’t have to try to squeeze his legs under the table and probably bang up his knees in the process. He realized, a soft smile pulling at his lips, as you turned to start digging through your bag that that was probably the reason you sat this way, for his comfort. 

He shook his head when you offered a share of your food. "I don't want you to get hungry later." 

"Please, you've seen me buy car snacks, you really think I don't also have desk snacks? I would be just fine even if you hadn't brought my lunch, which, thank you, by the way. This is really nice of you." When was the last time someone had been so thoughtful? 

"You're like a squirrel." He laughed as he accepted the offered food.

"Psh." You playfully rolled your eyes and softly bumped your shoulder into his arm. "If I'm a squirrel, what does that make you?" 

He was silent for a moment, head slightly tilted to the side, before he looked at you, eyes crinkled under his hood in a way that you’d come to recognize as a smile. "A dog." 

"A dog?...But dogs are always chasing squirrels!” You then gasped dramatically, "don't tell me you want to eat me!" 

König fought down the sudden surge of heat brought on by the memory of a dream. It made his responding laugh a bit too loud, a bit too awkward and forced him to attempt to cover it up. By growling and leaning down quickly to nip at your shoulder. 

"Ah!!" You half shrieked and half laughed as you leaned away from him just enough to get out of his silly attempt at biting you through the hood that covered his face. "Stop!" You finally managed through giggles. 

He pulled away with another playful growl and snapped his teeth at you twice. "One day I will catch you, Squirrel." 

"Yea? Then what?" You laughed again. 

He was quiet for just a second too long, eyes boring into you a bit too intensely. He even dropped the playful tone in his voice, now deeper and rougher than you were used to hearing. "I'll eat you." 

It’s a good thing that you weren’t eating or drinking anything at that exact moment or you would have choked at the way it sounded! He certainly couldn’t have meant it like that! You chuckled and looked away from him, hoping he could not tell that your thoughts were less than appropriate. 

Finished with the main part of your lunch, you opened the packed snack cake and portioned it in half, once again intending to share with König, but he shook his head. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t like this particular snack, not that he’d ever go out of his way to buy the like either, it’s just that he knew it was your favorite. Though, you must have sensed that, as you narrowed your eyes suspiciously at him.

You portioned an even smaller piece, “not even a little taste?” And held the piece of confection up at level where you assumed his mouth was.

König froze, if you were offering to feed him…

You reached for the edge of his hood and pulled it forward, giving you room to slip your other hand under it without revealing his face. The backs of your fingers lightly ghosted across his chin until you held the treat near enough to his mouth. Though he remained stock still, eyes never leaving yours, his lips wrapped around the offered treat and his tongue barely brushing against your fingers. 

It was hardly a bite, and his lips and tongue had hardly touched your fingers for half a second. You smiled, hot in the face, and pulled your hand back, “good?” 

He hummed and nodded. “Very good. Sweet.” 

As if your face wasn’t burning enough! 

You looked down at your portion of the sweet treat to realize there was a dab of cream on your finger still. You glanced back at him, not completely titling your head back up, casting your eyes in a coquettish shadow, and licked your finger. “Good.” 

König quietly grunted, one of his hands landing on your knee as he leaned in a little closer to you. He didn’t know why. He just needed to be closer to you, needed to feel you. 

Your breath hitched but you pretended not to be affected by his touch as you quickly finished off your lunch while his fingers fidgeted with the hem of your skirt. You then grabbed his hand, gently squeezing before you pushed it off your knee. “Unfortunately, I am not a general that can dictate my own break times.” 

“What?” 

You cleaned up what trash was left from your lunch and tossed it in a nearby bin. “My lunch is just about up.” Sure enough, an alarm on your phone sounded just as you returned to the table.

König frowned, it felt like he just arrived! How could your lunch be up already? “Oh, let me.” He stood up and grabbed the bag you had stored your lunch in. An excuse to visit you later.

“Thanks.” You started to walk back to the office, him right beside you again. “And thanks again for stopping by. Can you still pick me up after work?” “Yes. Five?” “Yep!” 

König is practically walking on air after lunch, though eager for the end of the day. He couldn’t wait to see you again. 

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Sweet Thrill  - part 2

Sweet thrill

mafia!Ari Levinson x female reader; mob boss Ari Levinson x female reader

summary: Many would consider your job as a dancer at Lloyd Hansen’s exclusive night club to be exciting or scary, but honestly you see it as predictable and stable. It’s mostly a routine. That’s until Ari Levinson enters the club. You draw his attention and he installs himself in your space, bringing fear and thrill along with him.

warnings for this part: pet play; Master/pet play; fear kink; bdsm undertones; power imbalance; dominant Ari Levinson; fingering; oral; sex; light anal play; pet names; collaring; subtle degradation and humiliation (nothing hardcore); light dumbification

word count: 6k

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Sweet Thrill series:  | Part One |

It shouldn’t surprise you that Ari became bolder, since he laid a claim on you. A claim to which you agreed, accepting his collar and first simple rules he declared. Still, as you swayed upside down between silk curtains, ending your private dance for him on a late Friday evening, your heart jumped up when Ari moved from his spot on the velvet couch and approached you.

He stood right there at the edge of the platform, his shadow looming over your vulnerable, displayed body. He traced his fingers along the shimmering gold of the collar around your neck then up and along your jaw.

“Open, Kitten,” Ari tapped your lips with a single finger.

You swallowed nervously, but complied. Your lips parted and you made a conscious effort to force yourself to open your mouth wider, knowing that’s what he wanted. 

A single digit drew around your mouth then slid inside. You weren’t sure if you’re supposed to just let him explore, or if you should suck on his finger.

Ari’s low chuckle made you look up at his face, your brows furrowing. He touched your head with his other hand, a sort of a patronizing pat.

“I don’t need you making up decisions on what to do.” He said, dipping his finger back and forth over your tongue. “I asked you to open your mouth and you did it beautifully, pet. No need for you to be thinking about anything besides my commands.”

A second finger joined in, filling your mouth and spurting more saliva to pool in. The hand on top of your head brushed slow, soft strokes along your tied hair. 

“If I want you to suck it, I’ll tell you to do so.” Ari instructed, lips curved in a smirk. “Until I demand it, you don’t need to be thinking of what to do. Don’t need to be thinking at all.”

Once again with his implications about having your brain turned off. When you thought of it in the safety of your apartment, far from the dark, irresistible seduction of his, you felt annoyed with it. 

After all, you grind your ass between sheets of silk to be able to get a degree, to be able to support yourself through university where you actively participated in seminars and discussions. Where your brain was appreciated. 

Though it is nice to stop thinking once in a while, a voice in your head delighted. 

Ari withdrew his fingers and crooked them, pointing at you to straighten and get off the platform. His hand was steady below your forearm, assisting you as you jumped down. 

Again, his blue eyes sparked with satisfaction as he took in the bejeweled mark of his claim - the collar and adorning chains wrapped around your body. He’ll love it even more once there’s not a scrap of lace covering your body and it’s only your exquisite skin on display for him. 

“I’ve got a meeting to attend.” Ari reminded you, running his hands up and down your bare arms. “Wait for me in the dressing room.”

“I’ve arranged for strawberries and champagne to be delivered there for you, I hope other dancers will leave some of it for you to taste.” He laughed quietly.

It was a new kind of feeling that Ari’s gesture evoked. An almost romantic type of spoiling, which no other patron ever did for you. The fact he also knew other girls may nibble on the snacks and didn’t mind it, made you soften for him some more. 

For a brief moment it gave you reprieve from exhilarating thoughts about going home with Ari tonight.   

Outside the private VIP room two of Ari’s bodyguards waited. One went with Ari who left for the meeting in Lloyd’s private offices (after squeezing your ass possessively). The other trailed behind you as you walked to the dressing rooms. 

That was new. Unexpected. Made you feel a little caged in. 

But you wouldn’t make a fuss about it for now. Especially since the man stood outside of the dressing room once you got there, not trying to squeeze inside into private space that belonged to the other dancers as much as it belonged to you. 

Like Ari had predicted, a few of your friends were already munching on strawberries. There was a whole bowl of them and a few smaller bowls filled with whipped cream. 

“I knew your silk aerial will benefit us all someday.” Violet grinned, tilting her glass of champagne your way in a salute. 

Laughing, you joined the girls and accepted a flute of champagne with a curtsy. 

Some of them saw the new jewelry adorning your neck earlier, but a few noticed it only now. You tried to shrug it off nonchalantly, saying it’s Mr Levinson’s eccentricity and you don’t mind wearing it for him.  

You didn’t reveal that you tried it on at home, when you were alone, looking at yourself in the mirror and feeling all sorts of thrilled. 

Though he wasn’t there, the moment you put the collar on it felt as if Ari’s hand wrapped around your neck. You stared at your reflection, shivering at the thought of what else he’d do to you. 

You donned on a pair of jeans and a soft, baby blue cardigan with tiny buttons. Since you were to spend more time with Ari, you didn’t take the collar off.

You had a feeling he wouldn’t like it. 

He definitely wouldn’t, considering he mentioned he wants to teach you to wear it daily. 

When an hour and a half later a knock came on the door and it opened, revealing Ari Levinson standing there with hands on his hips flanked by two of his men, your heart jumped to your throat. Then settled back in your chest, fluttering wildly.

It was time. 

The look in Ari’s eyes and the pinch of his intensity you got to experience so far, spoke of a weekend of sensations new and scary. And the most shattering. 

You picked up your bag - stacked with necessities like a change of underwear and a clean t-shirt, as well a moisturizer and body cream. You didn’t mind using whatever generic, 32in1 body wash Ari had, but your skin was so sensitive it would crack and rash, if you didn’t moisturize it properly.  

Shadows fell across Ari’s face, sharpening his features and adding depth to his already lethal vibe. His blue eyes held unyielding ruthlessness - perhaps a darkness remaining from the meeting he just had, or maybe a drop of hardness he’ll subject you to as well. 

You wondered, if a man like Ari carried demons he unleashed on his enemies over to the plush coziness of the bedroom. 

Would he conquer you with the same unbending will?

Ari took the bag from your hand and trapped your fingers within his hold. A surprisingly warm, though possessive gesture. Flanked by two bodyguards, you left the club. A sleek, black car awaited right at the front.

He went in after you, pushing you to the far side of the backseats and cornering you against the side door. Your eyes grew big, your pulse quickening. 

Ari held you trapped beneath his huge form, eyes glinting danger and mischief. He made no other move, however. Only watched your breath turn raspy, puffing through your parted lips, a vein in your neck pulsing. 

“Ah, already so many thoughts.” Ari chuckled, shaking his head. 

He kissed your forehead then backed away. He sat down properly and smiled at you all charmingly as the car drove away.

You stared at him, your heart hammering and your brain whirring up with even more thoughts. Not terrified, but stirred and shaking in anticipation of what his next move may be. 

You gulped nervously when you arrived at his place and you stepped out of the car - Ari waiting for you by the door, his hand stretched out for you to take. It was a huge mansion, partly modern, partly classic stone. Dark wood interior softened by all the light. It had to look even prettier in the day, with sunlight spilling through the huge windows. 

“Are you hungry, Kitten?” Ari’s hand moved up your back, resting on your nape.

Its heavy warmth brought an unexpected sense of security, even though you knew it was a reflection of his instrumental possessiveness.

“No, thank you.” You replied, your voice weaker than you wanted it to sound.

You were no longer in the safety of the club, no longer in the surroundings which you knew and felt more or less comfortable at. It was a lion’s den and the door just closed behind you, trapping you with a big predator inside. 

“Okay then.” He smiled at you, sincerity transforming into sinister satisfaction.

Fingers around the back of your neck tightened slightly. 

You realized your mistake then. Ari gave you a chance to sink into the situation slowly, entertain you with some small talk over some food to help you relax, even though both of you knew where this was all going anyway. 

Skipping that step meant you straight away offered yourself on a silver platter to his entertainment. 

It was something you battled with yourself over the few days of reprieve you had. You weren’t naive, you expected sex to happen. Why else would Ari take you for a whole weekend? Still, you wanted to know the boundaries. 

If Ari allowed any. 

Licking your lips, you gathered the courage to look up at him. At the man who had half the coast under his thumb and whose offers no one dared to refuse.  

“What if I say no?” You asked, trying to maintain confidence, but not challenging him. 

“To the, uh-” heat unfurled in your belly even as you spit out the words- “pet play.” 

Ari merely cocked his head to the side, his hold on your neck not relenting, but also not tightening. Crinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes at your shy stumble with the word.  

“What if I say no to any sex?” Which would be a lie. You knew it that evening when he put his hands on you and made you come on his fingers alone, that you wanted more. 

But you had to ask nonetheless. To know for sure how screwed you were, how carefully you needed to trade with him.

Ari Levinson wasn’t a client whose offer extended to extra payment for a one time sex. He was a feared mobster, who didn’t take lightly to messing with his plans. His interest in you meant being tied with an unspoken agreement on belonging to him, fully, for whatever time he wished, and abiding to his rules. 

“Then you say no.” Ari said easily, as if it was the simplest truth.

Just like that. No longer pause to consider your words, or to wage on his reply.  

“And you’ll respect that?” You blurted, truly surprised.

Ari’s eyes narrowed, as if he warned you to not accuse him of something he didn’t attempt to do. He may not take No for an answer when it came to his empire of power and influence, but sex was never something he had to force anyone into. 

That wasn’t a spice he liked to add to his sex life. 

“Of course.” He assured you, his tone lowering into a velvety dark timbre.

Ari’s hand circled to the front of your neck, fingers squeezing lightly as he pushed you two steps back. 

Your back met a wall, a tiny whimper escaping your mouth. 

He towered over you, catching one of your wrists in his other hand and holding it above your head like in a shackle. He lowered his head, hot breath tickling your skin as his lips moved across your cheek.

“But, will you really say no to having my fingers in your tight pussy again?” Ari asked, voice tinted with dark amusement. “Making her weep for me and flutter?”  

“Will you say no to my mouth on you, licking and sucking and drinking up your honey?” He flicked his tongue against your lip. 

“Will you say no to my cock splitting your little cunt? Driving into you to the root, until you cream all over me and milk me dry?” 

His words made your thighs clench, a jolt of arousal piercing straight to your clit. You let out an involuntary, breathless moan.  

“Mhmm, thought so.” Ari chuckled triumphantly.  

“As for the pet play.” His gaze caught yours. Thumb on your neck slipped beneath the collar, rubbing over your wicked pulse. “I know you’re curious, Kitten.”

“Bet your sweet head kept thinking and imagining what it would be like. Did you browse the web? Did you get your pretty head to overthink about it?” He was sure you did exactly that.

He knew you spent time, hours maybe, looking up pet play on the internet; getting yourself turned on and scared of the images you saw. Of collars and leashes and cages; tails attached through harnesses or plugs; people on their hands and knees; big teary eyes looking up from bowls they were forced to drink from. 

He felt sick satisfaction at the thought of you being frightened of how hardcore he’ll push the pet play for you. 

Truthfully, he wouldn’t go to extremes. Ari preferred the playful, controlling side of it only. But he enjoyed your reactions to the thrill of having such limits crossed. 

“There’s only one way to find out how it feels to be a good little pet for me.” Ari murmured, teasing your lips with the brush of his own.

Then he pulled back, released your wrist and your neck.

“But, it’s all up to you.” He said, tilting his chin up and simply waiting for your reaction.

It was manipulative, you were aware of that. You could walk away just to prove a point, but it wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted to stay, to have Ari’s hands on you, to see what more he’d do. To get that, however, you had to admit that you needed it. 

Saying it’s your desire presented Ari as a man who simply catered to the lady’s wishes. Even if he was the serpent that tempted you to look at the forbidden fruit and crave its taste. 

Slowly, you took a tentative step towards Ari. Maiming your bottom lip between your teeth, you looked nervously around before gathering the courage to look him in the eye. 

“I want it.” You confessed, only slightly embarrassed. 

He smiled at you, his eyes warming. He cupped the side of your face in his big hand.

“That’s my brave Kitten.” Lightness and warmth bloomed in your chest at Ari’s praise. 

His hand slid down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His fingers circled your wrist and he gave a gentle tug, pulling you along with him. Ari led you further into the house and into the master bedroom hidden behind double doors. 

He dropped your bag in the corner and pushed you forward, stopping inches from the big bed placed in the center of the room. 

“Let’s undress you, Kitten.” Tender warmth still remained in Ari’s eyes and the way his lips were curved, but as he started unbuttoning your cardigan it melted into rich, dark desire. 

With each revealed fragment of your skin, especially once the golden chains of your collar were fully visible, Ari’s eyes darkened. 

He wanted you and knowing it made you all the more hot. More eager to please him. 

He folded your sweater neatly and put it aside. Waited for you to shimmy out of your jeans, which he too folded. 

Fingertips trailed over your body as Ari leaned down to kiss you. A deep, thorough kiss that captured all your attention. He got you so hooked on his mouth you didn’t even notice him unclasping your bra. Until he pulled away and slid it off your body. 

Ari’s hot breath ghosted over your body, causing you to quiver, as he crouched down and dragged your panties down your legs. He stayed on his knees a moment longer, gaze on your mound and breath tickling the trimmed thatch of hair.

Panties clutched in his hand, Ari licked a wide stripe from the spot right above your clit up to your belly button. Your belly muscles tensed, lips parting on a loud gasp. 

Ari stretched to his full height, huge frame nearly swallowing yours. For a long moment he just looked you over. Piercing, intense gaze sliding over every inch of your body. He wasn’t even touching you at the moment and yet your nipples hardened into stiff points. 

Ari dipped one of his hands into his pocket. When he withdrew it, there was a bundle of something shiny within his palm. He brought his hand up to your face, so you could see it as he opened his palm.

A heavy drop of gold swished down. It took you a moment to realize it was a chain. 

Thicker than delicate fragments of your collar, but similar in pattern it was weaved. A braid of gold that had a link on one end and a looped leather strap on the other. 

It confused you at first. Until Ari took the link between his fingers and clipped it on the diamond ring in your collar. Then it became apparent.

It caused you to hold your breath in.

A leash. 

Judging by the construction of it and your collar, it was a matching set. 

Ari had it all planned out. Every single detail. It made you wonder if there were other items to this fancy pet gear. What other bonds, or devices he could put on you. In you. 

It evoked a hot wave, stretching out to the very tips of your fingers. A mere thought of having something more done to your body made you choke on a really pitiful sound. 

“I see that you like it.” Ari’s eyes glinted with satisfaction. 

He wrapped the leather loop around his hand and tugged on the leash, pulling you closer.

“Get on the bed, Kitten. On your back, please.”

You hesitated only a second then climbed the bed as gracefully as you could. The leash dragged between your legs as you crawled forward and you had to tug it so as to not lay on it when you laid down on your back. 

Soft covers and springy mattress dipped beneath you, a wide spread of shadows danced in the dimmed light across the ceiling above you.  

There you were, naked on Ari Levinson’s bed, wearing his collar and a leash. It was so hard not to tense like a strained cord, awaiting what next that man would do, but you tried your best to relax. 

Ari’s hands slid up your legs, drawing your attention. Your gaze snapped to him, watching as he gripped your legs under your knees and pushed them apart. 

“Play with yourself, Kitten.” His voice remained soft, but you understood it was a command.

Fingers slightly trembling, you placed one of your hands on your breast and slid the other one down your belly. It was humiliating how wet you already were; and he hasn’t even touched you properly yet. 

The game he played with your mind, however, was turning all the right switches for you.

You rubbed your nipple, treating yourself gently, though in your head you imagined Ari pinching it, making you mewl. Fingers between your folds traded slowly, avoiding direct contact with your clit as you feared of making ungodly sounds for him so soon.

All the while you watched Ari, your eyes following his every move, hungry for his attention.

He started unbuttoning his shirt, not rushing as he did so. He draped it over the back of an armchair then sat down in it and began unlacing his shoes. 

His attention wasn’t even fully on you. He wasn’t devouring you as you obeyed his command to  touch yourself. Ari was simply going about his undressing as if he just got back from work and was going through routine motions.

As if you were merely a house cat stretched on the Master’s bed. 

Like you were a pet. 

Oh my fucking God, realization struck you. Instead of a flash of outrage, you felt yourself melting, your body writhing to draw Ari’s focus as you played with your pussy.

You circled your clit, knowing well the zing of sensation will make you moan and arch. Your hips bucked, head pushing back into the pillows. You slipped your fingers lower.

“No, Kitten.” Ari’s voice was a calm reprimand, stopping you right as you were about to push a finger inside your aching cunt. 

Barefoot, his shoes neatly arranged under the armchair, Ari stood up. Still, he wasn’t looking directly at you. And yet it seemed he was aware of everything you were doing. 

“You’re not stretching yourself on anything that doesn’t come from me.” He declared, unbuckling his wristwatch and placing it in a top drawer of his closet. 

“But you can give yourself a pat from me.” He turned around and slowly started unzipping his pants.

“Come on, pat your sweet clit.” This time his eyes were on you and their intensity made your cunt clench around nothing. 

Your thighs shook as you tried your damndest not to close them. Breath quickening, you bit your lip and lifted your hand a few inches above your mound. You dropped it down with a little squeak. 

“Harder, Kitten.” Ari’s eyes narrowed. “Or I’ll do it for you.” 

“Fuck.” A needy sound slipped from your mouth, causing Ari to smirk. 

For a moment you forgot what you were about to do, as your eyes glued to the glorious cock that bobbed up when Ari pushed his pants past his hips. Slightly curved and with girth surpassing any of your toys. The crown of it an angry red, shiny with precum.

Your hand dropped atop your pussy, wet smack resounding along your loud moan. The sting of it made you squirm, your thighs involuntarily closing around your hand. It was nothing to how sore his cock would make you feel, you suspected. 

“Good girl.” Ari’s praise washed over you, made you crane your neck and wiggle your butt. 

He approached you in steady steps, one hand around his cock, stroking lazily. 

He stopped at the foot of the bed. Fingers still wrapped around his girth, Ari reached his other hand forward and grabbed the end of your leash. 

“Up, Kitten. On your hands and knees for me.” He rolled the leash around his hand as you crawled forward, until he had you on a short chain, your mouth so close to his leaking tip. 

“I want your sweet mouth on me.” Ari tugged on the leash, bumping his cock against your lips.

Precum smeared on your lips and you flicked your tongue out, licking it off, teasing his tip in the process as well. You looked up at Ari, unexpected playfulness making you tilt your chin defiantly.

“Cats like to scratch and bite, you know.” You mused aloud, tipping your face forward and rubbing your cheek along Ari’s cock. 

“Try doing that. See what happens.” Ari lifted a brow, challenge a dark gleam in his eyes. 

You weren’t really planning on doing anything remotely close to that. At least not for now, when everything was still so new and unknown. Perhaps later, if Ari kept your arrangement going for longer, you’d become secure and bold enough to really tease him.

See what happens to bad kittens. 

For now you wanted to be good for Ari. You hoped he’d be good to you too, even if he planned to do some bad things to you. 

You dropped your gaze, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks. You took a breath in and slowly stretched your lips around Ari’s cock. You wiggled your tongue against the underside of him, feeling a faint pulse throb in a vein that curved there. 

Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed your head, taking more of him each time. Taking him whole was impossible, so you paused a few times to lick his length and his sack to compensate for that. 

When you swallowed his cock again, resuming your previous rhythm, Ari pulled on the leash. Harshly. 

It forced you to move forward, more of his dick filling your mouth and poking at the back of your throat. You choked around him, saliva pooling by the corners of your mouth. You lifted your teary eyes up at Ari, panicking and silently begging. 

Ari held your gaze, unwavering, just like he held the leash in a steady grip. 

You made a pitiful sound, your throat constricting and more drool bubbling around your mouth and his cock. 

He released you when a tear pearled on your lashes. You coughed as his cock slipped out of your mouth, that single tear dropping down. Ari cupped your chin in his hand, wiping the drool smeared on it with his thumb. 

“We’ll train you in time, pretty pet.” He said, eyes crinkling in silent laugh at your scrunched nose.  

“Back on your back with you.” Ari pushed your shoulders and climbed onto the bed after you. 

Eyes widening in thrill, you scooted backwards until Ari’s fingers wrapped around your ankle. You stayed propped on your hands, chest rising in ragged breath as you watched Ari clamp his other hand on your other ankle. 

He pushed your legs wide apart then laid down between them, his eyes holding your gaze as he lowered his head. With a curse you dropped onto your back, hands clenching the sheets. 

Ari’s mouth on you was as torturously slow as each of his moves so far, but equally strong as the whole of him. His tongue swept widely between your folds, lips closing around your clit and sucking so hard you nearly jumped off the bed. 

You chanted Ari’s name until it transformed into one, long cry as you spasmed, your thighs shaking. 

He didn’t relent, switching from sucking to licking and mouthing at your sopping cunt. A pressure of a single digit slowly forcing its way inside of you made you groan and arch. 

Fuck, but Ari’s one finger felt the size of two of yours. It was longer, too. More coarse and brutal, even though he kept stretching you slowly, tongue lapping over your clit. 

You almost cried Can’t when he thrust a second finger in, but you remembered what happened the last time. Ari did fit a second finger in, despite your protests, and ordered you to stop thinking. Just to feel. 

So you did so now, as well. 

One of your hands let go of the sheets, instead fisting a handful of Ari’s hair. He didn’t seem to mind. He hoisted your leg over his shoulder, quickening the pace of his fingers as he locked his mouth around your clit again. 

Your climax buzzed in your head with white noise, your breathing turned hard and you sputtered little moans as Ari prolonged your rush. 

When he withdrew his fingers an embarrassingly wet squelch followed. You were too lost in the humming in your head to pay it much attention. 

“All fucked out already?” Ari chuckled, patting your cheek with his slick fingers.

“Mhm, pretty much.” Your laugh was breathless and your eyes glazed over as you looked up at him. 

“You’re able to talk, so not yet.” Ari’s eyes were even darker than before, a stormy blue that heralded destruction. 

He slapped your cheek harder, then squished both of your cheeks with his one, big hand, making your lips pucker and your eyes widen in shock. 

“I want you completely out of your head, Kitten.” He growled. “Dumb and drooling, that’s how I want my pet to be.” 

Still holding your face squeezed, Ari kissed your pouty lips. He bit your bottom lip before releasing you. 

Next thing you knew, he was rolling you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up. You obediently followed, getting up on your hands and knees. Ari nudged your knees wider apart. 

He ran his knuckles along your slick folds, turned his palm up and slapped your aching pussy.

You squeaked, body instinctively jolting forward, but Ari’s hands gripped your hips. Your flesh spilling between his fingers that held you so tightly you were sure to sport some bruises later. He let you go only for a moment, short enough to line his cock with your entrance. 

Then he was pushing in. A loud, lewd moan spilled from your lips, your eyes clenching shut and hands fisting the covers.

Ari was big. His cock forced your cunt to stretch wider than it was used to. A merciless stroke that had you aching. It also made you wetter; caused your nipples to stiffen without direct stimulation.

Your arms gave out when he bottomed out - it felt as if he pushed straight into your belly and the ache of it made you fall forward. 

One of Ari’s hands yanked on your hair, forcing your head up as he pulled back and slammed right back in.

“You’re doing so good for me, Kitten.” Ari’s voice sounded raspier, as if the feeling of you stole his own breath. “Taking all of me into your tight, sweet pussy.”

You shuddered at the praise, your walls fluttering around him.

“Ah, you liked that.” You couldn’t see Ari’s satisfied grin, but you heard it in his voice. Like a shark that smelled blood of a victim.

“You like being praised, Kitten? Like being told you’re being a good pet for your Master?” 

“I-I like it.” You gasped, hips pushing back against Ari’s merciless pace. 

“Say it then.” He yanked on your hair again, snapping his hips into you roughly. 

“I like being a good pet for you.” If it wasn’t for Ari’s grip keeping your head high, you’d hide your face in the pillows.

A smack on your ass made you cry out, your pussy clenching around Ari’s dick.

He draped himself over you, lips brushing your ear, though he didn’t even falter in the way his hips rocked into you. 

“No I, Kitten.” Ari’s voice poured pure darkness over you, locking you in a velvet cage of scary yet overwhelming sensation. “You’re a pet. My kitten. Say it properly. Say it for your Master.”

Your mouth opened, though for a moment you were unable to utter anything. Your brain tried to fight the humiliation of what was asked of you, at the same time your body melted in delight at the power Ari had over you. 

His cock was driving deep into you, his collar marked your neck, a single touch of his ignited your body into inferno. He had all the power. And you wanted nothing more at that moment than to be for him what he demanded.

You were his pet.

“Kitten likes being good for her Master.” You whined the words out, feeling the slightly degrading admission push you closer to the edge. 

It also made your brain switch off. 

“Good girl.” Ari licked your earlobe then pulled back.

He let go of your hair, grabbing your hips in an iron grip and slamming into you even rougher. You fell forward, arms flat on the mattress and face buried in a pillow. You only turned your head to the side enough to be able to breathe as your body jolted with each snap of Ari’s hips. 

You shattered, crying out; teeth biting into the pillowcase. 

Ari gave you no reprieve. When the clenching of your soft walls eased, he sneaked a hand between your thighs, fingers finding your swollen clit. 

Your mouth opened on a moan that turned into a wet cry as he tormented you into another orgasm. Sounds you were making as your body bounced to his rhythm were incoherent, occasionally taking the shape of Ari’s name. 

Not even a thought of protest ignited in your mind, you were only set on feeling. A receptive to sensations and Ari’s pleasure, nothing else. 

Drool soaked the pillow where your mouth laid open; your fingers splayed weakly, no longer able to even clutch at the covers. 

“That’s it.” Ari growled, his pleasure peaking at the sight of you mindless and lax beneath him. “Pretty, dumb pet serving her Master.” 

He dipped his fingers deeper between your folds, coating his digits in your slick. 

“You’re gonna give me more, Kitten.” He placed one of his hands close to your nape, pressing you down into the mattress and holding you in place. 

Then the fingers slicked with your juices slid between your buttocks. A single finger probed at your rim. You gurgled a moan, your body tensing beneath Ari, but unable to move away from his onslaught. He muttered obscenities about you taking all of it like a good pet should.

Ari pushed a single finger in, humming in delight at your loud whine. He got it in to the second knuckle when you clenched in a soundless orgasm, eyes shiny and blank, breath lost in your chest.

“Fuck, Kitten.” He groaned, hips stuttering as your walls milked his cock with a crushing force. 

A few sharp, deep thrusts and he came with a roar, cock twitching and filling you with hot cum. The feeling of it spilling made you moan. 

Soft whispers were murmured against your back, Ari’s lips gently kissing your shoulders as he spoiled you with praises that didn’t even fully reach your mind that was overloaded with sensations. 

He stretched your body on the covers, after pulling out; left you for a moment only to return with a warm, wet cloth with which he cleaned you up. He rolled you onto your back and unclipped the leash. Bent down his head to kiss you on the lips, sweetly and with reverence. 

You were slowly regaining your consciousness as Ari laid beside you, pulling your body close. He draped a fresh-smelling blanket over your bodies, pulling it up nearly to your nose and securing you whole in a soft, safe cocoon.     

A ruthless mobster wouldn't show such care, perhaps not even for a casual sex partner. However, a mindful Master would show it for his pet. 

You curled at Ari's side, clasped hands beneath your chin as you rested your cheek on his broad chest. Ari's fingers brushed tender strokes along your back, his other hand squeezing your buttock. 

"Do you run warm or cold?" His voice sounded soft and relaxed, almost purring like a big lazy cat. 

"I'm quite warm now, thank you." You sighed contentedly. 

Ari chuckled, his chest shaking slightly under your cheek. 

"No, Kitten. I mean if you get cold easily." He explained. "I've set the heating in the house higher to make sure you'd be comfortable, but if it's needed I'll change it. The floor is heated too, though I expect my pet to mostly rest on soft surfaces."

Your eyebrows drew into a frown. What he spoke of was very thoughtful, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that there was another meaning to this. 

"When in my house, you're going to stay naked, Kitten."

Heat burst in your chest, your shock coming out in a sputter that came out of your mouth. Your head rose, eyes looking at Ari warily. 

"We're alone here, pet. Unless I have guests over, in which case you'll dress accordingly, you can prance around naked. Nothing beside the collar, or other kitty traits which we'll discuss later." 

"Not even underwear?" You gulped. 

You surprised yourself with a lack of defense against his decree, only considering negotiating its details.

"Why would I want anything getting in the way, if I felt like petting my pet?" Ari's fingers dug deeper into the softness of your thigh. 

"We can negotiate very limited exceptions." He said, his tone holding unyielding strength. "Adjust my rules to when you're on your period, or when you're sick. But don't think, Kitten, that there won't be consequences for dismissing my orders." 

"I encourage you to be yourself and be playful, but scratch me too hard and I'll effectively clip your nails. Understood, Kitten?" 

It was a warning not only of a Master that's not lenient, but a mob boss who could burn your world to the ground. 

"Yes, Ari." You assured him, gaze dropping down submissively. 

"You please me, Kitten. There's no need to worry, I'll treat you well." He leaned toward you, sealing his promise with a kiss.

[starlyx0]

so I have noticed some people think Ben is boring (trust me I’ve seen it)

so I am here to talk about everything ben and try to explain his character!

This won’t be the best character analysis

as English is not my first language and I'm trying to bring more attention to stuff that's not talked about often.

So I'm going to split this into 6 categories to try to make writing this easier for me so bare with me.

Things I’ll go over!

personality 

looks 

hobbies

past & current 

relationship with family 

relationship with friends

This is going to have a bunch of stuff that are headcanons I'm only including them to show ppl if u can put some thought into it u can get some reasonable ones.

1 | personality

I see a lot of ppl reduce his character to only music and being mute? which really upsets me because he soo so much more,

but making his entire personality music makes me so mad

most headcanons I see are all the same PLEASE I AM TIRED of hearing what kind of songs he listens to that or all ship headcanons titled as Bens 

he's a shy awkward guy we all know that cuz he really just stands in a corner awkwardly scratching his neck most times and he also doesn’t like horror or anything scary (eps 11) 

hes a protective older brother not overly like Tyler where hes more protective of Tay from other people ben is more chill going and more afraid of what life throws at Lily, there’s not much here cuz more points I have fit in the other categories :)

2 | looks 

he looks kinda of basic nobody can deny that so I won't, but because of his past I imagine he would have a bunch of scars ik he doesn’t and that’s a bummer cuz I really wish he had 🥲

After he lost his voice he became super facially expressive but also really good at hiding his emotions so it’s either really easy to read him or really hard no in between. also because of his past bullying, I assume it affected him and the way he presents himself that why he sticks to basic outfits and look,

overall trying not to bring attention to himself even after therapy he stuck to his habit but if someone gave him a little push and helped him he would drop it and start putting thought into his looks,

saw this somewhere I don’t remember where they said he would have curly hair as a kid but his mom didn’t know how to take care of it so they ended up shaving it and i think curly or wavy haired Ben would be so cute also he would look amazing with an eyebrow piercing %100 and uhh I genuinely don’t remember him smiling genuinely in canon so i imagine his with a downturned smile I may be wrong about that idk

3 | hobbies

did I make this a separate category just to talk about him being an artist? yes I absolutely did 🙂↕️

I fear most people forgot about it n honestly and that is criminal 

there is not much said about it in canon but I’ll work with what I have,

he probably didn’t have much artistic skills when he was younger and only started doing it as a distraction and a way to calm down n he probably made himself draw

I feel like red projected onto him in that ifykyk😭

but from the picture Ben draws based on things that happen so he diff draws a bunch of random things he sees and thinks its cool, he would draw everything and everyone and I feel his art style would be more realistic tbh

but Ben also plays guitar, plays piano 

, fight, used to sing, and the medic of the group like what else he do?? he is literally perfect what more can I say here but most of these are not really hobbies but skills he had to learn for the sake of his life 

4 | Past & current 

I’ll talk more here about how his past affects him currently,

I love to think he has a fear of fires because of the fire that burned down his house more of a headcanon tbh

see the pan he burned in that official art? it took him half an hour in his room to calm down his heartbeat and gathering around the campfire is the opposite of relaxing for him

probably hates turtlenecks with his being 

and I want to talk about his voice as that affects him the most what really bothers me about the fandom is that a lot of people ignore the fact that he probably will never speak. 

I see plenty of ppl benlor shippers say 

“he would sing for —-🥺“ “he would whisper to comfort—🥺“ n it makes me wonder are we even talking about the same character???? which is absolute bullshit if he did that he is the one that’s gonna need comfort like please. he would probably never speak unless he sees someone's head gets ripped off there body.

It's said flat out in episode 27

That he has the option to speak but he doesn’t why? Because he hates his voice and if he hates his voice sm he chose to not speak for yearsss what makes u think he would speak for the sake of someone else's comfort when doing that only pains him? he is selectively mute for a reason I'm not saying he doesn’t have a voice but at least if u headcanon him to speak in the future at least let it be for his own sake instead of doing it for someone else or make it about ur ship.

5 | Relationship with family 

Starting with his parents I don’t think they are bad parents at all they tried to help him as much as they could but they couldn’t so they opened up other options and let him move away and heal even if he’s not with them I think what the did is a good choice for their situation and their relationship would still be great tbh considering the distance 

now onto Lily

I honestly can talk about them for days. I love them 

Their relationship is so sweet the way Lily is stuck to him every chance she gets and ah also used to sing to her can you imagine how she felt seeing her brother coming home later and later covered in bruises not singing to her to sleep anymore watching him sneak out 

she basically watched her brother spiral down and then leave she was probably too young to really understand what was going on fully so now she just wants to spend all the time she can with him and he tries to make up for lost time :(

now Aiden 

most people probably forgot Aiden is the closest person to Ben and the same goes the other way around.

Aiden is a life long friend of Ben’s

he literally trusts him, follows him everywhere and lets him decide for him 

they spent most of their time together since Ben moved in they live together there stuck together.

Aiden probably helped him a lot mentally helping him try new things and be more carefree

Ben also probably helped him mentally and physically patching him up and looking out for him overall,

I see some Aiden fics that are like “Oh no Ben’s gonna be so upset at me 😖” and they make him act like a nurse, not a friend and he just bandages him up then leaves as if nothing happened and someone else comes and in does all the comforting 

like I can count all the fics where Ben acts like a decent person and I'd still have more fingers up than down,

it’s so upsetting how ignored their relationship is in this fandom they deserve so much more honestly.

6 | Relationship with friends 

he is definitely the therapist friend 

He is that kind of friend that you can tell everything to him going from weird food to the worst time of your life and won't even realize it 

his friendship with Ash is very chill not the closest I'd say,

they're really just trying to keep their peace lmao

his friendship with Taylor

I imagine them as gossip girls tbh Ben being a quiet kid while Taylor is popular they definitely know some good gossip 

his friendship with Tyler is something he used to find him irritating but then he realized they have a lot in common especially when Tyler was teaching him guitar which was precise since he was the one who offered 

and his friendship with Logan 

it's really sweet Logan would try to teach him gardening while they talk about their interests

and be absolute nerds together lmao

overall the friendship between all of them is really sweet ik I didn’t give it justice here but the found family trope and the way they find comfort in each other is just everything to me

And I'm done yappin hope u enjoyed that because that was over 1,5k words 

if u have any questions feel free to ask 🫡

[marvel-ous-m]

Eddie Munson’s Guide for How to Adopt a Jock in Four Easy Steps (3/5)

Part One

Part Two

Part Four

AO3 Link

A.N.- shorter chapter today, but the next two chapters make up more than half of the rest of my google doc! So I promise that it’s worth it, lol. Enjoy!

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“Eddie, I’m going to need you to repeat what you just told me, because I know for a fact that I didn’t hear you correctly. I couldn’t have.” Grant crossed his arms angrily, leveling Eddie with his best intimidating glare. 

“I know it sounds crazy, but I need you to trust me on this. Steve is… fuck man, he’s not in a good place, okay? So yeah, he’s sleeping in the Hellfire room right now. Before you come for my throat, I need you to think about this.” Eddie held out his hands, counting on his fingers as he went through his reasoning. “His parents haven’t been home in three months. Hagan abandoned him last year, Nancy broke up with him then hooked up with Jonathan Byers, Billy beat the shit out of him this weekend, he isn’t sleeping, he has no one. He’s an outcast, just like the rest of us.” 

“So this is the perfect opportunity to get back at him.” Gareth muttered under his breath, crossing his arms. 

Eddie turned to the youngest member of their party, raising an eyebrow. “I know that his type like to pick on you Freshmen, but that’s not how we do things here, Gar-bear.” Eddie sighed then, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s easy to get back at people in times like this, but that would make us no better than them.” Eddie turned back to the entire group then, shaking his head at the three of them. “You guys didn’t see him. It was bad… I mean, if I’m being honest, it was a little scary.”

“So what are you proposing?” Jeff finally spoke, looking up from where he was previously staring at the linoleum floor of the hallway outside the drama room.

“Just let him sit next to me and watch the game today. Be civil. Don’t tease him, don’t make snide comments- just don’t be assholes. If things go well after today we’ll talk about bringing him in permanently.”

“Permanently?!” 

“Eddie, I mean this when I say it, you are certifiably insane.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” 

“Shut up!” Eddie shrieked and held his hands up, effectively quieting the uproar from his group of misfits. “Just- look, if you fuck this up I’ll TPK this whole campaign- which, honestly, is probably more of a punishment for me because I’ve been working on this campaign for about a month, but I digress. Give. The guy. A chance.” 

Grant, Gareth, and Jeff looked at one another. They always seemed to be able to have a conversation without speaking (and that conversation usually was centered around some shit Eddie was pulling). Finally, Jeff nodded at Eddie. “Alright, we’ll give him a chance. BUT only on the condition that each of our characters starts with a rare magic item.”

Eddie huffed out a quiet laugh, nodding at the three boys. “Yeah, sure, whatever. I’ll add them to your character sheets before we start.”

Jeff blinked in surprise and looked at both Gareth and Grant, then back at Eddie. “Even though the magic items may not make sense with your campaign?” 

“You’re the ones asking for ‘em.” Eddie shrugged, then pulled the lanyard out of his pocket. “Okay, just gimme like, ten minutes, then you can come in.” As Eddie walked away, he could’ve sworn he heard the boys whispering about a giant crush and him being head over heels. Eddie scoffed to himself. He could never fall for Steve- what with Steve’s stupid big eyes and his floppy hair and his dorky polos. Eddie unlocked the door, rolling his eyes as he did. Him falling for Steve. As if. 

Steve sat up from his space in the corner when the door opened, instantly relaxing when he saw who it was. The jock rubbed at his eyes, humming sleepily. “Hey Eds. S’it time for Hellfire ‘lready?” 

Steve’s hair was a mess, his polo was sideways, his eyes were tired and a blanket was hunched around his shoulders. He was… actually kind of adorable. Eddie smiled at him and could’ve sworn he felt a flutter in his chest. 

Oh no.

Oh no no no.  

He had a crush on Steve Harrington. 

...Shit.

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A.N.: this tag list has grown so much! I’m sorry if I forgot to add you if you requested it or if you didn’t end up on here, there were some accounts that were giving me trouble. Thanks again for all the support!

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[wally-darling-hyperfixation]

Are You Ok? Kid Wally x Psychologist GN Reader

Art is by clown. I finally found the little kids. If you ever feel this way please seek help and emotionally decompress. Don’t cause yourself more worries and make sure you try to love yourself. Always try. Enjoy!! Also Please do not be afraid to comment. i would love to know what yall think. And if you want to request something go ahead. Thanks!!!

Wally holds his mothers hand frightened. His mother has been worrying about him and how he is acting lately. She never sees him eat anymore. He always seems to be awake , having bags under his eyes, he always seems to be staring at the wall. He even has a look where he had sleepy eyes or stares long. He won’t share with her. So she brought him to (y/n) , a child psychologist who help kids in their daily life’s and to help parents understand what’s going on with them. Wally sees the big door and grips his mothers hand tight. “Mom, did I do something wrong? Why we somewhere scary? I’m sorry I’ll try to be better, don’t leave me please,” he was crying beside his mother . She bends down, “Wally sweetie. You did nothing wrong. This person just wants to help is all, alright.” Wally nods and they head into the office waiting.

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You look at the time and it is time for your next appointment after sending off a little one with a toy and a promise to work more next time. You walked out of your office and say the patients name , “Wally Darling?” The mother says here and bends down to Wally , “ Wally , hunny. This nice person is going to have a conversation with you. Just try to be honest, alright?” Wally nods sniffling and walks into the room not fully trusting us. He sits on couch in front you his little legs swaying as he holds his blanket close. You look at him, “hello sweetie. I’m (y/n) and I’m here to help you. Is there anything you would like to tell .” Wally shakes his head no holding his blanket tighter. You rub your chin and go to the toy chest and pull out a plush apple. Wally’s eyes seemed to brighten when he saw it but didn’t say anything. You saw and smile bringing it to him. “Here Wally. Why don’t you have this and calm down first. Then you can tell me what’s going on,” you tell the little one giving the plush and waiting for him to calm. He hugs the plush tight to him enjoying the firm yet soft feeling of it. (Apple plush is at end. I looked it up because most times in an unfamiliar environment. Kids need something to touch or fidget with to calm down)

Wally takes a deep breathe and starts talking . He says how he eats with his eyes. How he hears his walks talking to him. He looks so nervous staring constantly hugging the apple plush. He tells people are unnerved by how he never blinks. How is mom is worried he not eating cause she never sees him eat. About how people are scared by him looking at them. He cries hugging his plush. He is just a little kid. He doesn’t know what’s going on. You walk over and sit in front of him on your knees holding his little hand. “ I don’t find you scary Wally. Your just amazingly unique and that’s ok. Some kids find it better to draw out how they feel and I think a creative outlet would really help bring that sweet smile back. Your mom told me you have a lovely smile and I hope I can see it next time. Why don’t you keep the plush and,” you get an art kit out and give it to him , “show me what you draw next time. Because I would love if you visit me again,” you say and smile. Wally gives a small smile and nods. You send him to the waiting room with his mom waiting for him and you talk to her. You tell her that you believe Wally may have a form of autism though you aren’t sure what yet. Which means more appointments to figure out and help. He was busy drawing while you adults talk. You tell Mrs. Darling that he just needs time and to express himself. But other than that he seems alright and you would love to help him progress more. Mrs. Darling nods and sets up scheduled appointments then tells Wally it’s time to go. He frowns but nods and says “ Bye (y/n) I hope to talk again.” He gives a cute smile. You aww and say “Of course sweetie, I will see you next time.” And wave them off thinking about what you should work on next with the little Wally.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Thank y’all for reading this. You actually are the one who got Wally into drawing btw. Not canon but it’s cute that because Wally got help as a kid , it inspired him to keep drawing. I hope you like this. I have always hoped that one day I can do this for kids. And if you do have mental health problems. Please make sure to be able to talk about it. Do not keep it bottled in. It may get worse. Thank you!!!

[browneyedboys]

kiss me goodnight

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Pairing: rafe cameron x reader

Warnings: cursing, cursing, overall fluff (let me know if you find something else)

Word count: 2.4K

Synopsis: Rafe finds you in the library yet again, but this time your both a bit more open and a bit more enchanted.

a/n: this may or may not turn into a series, I promise nothing, feedback is always appreciated! 

“I’m starting to think I just need to go to the library after midnight if I want to find you.” Rafe hums, taking in the curl of your hair as it cascades down your back. Once again it’s far past the time which he considers suitable for studying when he runs into you. This time though, there’s no Ward Cameron breathing down his neck. Instead he slides the chair next to you out of its nook in the university’s table and takes a seat. 

He’d be lying if he said he actually intended to do work. A late night walk had been his original intentions, but when a familiar tug led him to the library he didn’t fight it. Rafe Cameron didn’t believe in fate before he met you but now he wasn’t so sure. 

You take far too long for a not hyper focused person to respond, blinking twice before tearing your gaze from your laptop. It’s nearing the hour when the words from your latest assignment become etched into your vision. This signals to you that perhaps it’s time to call it a night. 

Rafe Cameron also signals that. He takes a seat beside you in the deserted library. You’re not sure what you did to attract his kind smiles and teasing expressions but you’re sure you’ll miss them when they eventually leave. This isn’t something that happens and never stops, there has to be some catch to the golden boy. If there isn't, you are surely doomed. You’re falling too fast to recover

“You okay sweetheart?” He calls you out of your own head, gentle expression coercing you back into the present. 

Closing your laptop, you nod. “It’s just been a long day,” You draw out before shifting in your chair. You bring your knees up towards your chest so you can gaze at Rafe with your head on your knees. It’s the ultimate comfort: your own body heat. 

“Ah,” he croons in a sympathetic manner. “It’s friday night; why are you at the library instead of with your friends or even just studying at home?”

“My roommate hates when my laptop light is on when she is in bed and she likes to go to bed at like 10 so it’s just easier for me to come here. It’s quieter than any common room in the Pi Phi house but it’s still habitable, you know? I like a hunk of noise when I’m studying but I always end up talking to people, it’s a problem.”

“And you’re studying on a friday night because…” Rafe baits, his signature teasing smirk on his lips. His head tips to the side. Hair moving in a flowing tidal wave. You lean forward slightly, capturing a chunk of it in your fingertips. Twirling it around, you learn it’s just long enough to be tucked behind Rafe’s ear, so you do just that. 

“Because I was out of town the first half of last week, I’m trying to get an internship lined up for next semester so I had to go on a two day interview process.” You answer the question Rafe thought you forgot about, giggling at his hair behind his ear.

“All that for an interview?” He radishes his eyebrows, chuckling at your antics. There’s no one he’d rather have planting with his hair. 

You nod your head, a heat rising to your checks as you process where your hand has hovered. In essence you’re cupping his jaw now. “It was actually really fun but now I’m behind so I have to go to the library until it’s scary outside and deal with the repercussions.”

“You don’t even have to ask, you know I’ll walk you back.” He leans into your hand, enjoying the minute amount of physical touch. 

“But I’m not done and you clearly didn’t come to the library to study.” Dropping your hand to your side, you pause, looking over the only visible thing he has with him: his phone, “Why did you come to the library?”

“This is going to sound really fucking cheesy but I felt drawn to it, like it was a little side quest for the night and I had to go and investigate.” 

You grin at him, “Do you know how demeaning it is to be called a side quest?’

“Oh hush,” he murmurs, leaning into your gravitational pull, “You’re distracting me from what I really wanted to offer.”

“And what was that?” 

“I have a single so whenever you need a quieter but safe place with the lights on let me know. I not only have a desk but also one of those huge bean bags. Though I’m not so sure how good it would be for studying, I always end up taking a nap when I’m on it. But seriously, you should use my bedroom. It’s much safer than being here.”

“And how would you know if I’d like to come over and use it? Are you asking for my number in some elaborate scheme?”

“Honey if I was that tricky I could just ask around, I’m sure one of my brothers has your number. Aren’t you the social chair? You plan events with our chapter which means that our social chair would have your number.” You’re a bit taken aback at how Rafe seems to keep tabs on you. Sure, you know that he’s the bursar for his chapter but that’s only because you care about him. Does he care about you, in the same way?

“You’re devolving.” You tease as you tug your phone out of your backpack. “Unfortunately for you we only communicate over snapchats that sometimes Jett drunkenly opens and then has no idea what the plan is.” You hand your phone to him anyways, contacts screen open to a blank slate; who would have known this is how your night would end up. 

“No,” he grins, “my plan is going exactly how I envisioned it. Even if Jett is an idiot who doesn’t know what’s in front of him.” He hands your phone back over, his contact name shines up at you in the most Rafe fashion you’ve ever seen: love of my life. 

The words stare up at you. Inhaling deeply, you roll your eyes but can’t deny the way your heart flutters. You feel a bit panicked, if anything you’d describe this as whatever the flight instinct is. “That’s a bit gusty, Cameron. Even for a frat boy you are dangerously confident in yourself.”

“Not quite…” he counters, “I think people call it manifesting, right? I’m putting my wishes out into the universe and I’m seeing what I get in return. And my wishes right now are you. You’ve got me in whatever way you want me.”

You reel at his confession, slowly blinking away the mist that seems to have appeared in your brain. How can you even respond to a statement like that? Your usual arsenal of witty riparte doesn’t seem to cut it. You can’t respond to a genuine remark with a dismissive gesture. Or perhaps you could but that wouldn’t convey your current state; It’s your turn to be bold. “And if I want you to walk me home and kiss me goodnight?” 

Rafe beams, after many seconds of overthinking his expression he is sharply rewarded with your approval. His lips trace the slight upward bend of your lips. They felt so soft a week ago when he trapped your bottom lip between his fingers. Rafe wonders if they’d feel that soft against his lips? Would you kiss him as soft as his love for you seems to be? “I don’t even know how to properly phrase my contentment at that idea.” 

“And I don’t know how to respond in general,” You flush, packing up your bag with the slightly shaky hands of someone who has put their mouth above their actions. The thought seems nice but now you’ve created this intense pressure on the evening, what if it’s not what you or Rafe truly wants. 

Rafe extends his hand to you once you’ve slung your backpack over your shoulder. He pulls you up and out of your chair, the wooden vessel rocks back and forth in your absence. His hand feels sturdy on its own, a solid form for you to hold onto. Some things feel as fleeting as the setting sun, but not the idea of the two of you. Despite how nervous feelings make you, you’re confident in the role of fate. It has dragged the two of you together. 

“You’ve gone all quiet,” Rafe notes as you both walk out of the doors of the library. He squeezes your hand slightly, taking in your side profile as you glance around campus in the dark. It must be draining to always be thinking about your surroundings. He has to admit it’s something he only really thinks of when he’s walking you home and you do something he doesn’t think of often. 

You look at your intertwined fingers, noting how chipped your nails are. “Would you let me paint your nails?” Your thumb traces his pointer finger nail, imagining a green hue similar to yours on it. 

Rafe’s eyeline returns to you, as it always seems to do. What is he without the idea of your presence and the familiarity you seem to hold. “Only if we get to match, and it isn’t red. I hate red.”

“Red’s the worst,” you agree, “It just feels angry in a way I will never match. I don’t understand red lipstick or nail polish, it’s just too much for me. But would you do green or brown? Or a nice blue?”

“Brown? I don’t think I’ve ever seen brown nails before.” He swings your conjoined hands back and forth, smiling. He’s starting to realize that he’s only a few kisses away from naming the stars and the sun after you. 

“Well then I think we will have to do brown nails then. I think it’s a nice color. Black is too edgy for me but sometimes colors are overrated. A nice brown is a great compromise, and I love nothing more than a compromise.” Rafe shakes his head, tilting to get a better view of you in the streetlights, “I think you secretly hate compromises. You’re far too nice to everyone and perhaps you’re itching for someone to come along and give you everything you didn’t even know you wanted.”

“I guess it would be nice to have someone pay that much attention to me,” You pause. Does Rafe already see through your perfectly constructed city to the hearth of the foundation below. You never thought anyone would get this far, taking time to see past your easy smiles and late nights. You’d give up anything to have someone pay that much attention to you. 

As you make the final turn, ending up on the street that both of you live on, Rafe curbs the disappointment which fairs in the pit of his stomach. He wants to spend entire days with you doing absolutely nothing. It’s not like you’ve spent more than a couple hours in each other’s company, it’s always been cut too short by the arrival of your front door. “Do you think your stairs would turn into a slide like in Harry Potter if a guy went onto the second floor?”

“I mean probably. That or I’d get shunned by everyone of my sisters. It’s a sacred space up there, not to be corrupted by stinky boys. Why? You have intentions to sneak up and visit me sometime?” The thought makes your heart pound in your ribs, it seems nothing would delight you more.

“I’d never sneak in uninvited… I could just wait until one of those fundraiser dinners you guys host and then you could give me a tour of your shining house.”

“Well it’s far too late for me to give you a tour but some other time I’d love to. I’ll text you when I’m allowed to have male guests.” 

“Male guests? That’s possibly the most incriminating expression I’ve ever been referred to as before. But I’d love to be your male guest whenever you need me, Cory.” Rafe squeezes your hand twice, grinning at the street in front of you. 

“Shut up,” you flush, heat creeping up your neck in the way it hasn’t in a while. You’re not used to attention from men the way that Rafe seems more than happy to provide. You’re girl pretty but you don’t attract the gaze of men randomly, or at least they never announce it. 

The pair of you pause at the walkway to your house, growing silent in a way that only anticipation does so well. Rafe is the first to take a step down the concrete, tugging you along beside him. Tonight holds an implication like never before. You’re dangerously close to the precipice of something new. 

Your blue front door appears before you faster than you wish, leading to a pause. Rafe drops your hand, it’s much too cold in the late October air. He turns to you, eyes tracing the slope of your cheekbones. His gaze sifts from your left eye to your lips then to your right eye. You’re antsy with anticipation in a way that is unfamiliar. Gone is the trepidation. You step forward, into Rafe’s space, and peer up at him. 

He reaches up, tucking your hair behind your ear, tracing it until he can cup your jaw. Your eyes flutter closed, lips parting in the waiting game, the sight nearly kills Rafe. He has nothing to do but close the gap and capture your lips with his own. He uses his other hand to tug you forward until it becomes impossible to bring you any closer. The distance between the two of you is vanquished with the tug of his lip by your teeth. You wrap your hands around his neck, running a hand through his golden hair. 

Rafe is first to pull back, pupils blown and reflecting your disheveled state. “Your lips are so soft.” The hand which cups your jaw shifts, he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. You part your lips, drawing it into your lips. “Are you as pleased with that goodnight kiss as I am?”

You draw his hand off of your face, tangling your fingers in a mess. Drawing up on your toes, you peck Rafe’s lips, “This is a goodnight kiss, Rafe. That’s a I don’t want to say goodnight kiss.”

“So you want me to peck you on the lips from here on out?” He hopes not, Rafe’s not sure how long he could survive on chaste kisses after he has experienced what it feels like to be really kissed by you.

“Please never do.”

Rafe smiles stupid the whole way home. 

[tartagilasgf]

will you forever protect me? even from the darkest entities?

xiao x female reader (she/her pronouns).

warnings: degradation and praise, vaginal fingering, intercourse, dominant xiao, fem reader, foul language, use of cunt and tits, orgasm denial, edging.

‼️FANART isn’t mine, full art credits to the @ in the beautiful artwork‼️

-also can you pretty please like and follow me, and give suggestions in the comments, please! I’ll do anything you suggest fluff, smut, angst is allowed (preferably fluff or smut however!)

-may be a few typos and grammar errors.

-background: xiao is your new bodyguard after you discovered your (now ex) boyfriend had been stalking you and selling pictures of you online. xiao stays at your house, helping to pay rent as he is overpaid by your parents and he’s kinda mean but he wants to protect you and keep you from harm :(

being the oblivious, rebellious girl you are, you’ve been attempting to sneak out, wanting to have a little bit of fun without your strong, looming (and kinda scary) bodyguard, xiao. you had looked towards the shut door before returning your gaze to the large window infront of you, trying to quietly open it, once open you hear familiar footsteps. you quickly turn around and see xiao leaning against the wall behind you, crossed arms and obviously annoyed. he opens his eyes, his cold, amber eyes piercing yours. shit, you’ve been caught.

“xiao, it’s not what it looks like! i.. i was just getting hot in here! i swear!” you defend yourself, wavering your hands infront of you.

he steps closer to you, “someone got a little to adventurous tonight, don’t you agree?” he interrogates you, not believing your obvious lie, before continuing. “It’s winter, it’s cold in here. Besides, i can clearly see your goosebumps. you’re not very discreet, y/n.” he beckons, grabbing your arm and sliding his gloved hand over your goosebumps.

i exhale, looking up at you. “..maybe im not discreet but can you blame me? you’re constantly with me everywhere i go. i don’t need a watchdog looking over my shoulder.” I argue. he steps closer, now directly infront of me.

“don’t you know the dangers of going outside alone, huh? you know damn well your shitty ex is still obsessed with you, don’t think i didn’t see the messages you so desperately tried to hide from me.” xiao waits for your response, knowing you can’t say anything back because he’s right, as always.

i roll my eyes, letting out a frustrated huff, “yeah, whatever. i don’t care.” i wave my hand back and forth, dismissing the topic and walking into the kitchen, clearly showing my exasperation due to your harsh questioning. he follows me into the kitchen, watching my every move. observing me. i pour myself a mug of hot chocolate, feeling your presence behind me, daggers stabbing into my back.

“do you enjoy making me disgruntled?” xiao asks in a cold tone. he steps closer to you from behind, putting his arms onto the counter behind you, which just so happens to be beside your sides, trapping you. *he whispers into my ear, “are you satisfied with exploiting me, because i have quite a strong feeling you secretly like making me frustrated. your perseverance comes through once again, huh?” he wants a answer. no — he demands an answer, yet he doesn’t have to say it because his cold, dominant tone does.

i quietly gasp from the warmth of his voice traveling onto my neck, knowing he’d find out my little secret eventually.. yet i still deny, knowing he currently has me right where he wants me. i stay silent, unsure whether to voice my defensive statements or if i should be truthful with him.

xiao’s brows continue to furrow when you refuse to answer him, one of his arms move to your waist, squeezing it. silently demanding for your answer. the pressure of his gloved hand on your waist makes you bend forward and let out a quiet however noticeable “..fuck.”

after regaining your composure back, you finally speak, giving him an unpleasant answer. “w-what makes you think that?” he chuckles softly, his aura becoming more felt.

“maybe it’s the fact you constantly blush and avoid me when I get ‘too close’ or the fact im occurring frequently in your dreams. i know you want me, ive known it since day 1. you think you’re so complex but you really aren’t that difficult to figure out, agreed?” xiao responds, his amber eyes darkening. his hand grips your waist tighter. “are you done playing games y/n?” he turns you around without warning and makes you face him, pressing his muscular body into yours. he notices your face getting redder each second that passes.

i begin to get flustered, my back hoisting in on itself, legs becoming relatively weak. “what do you want me to say xiao? you want me to tell you i think you’re hot because if you do then I’ll tell you right here and now. i think you’re attractive. are you satisfied or are you gonna keep running that bitch mouth of yours?” my eyes suddenly broaden, realizing what i just said to you. panic displays in my eyes “s-shit! sorry! i swear to god, i didn’t mean it xiao! I’m so—sorry!” but before you can react he lays you down on the counter, pinning your arms above you. he bites his lip, drawing blood.

“hm.. don’t you think it’s rather shameful to talk to an adeptus like that, not only am i your bodyguard but aren’t you forgetting the power i have over weak humans like you?” he says, resentment laced in his voice. your eyes widen more, not knowing xiao was an adeptus you suddenly freeze, connecting the dots. god, you knew he was strong but him being an adeptus never crossed a thought in your mind. you begin apologising profusely before he picks you up and bringing you to your bedroom, sitting you down on the bed infront of him.

“s-seriously xiao! ..i had no idea you were an adeptus, i p-promise!” you whine, dishing out as many apologies as you can possibly think of and babble out. he leans down and pins your wrists to either side of your head, dipping his head and kissing you harshly, making you squirm under him. you whimper into the kiss, feeling your face get hotter when he slips his tongue into your mouth. he puts his knees on both sides of you, deepening the kiss and pulling back when he senses you’re nearly out of breath. “..do you want this?” he asks in a serious tone. you breathe deeply, nodding your head repeatedly, at a loss for words as you overcome with several different emotions.

he nods, and gets off the bed, instead standing infront of it. he squints his eyes for a moment, examining your hot, flustered body. “strip, now.” he demands, his gaze never leaving you.

“o-okay..” you reply nervously, biting your lip in pure anticipation and you begin to take off your shirt, revealing your dark green and teal lingerie set, confirming his thoughts of how you’ve been planning this, waiting for it to finally happen. you slip your cheeky shorts off, waiting for him to say something.

he instead laughs darkly. “it’s such a cute set, i appreciate how you bought my favorite colors. however, would it still look cute shredded on the floor? what do you think y/n, hm?” he questions, a small smirk playing on his wet lips. you blush and nod hesitantly, unsure of which answer is wrong and which one is right. he unbuckles his pants and takes off his shirt, revealing his tattoos, on display for you and you only. leaving his black boxers on, he gets on the bed hovering above you.

he kisses your lips with haste before moving down to your jawline, taking his sweet time. “p-please stop teasing me, xiao.” he smiles, completely ignoring your desperate pleas and continues to mark you, creating reddish-purple marks along your pretty jawline and neck, making you whimper and pout. he moves to your collar bone, one hand holding your arms above you while the other one slips under your pretty bra, playing with your sensitive tit. he smirks, feeling you try to grind your hips in desperation. “such a desperate slut, is that really all you are?” not giving you the courtesy of calling you your name, he degrades you. making your panties pool with arousal. you nod, squeezing your legs together and moan as he plays with your tit, teasing you.

his hand moves to the clasp of the bra, tearing it apart with no difficulty and carelessly throwing it on the floor. you whine as that was an expensive set but hey, there will be others. “it’s okay, pretty. i can always buy you another one.” his mouth lowers onto your tit, alternating between sucking and biting it.

“..a-ah! xiao, fuck me already! ah.. i-im begging you.. please! p-..pretty please!!” you beg miserably, in hopes he’d grant you your greatest wish. he continues to suck until he had enough with teasing you and he gently rubs his fingers over your thinly clothed pussy. you buck your hips furiously, trying to obtain more friction. he scoffs, “stop fuckin’ moving whore. ill touch you when i feel like it, you understand?” he pushes your hips down with his own, slightly rubbing his erect dick against your aching, covered pussy.

you nod, despite your obvious objection to how he’s teasing you. after he had enough of teasing you, he pulls your panties to the side, running his finger from your sensitive bud down to your hymen, making you uncontrollably moan once.

he smirks, “does a little touch really make you jolt that much?” he laughs at you, humiliating you slightly. ”oh god.. you’re soaked. I’ve barely even touched you yet.” he snorts in pure disbelief, his thumb rubbing your sensitive bud in circles. your hips pulsate up repeatedly, begging for more. “aah… p-please xiao, i..want y-you.. a-ah..” you beg in desperation once again. The corners of his lips curl up, forming a sinister smile. he takes off his black gloves and then quickly inserts a finger into your dripping pussy, slowly thrusting it in and out. you constantly moan and whine, arching your back for more. he starts going faster adding a third finger. “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you bitch?” a smile plays on his lips, his bright, white fangs showing when he degrades you. you nod your head repeatedly, feeling him curl his fingers, directly hitting your g-spot. “f-fuck! xiao, s-sir! i-im so.. ah.. close! ..shitshitshit!” you babble out, not caring about the embarrassment from your incoherent language. he, with haste pulls his fingers out as soon as you start clenching tightly around his digits, signaling you’re about to orgasm.

you whine, tears forming in your exhausted eyes. eager to cum you beg more, questioning him why he’s edging you and denying you of your wanted orgasm. “x-xiao, please! why won’t you l-let me cum! i-I’ve been good, right? right??” you chant repeatedly, hoping he’ll have a sliver of mercy. your puffy pussy unfortunately clenching around nothing. he laughs before flicking your clitoris twice. “do you remember when you asked me if I’m gonna keep running ‘that bitch mouth of mine’? I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t however, considering the fact i already fucked you partially senseless with some foreplay and finger-fucking.” he replies, a cold yet somewhat pitiful tone in his voice.

you frown, “i said i was sorry xiao, i was just.. upset and frustrated and i didn’t like being—cornered, by you may i add..” you admit, honestly. A tinge of sadness in your voice makes xiao become more.. sympathetic and he takes his boxers off, showcasing his painfully erect dick. for a second you seriously wonder if it’s gonna hurt trying to get it into you. he strokes his dick a few times before smearing your precum and arousal onto his tip. “are you.. absolutely sure y/n?” he asks, genuinely wanting your truthful answer. you nod without question, without hesitation.

“ah..this might hurt a bit pretty, okay? but.. i know you can take it, correct?” he aligns his dick with your puffy, needy cunt, and slowly pushes his tip in, giving you some time to adjust to the inhumanely girth. you, cry in pain before your pussy is stretched open from his length.

“y-you can start moving, xiao..” you confirm, holding his hand and kissing him on the cheek. he nods and slowly pushes most of his length into you, his tip curving into your g-spot slightly, grazing it. you grind your hips up, asking for more. he sees what you’re telling him and he pushes himself in all the way, waiting a moment before thrusting, each thrust picking up his pace, eventually abusing your g-spot mercifully, without stopping.

“f-fuck xiao! s-shitshitshitshit! oh my g—oh my god! im— im c-cumming! ah!” you babble incoherently, mind going blank from your long-needed orgasm. xiao kisses you, effectively shutting you up, silencing you. he reached his own orgasm, pulling out and cumming on your pretty, sore, mark covered abdomen. he pants, taking a moment to come down from his high. he gently kisses your cheek and wiping you with a clean, grey cloth and rubbing the tears from pleasure off of your face.

“you did good, i didn’t know a mere mortal like you could last that long, huh.” he somehow compliments and degrades you in a single sentence, but who are you to complain…

After all, as your bodyguard he had sworn to always protect you, even from the darkest entities.

[audristarzz]

I've been feeling anxious and stressed with this whole kosa thing im trying not to panic but sometimes it feels like no matter what we do they wont listen to us i just saw a tiktok saying that their not even reading up on this bill which pisses me off more. And we are telling them time and time again to not pass kosa. I remember so many content creators were talking about the dangers of the kosa bill i remember it being talked everywhere and now it's just silence which confuses me why is no concerned about this bill did everyone just forget or just doesn't care anymore. This is just reminding me of the whole tiktok ban thing again but so many people online were talking about that but not kosa at all like this bill is going to affect everyone and then everyone will start panicking if it does pass when they could've spoken out about the bill. I'm sorry for the kinda long rant im just stressed anxious idk what to do i have been calling emailing whatever im just so tired i've been spreading info in my twiiter/x account and none of my mutuals seems to care i know people are focusing about what's going on in palestine congo sudan etc so am i but you focus on multiple things at once this bill can censor people talking about these countries too so it makes me really confused why there's barley anyone concerned about the censorship and online safety thing and the whole government id like literally no one of my mutuals care their just only liking posts about me retweeting stuff about palestine sudan and congo like what about the kosa bill it can censor us talking about israels war crimes hello people you should be concerned and make some noise about kosa. I'll try to distract myself i guess but it's hard not to worry i hope it doesn't immediately go to the house once it fully passes the senate since from my understanding only a committee passed it so it might pass the senate tomorrow or some shit idk. Im glad there's slightly more opposition in the house it gives me hope also do you think even if it does pass that it can be stopped with congressman and the government being sued i heard something about lawsuits in a few posts on here and twitter/x but again sorry for the long rant you can ignore if you want it is a long rant sorry lol.

hello!! don’t apologize for ranting I can understand why it’s very stressful and scary especially since it feels like you have nobody to talk to about this, it is infact a scary time for us right now with everyone going on but I’m very proud of you for spreading awareness about KOSA, I myself am trying to stay positive since there could be things that stop the bill (opposition, the possibility of it getting sued and the fact it’s harmful for lgbtq youth and unconstitutional as fuck) but I’ll admit it the anxiety and stress of it does get to me but I’m not going to give up and neither should you. I learned about KOSA a year ago and the reason why it’s just NOW getting to the senate is because we voiced our opposition, Evan Greer is a reliable source where I get my information and she does a lot to try to keep KOSA from passing. A reminder that KOSA tried to pass before in previous years but didn’t because there was so much opposition of it. Maxwell Frost, a representative opposes KOSA amongst others which is good, Once again, there is more opposition and skepticism about KOSA in the House than Senate. I know it’s scary and worrisome but please, don’t panic and if it gets to the point where it’s to much for your health take a step back from looking at updates for a minute. KOSA won’t go straight into effect after it’s voted to the Senate, and IF it passes it will take 18 months to go into effect depending on which state you’re in. But it’s not to that point yet, It has to get to the House which if we keep voicing our concern and opposition will not pass and then get signed to the president, which given everything that’s been going on in the presidential race, may be a bit tricky or take longer to get too. Senate goes into a break in August so I’ve heard so that gives us time to keep calling/ emailing and faxing. If you have any trusted adult I would recommend voicing your concerns to them, i myself am in a very much homophobic republican family (democratic state tho) and i felt hopeless for awhile since I had nobody to voice my concerns to but then I talked to my older cousin and it made me feel a lot better since she voted for Biden. Im not an expert when it comes to politics and this, I get my research from other amazing blogs on Tumblr, articles and Evan Greer since I don’t have any other social media platforms. But I hope I was able to bring some reassurance to you, if not I apologize but please do not give up because the silence is what’s going to get KOSA to pass, keep voicing your opposition, calling / faxing and emailing. It’s going to be okay and please do not panic, whatever happens tomorrow will be a step forward or back but regardless we can fight it and not let KOSA pass. You’re doing great Anon. 💗

[trappedinafantasy37]

Let me tell you about my first time meeting Minthara and locking myself into the grove raid

I was having a chat with someone in the comments of my fanfic where I had told them I locked myself into the grove raid on my first run. They got really curious as to how I managed that. But, my response got a bit too long, so I figured I’d kinda do a bit of a writeup and reminisce about my first time playing Baldurs Gate 3 all the way back on Christmas Day and how I raided the grove with Minthara.

And oooo boi, where do I begin! Just a massive string of first time player who doesn’t know how to look, how to listen, or how to read. To start, never found Wyll in the grove (and when I eventually did he was big mad). I have no idea how I missed him. For some reason, my dumb ass also didn’t explore north of Blighted Village. So, I never found Karlach (and when I eventually did she was big mad). I went down to the swamp and Ethel just humiliated me, so I decided to go back until I was level 5 cause she was level 5. I never found Wood Woad so I never learned of the Shadow Druid stuff. I also never found the Underdark or Grymforge until exploring the goblin camp AFTER the raid so the only thing left for me to do was the grove.

Kagha wouldn’t talk to me cause she wanted me to go to Zevlor. I don’t know how I did it, but Zevlor wanted me to kill Kagha and just refused to talk to me when I said I wasn’t gonna kill Kagha. I also never found Mol so never got the quest to steal the idol.

So, all that was left was the goblin camp. Went downstairs to find the bear in the cage, I kinda figured it was Halsin. But, I think I picked the wrong dialogue options with the goblin kids and pissed off the bear. Long story short, bear got dead. All that was left was talking with Minthara and man she scared the absolute fucking shit outta me! When she told me to tell her where the grove was, I was literally too scared to tell her no and gave her the location. Don’t know bout you, but powerful and scary women can convince me to do just about anything! I felt awful, but it felt like it was the only way to progress the grove conflict.

Then I started the raid and saw that I still had the option to turn against her. I was so excited and thought “Yay! I can still save them AND I’ll have an army of tiefling and druids.” WRONG! I had 3 tieflings and only 1 was actually worth a damn and the druids slept through their big day. Minthara swept the floor with my ass, again, and again, and again. I tried that fight for 3 hours and Minthara won the fight every time. Mind you, I was severely under leveled and was doing the raid at level 3.

I may have found Withers, but didn’t know about respecing so Shadowheart was still in her default class of Trickery Domain (WHICH IS GARBAGE), Astarion who was an Arcane Trickster (WHICH IS GARBAGE), and Bae’zel who carried our asses as best as she could. And then there was me, a Rogue Assassin who loses her biggest advantage after round 1.

In typical drow fashion, she quite literally beat me into submission and I just said, “fuck it, I’mma join her.” Easiest fight in the game, didn’t break a sweat. When I talked to her in the inner sanctum, I genuinely felt nauseous to my stomach, but I decided I wasn’t gonna reload and was live with my choices, even if they’re stupid. I told Minthara that what we did was murder and we deserve to hang for it. Then she said “Look at me” and I was hooked. She has had me in her clutches ever since.

I did the goblin party and her and I went to the chapel. I figured I was gonna get a fade to black kinda sex scene. WRONG! It has got to be the most graphic and explicit sex scene I’ve seen in a game second to Cyberpunk. I was literally in shock the whole time. And then, afterwards, I cuddled with her and she wanted to talk about my feelings and I'm all "O.o, you're supposed to be evil?" The game may have been painting her as an evil character, but that moment showed that there was so much depth to her than just being an evil character. A moment most players will never see cause most don't raid the grove. I truly wasn’t expecting to see her again in Moonrise. And when I did, I knew I had to get her outta there no matter what.

Looking back on it now, it’s interesting for me to see how many things had to go wrong in order for me to end up raiding the grove. If I had found Karlach first, it wouldn’t have happened. If I found the Underdark/Grymforge first and leveled up a bit, wouldn’t have happened. If I freed Halsin, I probably would have killed the goblin leaders (including Minthara cause I did not know about the knock out method on my first play through) and the raid wouldn’t have happened. Hell, if I had thought to lower the difficulty to Explorer it wouldn’t have happened! But I didn’t get that big brain idea until the fight with Nere, well after the grove raid.

Minthara left such a massive impression on me because I did raid the grove. It really does make me think of her line “I would have just been another casualty in your crusade against the Absolute and no one would remember me.” If I did things right, that’s exactly who she would have been and probably would have been dead in most of my playthroughs. But, instead, I fucked everything up and she most certainly wasn’t a casualty and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget her. When meeting her in the goblin camp, never could I have imagined relating so much to a character. Out of all the companions, I relate to Minthara the most and Karlach comes a close second.

I don’t always raid the grove, but I will never kill her under any circumstance. Her and Shadowheart are the only two companions who have survived every playthough I’ve done and will survive every future runs cause I just cannot play this game without them. And it’s all because I was a chronic dumbass and raided the grove.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 20

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 19 🟣 Part 21

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI. P-in-v sex, fingering, angst, ongoing vampire shenanigans, more blood than we're used to... Mentions of a knife kink. Paranormal voyeurism... (I swear, regular tags and warnings just don't feel sufficient for this :') )

Word count: 4.7k (It's a long one)

A/N: Loving kisses, a successful date, a bitch, a good friend, a messy bite... I'd call this fluffy if it wasn't so... smutty.

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @ellethespaceunicorn @mis-lil-red @sillyrabbit81 @livisss @itsrubberbisquit @ktficworld @proud-aroace-beastie

“Mikey?” You threw the door open — and you should have known better. Your heart threatened to beat its way out of your chest at the sight before you. It was really just Mike, on his bed, phone in one hand, dick in the other. The scenario left very little to the imagination with regard to what he was doing…

Then you blinked, and all the evidence of what you’d run into vanished.

“Swe—” He stopped talking — again — and you felt your heart being crushed under the weight of that unfinished word. And this time you weren’t having any of it.

In a few steps, you closed the distance between you and the edge of the bed, where a disappointingly fully dressed Mike was sitting. “Sat it,” you said, putting your hands on either side of his face after hauling him to his feet. “Call me ‘Sweetcheeks’. Wrap your arms around me, hold me, look me right in the eye and say it.”

Despite your explicit and pressing demand, you were surprised when his arms snaked around your waist and he cleared his throat. “Sweetcheeks, I’ve been an idiot.”

“Yeah, well… what else is new?” you chuckled, and your heart jumped for joy when he joined you. Then, you looked at him: “We’re going out. Tonight. Dinner and a movie.”

“We can get burgers and head off to see Saw?” Of course he suggested a horror movie!

“You know I can’t sleep after watching scary movies, Mike,” you whispered.

“I know you can’t sleep alone,” he corrected you — and he was right. “I’ll protect you… Sweetcheeks.”

“Cool, it’s a date,” you said before giggling like a schoolgirl. At least the sound made Mike smile even wider. That was good, right?

“Dinner tonight, princess? I’m making chicken fried rice.” August pressed his lips to yours before you could answer.

“Sounds fantastic, August, but I’m going out. Mike and I are going on a date.” You tried to fight the smile off your face, but you just couldn’t manage.

August wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, peppering kisses along your jaw before dipping his head down to reach your neck. “You’re happy, princess. I like it when you are happy.”

“Even when you’re not the one making me happy?” Why? Why did you ask that?

“I do make you happy,” August said matter-of-factly. “In fact, I make you very happy.” He lifted you onto the kitchen counter, standing between your legs, which you wrapped around his waist.

In the middle of your passionate kiss, Sherlock stumbled into the kitchen.

“Good morning you two,” he said, his indifference to the scene in front of him evident in his voice.

You pushed against August’s shoulders so he would let you go, and hopped off the counter, stalking towards Sherlock in a few big, angry steps. It surprised you that he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you — quite firmly, and inappropriately for a communal area of the house. It also surprised you that he was quite cold to the touch.

“I heard you have a date with Mike tonight?” he asked with a kind smile. “A wonderful idea. May I request some time to feed before you leave?”

“Only of you don’t ask me so formally,” you snorted. “I love you, of course you can eat. You’re not filing a tax form!”

“Well, then,” he said, his smile growing more mischievous, “would my beautiful love accompany me to bed, please?”

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest when you heard him say those words, before realizing that you always retreated to his bedroom to feed. It had just become a thing you usually did in private. Not for anyone’s sake, but simply to take full advantage of the calming sensation you felt, and to really give yourself some alone time with your guys. This time would be no different. No different at all.

“Please, make yourself comfortable, darling,” he said kindly when you stepped into the room. “I will get you some tea, and… August?” Sherlock turned around before the door opened and indeed showed August, standing outside, holding a cup of tea in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He sighed, while Sherlock chuckled. “Thank you very much.”

August grumbled something unintelligible while rolling his eyes before turning on his heel and disappearing, leaving you and Sherlock to it.

You took the glass of water and drank it quickly, not because you hoped to get this over with as quickly as possible, but because you wanted to crawl into Sherlock’s arms as soon as you could.

You waited a few minutes, just laying on his bed, curled up in his embrace with your head resting on his chest, while gathering your thoughts as well as your courage. Then, you kissed him. It surprised you that he was so greedy in his reciprocation, to the point where he quickly took the lead in your little bout of passion, pinning you to the mattress, the weight of his body comfortably crushing your soul back into your body. Sometimes that was just necessary.

What did bother you, however, was the fact that he seemed to be having no physical reaction to your kiss whatsoever. Why the hell not?

His lips traveled from your mouth to your jaw, and eventually to your neck, where you felt his fangs scrape over your skin.

Of your four partners, Sherlock had the gentlest bite, and he took the most time when feeding — save for Mike when he had access to his preferred location. You’d once asked him why, and he had answered that throughout the years, he’d had to feed quickly for such a long time, that he refused to now that he no longer had to.

“Thank you, darling,” he said quietly when he was done making sure your wounds would heal.

“Why do you always say that?” You’d never asked him that before, you realized, even though you couldn’t remember any time he hadn’t said it.

“You let me bite you. You voluntarily allow me to wound you so that I may feed on your blood. Darling, if that is not something I should be thankful for…”

You sealed your mouth over his to stop him from talking, and when you retreated, he smiled. A tingly feeling ran all the way through your body as you looked deep into his eyes, and you opened your mouth to speak. To your surprise, Sherlock put his hand over your mouth, a serious look in his eyes. His pupils were dilated, you noticed. Strange…

“Whatever you say next, I will have to obey. Please choose your words with great care,” he said, his voice strained, as if he had great trouble speaking.

“Thank you for explaining,” you said hesitantly after Sherlock’s hand had disappeared. “Can we get to the snuggling part of the event, please?” You needed to feel his arms around you once again.

“Of course,” he spoke slowly, “your wish is quite literally my command.”

“Can you tell me what’s going on?” you asked when he was curled up around you, pulling you close. “I thought we’d made it past the excessive caregiving aftermath of the feeding?”

“We have. You hypnotized me,” he chuckled. “It will wear off.”

You turned around in his arms and looked at him. “I didn’t mean to do that,” you said. It was strange; you felt guilty about it in a way you had never felt guilty about gaining access to Mike’s gift, or August’s. You had grown to thoroughly enjoy Marshall’s…

“It’s because I have a choice. There is no passive side to this gift, other than that I have been told I can be excessively charismatic,” he said as though he could read your thoughts. He couldn’t, which meant they had to be displayed clearly on your face. “You get to share in their experience, and they are glad to let you do that. I, on the other hand…”

“You don’t like the gift?” you asked carefully, sending this was not a topic he enjoyed discussing.

“I abhor it. That time I used it on you haunts me, still. And you were right to admonish me over it. If I had seen any other option, please trust that I would have gone that route. I am terribly sorry.”

“But you use it for good,” you suggested in a feeble attempt to ease the pain in his eyes.

“There is nothing good about taking away consent and free will,” he sighed. “Although the interrogations do require a consent form, so I suppose… It still makes me quite uncomfortable at times.”

“Sherlock, please be honest with me,” you said pensively.

“I feel the need to remind you that I have no other choice, darling.”

“Is it okay, when this happens, if I ask you to tell me you love me?”

“Certainly,” he replied, a hint of amusement to his voice.

“Then tell me you love me,” you commanded as you rolled on top of him, straddling his hips.

“With all my heart, my darling,” he answered before pulling you down into a searing kiss.

“Omg, hey Mike!” Rose walked towards you, closely followed by Jenelle. “What are you two doing here?”

“Movie date,” Mike said with a big smile. Dinner had been awesome, and standing here with him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, felt like an absolute dream. “What about you two?”

“J got stood up by her date,” Rose explained, “so I came to the rescue!”

“She was hot as hell, too,” Jenelle sighed. “Here.”

Mike let out a low whistle when he saw the photo on her phone screen. “Goddamn. Too bad Tits McGee clearly doesn’t have a brain.” He pulled Jenelle in for a hug. “You are way too pretty to be treated this way. Wait, I can say that, right, Sweetcheeks?” He turned too you, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes, Mike, because you’d be right.” You weren’t going to be offended by Mike thinking J was pretty. She was, end of.

“Will you guys sit with us?” The movie had been out for a while, and there were only a handful of people in the lobby. Assigned seats, schmassigned seats.

“And listen to you guys making out all through the movie? No tha—ow! The fuck?” J had caught an elbow to the ribs from Rose, which didn’t go unnoticed by Mike. Mostly because J wasn’t exactly quiet about it, but still. Mike put two and two together unusually quickly.

“Alright, Sweetcheeks, how much do they know?” he asked, feigning annoyance.

“Just that you guys are working through something, nothing more.” J and Rose looked innocent. Or rather; they tried to. And failed.

“Everything, Mike,” you sighed. “They’re my best friends, and they know everything.”

“That’s okay, it’s all my fault anyway. We’re starting to… heal, I suppose.” It was sweet to hear Mike say it that way — and he was right, of course. “We haven’t kissed yet, though. So I wouldn’t worry about the making out part.” Even the oversharing was adorable, dammit…

He was right though; you spent the whole time staring at the screen — except when you snuggled into Mike’s side as well as you could (stupid chairs…) when things got scary. You did hold hands all the way through the film, though, which was really nice. You hadn’t really realized how much you’d missed his touch, even though he was fairly cold…

“Well that was horrible,” J said when you walked out of the theatre a few hours later.

“Are you kidding me?” Mike clearly disagreed. “That was great! Blood, gore, Jigsaw. And I got to hold my pretty girl again.”

“Oh, yeah, no, def,” Jenelle agreed with him. “Fabulous date movie. Horrible third-and-fourth-wheel-movie though. Rose?”

“Agreed, and can I just say that—”

“Out of my way.” A shoulder hit you from behind, sending you tumbling into Mike’s chest. “Right. Go snuggle with your bloodsucker, you vampire skank.”

“Bloodsuckers, plural, right?” You didn’t even know the girl who asked.

“Yeah, bitch has a whole harem. They snack on her.” Katie raised an eyebrow at you and smirked in a way that would put mean queen Regina George herself to shame.

“Oh my god, she’s literally a blood whore?” Again; who was that girl even?

“Listen, you might want to step the fuck off, you insufferable, miserable, narrow-minded, hillbilly cunt.” And she’d better listen, because Jenelle was about five seconds away from losing her shit.

“Fine. You’re not the kind of person I want to be seen with, anyway. You’ll get what you deserve,” she said as she turned around. “Just you wait.”

“She said what?” Now August was five seconds away from losing his shit, and even though Jenelle’s impressive five-eleven frame could be intimidating — especially considering she was taller than Mike if you added her afro to her height, which she always did.

“Jenelle dealt with it,” you said quickly, chuckling at the memory of the imposing law student using some impressive adjectives you couldn’t have come up with in a million years to put Katie in her place. It had been by far the most eloquent opprobrium you had ever heard in your entire life. No, you hadn’t known that word before you left for your date.

“She is an amazing friend,” Mike said. He was right. You could always count on her to stick up for you. Rose, too, but confrontation generally scared her. Jenelle grew up with four brothers, so…

“I wonder what Katie meant when she said I’d get what I deserve…” you pondered.

“You know we’d never let her get to you, right?” Marshall said before giving you a kiss on your forehead.

You nodded. “Yeah,” you said. “Mikey… Can we just go to sleep, please?”

It was strange to get into bed with him again, after weeks of practically avoiding each other, and it was no surprise that it took the two of you some time to figure out how you fit together at least somewhat comfortably — especially since Mike required some access to your neck. He hadn’t asked to feed, but you knew better.

“Go on,” you said, baring your neck to him when you’d finally settled in.

He looked at you, his face contorted into a strange grimace that told you he was uncomfortable with something…

“Are you sure, Sweetcheeks? I mean… I told you I’d go back to—” Without thinking, you kissed him. Hard — and so incredibly passionately that when you broke away, you were gasping for air.

“I’d rather die than have you feed off some…” Nope, that was not a nice thing to say about someone just doing their job. Try again. “You belong with me, Mikey. And…”

You fucking hypocrite. You’d made such a circus of making him call you ‘Sweetcheeks’ again, but there was something you hadn’t been able to tell him for weeks, too. It wasn’t just him. And it was time for you to bite the bullet.

“I love you, Mike,” you whispered, trailing your fingers over the side of his face. “And I’m incredibly glad we’re finding each other again. You can feel what I desire. If it’s anything other than you sinking your teeth into me…”

“Oh, there’s something else,” he mused. “But we’ll save that for later. I’m guessing no boobies?”

“Eh…” You considered it for a moment. “Let’s park that, for now? My neck is fine, though. But no more nonconsensual vampire marriages, Mike.” He didn’t need the warning — he was an idiot, not a jerk — but you couldn’t help yourself.

He had to flip you both over to be able to get to the side Sherlock hadn’t punctured that afternoon — seriously, sometimes you felt a little… used. You loved it, of course, but still.

Mike inhaled deeply, dragging the tip of his nose over your neck as he did, and sighed. “You smell so fucking good.”

For some reason, his words make your cheeks heat up.

“I thought I was going to go insane when Sherlock got to you this afternoon, I—”

Why did you feel the need to interrupt his confession — which no doubt was about to turn steamy soon — with your insecurities? “Could you tell what he desired?” The first rule for a peaceful life was still ‘don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to’, right?

“He wanted to be close to you, and he wanted to feed,” Mike said simply. Was that all? “Have you considered talking to him, Sweetcheeks?”

Okay, fine! Now that everyone in the house had pointed out that that was what you should do… maybe you should give it a go.

“Now, where was I?” Mike’s soft lips trailed over your skin, sometimes placing soft kisses that made you whine softly. “You’re so warm, you taste so sweet. Especially like this. All worked up and hot for me…”

“Mike, we shouldn’t…” And why the hell not? You were so innately attracted to this guy that it bordered on completely ridiculous, and he already knew you were dying to feel him again. On top of you. Behind you. Inside you.

“I can hear your heart beat faster for me,” he growled, his lips moving gently against the skin of your neck, “I can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks — and your pussy. Your body and mind are screaming for me, Sweetcheeks. Make no mistake, I’m screaming right back…” He ground his hips into you to prove it, and chuckled. His fingers tentatively dipped beneath the waistband of your pajama pants.

Your permission was silent, your response was not. Mike wasted no time slipping his hand into your panties and seeking out your clit, making you gasp.

You came so quickly you barely registered it.

“Fucking dripping…” Mike growled before nipping at your earlobe. “All for me, Sweetcheeks?”

You nodded, but it wasn’t enough. “Yes.” Still wasn’t enough for him. “Fuck… yes, baby, all for you.” You’d pay good money to have that smug grin wiped off his face.

He dipped his fingers into you with ease — he hadn’t exactly been lying when he pointed out you were soaked — and pulled his hand back, which surprised you. Then, he wrapped his hand around his cock, biting his lip as the slow, lazy strokes forced moans from his throat. You just looked at him — mostly with fascination, but also a bit of confusion.

“What? This is as close as I can get to feeling you directly on my skin,” he muttered. He was adorably out of breath.

“I’ve considered getting an IUD, but putting them in apparently hurts like a bitch and—”

“So take August.” Mike shrugged, not minding the interruption in your moment at all — and also still stroking himself, which you found both oddly amusing and very in-character.

“What?” you said, thinking you had some idea of what he was getting at, but wanting to verify it nonetheless.

“Take August,” he repeated, slightly louder than before, “I’m sure he won’t mind playing walking painkiller if it means he gets to fuck you raw.”

“Deal!” you heard from the other room, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Soon, the door opened. “Seriously, I didn’t quite catch what you were talking about but I’m game.”

“You help her deal with the pain of getting an IUD, we get to ditch condoms, everyone wins,” Mike summarized. “Now fuck off, I’m trying to get laid.”

“You’re way past trying,” you chuckled. “Goodbye, August.”

“Awh, you’re not going to let me watch?” he teased. Alright, semi-teased. You knew for a fact he’d love to watch.

Next to you, Mike grinned, meaning he’d caught the surge of desire that had flooded you for a moment as soon as the words had tumbled from August’s gorgeous lips. Not that there was any way they hadn’t heard your breath hitch or caught any of the other specs of evidence that the idea excited you more than it probably should.

“Best I can do is let you listen in,” Mike decided before gesturing at him to get out. August gave you a questioning look, and you nodded, another rush of heat washing over you as you thought about what this meant.

‘Treat her right’ were his parting words to Mike before he made his way, presumably to his own room.

“Mmh, you always do,” you hummed contently as Mike finally left his cock alone and focused on you again. He smiled as he plunged his fingers back into you, finding the right spot almost instantly. It was a cute smile; eyes twinkling, fangs out… you watched him with wide eyes as he bit down on his lip, piercing the skin.

“Oh,” he chuckled at his own mistake.

The little bead of blood formed slowly, and you watched it happen, until it got too big to be contained and rolled toward the outside of his lip. You rarely acted on an impulse so immediately — and you were fairly sure you’d never acted so impulsively that it even took Mike by surprise — but there was no fighting this urge to pull Mike closer and… you didn’t quite kiss him. That would have been one thing, but this was something else entirely. You licked the blood off his lip. And you didn’t stop there, no. You sucked his lip into your mouth while Mike let out a very loud moan. A suspiciously loud moan.

“You did not just...” There really was no need to finish that question. Mike was probably embarrassed enough as it…

“Yeah, I totally did, Sweetcheeks,” he said, grinning at you like he’d gone insane. “That hadn’t happened in at least three decades, babe. Fuck that was hot. Kinky. All that good stuff. Did you… was it… just… any good?”

“I’m mostly still in shock over what just happened.” And the fact that it had made Mike jizz in his pants.

“I kinda do want to run this by Sherlock,” he said to your surprise, “I mean… developing a sudden taste for the good stuff could mean you’re transitioning. It's not technically possible, because I know we’ve all been very diligent and responsible about our garlic, but it doesn’t hurt to have it checked out.”

“She’s not,” you heard from the other side of the door as footsteps — Sherlock’s footsteps — passed by the room and disappeared further into the hallway. “I would have noticed!”

“Settled?” Mike asked. You laughed in response. There was something incredibly funny about August’s earlier intrusion and this one by Sherlock, and the way it didn’t even ruin the mood.

“Settled. Just a… I’m going to call it an impulse, for now. I’m not sure if it’s a kink thing.” Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, and they weren’t the only part of you that felt that way.

“God I hope it is!” Mike sighed as he snuggled up against you.

“What, so you can ruin another pair of pants?”

“Hey, fuck you!” He pouted at you, but you could see the grin lurking beneath.

“We were getting there, I believe.” You cocked an eyebrow and then Mike had finally had enough. For a second, he withdrew, pulling his t-shirt over his head, and then he pounced on you.

Your pajamas did not survive the carnage, and neither did his. He was hard, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Didn’t I tell you? Significantly reduced cool down time,” Marshall sounded in your head, making you laugh even louder. Mike looked at you, not asking the question he clearly wanted to.

“Marshall,” you clarified, before yelling at the man to butt the fuck out.

Mike managed to rip four condom wrappers open so enthusiastically that he ruined their contents as well, at which point you finally pointed at the intact, unwrapped, latex nuisance you were already holding. He didn’t hold still while you rolled it onto his cock, and he sure as hell didn’t wait so much as a second to drag your ass onto his thighs.

He pushed into you at the same time he bit you, and you squealed. Rough and eager Mikey was fun. He had been from the beginning of your relationship, and he was now, and he would be in the future — that endless future you suddenly had with him again. He crouched over you, using one hand to grasp your hip, the other to pin your wrists to the bed while he drank from your neck, impatient and greedy and messy.

He fucked into you with something almost resembling a tender kind of rage, caring enough to avoid hurting you, but rough enough to bring you to the edge with just his cock — not something he was usually good at, you had to admit.

He came up before he finished, his lips red from your blood, which trickled down his chin. For the first time ever, you saw your monster in those bright blue eyes. And you loved him even more. The final few brutal thrusts were accompanied by low growls and swearing, and you stared at his face intently, noting the mellowing of his gaze after he opened his eyes again. Watching Mike’s ‘coming’-face was incredible. It was a very raw, honest moment — and for a significant amount of bonus points: it looked absolutely ridiculous —and it was beautiful. Intimate. Connected to you in indescribable ways.

“Wow. Okay, ehm… babe I made a fucking mess, alright? Didn’t mean to do that. Very sorry. We gotta get cleaned up…” Of course, he beat you to the bathroom.

In the hallway, you ran into Marshall, and there was no way you’d ever be able to convince even a single hair on your head that this was somehow a coincidence. He had to have heard.

“I did,” he said, his voice hoarse and his words punctuated by quick, shallow breaths he drew in as he looked at you. “I tried to stay in my room, but…” He raked his eyes over your naked form over and over again, committing whatever it was that he saw to memory before abruptly turning around and disappearing into his bedroom.

In the bathroom, you got your first good look at what Mike had meant. He had made a mess. Which, in this case, meant that your neck looked like someone had ripped your throat out, your shoulder was covered in blood, and it slowly trickled down, over your chest, between your breasts… in your mind, you heard Marshall again.

‘I want to watch you bleed.’

Well… you wanted him to watch you bleed as well.

“Fair warning,” Mike said as he wrapped his arms around you from behind and he glanced at you in the mirror. “He likes to play with knives. It won’t scar as long as you don’t need stitches and he can… treat the wounds the way we usually do.” He grabbed a washcloth and began to clean you up as he explained.

“How do you even know?” you said, your eyes wide with some mix of terror and fascination.

“We told you we met somewhere in the late eighties, right? He met me because I hung out with a group of goths,” he said, and some shards of that conversation came flooding back to you. Something about Marshall screwing around with Mike’s ex… “There was a lot of mixing chemicals to dye hair, and piercing your own eyebrows with sewing needles. That kind of stuff.”

“And they went nuts for the whole vampire thing,” you said, remembering the conversation a little better now.

“Yeah,” Mike said. There was something suspiciously apologetic to his voice. “I did, too. I mean. I was human back then. Okay, long story short; Marshall had this friend, Serafine — probably not her real name, but who cares? — and we used to… hook up.”

“You did what we do,” you said. It wasn’t a question, and the guilty look on his face told you more than you needed to know. This happened in the late eighties. Three decades ago. You didn’t even know him. You weren’t even born! “I’m irrationally pissed about this, Mike.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” he said. “But, ehm… why?”

“Because, Mike,” you said, slowly walking towards him, apparently scaring him enough that he backed up until he was standing against the wall. “You’re fucking mine.”