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meelusinee · 2 days ago

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Can you do Lupin Reader x Theodore Nott and he asks her to go out with him, and Harry,Hermione and Ron are like; 'he's an ass and probably thinks it's a joke because your a werewolfs daughter' but Theodore ends up being either the best boyfriend she's ever had or he makes her believe he is,either way you want to do it <3 or you can do it with Mattheo if you want

this prompt was actually such a good prompt that i wrote a fic almost 5k words long and still wanted to keep going. if anyone wants a part two, please do let me know

LOVE ISN'T BLIND | T.N X READER

word count \ 4.7k | fuliffty fluffnut sandwiches | slash / theodore nott / wolfstar daughter!reader

in which your friends think theodore and you aren't a good pair, but you care to disagree

“You’re a good student, Theodore.”

Theodore winced as the words cut through the air like a sharpened knife cutting through a tomato, his fingernails scratching at his skin and trying to find purchase on the scars. “I know.”

“I know that you know,” McGonagall said, a soft chuckle escaping her throat as she spoke. “You’re a very good student, and I know you know that. I know you don’t put in nearly enough effort into your schoolwork,” she continued, her face fading back to its stern expression at the mild wince in Theo’s body. “But I know that you’re a good kid.”

“I know.” Theo said quietly, his voice weaker than when he first said it.

Theodore had a special relationship with Professor McGonagall, especially compared to his other professors. He had found out that his mother and Minerva were close when she was a student in Hogwarts. When McGonagall had first seen Theo in her office hours, she had gifted him a small scrapbook his mother had worked on during her school years.

McGonagall was the first one to really understand how he felt about his mother. If there was anyone he might view as close to a motherly figure as he could, a woman he would go to in order to try and poorly replicate the feeling of what he lost, it would be McGonagall.

Which is why it hurt so much more when McGonagall reprimanded him.

“I’m sure that Mr. Riddle is a good kid as well, I have no doubt about that.” McGonagall sighed quietly, her quill scratching against the parchment she was doodling on while she talked. Theo had found she had a habit of doodling swirls whenever she held serious conversations. “But I need you two to do something.”

Theo sighed quietly and nodded, picking at his fingernails and cuticles. “I don’t know why Mattheo started fighting that guy, Professor.”

“Were you not there?” McGonagall asked him curiously.

Theo shook his head before shrugging. “Not until the end, I pulled him off. Mattheo still won’t tell me why he got into the fight though, so I’m assuming it was something important.”

McGonagall nodded quietly at that before sighing quietly. “You do understand what I’m saying though, correct?” she asked quietly.

Theo nodded at that, still picking at his fingernails. “Yes,” he whispered quietly, before sitting up a bit straighter in his seat. He never quite noticed the taste of tobacco between his teeth until he was in McGonagall’s office. “I’ve been studying in the library more often. For my Charms exam.”

McGonagall smiled a bit brighter at that. “Have you been working on the Mending Charm?”

“I’ve been trying to.” he groaned quietly, deflating as quickly as he sat up straight. Theo had been struggling with the Mending Charm ever since it had been introduced into the class. While he wanted to master it as soon as he had been introduced to it, he had only been able to mend things like torn paper or a barely cracked rock. “I don’t understand why I can’t mend things the way most people can. I mean, I can do small things. But not big things.”

McGonagall chuckled at that, the soft smile he had grown comfortable with coming onto her face. “Do you think you need a tutor?” she asked amusedly.

“A tutor?” Theo asked, though not in a rude way. Just curious.

McGonagall nodded, a small smirk growing on her face. “I have a student who’s really good with those kinds of charms. She might be able to help you with your Reparo.”

Theo narrowed his eyebrows a bit, noting the smirk on McGonagall’s face. She almost never got that smirk on her face, the last time he had seen it on her face was when he had learned that Dumbledore encouraged the Professors to bet on student relationships in his Third Year. “You’re not trying to set me up with her, are you?”

McGonagall giggled quietly and shrugged simply. “I think you and her could be very good friends.”

“Minnie,” he whined, resting his head in his hands. “You know how I feel about that.”

“I know, I know.” she said, grabbing a biscuit and taking a bite. “But I don’t think that she’s like most of the girls that people try to pair you with.”

Theo raised an eyebrow at that, his eyes observing McGonagall as she spoke. “Really?”

“She’s one of my favorite students, Y/N.” McGonagall said, breaking off a part of her biscuit to hand to Theo. “You the girl that sits near the front?”

Theo felt his cheeks flushing slightly at that. He knew about you, he had known of you for a while, ever since the beginning of this year.

You had transferred to Hogwarts at the beginning of this year, to barely anyone’s recognition. Theodore honestly wasn’t sure how nobody had noticed you. You were like the light of his entire life, a sentence he knows is absurd given that the two of you have never even talked before. He was sure that McGonagall had noticed, Mattheo had noticed how often he would do nothing but stare at you during his classes. Still, he couldn’t help but ask. “You noticed?”

“Course I did.” McGonagall deadpanned. “You only stare holes into the back of her head every class that you have together.”

Theo chuckled a bit awkwardly, picking at his fingernails. “She’s really beautiful.”

“Maybe you should talk to her.” McGonagall said with a smile.

Theo nodded, looking down at his hands resting in his lap. “Maybe I should.”

You were currently studying in the library with Hermione, Ron and Harry. Mainly Hermione and Harry, though he was still groaning with Ron about the workload that they had.

“This is so much work.” Ron groaned out loud, the sound reverberating off of the library walls. There was a small shushing sound from behind the bookshelf, which Ron rolled his eyes at. “Why do they assign so much school work?”

Hermione sighed and flipped through her textbook as he said that, the sound of her highlighter almost loud enough to be a reprimand. “Maybe you should’ve worked on it sooner.”

“It’s Potions class Mione,” Harry grumbled. “Snape always gives us an unfair amount of work.”

“He doesn’t give an unfair amount, right Y/N?” Hermione asked, looking over at you.

You looked up from the book that you were reading, fixing your hair behind your ear as you looked at the workload that the boys had. It definitely was more than you had been given though you also knew that they were ones to procrastinate as well. “It might be a mix of both.”

“I guess that’s fair.” Harry shrugged, much to Ron and Hermione’s dismay.

The four of you fell back into silence again, reading through notes and writing down points for potions and charms that you each were working on. It was silent in a calming kind of way to you, a way that reminded you of home, if only for a moment.

That was until your reading session had been interrupted. “Excuse me?”

The four of you looked up to the voice that was standing above you. You recognized him from your Potions and Transfiguration classes, though you didn’t know much else other than that. His voice was nice and smooth with an Italian accent, much like a smooth kind of red wine. His tie was Slytherin green, tied perfectly into his uniform, and his hair had been brushed recently.

“Yes?” you asked quietly, sitting up a bit straighter. As much as you knew that your friends might judge him for the color of his tie, you didn’t mind it too much. The green matched his face well.

Theodore smiled softly and waved, pointing down at the Transfiguration book you were reading. “McGonagall paired us up for tutoring. On the Mending Charm.”

“Oh!” you said before smiling, sighing internally. McGonagall had told you that you would be tutoring someone yesterday, though you were rather anxious about whether the person you would be tutoring would actually pay attention or not. He seemed to want to pay attention, at the very least. “What’s your name?”

“Theo.” he said, clearing his throat. “Theodore Nott.”

You smiled and closed your textbook, packing your bag and offering to go to a different section of the library. “We can study there, they have Silencing Charms around the study area.”

Theo nodded quietly before walking off to the area you had mentioned, leaving you with Harry, Ron and Hermione. The library seemed to get silent at that moment, almost ridiculously so.

“What?” you asked them confusedly.

Ron was the first to speak, his eyebrows furrowed confusedly. “You’re tutoring Nott?”

You shrugged simply. “I guess so,” you muttered quietly, looking to Harry and Hermione in confusion. Theo didn’t seem like a bad person, at least not from what you had seen. “That’s not a bad thing, is it?”

“He hangs around a bad crowd.” Hermione muttered under her breath. Her voice seemed darker than it usually was, something that confused you. “You know, Riddle and them.”

“I mean, he’s probably not as bad as them.” Harry muttered quietly, looking over at Theodore. He was setting up the area that you had pointed him to, since the desks and the chairs were never set up properly. “I’ve never heard much about him, not unless it’s about him pulling someone else out of a fight.”

“See!” you said with a small smile, adjusting the strap of your bag. “He just seems quiet.”

“He’s a womanizer, ain’t he?” Ron said, face contorting in disgust.

You rolled your eyes at Ron’s words, looking over at Theo again. You could definitely see it, especially with the tiredness in his eyes. He was a conventionally attractive man. “At least he can understand women.” you rolled your eyes, looking over at Ron with a teasing smirk.

“Hey!” Ron pouted. Hermione chuckled quietly, with Harry laughing a bit louder. Ron rolled his eyes again before sighing. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

You rolled your eyes back. “If Nott hurts me, then he’s gonna have to deal with my dad.”

“Yeah, yeah I know.” Ron said. “But still.”

Harry chuckled and closed his book, stretching out his back. “If anyone can handle themselves, it’s Y/N, Ron. Pads trained her with that stuff.”

“Ron still has a point.” Hermione said quietly. “I don’t know if I’d trust Nott either.”

You rolled your eyes again at that, taking the rest of your stuff and placing it all in your bag. “I’ll be fine.” you said, waving them goodbye and wishing them well in their studies.

You had been having study sessions with Theo for a couple of weeks at this point. He was a very talented student, so talented you weren’t even sure why McGonagall gave him tutoring lessons in the first place. Regardless of whether he needed them or not, he had them anyway. Which meant that the both of you wasted time talking to each other.

You learned a bit about what he was passionate about. He loved to read and write, especially poetry that was mellow and dramatic. He liked tea and Italian wine, and he liked the smell of cigarettes and weed at the top of the Astronomy Tower after a stressful day. You found yourself quite liking the scent of cigarettes and weed too, especially from his lips at the top of the Astronomy Tower. Theo told you about how he loved the stars, how his mother was resting there and how he liked to imagine them shining down through her love.

It was something that warmed your heart, a sentiment so mellow and sweet.

You learned silly things about Theodore as well. He was a sarcastic and sassy man, sassier than most that you knew. He had a knack for getting drama and dirt on others, though you doubted he’d use it unless he truly needed to. Not unless he wanted to talk gossip with you, something he had apparently never been able to do. You also learned that he hated a lot of petty things, some tiny things that had you howling on the floor.

You seemed closer to Theodore than you seemed to anyone else. Your friends were put off by it at first, especially Ron, though you tried not to pay them any mind. You went about your school days hanging around all four of your friends, at least until winter break came along.

The both of you were resting in the Astronomy Tower together, the bite of the wind reminding you of the fact that you would both be going home in the morning, even if temporarily.

“Are you going to go home for the holidays?” Theo asked quietly. His voice was thicker than usual, especially his accent. “Or are you gonna stay here?”

“I’m going home.” you chuckled quietly. Your voice was quite hoarse from screaming earlier, the both of you flying around in the empty Quidditch pitch. The rain had bit at your skin and peeled it off, at least it felt like that was what happened. “My dads would kill me if I didn’t.”

“Dads?” Theo asked curiously, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked over at you. You had never noticed how full they were until now, the both of you huddled together on the floor for warmth.

You looked over at him with furrowed eyebrows as well. “What?”

“I didn’t know Lupin was gay.” he muttered quietly.

You shrugged simply. “I mean, he’s been with women before. But he’s married to my other dad.” you explained to Theo, looking at him with a tilted head. “Does that bother you?”

Theo shook his head instantly, chuckling quietly. “Not at all, I think it’s cool. I just didn’t think he was.” he said to you. “What’s your other dad like?”

You shrugged again before leaning your head on his shoulder. “He’s way louder. A drama queen. I think you’d like him.” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his for warmth. You weren’t quite sure why the air seemed to be freezing more than usual. Maybe it was the water still in your hair, which had poofed quite a bit.

“He sounds fun.” he whispered, resting his head back on yours. “I don’t know if I’m going to go home.”

“Do you want me to stay with you?” you asked him, looking up at him.

Theo shook his head. “I don’t want to keep you from your family, that’s cruel.” he whispered quietly, a small smile forming on his face. “Mattheo’s probably gonna stay and annoy the shit out of me. As long as we can send each other owls and whatnot, we can be apart for just a couple weeks. Right?”

You smiled softly at that. “Definitely.”

Theo smiled at that, his hand linking with yours. You felt your cheeks warming slightly. You had only just now realized how close the two of you were, especially with physical contact. What scared you most was how easily you had become accustomed to it, but what scared you more was how much you craved it when you didn’t have it.

“We’re going to have to go soon.” Theo whispered quietly.

You shrugged simply, head still resting against his shoulder. “I have my bag packed already.” you said. “As long as I leave here before the sun rises, I’ll be fine.”

“Maybe we can rest here for a bit?” he asked. There was something in his voice that you couldn’t pinpoint, though you wanted to say it was hopeful. “Just an hour or two.”

“Or maybe three.” you giggled quietly, cuddling closer to him.

“Y/N, my love!” Sirius called out, his body quivering with excitement as soon as he saw his daughter entering the house again. Remus was walking behind him with a cane, the last full moon having broken his leg in a way that hasn’t mended just yet. Sirius, as attentive as he was to Remus’ injury, seemed to forget about him completely in the face of their daughter.

Remus couldn’t really blame him either.

“You’re late!” Sirius pouted as he pulled you into a hug. You had to get Floo Flame access to the house through McGonagall’s office, though Remus or Sirius had been given a reason why. Nothing more than a letter from Minerva to ask you about it. “And you had to get Floo powder!”

“I’m fine, Dad.” you chuckled, dragging your bag into the room. “Can I go unpack before you barrage me with questions?”

“Of course you can.” Remus said with a small smile, kissing your forehead before letting you go upstairs. He noted a couple of new scars on your body, though nothing too major from the most recent transformation.

Sirius and Remus watched as you walked upstairs before turning to face each other, calculating expressions on the both of their faces. Ron and Hermione had come to them earlier after they had unpacked all of their clothes with concerned expressions on their faces. Remus had listened carefully when they expressed their concerns about you and Theodore, how they didn’t believe that Theodore would be a good influence on you.

Sirius seemed way more dramatic about it than he needed to be, though Remus was sure it was more for the fun of it rather than any potential danger. Remus tried to listen to Ron and Hermione’s concerns, as dramatic as they sounded from them, with an open mind.

He knew of the kid they were talking about through his year of teaching at Hogwarts, which quickly led to Sirius interviewing him as soon as Ron and Hermione had left the room.

A bright student that might not have put his whole foot into the assignment, but enough effort to have his grades worth something. He was a quiet student though, he didn’t get into much trouble. And as much as Sirius pouted about him potentially being a womanizer, Remus was sure that he wouldn’t get worse than Sirius was at Hogwarts.

“I’m back!” you called out, walking into the room with your pajamas.

“You look amazing, dove.” Remus smiled, pulling you into the hug he hadn’t been able to get earlier. “How was school this year? Did you have fun?”

“Oh yeah, tons!” you smiled brightly, jumping up and down a couple of times. “Can I tell you guys about it?”

“Be our guest.” Sirius smiled brightly.

Remus offered to make tea while you talked about the school year. It definitely had its downsides with Umbridge, who you were finally able to talk about now that you weren’t being tracked by her and her devices. But it was also a good year too. You had hung out with your friends, your grades had been good, and you had helped Harry establish the DA inside of the Room of Requirements. Sirius and Remus found themselves laughing at many different times during the stories of your escapades, though it eventually mellowed out when Sirius took his final sip of tea.

“Dove,” he said, clearing his throat and resting his hands on the table. “We had something we wanted to ask you about.”

“You do?” you asked confusedly, looking over at Remus who seemed just as confused. “We do?”

“Yes, we do!” Sirius pouted. “Ron and Hermione have informed us that you may or may not be hanging out with a Slytherin boy, who may or may not go by the name of Theodore.”

You rolled your eyes and groaned, resting your head on the table. “Dad!”

“Was that really that much of a big deal?” Remus asked amusedly.

“Course it is!” Sirius wailed, his hands waving aimlessly in the air. “He’s a Slytherin! What if he’s using you to steal the Gryffindor’s Quidditch formula so that way they can beat the Gryffindors. I cannot stand even the thought of such atrocities.”

“Dad,” you groaned out loud. “Quidditch is cancelled, he couldn’t do that anyways.”

“She cancelled Quidditch?” Sirius asked dramatically, though Remus knew that he felt sadness running through every bone of his body from the news alone. “That’s a crime!”

“And I know that Theodore wouldn’t do that anyways.” you said, your voice much more collected in comparison. “Even McGonagall trusts him! She set us up in the first place.”

“McGonagall set you two up?” Remus chuckled out.

You sputtered out for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, she had me tutor him.” you muttered quietly to the both of them. “For the Mending Charm. Though I think she just wanted us to hang out, he was rather good at it anyways.”

“Oh, the classic tutoring.” Sirius sighed wistfully. “You know, McGonagall did that for James and Lily too back in our Sixth Year. Worked like a charm.”

You smiled softly at that. “He really isn’t that bad. Ron is just being dramatic.”

“Do you like him?” Remus asked curiously, taking a sip of his tea. He drank his much slower compared to Sirius.

You looked down at your cup of tea, which had barely been touched in your rambles. “I think so, but I’m not sure.” you whispered quietly. “We were cuddling last night, you know? Talking about stuff. He’s still staying at Hogwarts for Christmas.”

“Umbridge?” Sirius asked with a raised eyebrow.

You shook your head quietly. “His dad sucks.”

“You could’ve stayed with him if you wanted.” Remus said.

You shook your head again, this time a bit louder. “I would’ve. But he said I should come home. Family’s really important to him, you know?” you said with a soft smile. “His friend’s staying.”

Sirius and Remus looked at each other before smiling at that. Remus knew that Ron probably had a wrong perception, though he wasn’t aware it was going to be that wrong. He did, however, know that you were being genuine. “That’s a lot better than I thought it’d be.”

Sirius chuckled and shook his head. “Ron and Hermione were being rather dramatic, weren’t they?”

“What on Earth did they even say?” you asked exasperatedly.

“Nothing much,” Remus chuckled. “Other than that Theodore was a major ass, and probably thought it was a twisted joke to mess with you because you're a werewolf's daughter.”

You groaned loudly, slamming your head on the table. “Oh my God.”

“But,” Sirius said, a small smile on his face. “If he treats you well, and you love him truly, then I don’t think there’s an issue. Right Moony?”

“Exactly.” Remus said with a smile. “I’m sure that as long as he knows I will kill him should he hurt you, that whatever you choose to do from here will be a very healthy relationship.”

You chuckled loudly at that, standing up from your seat to give them both a hug that Sirius returned a lot quicker than Remus could. “I love you two.”

“We love you too, dove.” Remus whispered quietly, a small but proud smile on his face.

“Y/N!”

You looked up as you heard Theodore’s voice echoing through the halls, eyes blinking open in confusion. The lights around you were blinding to say the least, but they soon calmed down as you saw Theo move them to the side. “Theo?”

“What on Earth happened?” he gasped out.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before looking down, sighing quietly.

Your body was covered in bruises and cut marks, all from the night before. The full moon had been violent this month, a vision piercing through your mind that had led you to lashing out in the Shrieking Shack. You were usually never violent to your other self, unlike your father, though you still sometimes inherited the anger.

It seemed like tonight was a night you did.

“It’ll heal up.” you whispered quietly, looking over at Theo again. There was a pained expression on his face. He was obviously the first to know your night had gone sour, since you hadn’t heard from Hermione, Ron or Harry yet. “I promise.”

“Did someone do this to you?” he asked, looking you in the eyes. You immediately noticed the venom in his voice, and almost wanted to chuckle at it. He was so protective of you it was almost like a comedy show. Just earlier that week he had dragged you to the Slytherin Common Room when you came back early from your Yule break, and he had almost punched Mattheo square in the jaw for an offhand comment he thought was about you. Turns out that Mattheo had been looking at a completely different person, much to his luck.

You supposed that it was fair, all things considered. You both worked out the kinks of your relationship that night when you came back, which ended in a long session of kisses and affirmations of love whispered into the starry night shining just outside of the Astronomy Tower.

Even still, you weren’t sure how Theo would react to you being a werewolf. He knew of your father’s condition, every one of his students did, but not of yours.

You supposed there was only one way to find out.

“I did this.” you whispered.

Theo looked at you confusedly, in the sort of way like he thought you were lying more than the way like you didn’t make sense. “You did this.” he deadpanned out.

You shrugged simply, sitting up a bit straighter with his help. “You do know I’m a werewolf, right?”

Theo looked up at you, before looking down at the claw marks and the bruises again. “What does,” he muttered confusedly, eyebrows furrowed like he was trying to solve a rather hard Ancient Rune tome. “I know that lycanthropy can be genetic. But I didn’t know that werewolves harmed themselves on full moons.”

“Most usually don’t.” you shrugged, a great sigh leaving your mind internally. He was more observant than you had given credit for. “I guess it was just a bad night.”

Theo felt his eyebrows furrowing even further. “Is that where your father got his scars from?”

“Mhm.” you nodded. “His leg’s healing from last month’s moon still.

Theo nodded before pulling you into a kiss. It wasn’t like the kisses the both of you had before, it wasn’t harsh and demanding. No lust was present in the ridges of his tongue, no wanton need or burning desire for something sinful hidden in the cracks on his upper lip. There was only love. A pure love, one that you weren’t sure you had ever felt before.

It was warm like the sun on a summer’s morning, wrapping your soul in a blanket so cozy you were positive you never wanted to leave this kiss. If you weren’t of a more practical mind, you’d think that this kiss was a cure to all of your ailments. You might even believe that now.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” he whispered quietly, his eyes locked with yours.

You scoffed quietly. “I would’ve hurt you.”

“I bet you were beautiful.” he said, a small but smug smirk on his face. “I wouldn’t mind dying to your claws.”

“Theo!” you smiled ridiculously, swatting his arm. “You’re insane.”

“I can be anything for you.” he winked, before looking over at the door to the Hospital Wing. “I should probably get going. Your friends are coming.”

You frowned softly at the door, noticing that Harry was holding it open for Ron and Hermione. No doubt they were way behind, he always walked faster than most. “Will I see you again?” you asked him quietly.

“Of course.” he smiled, biting his lip as he tried to figure out how he’d get out without being seen.

‘Harry doesn’t mind you, you know.” you whispered. “I’m sure he’d let you pass.”

Theo looked at you with a grateful smile, kissing your lips before walking over to the door. You were sure Harry had seen everything, a theory based nothing more than on the smirk he sent your way and the look he gave to Theo. Not a mean look by any means, nothing more just a protective look. Theo seemed to understand it, nodding quietly with a small smile before walking out the infirmary before Ron and Hermione approached.

You were glad that he came first. You felt rather glad for everything, really.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

this one took a lot longer than i was anticipating for a lot of reasons. i got sick, it's long as hell, had schoolwork beating my ass sideways and got really into watching arcane when i quite honestly should've been writing, but i finally got it done! sorry for the long wait anon, but i hope that this story fits your prompt's idea!

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xmunsonlovex · 2 days ago

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Somewhere I Belong pt. 2

Summary: After your heated kiss at The Hideout, you're aching, and eager to continue your date with Eddie. You hope he wants the same.

pt.1

Word Count: 6800+

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Shy Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. smut. making out, grinding, oral (f!receiving), fingering, brief hand job, some dirty talk, role-playing (short lived, because neither reader or Eddie can't hold it together.) Eddie is anxious of reader seeing his scars, reader second guesses herself a lot and opens up to Eddie, fluff.

a/n: here's pt. 2! I am shocked and so appreciative of how well received pt.1 was! Thank you to all who read it and commented/reblogged. I didn't feel 100% with how this part was coming along, but after reading it over hundreds of times...I think I am happy with it. I am planning on a part 3, which will most likely be the final chapter. As always, please let me know what you think <3

Dividers by: saradika-graphics

You’re pacing your living room, hands clammy as you run them over yourself, trying to calm the anxiety you’re feeling. Eddie said he’d be over in about 30 minutes, mentioning that he had to drop off the guys first since they rode with him to the bar, and then he wanted to take a quick shower, not wanting for you to smell the sweat and smoke that usually stuck to his skin after his performances at The Hideout. On the drive home, you had replayed the kiss from earlier in your mind at least a thousand times, smiling to yourself at the prospect of continuing it at your place. You made sure to tidy up, not wanting to take the next step of this date in a messy house. Would he even care how your house looked? Probably not. You weren’t sure where this would lead to, but you were pretty hopeful. You could see yourself dating Eddie, and wondered if he felt the same. You had a feeling he did.

“I can do this..” You mumble, looking out your window to see if Eddie was home yet. He wasn't, his van was not there and the lights inside of what you assumed was his bedroom, are off.

You thought about changing into something a little bit more provocative, though you didn't really have anything like that in your possession currently. Well, you did have a satin camisole with a lace trim at the bottom and matching shorts, that quite literally left your ass cheeks hanging out. It was gifted to you by a friend before you made your move to Hawkins. She said it would help in getting you lucky. At the time, you laughed at the ridiculousness of it, but now, it was looking like a real possibility. You’ll have to call her up and thank her. Hmm. If you wore it, maybe you could opt out of wearing any undergarments. That'd fry Eddie's brain, you're sure. You're so deep in thought that you don't hear Eddie's van drive up. He’s quiet this time, his music is off and he purposely shuts his door softly, going up the steps, into his trailer. He didn't want you to know he was there. Yet.

Eddie turns the shower on, making it a bit nippier than usual to calm the heat that radiates from his body. He feels like a damn teenager again, dealing with raging hormones as you consume his thoughts at every hour of the day. He's had a throbbing erection ever since your heated kiss, which was so rudely interrupted by Gareth. He tilts his head back as his hand glides over his cock, washing away the salty sweat that clung to his skin after his performance, and lets out a soft moan, shuddering at the firm grip. A relief he’s sure you'd be amazing at giving him. He bets your delicate hands would feel great on him, stroking him as he'd guide you through it. He really likes knowing that he'd be your first at everything, if you'd have him, of course. Eddie had a lot of things he wanted needed to do to you. He needed to taste every inch of you, imagining that you’d taste heavily on his tongue. Needed to know your scent, have it pervade his nostrils. Eddie was completely infatuated with you, and wasn't sure how he could act normal around you anymore. Not after that kiss. You had left him smitten.

The blinds in your bedroom swiftly moved, causing the curtain to ripple at the movement. This paused the whirlwind of thoughts that were going through your head. You crease your eyebrows because you know they only did that when the doors in the trailer would open and shut thereafter. You had noticed this happen when Eddie came in one day earlier in the week to look at the faucet in your bathroom, and when he closed the door, the blinds shook. You still hadn’t heard Eddie’s music blaring from his van though, so you walked to the living room, now dressed in your “provocative” clothes you decided to put on, and looked around. The front door was still shut closed, and there was no sign of anyone breaking in while you were in your bedroom. This would be quite possibly the worst time for someone to break in, while you stand there in this barely there outfit and no weapon nearby to protect yourself. Shit. Maybe I should have locked the door.

“Mmm, my, my. What have we got here? Looking so lonely, princess.“ Eddie’s voice says from behind you. “Didn’t your mom always say to lock your doors at night? A lot of bad, scary guys out there, baby.” He grins mischievously, his eyes slowly scanning your figure. His throat becomes dry at seeing your nipples poke through the thin fabric of the camisole.

“Holy shit Eddie, you scared me!” You had jumped when you heard his voice, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, your lower back pressed up against it. He lets out a dark chuckle, like he’s enjoying playing this “bad, scary man who just “broke in”.

“You wanted me to walk right in..well, here I am, babe.” He’s acting so confident but inside, he's ready to bust at the seams. “And I gotta say, you look like a meal. I could devour you right about now..” He takes a step closer to you, reaching out to run his thumb over your lower lip. “The whole ride home, I just..couldn't wait to see you. Wanna continue what we started..” You whisper as you look at him, noticing that his eyes are darker, filled with lust. You’re sure you look desperate, you definitely sound it. His lips form into a teasing smirk, running his tongue along his canine tooth all while his pants are feeling tighter and tighter. “I'm going to take my time with you. If you’ll let me, I'll untie your sensuality. I'll open up your heart, and satisfy my greed.” Eddie says, his breath hitting your neck as he’s pressed up against you, placing both hands next to yours on the kitchen counter, enclosing you with his body. You can distinctly feel his hard-on poking you against your mound. His lips are inches, if not centimeters, away from your skin, waiting for you to give him the ok to continue. He is a gentleman, after all.

“I’ll-I will let you, Ed’s.” You say, all breathy and feeling weak in the knees. You're thankful he's got you pressed up against him because you were certain you'd drop onto the floor into a puddle of your own arousal. You feel his hot, wet mouth on your neck, giving you your very first hickey, causing you to let out a quiet moan. “You like how that feels?” Eddie smirks, moving one of his hands to hold onto your waist, gripping it as he goes in for another hickey, running the tip of his tongue over his mark, proud to make you his. To show everyone you belong to him.

“Yes. That feels nice..” You’re certain he knows that you’re practically putty in his hands.

“Can't wait to lay you down and show you just how much you’ve consumed my mind. All the filthy thoughts I've had of you. Do you know how many scenarios I played in my head while I fucked my fist?” His smirks, running the hand he had on your hip down over your ass, giving it a hard squeeze. He doesn't miss the soft whimper you let out, making him growl lowly as he lunges forward to kiss you deeply, holding you in his arms. Your tongues are wrestling when he feels you grind against him, which nearly makes him short-circuit, about to lose the little composure he had left. “Fuck..” He mumbles, and sees you place both your hands over his chest, leading him to your couch. You’re currently super grateful to have that annoyingly large couch you had previously complained so much about. Eddie gently plummets down on the soft cushions, and immediately your eyes fall towards the prominent tent in his jeans. You're giddy knowing you caused that, and feeling empowered by the little confidence boost you’ve gained. Yet Eddie notes the obvious nerves while your hands tremble a bit just as you’re about to take off those small shorts.

“Baby…you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I'm fine with stroking one out, looking at you just like this.” He smirked and chuckled, hoping he hasn't caused you to think otherwise. That’s the last thing he’d want.

“I know. I..I mean, I am a little nervous but...” You let out a soft chuckle, feeling chills run up your spine as his hand softly strokes the outside of your thigh. “But I want to at least do something tonight. Who better to guide me..than you..” You blush and lean over to pull down your shorts, letting them pool around your ankles. “Darlin’, you flatter me- oh fuck..” Eddie groaned, taking in your bare lower half as his eyes followed your movements. You chew on your inner cheek, hands nervously grabbing at the edge of the camisole you're about to remove.

“I..want to grind on you..”

“You can do anything you want to me, sweetheart. You could fucking shoot me, and I'd thank you for it.” He scoffed, thinking you could do no wrong in his eyes. You were perfect to him.

“Heh..uhm. Well, it’s something I saw in a video one time. I‘d like to try it.” His eyes are wide and lips are parted. You watch porn? You were indeed perfect.

“Go for it, sweetheart. Experiment on me, but first..” He leans over to grab your shorts that you had stepped out of, and bunches them in his hand, feeling a damp spot on the crotch of them. A smirk forms on his face as he looks at the shorts, noticing the wet spot and puts it up to his nose, inhaling deeply and he lets out a satisfied sigh. God, you smell so sweet.

“Eddie..!” You’re embarrassed, covering your face with your hands.

“What? D’you know how long I've wanted to smell you?” He’s got that shit-eating grin, content in now knowing your scent, feeling like he’s hit a jackpot. He's definitely saving those shorts for himself. She won't mind.

You softly laugh, and let out a heavy sigh through your nose as you pull the camisole over your head, now standing fully nude for Eddie. The speed in which you undressed yourself for him honestly left you astounded. You know it went against everything that you kept telling yourself, but you came to the conclusion that Eddie made you feel safe, that he’d never want to hurt you. You bite your lower lip at how he’s staring at you with hungry eyes, his mouth practically watering as he watches every small movement you make.

“I fear I've died and gone to heaven because holy shit, sweetheart. You're perfect.” His cock is painfully hard, ready to burst through the tight confinements of his pants when you walk over to him, and straddle his lap. He is able to feel your heat through the thick fabric of his pants, which makes his hips involuntarily thrust up, feeling like a damn dog in heat.

“May I?” You ask, tugging on his belt, but wait for him to respond before you start to unbuckle it.

“Yeah.” Eddie breathes, though he's hardly paying attention to what you're even asking in that moment. He's too busy watching your delicate hands pull his zipper down, admiring how gentle you're being while you were appreciative of how patient he was. You felt you were moving at a snail's pace, at least that's how it felt like in your mind since you wanted to savor the moment. Eddie's sight had moved towards your breasts, admiring how supple they looked and how perfect they'd fit in his mouth. His eyes slowly trailed back down to your hands again, and then back up to your face, smiling at your blushing cheeks. “You're so beautiful..” He whispers and in your giddy state, you lean over to kiss him. Before he knew it, his cock was sprung free and you let out an audible gasp.

“W-what? What's wrong?” Eddie looked at you, wondering if you suddenly had seen his scars. He wasn’t ready for that conversation yet.

“You're so big..” You say, and reach out to wrap your hand around his width, able to feel him throb against your palm. The velvety skin felt smooth and warm as you make out the thick vein that was on the underside of his cock as you start stroking him, watching him crease his eyebrows, biting his lip. You wondered how he'd even fit in you when it came time for that, especially since you couldn't barely fit 2 fingers inside yourself.

“You're doing great, Y/N.. “ He spurs you on, grunting with each stroke you give him, which has him a whiny mess as you squeeze the head of his cock gently, spreading the pearlescent precum around, much to your curiosity. You gently press his cock down against his lower tummy, and maneuver your cunt over the underside of his shaft, sitting on him and do an experimental roll of your hips, earning a groan from both you and Eddie. “Fuck. I’m going to be honest, I don’t think I am going to last very long...” He’s watching you as his hands find purchase on your upper thighs, keeping you in place. You start rocking your hips forward in a more fluid pace, grinding yourself on him and moaning at the sweet relief you feel everytime your clit rubs against his cock. The friction you feel is borderline intoxicating, nothing you've ever felt before when you'd touch yourself. Despite the lack of experience, you weren't totally clueless, knowing you enjoyed how elated you'd get after an orgasm. You loved chasing that feeling.

“You're so wet, baby. Can't wait to eat that pretty pussy of yours. Bet you taste so sweet, like a delicious dessert..” Eddie grins and watches you, seeing how your breasts moved with the way you were gliding up and down on him. It had him incredibly, and embarrassingly close to cumming.

All that's heard in the small trailer is your moans along with Eddie's heavy panting as his grip on your thighs move to your hips, tightening his hold on you. “Faster..” He grunts, observing the trail of slick you're leaving on the underside of his dick the faster you grind. You're leaning over him now with both your hands on his chest, holding you up as you chase your own pleasure and orgasm, knowing you're about to reach that peak. “Fuuuck..” Eddie breathes out, gripping your hips even harder now as his cum spurts out onto his stomach, a large load from being virtually teased all evening. The image of him orgasming, because of you…topples you over the edge. “Eddie!” You moan out, shutting your eyes tightly as you cum. Your movements come to a halt when you feel yourself a bit overstimulated, never being able to handle crossing that line. You're both trying to recollect yourselves, heartbeat thumping in your ears from the intensity of it all.

“Was it everything you wanted it to be?” Eddie breaks the silence, smirking and chuckles, looking down at his stomach, seeing the mess he made, and then the mess you made on his cock. That brought him joy. Knowing that he barely touched you. That you used him to get off, he loved it. He could get used to that.

“Yes..that was amazing..” you giggle and let out a deep, satisfied sigh, a small smile spreading on your lips as you stand up. Your legs are still wobbly from the intense orgasm, and you walk over to the lining closet, pulling the door open and grab a couple of hand towels to clean up. You're walking back to Eddie, and see him watching you like a hawk. “Babe, next time, I do the honors. Pretty thing like you shouldn't have to worry about cleaning this up.” Eddie says as he grabs the towel from your hands and cleans himself up. Next time. You like the sound of that.

“Such a gentleman.” You blush as you grab the camisole, slipping it back on, and chuckle at Eddie who is frowning at you. “I had such a nice view.” He tsk, and stands up, pulling his pants back up, though he leaves them unbuckled. You’re both staring at one another, a small gap between you two. He’s looking at you, really looking at you as his hand reaches out to caress your cheek. He’s not sure how he got so lucky, to have a pretty thing like you honestly interested in him in a romantic sense. He closes the gap, and kisses you tenderly, never getting enough of his lips on yours.

“We will take things at your pace. If…if you want to continue this. I’m-I don’t even know if you liked me enough to wanna do this again. You had fun, right?” Get it together Eddie, she’ll really want to go on another date now after this rambling.

“Eddie, relax.” You chuckle, smiling fondly at him. He’s so cute. “Yes, I had a lot of fun tonight. Between the concert, and well...” You blush and bite your lower lip. “I was actually going to ask.. if you’d like to spend the night? I have a few horror movies. Maybe pop some popcorn.”

“Hell yeah, I’ll stay the night. I’ll get the popcorn, you pick the movie.” He kisses you, and walks into the kitchen, looking in all the cupboards for the popcorn box, making himself familiar with where everything was in your trailer. “Ah-ha.” He spots it, and grabs one packet and puts it in the microwave, pressing enter. He watches as you walk past him towards your bedroom,and admires the nice view of your ass, smirking as it jiggles with each step you take. The loud popping of the popcorn pulls his attention off of you in that moment, and he leans over to grab a large enough bowl to fill with the buttery popcorn. You come back around, dressed in just an oversized band tee. “Iron Maiden? You’re full of surprises, honey.” Eddie grins amusingly, as he throws the popcorn bag into the trash. “You have no idea.” You sweetly smile and open your fridge to pull out 2 soda cans, and walk over to the living room, placing the sodas on the coasters that were on the coffee table.

“I picked Texas Chainsaw Massacre..”

“Going straight for the kill, huh? A classic.” Eddie chuckles and sits down on the couch, getting comfortable as he pats the seat next to him. You realize he still makes you nervous, and you’re not quite sure why. You literally got yourself off on him not even an hour ago, and he’s seen you fully nude now. You suppose that it's because this is the first time you’ve hung around with someone you actually like. And now he’s spending the night? Yeah, you understand why you have butterflies. Regardless, you muster up a smile, albeit a shy one, and sit next to him, thighs touching as you sit back and press play.

The rest of the night is filled with stolen glances and little pecks here and there, barely paying attention to what’s going on in the movie. You really did intend on watching, but alas, it was just background noise at this point as you two sit there making out, not being able to keep your hands off of each other. It’s close to 1am, and you can hardly keep your eyes open. The movie had long been over, as you lay on Eddie. He’s running his fingers through your hair, and you’re listening to his heartbeat as if it's a lullaby, putting you to sleep. “Let’s head to the room. I reckon we won’t sleep comfortably here if we drift off.” He says, patting your butt to get you to get off of him. Not that he minds, but he moves around. A lot. He’s afraid he’ll knock you over in the middle of the night in his deep sleep. Your hum makes him think you agree with him though, as you stand up, and grab his hand to help pull him up with you. Eddie puts the popcorn bowl and empty soda cans in the kitchen sink, a task for the morning to deal with, and soon you both are in bed, under the thick blankets after brushing your teeth together.

Eddie’s comfy in your plush bed. Smells much nicer than his, like you had recently washed the sheets, and they’re so much softer. He guesses you use fabric softener? He may have to invest in it if it truly works this well. This whole time he thought it was just a gimmick, but if he plans on having you sleep over too, well..he’ll do what he must.

“G’night Eds..” You say sleepily, laying on your side, facing him.

“Night, sweetheart.” He whispers, and leans over to kiss the top of your head, wrapping his arm around you to keep you warm. The trailer got quite cold, much colder than his, he noticed. His AC was something he usually would hold off on repairing. It was an expensive fix and most times, he slept naked anyway. He didn’t see the need to ever service it but if he was going to have you over like he intended, he definitely had to get it fixed. Eddie kisses your head one last time before you’re both out, soft snores heard shortly after.

It's not even 10am the next morning and Eddie is already all over you. His body Is hovering over yours, holding his weight up by his forearms. He's giving himself a pat on the back for working out his arms at least. He fills your neck with soft kisses, low groans escaping him as he runs his hand up your thigh, wanting to make you feel like his goddess. That wasn’t an issue because you had never felt this desired in your adult life.

“Eddie..” You sigh with a sleepy smile.

“What..?” He grins, moving his lips to the other side of your neck, giving it the same treatment. “Thought I'd wake up early and enjoy the morning with a little morning breakfast.” He smirks, kissing down your neck and throat, peppering kisses along your collarbones.

“I..I haven't showered this morning though.” You say, as you look at him. It was your routine ever since you were in school. An early morning shower to wake you up and get you ready to tackle the day.

“You did last night? I smelled that fancy body wash on you when I broke in.” He chuckled, shrugging nonchalantly as he continued to make his way lower on you.

“Yeah, but-”

“Babe. You're fine. Ya’ gotta let it marinate overnight so it tastes perfect, anyway.” He licked his lips, and you gasped out loud. “Eddie!” You playfully smack his upper arm, shaking your head as you see him continue moving on south, a playful grin on his face as he pushes your shirt up around your waist. You've done no real effort in stopping him though, your curiosity getting the best of you. “Please?” He is practically begging now, wanting nothing more than to put his tongue deep in you. He sees you spread your legs a little more, and makes out the small wet spot on your panties already. “I'll take that as a yes?” He says as he lingers over your clothed pussy, pressing a soft kiss to the top hem on your underwear. “Yes.” You nod, biting your lip in anticipation. His gratified look calms your nerves as he takes another deep inhale of your scent, sticking his tongue out to teasing flick at your clit over your underwear. his eyes are stuck on yours as he gauges your expressions, which you were already feeling euphoric with that light touch of his.

“I'm going to take these off.” He says, hooking his fingers into your panties and slowly slides them down your legs, sitting up a little to toss them to the side of the bed, then looks at your pussy, all spread out for him. “Mm..” he lays on his stomach again, and holds your inner thighs wide open as he licks a slow stripe up your folds, wrapping his lips around your clit to give it a nice suck. The moan that left your throat was downright pornographic, making you flush with embarrassment. Eddie could tell, and he’d do anything to help break you out of that self conscious shell you hid behind. His bruising grip on your thighs keep them wide open for him, making you wince in pain and pleasure as he flicked your clit with his tongue, before he slid it into you, his nose bumping into your swollen bud as he relished in your taste. “Fuck, fuuuuck…” You’re writhing underneath him, and grinding on his face as you're already so close to that sweet finish line.

“Yeah? You like that..?” Eddie groans as he pulls away from your dripping cunt and instead, slowly inserts his middle and ring fingers inside you. “Shit baby, you're so fucking tight..” The obscene sounds that were heard from him fucking you with his fingers should have made you recoil, should have made you want to curl into a ball and hide, but you were feeling too much ecstasy to even care at this point. “Can't wait to stretch you out with my cock, princess..” He groaned, resting his head on the inside of your thigh and looked up at you, a big smirk on his face knowing he's got you right where he wants you. Fucked out with your juices all over him.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? I can tell you’re close. Squeezing my fingers so good..” He leans in to suck on your clit hard while he keeps fingering you, curling it upwards towards that spongy spot that makes you see stars. “Ed-Eddie! Fuck..I'm cumming..!” You all but yell, gripping his hair as the intense orgasm washes over you. Your heart is beating rapidly and your pussy is throbbing, but Eddie hasn't refrained from moving his fingers, or tongue for that matter. He's licking up every drop you gave him, making sure as to not waste a single bit of your delicious nectar. Your heavy breathing is music to his ears as he places a gentle kiss to your mound, kissing up to your lips, and smiles.

“Morning.” He chuckles, watching as you come down from your high.

“Oh my god.” You softly laugh, and kiss him in return, tasting yourself on his tongue. “I could get used to being woken up like that.”

“Consider it done. Every morning, my duty is to sneak into your trailer, hide in your closet while you sleep and then wake you up by feasting on your pussy.” He happily smiles, which causes you to heartedly laugh at his silliness. “Wouldn’t be a surprise if you tell me, now would it?” You play along, biting at your inner cheek. You’re certain Eddie has now picked up on most of your nervous habits. The inner cheek chewing, playing with your fingers, the lip biting, stuttering. You got teased for it a lot in school, yet Eddie finds it cute and endearing.

“You don’t have to be nervous around me, babe. It’s just me. Your cute neighbor...and…maybe boy..friend?” He says the last part as a question, in hopes that he isn’t overstepping. He knows he can do that often, from what others have told him, anyway. Being that obnoxious metalhead kid in high school gave him that title. You look at him, as that familiar reddish blush spreads over your cheeks, the one that he finds so cute. “And I just want to assure you that I know we’ve only known each other for what..a week now? But it’s been the best week of my life, Y/N. I-I don’t get many opportunities that come up for me like this. Meeting a genuinely nice girl…who’s actually into me? Most would say hell hath frozen over now that Eddie Munson got a girlfriend..” He chuckled, pouring his heart out to you. He felt you needed to hear this, so you wouldn’t doubt yourself so much. He could tell you did that often, just like he did to himself. ”I like you..if it wasn’t obvious enough with how much I like to be around you, and in you.” He grinned, reaching out to grab your hand and pulled you up, so that you’d be closer to him.

“I promise I’ll never hurt you..because I feel…you’re quite..apprehensive about that.” He says softly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I..yes. I am. This would be my first relationship, like I’ve said. I saw the pain my mom went through when it happened to her. Her previous relationships. One was abusive..one cheated multiple times. She never deserved that..” You softly speak, looking at your hands as you shook your head. “ I don’t..think I could handle that pain, if it happened to me. I know I’m still young..but..” You hesitate continuing to open up, like you normally did with anyone. You sometimes wondered how you even had friends.

“Talk to me, babe. If we’re going to be build this friendship, this relationship, we gotta get things out in the open. Be honest with each other." Eddie says, stroking your hand.

“Well, I told you a little bit about my life back at home when you took me to the farmers market. ‘Know that I basically had a rough high school experience. I was that shy, quiet kid in school..ever since forever basically. I did have friends, but kids were so mean. Then I started high school and fucking christ..” You sigh, looking at Eddie, who remained looking at you, trying to be comforting. The more you thought about it, the more you became disappointed in yourself. Why did you let it affect you so much? “I-I guess I had really low self esteem all through my school years. Never had someone show any interest in me, not even an anonymous note in my locker…like they do in the movies, you know?” You chuckle, biting your lip as you feel the emotions start to overwhelm you, so many memories of those days replaying in your mind. “One time I ask a guy I liked to hang out, I thought maybe he’d be into me a bit. But he literally laughed in my face after turning me down. Saying he didn’t date my kind. Whatever the fuck that meant.” The tears are forming, as you tilt your head up and sniffle, not wanting to cry in front of him. Not again, anyway.

“Baby, here. Look at me.” Eddie’s calm voice pulls you from your negative thoughts. A nagging voice that was always there, saying you weren’t good enough. “I don’t know those people…they sound like absolute fuckers, but I will say…I gotta thank them. You know why? Because you said you left that life at home wanting to escape, wanting to start a new life. Well, I wouldn’t have met you if that didn’t happen. I know that’s selfish, but give me a chance to..show you how good I can love you. Let me erase all those negative thoughts you have in your pretty head. You deserve to feel good about yourself. To be treated like the angel you are.” He says, stroking your cheek, hoping he’d have some success in taking you out of that dark corner you always seemed to gravitate towards.

“Whatever happened in high school, those idiots…are just that. Idiots. I am no stranger in being the laughing stock for those football players or cheerleaders. I imagine you can tell I was not a popular guy by any means.” He chuckles. You smile softly at him, at his efforts to help you get out of that slump.

“I-I know. I gotta leave that behind in the past. I just…tend to second guess myself with everything. Always questioning things..” You sigh, and cross your legs, feeling his hand on your back, softly caressing it as he tilts his head to the side a little, pressing it up against yours. It’s a quiet gesture, him giving you some time to express your next words, if needed. You knew he was right, knowing this is what you moved to Hawkins for. To make a new life, a new beginning, and whatever life threw your way, you’d handle it as a new person. And that’s exactly what life did.

“Now, let’s enjoy this lovely day, yeah? It’s actually a perfect Sunday.” He stands, and extends his hand out for you to grab, and pulls you up with him.

“After a quick shower, please.” You beg, wanting nothing more than to wash away last night’s, and this morning's, depravity but mostly just to feel refreshed and clean.

“Go ahead. I gotta check on some things at home. Meet me there, ok?” Eddie kisses you, and grabs his keys from the kitchen counter. “Oh shit, I forgot to take care of this.” He looks at the mess in the kitchen sink, knowing he said he’d handle it in the morning. He had to be better about that.

“I got it. I’ll see you in a bit, Eds.” You smile as you walk to your front door, opening it for him. He turns to kiss you before jogging over to his trailer, blowing you another kiss and then goes in. Truth is, he didn’t want to shower with you, not yet. He’d have to explain those damn scars he was so self-conscious about, and get into everything that has happened in Hawkins over the last few years. What if that made you want to leave? He couldn’t have that, no. He knows eventually he’ll have to tell you, especially when you’re ready to have sex with him. No way is he fucking you with a shirt on and no pants, like some fucking moron. He battled with the thoughts in his head, knowing he was being a bit of a hypocrite since he, quite frankly, told you to open up to him, and spill whatever was in your head, and here he was, not telling you everything he had dealt with in his young life on earth. A soft sigh escapes him as he steps into the shower and turns on the water, rubbing his face and groans frustratingly, at himself mostly. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a girlfriend. Sometime during his first senior year attempt, he thinks. Since then, it’s been pretty lonely. Now that he’s got you pretty close to wanting to be in a relationship with him, he had to get his shit together. Tell you all about his life, the bullshit he endured in ‘86. He definitely had to keep his trailer clean. He’d turn into a bit of a slob after Wayne moved out. Well, he was never tidy, but the state of his trailer left him ashamed, especially since yours was so neat.

“Fuck..” Eddie mumbles, grabbing a 3rd bag to fill with trash that was on the coffee table and the floor surrounding. “Shoulda just told her I’d meet her back there..” He sighs, annoyed that he was breaking a sweat after his shower, and groans when soda drips all over his hand from a half full can. He’s ready to throw it across the room when your soft knocks against his door causes him to pause. Maybe if he stays completely still, you won’t see him through the blinds but that doesn’t seem to work when you knock again and yell out, “Eds, I can see you!” a soft giggle heard from behind the door. “Comin’.” He stands and walks over to let you in, a shameful look on his face as you take in the condition of his trailer. “I uh…the maid took the week off.” He says, joking to hide the humiliation he feels when you take a step in and cross your arms. “The week, or the whole year off?” You chuckle and grab the trash bag from his hand, smiling. “I’ll help.” You say and ignore his protests that you don’t have to, that this was his mess he had to straighten out. “I like cleaning. So, good luck with convincing me otherwise.” You smirk and kneel by the couch, starting to toss empty beer cans into the bag.

Eddie pulls a lawn chair next to yours that sits by your small vegetable garden, facing the open area of grass and the start of woods further down. You’d yet to go exploring in there. “So, you sit out here, and just watch the sunset?” He says, handing you the bottle of water that you requested, and takes a seat beside you, extending his legs out as he cracks open the can of beer for himself. “I do. It doesn’t take too long, since the tall trees kinda hide it after a bit, but it looks beautiful. Relaxes me after a day at work.” You say and turn your heads towards him, admiring his side profile. You really liked his hair, a wild mane that fit his wild personality perfectly. Those full lips that kissed you so tenderly, yet feverish in need. The heavenly bulbous tip of his nose that bumped into your clit repeatedly when his tongue was lapping at your pussy.

“You know darlin’, you can always take a photo. They last longer.” He teases with a grin, watching you quickly look straight ahead.

“Oh, fuck off.” You softly laugh, and take a sip of water, holding his hand when he reaches out to grab it, needing to have some part of you in his grasp. It was comforting to him, as it was for you. What better way to enjoy the Sunday evening than with your cute neighbor, watching the sunset from the comfort of your backyard.

A sigh is heard from Eddie. "Alright. Time to tell you about the upside down.."

#eddie munson #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fandom #stranger things #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut

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mev-fizzah-writes · 3 days ago

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A/N: Part three was posted back in January. Where did all the time go? Sorry, pookies!! Part four is here, and updates will be a bit more regular (hopefully)! Remember, my inbox is open. Share your opinions and requests!! I hope you guys enjoy this one. The calm before the storm. Also I'm not sure how hospitals work in america, I'm british so like...

PART 1 -> PART 2 -> PART 3 -> PART 3.5 TW: Substance abuse, abuse, alcoholism, relapse, self-harm, neglect etc

𐙚"Nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now" -Harry Styles𐙚

You didn't stay long at the hospital; you never liked them. The same sterile cleanliness that brought others comfort-caused you to feel uneasy. It was almost like the shine of every surface was judging you.

Damian, ever the protective brother, had been visiting the maximum number of hours. One time, the nurses almost had to drag him out. The thought almost makes you smile; he does care. You wonder what excuse he's telling Bruce, but only for a second. You didn't like thinking about your father that much

Sitting at the edge of the bed, you watched him hold onto your bag. You wanted to give him a smile, just to reassure him, but you couldn't. You had already lied enough, and he had made it clear how much he hated your lies. Just as you were about to get up, your phone vibrated in your hands. It was the first time someone called you first; it caused your jaw to clench.

Your palms now feel sweaty. Why was Alfred calling? You should answer. You should answer. He had been the only one that was sending you constant messages, of course you should pick up.

With a shaky breath, you answer the call. In your best 'I'm doing amazing as always' voice, you said hello. Even if you could feel a lump start to form in your throat, it was believable.

"Ah, hello, Miss. I know it's rather early, but it's been a while since I've heard your voice."

His words were so soft, and now you want to cry again. Because you didn't deserve to be spoken to like this; you didn't deserve the gentleness. The lump in your throat was starting to sting as you tried to form an answer.

"Yeah...sorry about the sudden leave-"

"It's alright, Miss. I'm sure you had your reasons."

The way he cut you off, something seemed wrong. There was a long silence followed after, your eyes were starting to sting now. Looking at Damian, who was already glaring at you, you just waited for Alfred to say something, but he didn't. He waited for your voice, waited for your words. It didn't make sense to you, did he know? No. He couldn't. You trusted Damian.

"I...did. I just had to take some time to clear my head." Your words quieter than what you wanted.

"I thought so, but may ask where?"

"...excuse me?"

You didn't mean to sound as nervous as you did, but what did he mean by that? Maybe you were just being paranoid, and maybe you shouldn't have answered his call, but it felt so weird. Usually he would believe everything you said.

"I went over to your apartment to drop off some food, but you weren't there. It seemed empty, and cold."

"Ah."

You couldn't say more; there was a pit forming in your stomach. It was foolish, but you ended the call abruptly. Your phone landed on the springy mattress while your hands held your face. It was only for a moment; your hands ran through your hair as you got up and offered Damian a smile. You hoped that it looked real, and you hoped all of your energy looked real.

"Thanks for the help, bud." You say, picking up your phone again, the mere action making your palms sweaty. It vibrated again, a notification. You swallowed thickly, pushing everything down. You breathed a sigh of relief as you saw that it was only Roy. God, did you need him right now

Roy: Hey Im here now :) Roy: meeting me in the car park?

Damian watched as your whole demeanour changed just because of two messages. Your shoulders aren't as tense, and your face softens. How could you just do that? Why weren't you angry? He sure as hell was. He gripped your bag tighter, looking down at his feet nervously. Of course, he hadn't told anyone yet- how would he? But it's been hard keeping it in. Especially since no one seems to care.

"Her apartment's empty? So what? It wouldn't be the first time."

You breathed in the not so fresh air, it was still better than that room. You felt like you were going to go crazy if your were surrounded by those white walls any longer. You walked around the car park, looking for that familiar number plate. It had been a while since you'd seen Roy, your recent conversations have purely been behind a screen.

"Who is picking us up?" Damian asked, trying to look at your phone.

"Oh it's just Roy."

"...Harper?" He repeated with something a bit too close to disdain.

"Yeah, Roy. Why do you sound like that? Why do you look like that?"

You asked, referring to the face Damian now put on. It almost made you laugh. Your family had mixed opinions on Roy.

You, for one, adored him. He was a lot different from the loud, opinionated party boy you knew; he changed. He changed just the right amount to raise a beautiful little kid. Plus he was probably the only one that cared about your sobriety.

You tap your foot against the cold concrete, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet space. Your eyes flicker from your phone to Damian, whose expression is unreadable. The air feels almost suffocating again, thin, as if it’s pressing against your chest. You glance back at your phone, pretending to check for messages, but all you can think about is the way his eyes won't meet yours.

The cold wind stings your face, each gust reminding you of the chill that has settled between you two. It wasn't fair, you hated that you just expected him to be normal after all of this. But obviously he wouldn't be, what did you expect? The moment stretches, the silence so thick it’s uncomfortable—like you’re both waiting for something to break but neither of you knows what to say. Thank fully you eyes meet a different green pair, they're softer. They've got an odd look of sadness in them, you're just happy He's here.

Roy, he's finally in Gotham. It feels like forever, and sadly he's here because you fucked up. Royally fucked up.

Taglist ˙⋆✮

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A/N: Sorry about this being short, chapter four is gonna be out sonner and hopefully longer. <3

#fizzah's ff #batfam x batsis #batman x reader #batsis!reader #batboys x batsis #batfam x reader #batfamily x reader #roy harper x reader #robin damian #damian wayne x reader #roy harper #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson #batfam #richard grayson #red hood #dick grayson x reader

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gallusrostromegalus · 2 days ago

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AEIWAM zanpakuto ask:

Which zanpakuto spirit is your favorite to write?

Alternatively, who has the closest relationship with their zanpakuto? Who has the worst relationship?

1. Minazuki. I think she's the only one that has speaking lines that actually appear in the fic so far.

2. Closest relationship: Minazuki and Unohana. While most people retain a sense of separation between their kaku-kon/waking soul and their Yume-kon/dreaming soul, Unohana and Minazuki have learned enough about the malleability of The Flesh and Soul that they've stopped thinking about each other as discrete beings and more as one Being with two heads. Minazuki sometimes fully possesses Unohana's body when the human wants a break or the spirit is bored. It's fine though- Minazuki went through medical school with Unohana and is just as much a competent doctor as her wilder.

3. Worst relationship: there's a lot of ways for things to go badly between shinigami and Zanpakuto. Some examples:

Both Tousen and Zaraki do not actually know the names of their zanpakuto and have to go on a little adventure together to figure that shit out.

Neither of them have BAD relationships with their zanpakuto per se: both of them have been prevented from forming ANY relationship with their zanpakuto by outside forces- in Tousen's case, suzumushineas so hell-bent on revenge for Kakiyo that she effectively parasitized and suppressed his native Yume-kon to take it's place as his zanpakuto until Aizen was defeated. In Zaraki's case, he doesn't just know his Zanpakuto's name- he doesn't know his own name. At least, until the ink starts flaking off.

Komamura is not on speaking terms with his Yume-kon or "True" Zanpakuto. He is on GREAT terms with Tenken- but Tenken is a spirit he found and adopted back when he was a travelling priest/exorcist, who lives in the pauldrons Komamura is always wearing. Komamura absolutely refuses to go into the depths of his mind where his dreaming soul lives because he's TERRIFIED of it. He also has to go on a little adventure about that.

Isshin has always been impulsive but willingly cutting off Engetsu to save the life of a woman he met like ten minutes ago would have been the final straw, if Isshin hadn't already. You know. Cut Engetsu off first. Engetsu (or at least, the parts of him that were still around after the events of Everything But The Rain) was SO PISSED he fused with the remains of the Hollow "White" and some dead German guy to make up a new chimera of a spirit: Zangetsu.

Kisuke Urahara has talked Yoruichi into a lot of dumb shit, but probably the worst thing was attempting his "three days to Bankai" special confrontation training. It wasn't malicious, it was more like he didn't get that it wouldn't be replicable. Urahara's zanpakuto, Benihime, is a masochist and thoroughly enjoyed Kisuke being so rough with her. Wanting his best friend and lover to succeed as well, he recommended the exercise to Yoruichi and she, trusting her best friend and lover who had never led her astray before, decided to go through with it.

The Shihouin clan is an old and noble house and until then, had a family zanpakuto- the Shihouin Blade would die with the head of each clan and reincarnate with the next, under a new name, but with the wisdom of all its previous lives.

The Zanpakuto was so incensed by the cruel and cavalier way Yoruichi was treating it during the bankai speed run that it decided to kill itself instead of serving her.

It took Kisuke days worth of frantic improvisational surgery, some hogyoku bullshit and nearly all the healing capacity of the magical hot spring in the back of the training cave to keep Yoruichi from dying. The skills he learned there served him well with the Visored and when Engetsu 'died' on isshin during his battle with White, but he couldn't fix everything - Yoruichi is only at a fraction of her previous power, and has not had a single dream since the Zanpakuto left.

Worse still, the Zanpakuto does not seem to have re-incarnated. Urahara thinks it's a blessing- they went through some pains to hide the fact that Yoruichi lost the family sword, because the clan and possibly the entire Gotei-13 would turn on her in an instant if they found out. But Yoruichi worries- it SHOULD have re-incarnated in her baby brother Yushiro, but it didn't- is it gone for real?

Or worse, did it pick a new heir to the clan that they don't know about?

#aeiwam #an elephant is warm and mushy #bleach #bleach fanfic #Yoruichi Shihouin #Kisuke Urahara #Kenpachi zaraki #Kaname tosen #retsu unohana #Minazuki #Zanpakuto

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claramelooo · 1 day ago

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I really hope you guys have been eating well. Mommies don't like it when you don't eat...

Enjoy <3

MINORS MUST NOT INTERACT

Pairing: AgathaRio x Reader

Summary: After the physical punishment, you get another one, but this time, your Mommy will be there.

Fragile I

Climbing the stairs felt like a punishment in itself. Your feet stumbled under their own weight, the steps stretching endlessly ahead like a path with no end.

The air felt thick, charged with anticipation. Your breath was short, ragged, and adrenaline buzzed in your veins like a sweet, numbing poison.

Crossing the bedroom door was like stepping over an invisible boundary. Inside, the rules were different.

The room was warm, yet chills prickled your skin. Your entire body felt hyperaware—of your own movements, your own breathing, the frantic pounding in your chest and between your thighs.

But the worst part wasn’t the anxiety burning up your spine.

It was the guilt.

It wrapped around you like chains, tightening around your chest, sinking into your skin.

You had disappointed your Mommies. Worried them. Ignored everything they did for you, left the little lunchbox untouched.

Not because you wanted to—never. But because you were careless. And that was unforgivable.

You needed to be punished. You needed to be corrected. Only then would the guilt fade.

With trembling fingers, you obeyed.

You slid your pants down slowly, the fabric whispering against your oversensitive, aching skin.

Every second felt like an eternity in hell—unbearably hot, suffocating. Your body begged for forgiveness, you needed to be lifted to heaven.

Lying on your stomach on the bed, you waited.

And the silence was the worst part.

The entire room seemed to hold its breath with you, waiting.

You wanted to look back. The urge was suffocating, unbearable, as if your bones were twisting beneath your skin just to turn your face.

But you knew you couldn’t. You knew they were behind you, watching.

Measuring every shiver, every tensed muscle, every shaky breath that escaped your lips.

Then, came the touch.

Cold fingertips, tracing a slow, teasing path along the curve of your ass, gliding down the heated, sensitive skin of your thigh.

A shudder ran down your spine, violent, uncontrollable. Your entire body ignited under their touch, and all you could do was grip the sheets, trying to ground yourself.

A breath escaped your lips, shattering the thick silence like glass on the verge of breaking.

Rio sighed, long and heavy, as if she were searching for patience where there was none left to find. The sound echoed through the room, every dragged-out second making your skin prickle even more.

"You know what irritates me the most?" Her voice was soft, but there was something sharp beneath it, a razor’s edge ready to cut. "It’s not just that you turned off your phone. It’s not just that you ignored us. It’s not just that you didn’t even think to let us know."

Her steps were slow, deliberate, each one sinking into the carpet with a weight that settled onto your chest.

"It’s that you know how much it hurts us to see you neglect yourself."

Shit.

Her voice carried so much disappointment, your heart ached.

Your eyes burned. You blinked, trying to hold back the tears, but they gathered at your lashes, stinging.

"You know we worry. You know we don’t play games when it comes to you, and yet..." Agatha spoke now, her voice cold, but unsteady. "You act like you can just disappear, and everything will be fine."

The silence that followed was razor-sharp.

You couldn’t move.

Your face pressed into the mattress, suffocating you.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your breath cut short by the guilt drowning you.

You wanted to curl up, to make yourself so small you could disappear into the mattress.

But that wouldn’t fix anything. It wouldn’t bring back the trust you had broken.

You swallowed hard, and when you spoke, your voice came out weak, hoarse.

"I… I didn’t mean to…"

Agatha sighed. The mattress dipped as she sat beside you, her presence so overwhelming that your entire body tensed.

"You always say that, little one. And yet…"

Her fingers brushed through your hair, tucking away the strands that had fallen into your mouth. It was a gentle touch, but heavy with something else.

"This hurts us," Rio continued, and when you finally found the courage to glance up, you met her gaze. Steady. Warm, but firm. "Do you think that just because you’re used to handling things alone, you don’t need anyone?"

You shook your head frantically.

"No! I…" You swallowed down a sob, your throat tight. "I just… I got distracted, and then…" Your voice cracked. "I was confused. I wanted to focus on my presentation."

The weight on your shoulders felt crushing.

"So you chose to avoid us instead?" Agatha arched a brow, her tone sharp.

You squeezed your eyes shut, more tears slipping free.

"No!" Your voice broke. "I mean… yes. I—I don’t know."

Rio exchanged a look with Agatha before kneeling in front of you.

She cupped your chin, tilting your face up until you had no choice but to meet her dark, piercing eyes.

"You need to understand that you shouldn’t feel ashamed of making mistakes," she said, her voice even. "But you should be ashamed of running from the ones who care for you in every detail."

Your chest clenched.

"I know," you whispered, sniffling softly.

You felt Agatha rise from the mattress as Rio took her place.

"Then tell us why you’re being punished."

You took a shaky breath, trying to steady the tremble in your body. Your heart pounded against your ribs, and the words caught in your throat.

"Because… because I disobeyed you," you whispered, barely audible.

Agatha’s footsteps slid over the carpet, approaching.

"Go on," she ordered, her voice unhurried but relentless.

You swallowed hard.

"Because I—I turned off my phone. Because I knew you’d be mad, and I still…" Your voice broke, and you closed your eyes, feeling the tears pool again. "I hid."

A moment of silence followed.

A silence so thick it pressed down on you like a chain.

Then, Agatha moved.

She rolled up her sleeves to her elbows before snapping her fingers, the sharp sound making your spine tingle.

"Hm, and what else?"

You inhaled through your nose and exhaled through your mouth, shakily.

"I neglected myself… I chose not to take care of myself, and it made me feel awful all day."

She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you firmly into her lap, your thighs straddling hers.

You were exposed. Bare.

You gasped as the cold fabric of her dress pressed against your overheated skin.

"What you need to understand," she began, her fingers gliding along the curve of your ass, "is that we’re not here to play with you."

You squeezed your eyes shut, already knowing what was coming.

"We’re here to take care of you. To make sure you are good and happy for us."

The first slap came without warning.

The impact rippled through your body, knocking the breath from your lungs.

The second followed right after.

Hard. Precise. The sound echoed in the room.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a whimper, but you couldn’t stop a muffled sound from slipping out.

"Don’t hide," Agatha murmured, her fingers tracing over the burning imprint of her hand. "If it hurts, I want to hear it."

Another slap.

You arched your back, a sob rising in your throat.

"Say it," she demanded.

"It hurts," you whispered, voice thick.

"Good," Agatha replied, and the next strike landed even harder.

"It’s supposed to."

Your body were burning, each slap leaving a burning mark, each impact forcing your submission further. You had already lost count when you felt Agatha's fingers loosen for a moment.

She slid her palm over the hot skin of your ass, massaging lightly before landing another sharp, stinging slap. “Anything to say?”

“I’m sorry, Mommy.” You trembled in her lap. “I was bad. I—” Another slap.

A whimper slipped out before you could contain it.

Rio stroked your hair, her fingers idly playing with a strand.

“It’s almost over, baby,” she assured.

You nodded frantically, trusting your Mama—she knew what was best, you were too small, and you needed to obey.

“Just five more,” Agatha declared, her voice cold. “And I want you to count.”

Your chest rose and fell quickly, your breath trembling.

The next slap made your whole body arch.

“One,” you whispered, your voice weak.

Another strike.

“Two.”

By now, your eyes were flooded with tears.

“Three.”

You clutched at the fabric of Rio’s pants, your muscles tense.

“Four.”

The pause before the final strike was long enough for your breathing to grow even more erratic.

Then, finally—

“Five!” Your voice cracked, a sob caught in your throat.

Silence.

Your eyes were shut, tears sliding down your heated skin.

Agatha’s palm smoothed over the punished area now, her touch gentler, her breath slow.

“Good girl,” she murmured.

You sobbed, your body collapsing against hers, exhausted, trying to push yourself up, but Agatha held you firmly.

“We’re not done yet, darling,” she said, keeping you in place.

You looked for Rio, but she wasn’t there. Tears of exhaustion and despair slipped silently from your eyes.

No! You couldn’t take anymore.

Your tired body would have given out if Agatha weren’t holding you.

Then, you heard it—the slow slide of leather through belt loops, the dense, threatening rustle that made your heart hammer in your chest.

“Ten strokes,” Rio reminded, her voice too soft for the promise it carried. “And I want you to apologize with each one.”

You swallowed hard, your whole body tensing against Agatha.

She wrapped her arms around your torso, locking you in place. You felt even smaller, even more fragile between them.

The silence stretched.

Then—

The first stroke landed.

The snap of leather against your already burning skin made your body jolt. You gasped, tears spilling harder.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, your voice breaking.

Rio didn’t respond.

Another stroke.

Hard. Precise.

“I’m sorry, Mama,” you whimpered, your voice thick.

The belt struck again.

Your cry echoed through the room, your breathing ragged.

Agatha whispered something against your hair, soft words you barely processed through the pain and regret.

Four.

“I promise I’ll never do it again.”

Five.

The stroke burned, ripping a sob from your throat. Your chest heaved, your breath coming in short, broken gasps. Guilt boiled in your stomach, churning like something corrosive and unbearable.

Six.

“I’ll be good.”

The words came out shaky, almost childish. As if saying them could erase your mistakes, as if it could bring back time before you had disappointed them.

Seven.

You cried.

Your body trembled against Agatha’s firm embrace.

“Please, Mama—”

Eight.

The leather met your skin again, and your scream tore through the silence. But it wasn’t just the physical pain that wrenched it out of you.

Nine.

“I’m sorry!”

It was the tightness in your chest. The crushing emptiness of failing them. The agony of not being the perfect girl they wanted.

Ten.

“God— I’ll be good.”

The promise sounded broken, as if its weight was too much to bear.

You collapsed.

Your sobs were loud, sharp, cutting through the room in uncontrolled cries. Your body shook in Agatha’s arms, and then the warmth trickled down your leg.

Your heart stopped.

The humiliation hit harder than any stroke.

You tried to hide your face, your chest heaving with choked sobs. The smell was the worst part. The reminder that you had lost control. And maybe, a warning that you’d never have it again.

Your lips trembled. Your whole body trembled.

“I… I didn’t mean to…” Your voice broke, and shame burned even hotter. “I’m sorry… please…”

A heavy silence filled the room, but it wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t a silence of judgment.

Agatha’s arms only tightened around you.

“Shhh, shhh, darling.” Her voice was a warm whisper against your hair, her fingers tracing down your nape, offering what they had once denied—comfort. “It’s okay. You’re safe. This is your safe space.”

But it wasn’t okay. It couldn’t be. You didn’t deserve this, not after what you had done.

You tried to pull away, but Agatha didn’t let you.

“No, no,” she murmured, her hands holding you firm. “Don’t run.”

You sobbed, your eyes squeezing shut.

That’s when you felt another touch.

Different from Agatha’s—hers was possessive, enclosing, as if keeping you there—Rio’s was almost careful.

Her fingers brushed away strands of sweat-stuck hair from your forehead before tracing delicately down your cheek.

“Little gem,” her voice was a caress. “Breathe for us. Breathe.”

You shook your head frantically, as if you had forgotten how to breathe.

Rio sighed. Then, without warning, her arms wrapped around you, lifting you from Agatha’s lap and pulling you into her chest.

“Come here.”

The feeling of being held, of being cradled, shattered the last of your defenses. You clung to her, burying your face in her shoulder, sobbing freely now.

“I… I wanted to be good,” you whimpered. “I tried, but I…”

“Shhh.” Rio pressed you against her. “You don’t need to talk right now, baby.”

Her scent—the earthy perfume—was comforting. Her heartbeat was slow and steady under your ear, unlike yours, which still felt erratic.

“We’re going to take care of you, okay?” Rio whispered, kissing your head.

You felt Agatha rise, heading toward the bathroom. The sound of running water brought a sudden wave of exhaustion over you.

Rio shifted slightly, just to pull a blanket over you both, rubbing your back softly. “Aggie’s gonna clean you up, and then we’re gonna have a big sleepover in bed.”

You sniffled, a small knot of fear forming. “But I made a mess—”

“It doesn’t matter.” Her voice was firm, but without a trace of irritation. “That doesn’t matter, baby. The only thing that matters right now is you.”

The tears came again, but they were different this time. Lighter. Less desperate.

When Agatha returned, her hands were warm from the water, and the soft cloth she used to clean your skin was almost as gentle as her touch.

Every movement was meticulous. Every glide of the cloth was accompanied by a soothing touch in your hair, at your waist.

“It’s over now, my girl,” she whispered.

You closed your eyes, exhausted.

“Come. Mommy ran a bath for you.” She held her hands out, and you tried to reach for her, but your body wouldn’t obey your mind.

“I can’t, Mommy.” You whimpered, and Agatha let out a soft laugh through her nose.

“It’s alright,” she assured, sliding an arm under your legs and another beneath your neck, lifting you. “Let’s see if all that pilates is paying off.”

You drifted toward the bathroom in Agatha’s arms, the scent of chamomile and lavender filling your senses.

The water was warm, but not scalding. It was like a gentle embrace, wrapping around your exhausted body, soothing your sensitive skin.

The scent of lavender and damp earth lingered in the air, making each breath a little easier.

Agatha sat beside the bathtub, wearing her usual floral robe. Her hands were firm yet delicate, lathering you with slow, careful movements.

Each touch seemed to lift the weight from your chest, replacing the suffocating guilt with something lighter—something you couldn't name, but desperately wanted to hold on to.

"Close your eyes, my girl." Her voice was low, soft. You obeyed without question.

The warm cloth glided over your shoulders, down your arms and hands, then across your chest, with all the patience in the world. Agatha wasn’t in a hurry. She wasn’t just washing you; she was taking care of you.

"You’re doing so well, baby," she murmured, rinsing the lather away with cupped hands. "So well."

Your chest ached with the need to say something—anything that would make her understand how sorry you were.

"I… I wanted to be good," you whispered. "I tried, but I—"

Agatha let go of the cloth, her fingers sinking into your wet hair. Her blue eyes met yours, filled with something intense and unreadable.

"You are good."

The words made your chin tremble.

"But I—"

"Shhh." She ran her damp fingers over your forehead, pushing back the strands that clung there. "You’ve already been forgiven, little one. Just let us take care of you now, okay?"

You swallowed hard, nodding slowly.

The bath continued in silence, the only sound being the gentle movement of water as Agatha finished washing your hair. Your limbs were heavy, your body melting into the warmth of the tub. You felt… safe.

When Agatha finally wrapped you in a soft towel and pulled you out of the bath, a sweet, familiar scent drifted from the bedroom.

Rio.

She had changed the sheets and was smoothing out a stubborn wrinkle, her fingers running over the fabric with almost absentminded care.

"Lie on your stomach, darling," Agatha instructed, her voice gentle.

Your body, however, tensed immediately. An irrational fear bubbled in your chest, but Agatha noticed. Her hands touched the curve of your spine delicately, a reassuring touch.

"Sweetheart, mommy just wants to check your little bottom, okay?"

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to relax before lying down on your stomach. The plush mattress dipped under your weight as Rio approached, lifting your robe just enough to expose your skin.

Silence filled the air, your heart pounding under their attention. Then, something cold touched your warm skin, making you flinch before Agatha’s gentle fingers spread it with precision.

"Easy, my love," she murmured soothingly. "It’s just an ointment. We don’t want this getting worse tomorrow, do we?"

Her touch was careful, and the cooling sensation of the ointment against your skin was comforting. Your body began to relax under her hands, your eyelids growing heavy again.

But before you could fully surrender to the pleasant exhaustion, Agatha stopped, and the mattress shifted as Rio climbed into bed, carrying a tray of treats and a bucket overflowing with popcorn.

Agatha let out an exasperated sigh. "Rio, don’t get sugar all over the bed. This is not—"

"Shush, Aggie," Rio interrupted, tossing a pack of cookies onto the bed. "It’s for the baby."

You heard Agatha huff, but she didn’t argue further.

Rio smiled, setting the tray on the nightstand before pulling you between them. Her arms were warm, steady, and when she grabbed the remote, her cheerful tone contrasted with the drowsiness settling over you.

"Alright, what cute movie are we watching?"

You blinked slowly, the warmth of their bodies making it hard to keep your eyes open.

Agatha rolled her eyes, already dreading the worst. "If you put on Despicable Me, I swear on everything holy—"

"Shhh." Rio pulled the blanket over you, cocooning you in its soft fabric. "The baby chooses."

Your chest filled with warmth, and a small smile tugged at your lips as you curled closer between them, absorbing their heat, their touch, their safety.

The movie played on the screen, the bluish glow flickering softly across the room, but you barely paid attention.

The high-pitched giggles of the minions echoed in the background, and every time one of them said "banana," Agatha rolled her eyes so dramatically that you felt her chest rise and fall with her exasperated sigh.

"This is an insult to my intelligence," Agatha grumbled, crossing her arms.

Rio chuckled softly. "Oh, Aggie, just relax. The baby likes it."

Agatha huffed but didn’t argue.

You were nestled against her, your head resting on her chest, listening to the steady, reassuring sound of her heartbeat. Rio’s arm draped lazily around your waist, holding you in a way that was both protective and effortless.

Agatha’s floral robe was loose, just enough for you to see the curve of her breasts, her nipples stiff from the air conditioning, calling you to bury your face there—and you did.

"Oh." Agatha’s gasp was quiet, almost silent, but you felt her chest rise and fall beneath your head, as if she were surprised by your gesture.

You burrowed deeper against her, your warm breath fanning over her exposed skin. Her robe had fallen open just enough, and the velvety touch of her bare breast against your cheek was irresistible. So warm. So comfortable.

You weren’t thinking. The noise of the movie was nothing more than white noise in your mind. This was the surrender they had wanted from you.

What you didn’t notice was the tremor running through Agatha’s body—the way she tensed beneath you, frozen, as you rubbed your chubby cheek against her breast.

You didn’t see the way her chin trembled, nor the way Rio gazed at the scene with quiet adoration. Agatha’s blue eyes darted to Rio’s, as if searching for help.

"She trusts you so much, my love," Rio murmured in quiet reverence, her long fingers absentmindedly stroking your waist. "I think she wants more than just affection."

Agatha swallowed hard.

She could do so many things. Take care of you in so many ways.

But this… this was different.

She closed her eyes for a moment. And then she felt it.

Your lips barely brushed against her sensitive skin.

Almost imperceptible.

But it wasn’t.

Agatha’s eyes snapped open, her heart pounding.

You didn’t know what you were doing. Or maybe… maybe your body knew before you did. Your lips moved against her again, an unconscious, innocent search—devoid of malice. Just a deep, honest need.

Too honest.

Agatha hated that.

"Rio," she whispered, her voice trembling. "This is too much. It wasn’t supposed to happen." Her blue eyes remained fixed on you, her lips saying one thing while her body screamed the opposite.

Rio leaned in, resting her chin on her wife’s shoulder. "I know. It definitely wasn’t supposed to happen, but she’s so—"

As if feeling the same, Agatha finished the thought. "Ours."

You were a tiny bird curled against her chest, small and fragile. Completely surrendered, eyes closed in deep relaxation, a primal instinct guiding your movements.

And Agatha felt fear.

Fear of responding to it.

Fear of hurting you.

Because no one had ever given you this before, had they?

No one had ever held you like this, made you feel protected without demanding anything in return.

You never had a mother to rock you to sleep, to cradle you, to whisper that everything would be alright.

But Agatha was here.

And now, you were here.

In her arms.

You breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of lavender and damp earth. Her scent. And when you nuzzled closer, Agatha’s body shivered faintly, her eyes widening for a heartbeat.

Rio watched it all, her hand caressing her wife’s waist, lips brushing her shoulder—her gaze brimming with pride and awe.

Time seemed to slow.

Agatha’s heart pounded, but she didn’t pull away.

She allowed it.

You didn’t notice her arms tugging you closer, nor her trembling sigh as she leaned deeper into the bed’s headboard.

“Good girl,” Agatha murmured, almost unaware she’d spoken.

And you didn’t hear it. Because in that moment, your mind drifted, tangled in untouched comfort.

A nest of baby birds.

And so, you slept.

[...]

The first thing you notice upon waking is the warmth. The soft sheets around you, the comforting weight of the blanket, the subtle floral scent—lavender, perhaps—mingled with something warmer, woodier. Rio’s scent.

You blink slowly, eyes still heavy with sleep. The room is bathed in dim light, illuminated only by the glow from the open bathroom. The distant sound of running water tells you Agatha is inside.

But here, in bed, it’s just you and Rio.

She sits beside you, wrapped in a navy silk robe, her hair cascading in messy waves over her shoulders. Her long fingers trail lazily along your arm, a protective, drowsy touch.

“Good morning, darling,” she murmurs, her voice a sleep-roughened whisper.

You blink again, trying to shake off the fog. Your head feels heavy. Your body, too.

Rio notices.

“Feeling alright?” The concern is there, in her soft voice, in the tilt of her head as she studies you.

You open your mouth to answer but hesitate.

You feel… weightless.

Floating somewhere unfamiliar. As if something important had been left behind, just out of reach.

“I… think so.” Your voice comes out small, hoarse.

Rio smiles, but there’s something in her eyes. Something you can’t decipher. Her fingers glide down to your hip, and instinctively, you shift to get comfortable. But then a sharp twinge.

You whimper, startled by the sudden pain.

Rio’s brow furrows.

“Shhh, easy, little one,” she says, guiding you gently onto your stomach. “Let me see.”

The mattress dips as she moves behind you, and cool air brushes your thighs as Rio lifts the hem of your nightshirt.

Silence stretches.

Then, a sigh.

Rio’s palm skims your skin, tracing the dark bruises you can’t see but can feel.

Her fingertip circles one tender mark, feather-light.

“Does it hurt much?” The question carries a weight you don’t fully grasp.

You hesitate.

“Not much,” you whisper.

Rio doesn’t seem convinced.

But instead of pressing, she leans down and presses a kiss to the darkest bloom on your skin.

A gesture so unexpected, so tender, your chest tightens.

She rests her forehead against your back for a moment, exhaling a long, weary breath—as if wrestling something within herself. Then, against your skin, she murmurs: “You were such a perfect little girl.”

The kisses trail lower, each lingering longer than the last, until she reaches the base of your spine. Her hands grip your hips firmly but gently, balancing control and care.

The kisses grow wetter, slick against your skin.

Rio’s tongue descends like a velvet scalpel, parting your folds, savoring the swollen heat there with agonizing slowness.

First, a vertical stroke—tasting your arousal, teasing the ache—so deliberate you could count every ridge of her tongue.

Your muscles clench, a shiver sparking up your spine. Your mind struggles to process the morning’s sudden intensity.

But Rio seems wide awake.

She spreads your legs wider, exposing you fully.

Her tongue pauses as she sucks your outer lips, already feeling your wetness, the vibration low in her throat.

You feel her breath there, warm and resonant, echoing in your deepest nerves.

When her tongue swipes horizontally—spreading your soaked folds, finding your clit—your hips jerk, fingers clawing the sheets.

“Hmm…” Rio hums against you, her nose nudging your clit as she devours you. “Delicious.” Her voice rasps into your flesh, lips shaping the word against your pulsing core.

You’re lost in sensation. Rio’s tongue at your entrance makes you arch, grinding against her mouth. She rises, sliding between your legs and covering your lips with her hand.

Her palm is warm, firm, the scent of your own arousal on her skin intoxicating.

“Shh, quiet now,” she whispers, her voice a blade of silk. Her hips grind against yours, pelvis pressing your clit with relentless friction. “Aggie will hear.”

The warning stokes your desperation. The thought of Agatha nearby, oblivious, makes your body burn. You writhe, but Rio pins your hips, controlling every movement.

“You like this, don’t you?” Her tone drips with dark amusement. “Like knowing she’s steps away while I make you moan like a little slut?”

Her hips circle slowly, the pressure unbearable. Heat pools, wetness mixing into slick, maddening rhythm.

“But you won’t make a sound,” she growls, eyes locked on yours. “You’ll stay quiet and take what I give. Understood?”

You nod, tears of submission and pleasure spilling over.

Rio smirks, cruel and satisfied, driving you faster toward the edge. Every thrust calculated, every gasp swallowed by her palm—until you shatter, silent and trembling, under her command.

You ache to respond, but your words are swallowed by her hand. Instead, you nod, eyes brimming with tears of pleasure and submission.

Rio smiles, cruel and satisfied, picking up the pace. Her hips crash against yours in a rhythm that makes your body tremble, every movement calculated to push you closer to the edge.

She lowers herself again, attacking your pussy with hunger. The tip of her tongue circles your clit, savoring every drop, until she trails down to the tight ring of muscle—making you gasp in surprise.

“Salty here…” A slow, deliberate swirl around the rim, calculated pressure. “…Sweet here.” She moves back up, latching onto your clit and sucking, her lips sealing like a suction cup.

A sound escapes you, something between a moan and a whimper, your legs trembling but still tense. Rio responds with a muffled chuckle, the vibration traveling through your core like an electric current.

"Relax, darling. It'll feel even better if you relax," she murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak. Her tongue returns to your ass, tracing lazy concentric circles. "Mama wants to taste every inch of you."

When her lips return to your center, it's as if the world stops. Her movements are languid, every touch calibrated to steal sighs and shivers from you.

She drinks you in like the rarest elixir, her hands keeping you pinned in place as her tongue works with precision, bringing you to the brink.

Her fingers slip into your mouth without warning, pressing your tongue down. "Lick. Just like that, good girl." The command comes with a demonstration—her own saliva dripping down her fingers until it lands on your perineum. "Taste yourself, pet."

Your eyes roll back as your tongue swirls around her fingers before sucking them in shamelessly.

"You really are a filthy little slut, huh?" Rio purrs, the words dripping with desire.

Her tongue resumes its merciless assault in a cross-pattern: three tight circles around your clit, one swift flick against your ass, repeating the cycle until your body writhes in unfamiliar pleasure. When you try to close your legs, your knees meet her shoulders—an unmovable barrier.

And then, your orgasm takes you by surprise—a silent convulsion that makes Rio purr her approval against your flesh.

She watches you unravel, her tongue still drawing possessive lines over your hypersensitive skin. She doesn’t pull away; she devours every contraction, every tremor, every drop of you.

When the last shiver leaves you, she rests her chin against your mound, her breath marking your skin with scorching embers.

"My good girl," she whispers, kissing a bruise on your hip as a final seal. "Now. Breathe." She commands.

And you do. Practicing a series of deep breaths until your body settles completely. The woman moves up, climbing over you like a playful predator. She wraps herself around you, resting her head on your shoulder.

Your body still trembles when Rio glides her hips against yours, until your faces are level. She captures your chin between her thumb and forefinger—brute force disguised as affection—and exhales a warm chuckle over your swollen lips.

"Looks like we found my little princess's new favorite spot," she murmurs, her thumb stroking your lower lip possessively.

You avert your gaze, warmth creeping from your collarbones to your ears, but she catches your face between her palms.

"Oh no. Don’t tell me…" Her feline gaze gleams with wicked amusement. "My baby girl likes getting her ass kissed, doesn’t she?"

Your thigh presses involuntarily against hers, betraying you. Rio smothers a laugh into your neck, her teeth scraping the spot where your pulse races.

"Don’t be shy now, sweetheart," her hand slides between your legs, two fingers tracing through the lingering wetness. "Mama’s already seen it all."

You try to close your legs, but she traps your thigh with her knee, keeping you exposed. Her fingers continue their lazy exploration, drawing invisible patterns over your stomach.

You’re warm, satiated, your body sinking into the soft mattress, muscles still pulsing with the echoes of what she did to you. Her voice is a satisfied purr against your ear.

"Oh. Are you going to resist?" Her tongue traces the shell of your ear, amusement lacing her voice. "Want me to do it all over again? Maybe with a little help from Aggie this time…"

The mention of Agatha sparks something in you. Your body trembles, a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. Rio notices, of course she does. She chuckles, that low, dragging sound that makes your skin prickle.

"Kidding, pet. Now it was just us." Her fingers now toy with your hair, twisting sweat-dampened strands between them. "But next time..." She leaves the thought lingering like a forbidden secret.

Your heartbeat quickens, the suspense coiling tight in your throat.

"Next time," she breathes against your skin, kissing your damp forehead, "you’ll beg for it."

You swallow hard. Rio feels it. Absorbing your reaction like a fine wine, her dark eyes gleaming with delight. Her fingers trail down your stomach, playing there as if she could rekindle the fire that had barely faded.

She sighs, dreamily. "Until then, I’ll have to content myself with dreaming about that desperate little face you make when you’re full of me. That’s all I’ll be able to think about in Paris."

Your body is still warm, languid, but that word makes your chest tighten. Your eyes open slowly, brows knitting slightly.

"Paris?"

Rio lifts her head, her gaze dancing over you, assessing your reaction. "Oh. Sweetheart. Mama has to travel today."

The heat in your body seems to drain, replaced by a strange emptiness. Your stomach twists with that childish feeling of abandonment, like someone yanking a blanket away without warning.

Rio sees it. She always sees it.

Before you can even try to hide, she slides over you, covering your smaller frame with her own, nuzzling against your chest. Dark strands of hair fall over her face as she presses a lingering kiss to your jaw.

"Hey, don’t make that face," she murmurs against your skin. "Just a few days. And I’ll be back, hmm?"

You bite your lip but say nothing. Rio sighs dramatically, nuzzling her nose against your neck.

"You're making me want to cancel my flight, babygirl…" She lifts her head, the teasing glint in her eyes softened by something more tender. "But I can’t."

At that moment, the bathroom door opens, and Agatha steps out, wrapped in nothing but a silk robe. She towels her damp hair with slow, practiced movements until her sharp gaze lands on you.

Her expression shifts instantly.

"Hey. What did you do to the baby?" Her voice slices through the air, laced with mild accusation as she narrows her eyes at Rio.

Rio raises her hands in mock innocence. "Nothing! I just told her about the trip."

Agatha narrows her eyes before looking back at you—still curled in Rio’s arms, lips unconsciously pouting.

"Hmmm." She walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge, her warm hand resting on your knee. "I don't like seeing you like this, my dear." Her voice dropped, a soft tone she rarely used. "Do you want a little cuddling?"

You didn’t answer, only sinking further into the bed. Agatha exchanged a meaningful look with Rio before pulling you against her chest, holding you close.

Rio watched with a small smile, then murmured playfully, "Looks like someone will have to make up for my absence..."

Agatha scoffed, but her arms tightened around you, her nose brushing against your hair as she whispered, "You know I know how to take care of her."

And for a moment, your heart slowed, comforted by their warmth. Even with the weight of the farewell, there was something undeniably safe in that moment.

"I know you do, Aggie." Your mama moved closer to Agatha, wrapping her arms around her neck. "But remember to be more understanding, yes?"

Agatha let out a theatrical sigh but didn't complain. On the contrary, her hands traced soft patterns on your back, and when Rio pulled away, her arms remained around you.

"I'm not going to be cruel, if that's what you're implying."

Rio laughed, kissing her wife's shoulder before slipping out of bed. "Oh, I know. You like to pretend you're tough, but you're a marshmallow inside."

Agatha rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Her chin rested on top of your head, and for a moment, you stayed like that, in a comfortable silence, where only the sound of steady breathing and shared warmth filled the space.

Rio stepped away, beginning to get dressed, and Agatha sighed softly before shifting, pulling you up to sit on the bed. "Come on, baby. We can't spend the whole morning under the covers."

The thought of leaving the safety of her arms was far from appealing, and you groaned in protest, making Agatha chuckle. "It’ll be good for you, my dear," she assured you, her blue eyes shining with affection. "We'll have breakfast at a nice place before taking your ungrateful mama to the airport."

Rio, already dressed and touching up her makeup in the mirror, arched an eyebrow with a smirk. "Ungrateful? After everything I've done for you two?"

Agatha stood up and walked to the closet, the sound of hangers scraping echoing. She returned to the room with a white button-up shirt. And suddenly, you remembered the day you first met.

"Yes, yes, you gave us unforgettable moments. Now put this shirt on and shut up."

You couldn’t help but smile a little, even if the melancholy still lingered over you like a persistent shadow. You stood up, feeling your balance falter as your feet touched the floor.

The sound of hangers moving filled the room again, making you step closer to find the woman, her brow furrowed, focused on finding something for you to wear.

"Something comfortable, right? Nothing too tight... after the night you had, I don’t want anything making the bruises worse."

Your face heated up, and Rio let out a low chuckle behind you. Agatha shot her wife a sharp look but softened when she turned back to you.

She walked back, holding out a pair of knit shorts and an oversized cotton shirt—soft fabrics, perfect for not aggravating your sensitive skin.

"Come here, little one. Mommy’s going to help you."

There was something so tender in the way she held the fabric, in the blue-gray eyes watching you with patience. As if she knew exactly what to do to make you feel better, without having to say a word.

[...]

The silence in the car was heavy—something dense and alive, clinging to you like a damp blanket. You still felt small, curled into yourself, submerged in the haze of what had happened the night before.

They had been harsh. And they had put you exactly in your place.

You knew that was why Agatha kept stealing glances at you through the rearview mirror, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she finally gathered the courage to speak.

“So… have you decided what you’re having for breakfast?” The attempt at lightness sounded almost rehearsed.

You blinked slowly, still feeling the weight of your voice before answering, hoarse from so much silence. “Chocolate waffles?”

A nervous little laugh escaped Agatha. “Don’t you think that’s a bit too many calories for the morning, honey?”

Too many calories. Too much sugar. If Agatha had it her way, you wouldn’t eat sugar for a long time. Maybe ever. But you only shrugged, too drained to argue. You turned to the window, watching the city blur past as the car moved forward.

The woman behind the wheel huffed, rolling her eyes before letting out a resigned sigh. “Chocolate waffles it is, then. As long as you order a fresh juice with it.”

Rio smiled beside her, a look filled with something that almost seemed like confidence. As if she were silently saying: You know how to take care of her too. You can do it.

And Agatha wanted to believe that. Wanted to trust that she could keep you under control, that she could handle you on her own.

But it was always easier when Rio was there, her presence serving as an anchor, a balance. With her leaving, only doubt remained.

Should she give in to everything you wanted? Should she remain firm and pretend she wasn’t affected?

But when she looked at you through the mirror again, what she saw made her swallow hard. You looked so... small. Not just physically, but emotionally. So fragile, lost inside something she couldn’t name.

Agatha had never liked feeling out of control.

But what scared her now wasn’t the thought of losing control.

It was the thought of losing you.

The café’s atmosphere was cozy, a refuge of tranquility amid the movement around the airport.

The scent of fresh coffee and warm bread lingered in the air, and the distant hum of conversations created a comforting background melody.

You leaned back in your chair, cutting a generous piece of your waffle before bringing it to your mouth. The sweet taste of chocolate mixed with the slight tang of orange juice on your tongue—a soothing combination.

Across from you, Rio gestured as she spoke about Vision.

“You know how he is. Drama in human form. This exhibition is going to be the event of the century for him. It’s not enough to be a gallery show—it has to be a spectacle, a manifesto about art and existence…” She rolled her eyes, amused. “If I weren’t so involved, I think just hearing him talk about it would already exhaust me.”

Agatha, sitting beside you, gave a small smile, stirring sugar into her coffee without really paying attention to the drink. She seemed restless. You knew your mommy liked Vision, but her mind was elsewhere. On you. On what it meant to be alone with you for the next few days.

And then, between bites, you asked, taking a big piece of your waffle:

“Which piece did you choose to exhibit?”

Rio paused, her eyes dancing with a mysterious glint before answering.

“Involuntary Sacrifice.”

Oh.

Your fork froze midair. You swallowed the sweetness with difficulty, as if something had caught in your throat.

The painting of the lamb.

Your heart skipped a beat, your hands suddenly colder around your utensils. You remembered it perfectly.

The white lamb, almond-eyed and golden-fleeced, collapsed beneath the paws of two wolves—one black as pitch, the other streaked with silver. The predators’ jaws buried in its neck, but the animal’s expression wasn’t one of agony.

The lamb’s lips were slightly curved.

Was the lamb suffering or surrendering?

Pain or pleasure?

And flashes of that night burned through your mind. The vibrator. Rio grinding against your skin. Agatha’s hand tightening around your throat. The overwhelming orgasm that wrecked you that night.

Pleasure.

Without a doubt.

You shifted in your seat, uneasy at the thought of the painting being displayed, exposed to strangers’ eyes.

That piece… was about you.

About them.

About what it meant to be caught between Agatha and Rio, surrendered to desire, to obedience, to belonging.

Rio noticed your hesitation and smirked, as if she had expected this reaction. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm, gazing at you with that lazy, satisfied expression only she had.

“I knew that painting would become something big.” She tilted her head, tracing invisible patterns on the table with her finger. “Everyone will look at it and see something different. Sacrifice, surrender, domination… I like that. I like what it provokes.”

Agatha, silent until now, only sighed, bringing her cup to her lips. “Frankly, that choice is reckless. You know what art stirs in people.”

Rio chuckled softly. “Exactly, my love. That’s why I chose it.”

You looked away, feeling a strange heat creep up your chest.

You knew your relationship could never be exposed. You would always be their dirty little secret.

But this… This was too vulnerable. Too intimate.

And yet…

The idea of everyone seeing that painting, admiring something that belonged to you three… It made something twist deep inside you.

Rio noticed. And, of course, she loved it.

The boarding gate felt like it was swallowing the last bit of joy inside you. The weight of the goodbye pressed on your chest, turning each second into a suffocating void.

You held Rio’s hand tightly, as if you could stop her from leaving.

“Mama…” Your voice wavered, trembling slightly. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, but it refused to go away.

Rio smiled, leaning in to cradle your face between her hands. Her brown eyes studied every detail of you, as if she wanted to etch them into her memory.

“Shh… Mama promises she’ll video call you and Mommy every day.”

She tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, wiping the heavy tears from your cheeks. “We’ll talk about our days. Mama will never leave you, darling. Never.”

Her words were a balm to your aching soul.

And yet, you didn’t want to let her go. Your chest still ached, and your body still resisted the idea that, for the next few days, Rio would be far from you.

But her gaze—warm, unwavering, filled with an unbreakable promise—was enough to calm the storm inside you.

Rio kissed your forehead, your eyelids, and finally, your lips, with tenderness.

“I’ll be back before you even notice. Be good for Mommy, hmm?”

You nodded slowly, without confidence but without the courage to contradict her. The sound of the final boarding call echoed through the airport, and Rio let out a sigh before stepping away.

Her fingers slid over yours until the contact disappeared completely. She cast one last glance before vanishing among the passengers.

The emptiness spread through you instantly. The weight of her absence had already settled in, bringing a sense of abandonment you fought not to drown in.

"I'm going to miss her…" you whispered, your shoulders dropping slightly.

Before you could lose yourself too much in that feeling, Agatha pulled you into a firm, comforting embrace.

The familiar, warm, floral scent wrapped around you completely, bringing silent solace.

"I know, baby." Her voice was softer than usual. "But she'll be back soon. And in the meantime, I… mommy will be here."

It was hard for Agatha to say that. You knew and appreciated it.

You sighed against her coat, absorbing her presence. Taking a deep breath, you straightened up, wiping your face with the back of your hands, and tried to offer her a smile.

"I… I'm glad you're here."

Without caring about the glances around, her fingers slid under your chin, tilting it up gently.

Her thumb traced a slow path over your cheek, wiping away any lingering tears. "Of course you are. You wouldn’t survive without me, baby."

The smug tone in her voice made your heart warm. It was Agatha’s way of saying she was there.

And that she was staying.

A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes, and for a moment, you wondered if she would forget completely where you were and pull you into a kiss right then and there.

But instead, she massaged the palms of your hands, her touch deliberately slow. "Come on, little one. We have a long day ahead."

You nodded, and with one last glance at where Rio had disappeared, you let Agatha guide you out of the airport.

The car was already waiting, ready to take you to the recording studio. Today would be long. A big scene was approaching, and you needed to be focused to please her.

You knew just how severe your mommy could be.

But in that moment, the warmth of Agatha’s hand against yours was enough to keep your heart beating in your chest.

~*~

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ALL MINE II, TEE HIGGINS.

pairing⠀⁎⠀tee higgins x reader. word count⠀⁎⠀6.2k.

summary⠀⁎⠀though tee has been nothing short of an angel, you can't help the urge to stay alert. one foot out the door is the accusation that leaves tee's lips. eager to prove him wrong, you don't anticipate a blast from the past that challenges your trust.

author's note⠀⁎⠀i said tonight and technically it is still "tonight" :), don't look too closely, i'll edit later <3 warnings⠀⁎⠀18+ mdni, some angst, jealousy, jealousy, semi-public sex, dirty talking

"You know what's funny?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she sat on the edge of the bed. Tee, sprawled out on the mattress, looked over at her with a quizzical expression. The bed dipped as she crawled over to him, slinging her right leg over his torso. His hands found their way to her waist, holding her in place as she leaned in closer. "How you're all 'Mr. Perfect' now," she continued, her breath hot on his skin. "Makes me wanna find something, anything, to mess up this pretty picture you're painting."

Tee's smile faltered though it soon returned near immediately. "What does that mean?" he asked, his thumbs rubbing circles into her skin. Her lips pursed into a suppressed smile as she leaned in closer, her head nestling in the crook of his neck. The words slipped from her mouth as she strategically avoided his gaze, "I'm waiting for you to fuck it up."

The room went silent. Tee's hands stilled. She could feel the sudden tension in his muscles, the tightening of his grip as his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her against him. "Why?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble. "You think I'm gonna go back to that?"

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. "I don't know," she admitted, finally meeting his gaze. "It's just… old habits die hard?"

"Old habits die hard? Is that what you said?" Tee's voice was a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Baby, you know me better than that. I changed, you changed. Why can't we just live in the moment?" He gently turned her chin towards him, forcing her to meet his eyes. "I'm not that dude no more. I told you, I’m all about you, about us."

She sighed, biting her lip as she studied his expression. "It's just hard to trust, you know?" She whispered. "I want to believe you, I really do. But it's like… I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop."

His jaw tightened, but Tee's eyes remained soft as he stared into hers. "I get it," he said, his voice thick with understanding. "But I need you to tell me what you thinkin' about, what you feelin'. I can't read your mind, baby." He leaned in, his breath warm on her ear. "If you don't believe me, you gotta tell me. That's the only way we can get past this."

She nodded, feeling the weight of his words. She knew he was right, but it was easier said than done. She didn't want to be that girl, the one always looking for drama, always expecting the worst. But years of heartache had a way of leaving scars that didn't just disappear overnight. "I know…" she sighed, her head falling to his chest. "It's just…"

Tee leaned down and kissed the top of her forehead. "I'll wait," he said, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet of the room. "But you gotta talk to me."

She nodded as if ready to end the conversation there. But he could feel the tension in her body, the unspoken words that hovered between them like a thick fog. Tee sat up, bringing her with him so they faced each other. "Look," he said, his hand reaching for hers, "I'm not going nowhere. And I'm not gonna be that guy again. But if you can't trust me, this isn't gonna work."

She continued looking for the lie she was convinced must be there. "It's just hard," she murmured, her voice faltering slightly. "I don't want to hold on to the past, but it's like…it's a part of my image of you. All I can think about is what you did before. How you hurt me."

Tee took a deep breath, his thumb tracing the back of her hand in a soothing rhythm. "I know I hurt you," he said, his voice low and sincere. "But I been showin' you every day since we got back together that I've grown since then. That's what matters now, ain't it?"

She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his. "It is," she murmured. "You have shown me that, I swear."

He didn't respond for a moment, his gaze holding hers. Then, with a hum of vulnerability he spoke. "I won't lie, it hurts that you can't fully trust me yet, you know? Like, I get why, I'm not gonna act like I don't." His grip on her hand tightened, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed deeply as if collecting his words. "I been trying so hard to make this right. To make you happy. That's my number one priority."

Her eyes met his, and she felt a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "It's just…I'm trying to let go of the past, but it's hard when it's all I know." Her hand lifted from his, rising to find his jaw, eyebrows furrowed with a mix of regret and affection. "I love that you've changed, that you're here for me, really here. I want to be all in with you, I do."

Tee leaned into her touch, his eyes closing for a brief moment before he opened them again, his gaze intense. "But you're not, though," he pointed out gently. "You got one foot out the door, waitin' for me to slip up."

She felt her face heat up with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "It's not like that," she protested, pulling away slightly. "I just… I don't know, I guess I'm just scared."

Tee's eyes searched hers, the silence in the room stretching out like a tightrope. "Scared of what?" he asked, his voice soft, his expression open. "Scared that Imma hurt you again? Scared that you're gonna get hurt?"

She took a moment to gather her thoughts. "Both," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "But mostly, I'm scared of being in that situation again, of giving my all to you, and then… nothing."

He hummed lowly, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "Look, I'm not gonna lie," Tee began, his voice measured and calm. "I 'ont know what's gon' happen tomorrow. But I can promise you this: right now, today, every day that I'm with you, I'll do my best to make sure you're happy. And that's all I can do."

She nodded, understanding his perspective, but the fear remained lodged in her chest like a stubborn knot. Tee took a deep breath, pulling her closer to him. "But if you always lookin' for me to mess up," he said, "you're gonna find something, even if it's not there."

"I know," she murmured, burying her face in his neck. "I'm sorry, baby." Her arms wrapped tightly around him, holding on as if he could somehow absorb her fear. Tee held her, his embrace warm and reassuring, until she finally pulled back and took a deep breath.

She felt his eyes on her, studying her before he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "It's okay," he murmured. "We'll get there. Just gotta have faith, baby."

They laid there, in a comfortable silence that spoke volumes more than words ever could. She felt the warmth of his body seep into hers, his heart beating a steady rhythm under her ear. She wanted to believe him, she truly did. And for the next month or so, she tried. But as fate would have it, her trust would be tested in the form of Ja'Marr Chase's big mouth.

"Are you free right now?", the text came through from Ja'Marr. She, knee-deep in both hers and Tee's laundry, sighed before responding with a curt "Yeah, what's up?" She had learned to expect the house calls and the late night needs for adjustments with Ja'Marr, so she was not surprised when he replied, "Do you mind coming over to look at my shoulder again? Been acting up."

She agreed, tossing her phone onto the bed before grabbing her bag of supplies. She knew Tee wouldn't mind, he would probably decide to come over to Ja'Marr's house after his workout anyway. She stepped out of her car, the crunch of the gravel under her sneakers, and made her way to the front door. It was left unlocked, a habit of his that she remembered debating with him in the past, especially with his son running around - literally.

Ja'Marr was sprawled out on his couch, a controller in his hands, eyes glued to the TV when she entered. "Yo," he called out, not taking his eyes off the screen. She rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Your biggest fan is here for the week," he added without looking up.

Her biggest fan was seated at his father's feet, a rainbow-colored toy car clutched in his tiny fist as he stared up at her. "Hi Uno," she greeted warmly, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the little boy. He giggled, holding out his arms for her, and she couldn't resist scooping him up into a tight embrace.

Ja'Marr grunted, pausing the game. "Damn, can't even get a proper greeting anymore," he joked, his smile wide.

She playfully glared at him as she carried Uno in her arms, wincing when the two-year-old splayed his entire palm over the center of her face. "I got more important things to do than cater to your ego," she teased, setting the toddler down with a raspberry to his cheek before heading to grab her equipment from her bag.

"Do you mind grabbing the massage table from my trunk?" She called out to Ja'Marr as she disappeared into the kitchen to wash her hands. The house was a typical bachelor pad mess, but she had to admit, it had gotten a bit better since the last time she was here.

The shoulder adjustment didn't take too long, her prior work with Ja'Marr making the process almost second nature. About halfway through, her phone rang with a call from Tee, checking in to see if she was still at Ja'Marr's. She barely processed the invitation extended from Ja'Marr to "come through" before Tee announced he was on his way.

Tee arrived just as she was finishing up with the adjustment, his eyes immediately landing on her, a smile spreading across his face. He leaned down to kiss her cheek, whispering, "You smell good," his breath warm against her ear.

"Thank you, baby," she murmured, turning her head to kiss him sweetly. "Just finished up with your boyfriend if y'all want to get a little date in."

The two men protested with a chorus of "Nahs" and "Come on," playfully bickering like old friends. She couldn't help but smile, the sight of them together bringing a warmth to her chest that she had missed during their time apart. She packed up her things, tossing a wink at Ja'Marr as she packed her table away. Ja'Marr and Tee settled into the couch, already loading up 2K while she set her things down near the doorway.

She made a beeline for the floor where Ja'Marr's son was playing with his toys. Uno looked up at her, his eyes lighting up as he held out a toy car for her to take. "Vroom vroom," he said, making engine sounds, and she couldn't help but laugh as she took it from him. "Thanks, bubba," she cooed, playing along as she made her own car sounds.

For a while, she was perfectly content to ignore the easy conversation between the men as she focused on Uno. The little boy had grown so much in the short time she had known him, and she couldn't help but feel a warmth towards him that was almost maternal. But as the afternoon turned into evening, and the two men's voices grew louder, she couldn't ignore the conversation anymore.

"You remember that party last year?" Ja'Marr said, his voice carrying over the sound of the video game. Her hand froze mid-air, the toy car hovering in front of Uno's face. She glanced over her shoulder, watching Tee lean back into the couch with a smirk.

"Yeah," the older of the two said with a shake of his head. "Shit was crazy."

Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't like where this was going. She turned her focus back to Uno, trying to tune out the conversation. But it was like trying to ignore a siren blasting through the top floor of a library.

"Glad you came to your senses and left that Soraya girl alone," Ja'Marr said, his tone light but his meaning clear. Tee stiffened on the couch, his eyes flicking over to her for a moment before returning to the game.

Her heart sank, the name "Soraya" echoing in her ears. She didn't react, instead, her eyes remained focused on the toddler, pushing the toy car across the floor, trying to keep her emotions in check. She was overreacting, she told herself. It's just a name. But the way it rolled off Ja'Marr's tongue, so casually, so familiar, felt like a knife twisting in her stomach.

Tee had assured her that his past was just that, his past. But here it was, slapped in her face without warning. She took a deep breath and continued playing with Uno, trying to ignore the conversation she hadn't wanted to hear. But the more she tried to push it away, the more it intrigued her.

"Man, she was crazy," Tee muttered under his breath as if hoping she wouldn't be able to make out his words. But she heard them, loud and clear.

"Remember when she showed up at the game? She had on your jersey and shit," Ja'Marr said, his laughter bellowing through the room. Tee's eyes flickered towards her again, but she kept her gaze on the floor, playing with Uno's toys, coaxing him to speak to her in that darling baby drawl of his.

Her boyfriend tsked under his breath. "Had my momma lookin' at me sideways, too," he added, shaking his head with a grin. "But she's ancient history. What's good with you and your girl, though?"

And just like that, the two of them moved on from the subject of Tee's… whatever "Soraya" was to him, diving into the stats of some new wideout at Alabama. Her mind, however, remained stuck on the unfamiliar name uttered so familiarly by her boyfriend and his friend. Who was she? Why did she still linger in the background of their conversations? Why did it feel like a secret she wasn't allowed to know? Her curiosity grew with every mention, a thorny vine wrapping around her heart and piercing it with doubt.

The sun set completely by the time the toddler started yawning. His sleepy whining alerting Ja'Marr to the time. "Looks like it's bedtime for my little man," he said, standing up and reaching for Uno. She took it as her cue to leave, standing from her spot on the floor and brushing off her jeans. She turned to look at Tee a soft, "You ready to go?", slipping from her lips.

Tee nodded, turning off the game and calling out a 'goodnight' to Ja'Marr who was busy wrangling his namesake upstairs. The drive home was tense, the usual playful banter replaced by a thick silence that she was afraid to break. When they pulled into the driveway, she turned to him, hesitating before she finally dared to ask, "Who's Soraya?"

He took a moment before responding, his eyes on the dark house in front of them. "Soraya was…someone I was seeing last year," Tee said carefully, his voice measured. "It's not something I talk about because it's not important anymore. It's over."

She felt the tension coil around her chest, tightening. "Why would Ja'Marr bring her up then?" she asked, her voice even.

Tee shrugged, his eyes never leaving hers. "Probably just teasin'," he said, his voice casual, but she noticed the slight annoyance around his eyes. "Guys talk, you know how it is."

But she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it. As they walked into the house, she felt a pang of unease that had been absent from their relationship since they had gotten back together. She tried to push it aside, telling herself that Tee had changed, that she had no reason to doubt him. But the name "Soraya" lingered in her mind like a bad taste in her mouth.

She hoped the bad taste would clear with the promise of getting wasted at Ja'Marr's birthday bash. The music was loud, the drinks flowed like a river, and Ja'Marr was the star of the show, surrounded by his closest friends, basking in the adoration. She hovered on the edge of the festivities, finding a familiar group of girls she'd met at previous parties. They were all dressed to the nines, sipping cocktails, and sharing gossip that she was only partly able to follow.

And then she saw her. A woman with honey-colored skin and long, sleek hair dangling down her back sailed over to their little clique. One of the girls to her right, a tanned girl named Nayeli, practically squealed when she saw the newcomer. "Oh my god, Soraya! You're here!"

Soraya.

The name hit her like a sledgehammer to the chest, her eyes widening as she took in the woman's beauty. She had the kind of confidence that was magnetic, that made the room tilt on its axis just a little. She was dressed in a red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her movements were cat-like, dripping with pure seduction. She felt a flash of jealousy so intense it was almost blinding when Soraya drew closer.

The woman's makeup was impeccable, highlighting her high cheekbones and plump lips that curled into a knowing smile as she greeted the group. The skin of her cheek pulled into a perfectly round dimple as she leaned in to kiss Nayeli on the cheek. As if her perfection couldn't get any more annoying, She noticed that she smelled like heaven, a scent that was a mix of vanilla and jasmine that lingered in the air long after she had moved on from the spot.

The conversation shifted to lighter topics as the group of girls chatted and laughed, but she couldn't focus. Her mind was racing with thoughts of Tee and Soraya, wondering what they had shared, how she had made him feel, and why she was still here, still a part of their lives in some way. It was like a slap in the face, a stark reminder of the fears she had been trying so hard to bury.

A strong hand settled onto her shoulder, and she looked up to see Tee's concerned gaze. "You okay, baby?" he shouted over the music, his voice a lifeline in the storm of her thoughts. She forced a smile, nodding as she took a deep breath. He handed her a drink to replace the one she hadn't touched, his thumb brushing her knuckles in a silent gesture of reassurance.

"Thank you," she hummed, laughing as he puckered his lips at her. She took the hint, smiling in the kiss they exchanged, hoping it was enough to cover up her turmoil. Tee leaned down and whispered into her ear, his voice low and steady. "You know I'm all yours, right?" His breath tickled her skin and sent a shiver down her spine.

She nodded again, taking a sip of her drink to wash away the bitter taste. If the question was any indication, he noticed Soraya from across the room—or smelled her—at any rate, he knew she was here, and that was enough for her to feel uneasy. She watched as Tee turned to return to the guys, his tall frame and easy smile drawing in their attention. She tried to lose herself in the party chatter, but the conversation kept drifting back to Tee, and with it, the specter of the woman he hadn't quite left behind.

"You got a good one, girl," a sugar-sweet voice cooed from across the small seating area. She felt the temperature in the room drop a few degrees. She turned around to see Soraya lounging on the couch opposite hers, a knowing glint in her eye. "Tee's the best, isn't he?"

The mention of Tee's name in that seductive tone was like nails on a chalkboard to her. She took a deep breath, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, the best," she responded, keeping her tone neutral, scrunching her nose with a faux smile.

Soraya leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I know, right?" she said, her voice low, a conspiratorial whisper. "The way he moves, the way he looks at you—it's like he can't get enough." She felt a cold shiver run down her spine, not from the compliment, but from the way Soraya's eyes seemingly danced with the memory of a shared past. "But, you know, we had some fun times too," Soraya added, her words dripping with insinuation.

"I heard some of those 'fun times'," Nayeli giggled, nudging Soraya with her elbow. "Remember that time at the pool party?"

Soraya's smile grew wider, a hint of triumph in it. "Oh, yes," she purred. "You would know, huh?"

"Know what?" she questioned, her voice tight, her heart hammering in her chest like a drum. She didn't want to play this game, didn't want to know the details of Tee's past conquests, especially not with this woman.

Soraya's eyes sparkled with glee. "How good he is, puts in the work for sure. Like that one night, when…" Soraya leaned in closer, sharing intimate details about her past with Tee that made her mouth go dry. The other girls giggled, adding their own two cents about their observations of Tee—and all of his features—to the mix. Her grip on her drink tightened, the cool plastic slipping in her hand.

The conversation grew increasingly explicit, each detail about Tee's prowess making her stomach turn. She didn't know if she was angrier at Soraya for flaunting it or at herself for letting it get to her. But she knew she had to get out of there. Immediately.

She threw back the rest of her drink, standing from her seat abruptly. "Excuse me," she mumbled, pushing past the group of women, their giggles and whispers trailing her like a dark shadow. Tee was still in the middle of the room, surrounded by his friends, their laughter and camaraderie cutting through the air.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she approached, the music seemingly louder with every step. He saw her coming, his eyes widening slightly before he excused himself from the group. "You okay?" he asked, his voice cutting through the noise.

"No, let's go," she said, her voice firm and urgent. She didn't bother hiding the agitation in her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. He looked at her, his expression a mix of confusion and concern.

"Aye, you good?" he shouted over the bass-heavy music.

Her face hardened. "Let's go," she said again, her voice harsher this time. Tee searched her eyes, the smile slipping from his face. He knew that tone. Something was wrong. He nodded, following her through the crowd of partygoers without a second glance.

She stomped off to the bathroom on the far end of the venue where the music was just a throb in the walls. Tee followed, his eyes never leaving her figure as he navigated the crowded space, his concern growing with every step. Once inside, she locked the door and turned to him, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt.

"Why is she here?" She spat out the words, her eyes narrowed. "Who the fuck invited her?"

Tee leaned against the sink, his face a mask of calmness. "It's a party, baby. People bring people. People show up. Ion see why it's a big deal."

Her jaw clenched. "It's a big deal because she's your ex-whatever. And she's telling people I don't know what you're packing. In front of me!"

Tee sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Baby, she just talkin' shit. We're not together no more. I ain't bring her here. Why does it matter?"

"It matters because you didn't tell me about her!" Her voice grew louder with every word, her eyes brimming with a well of tears. "You promised you'd be honest with me, and here she is, flaunting herself like you don't have a girlfriend at home!"

Tee's expression shifted, the weight of her accusation sinking in. He took a step closer, his voice soothing. "Baby, I ain't with her. That's ancient history." His hand reached out to cup her face, but she flinched away, the warmth of his touch feeling foreign in the coldness that had seeped into her bones.

"It doesn't feel like it," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "She was talking about you like she knew you better than I do."

Tee's eyes softened, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped her eye. "Baby girl, that's not true. I'm with you now, and I'm all yours. I'm sorry she made you feel that way."

She remained quiet for a moment, staring at her own reflection in the mirror, the harsh bathroom lights highlighting the doubt etched on her face. Tee's hand hovered in the air before falling to his side, his expression a mix of regret and confusion.

"This shit bothers you that much? I ain't even talked to her in damn near a year," Tee said, his voice low and soothing, trying to calm the storm brewing within her. But she couldn't help the insecurity that washed over her. She knew Tee had been with other women before her, been with women after her, but she didn't want to be reminded of it, not when she was still trying to trust him again.

"Talk to me," Tee urged, his voice a gentle whisper that barely penetrated the wall of anger and hurt that she had built around herself. "What do you need from me? Tell me what I gotta do to make this right."

"Fuck me," she murmured, turning away from the mirror to meet Tee's eyes.

A smirk spread across his face, separating his plump lips, revealing a set of teeth so white they looked like they'd been dipped in a vat of bleach. "Is that right?" He leaned in closer, his breath a sweet mix of alcohol and mint. "You want me to fuck you right here? Right now?"

She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yeah," she said firmly. "Prove to me that I'm the only one who matters."

Tee studied her for a moment, the smirk never leaving his face, before he stepped closer, his body pressing into hers, the heat of him seeping into her skin. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You always been the only one who matters," he whispered, his hands sliding around her waist before trailing down her backside to squeeze her ass. "But I can prove it to you. That's what you want, right, baby?"

Her breath hitched in her throat as his words sent a bolt of desire through her. She nodded again, her voice barely a whisper. "Fuck me, please," she said, her eyes locked on his, the honey specks in his irises dancing in the dim light.

Tee didn't waste another second. He picked her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as his mouth claimed hers. His kiss was a declaration of war against her insecurities, a fiery promise of his devotion. He turned her around, pressing her against the wall of the bathroom, the cool plaster a stark contrast to their heated bodies. His hands found the hem of her dress, hiking it up to expose her bare thighs. The fabric of his jeans scraped against her skin as he positioned himself, his erection pressing into her.

Her legs tightened around him, urging him closer. He broke the kiss just long enough to unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper, freeing himself. She could feel him, hot and hard, against her, and she couldn't wait any longer. He slammed into her, her back arching with a gasp that was swallowed by his mouth. The bathroom door rattled with the force of their collision, the sound lost in the thunderous bass of the music outside.

"Fuck!" Her voice was muffled by Tee's mouth as he drove into her, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was as old as their relationship. He held her tightly, his hands digging into her flesh as he claimed her over and over again, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing off the bathroom walls.

His pace was agonizingly slow. The delicious roll of his hips against her made her toes curl in her heels and she could feel her nails digging into his shoulders. But she didn't care. All she cared about was the way he was looking at her, like she was the only woman in the world, like he hadn't ever been with anyone else. Like she hadn't pushed him away two years ago and allowed him to be ensnared in a trap of vanilla and jasmine scented seduction.

Her own hands slid down his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his shirt as he moved, the warmth of his skin setting her alight. She could feel herself getting wetter with every stroke, her body begging for more, for him to go faster, harder. But he held back, keeping the rhythm slow and steady, as if he knew that's what she needed to feel safe in his arms again.

"You feel that?" He muttered against her neck, his teeth sinking into the brown flesh before his tongue swiped the bite, soothing the sting. "It's just us, baby. Just you and me. Nothing else matters." His words were a salve to her soul, a declaration of love and lust that she desperately needed to hear in that moment.

"Just me?" She asked, her voice shaky, her arms holding onto him for dear life.

Tee nodded, his thrusts never faltering, his grip on her thighs tight. "Always just you," he murmured, his breath hot on her neck. Her eyes rolled back as she felt herself climbing closer to the edge. She clung to his neck, her nails digging into his skin as she whispered sweet, near-silent pleas for him to go faster.

"Always," he murmured again, his voice thick with passion as he slammed into her, the word a promise that echoed through her entire body. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back against the wall with a thud as she gave in to the sensation. Tee's hands roamed over her, his thumbs brushing against the wetness between her legs, teasing and playing with her clit.

She took in a deep breath, her chest heaving as sweat began to trickle down the side of her face. "Fuck me harder," she begged, her voice strained, and Tee didn't hesitate to comply. He picked up the pace, his hips slamming into hers with a ferocity that made her legs shake. The music outside grew fainter as their breathing filled the small space, the only sound in the world the wet slap of their bodies coming together.

"I love bein' in this fuckin' pussy," Tee groaned, his voice gruff as he slammed into her, his hands digging into her ass as he pulled her closer. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her climax approaching, the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

"You feel so good baby, god - so, so, so good," she panted against his ears. His thrusts grew deeper, more urgent, as if driven by her words. The bathroom was their own little world, the party forgotten, the whispers of the past just that—whispers.

He kissed and licked along her neckline, his teeth scraping her sensitive skin as he found his rhythm. She could feel the tension in him, his muscles tightening as he pushed deeper into her. "Never gave it to nobody how I give it to you," he muttered, his voice a low, guttural rumble that made her shiver. "Nobody ever had me like this. You drive me fuckin' crazy. Can't think straight when you ain't around. Can't think straight when I'm inside you either."

"Tee," she moaned, her voice a plea for more.

"Hmm. That's it, baby, say it louder," Tee urged, his own voice strained as he felt his climax approaching. "Let me hear you scream my name." His hand moved to find her mouth, his middle and ring finger tapping against her bottom lip. "C'mon, open up for me. Need my fingers rubbin' that pretty clit. Wanna see you come apart like you was meant to."

She complied, allowing her lips to part as Tee's fingers slipped inside her mouth. He chuckled darkly when she whined at the loss when he pulled them back. She whispered softly, her eyes snapping open to meet his, the heat of his gaze burning into hers as he kissed her, feeling her tongue against his as his slick hand trailed down to find her clit, just as he said he would.

Her breath hitched, and she gripped his neck tighter as his fingertips began to circle, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure. "Tee," she murmured against his mouth, her hips moving in sync with his, her walls tightening around him.

"Feel good, huh?" Tee said, his voice thick with passion as he worked her body. Her thighs shook in ecstasy as she felt the tension in her core tighten to a near painful point. The music outside was just a faint throb now, perfectly in sync with the throbbing of her own heart.

"Fuckin' amazing," she moaned, her eyes never leaving his. They were a window to his soul, and in that moment, she saw nothing but love and desire for her. It was a heady feeling, one she hadn't felt in a long time, not since before the break-up.

He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth as his fingers worked their magic, setting her body alight. She felt herself climbing higher, her moans growing louder. "I'm gonna come," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea for release.

Tee's eyes darkened, his own need for release mirroring hers. "Go 'head, baby, take it from me," he hummed, his voice a gruff command that sent a bolt of electricity straight to her core. And just like that, she shattered around him, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure as she moaned his name. "Good girl, that's it."

Her orgasm seemed to set him off like a bomb, and with a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside her, his own release spilling into her. They remained there, bodies entangled, for what felt like an eternity, only aware of the passing time from their ragged breathing and the distant bass of the party.

"Damn, baby," Tee whispered against her neck as he slowly pulled out, his hands gentle on her body as he helped her adjust her dress. "You aight?"

She nodded, her legs wobbly as she slid down to stand on her own. She could feel his cum trickling down her thigh, the sticky warmth a reminder of the raw passion they'd just shared. "Yeah," she murmured, her voice still shaky. "I'm good."

Tee stepped back, his chest heaving with every breath, his eyes glued to her face as he zipped up his pants and adjusted his belt. "You sure?"

"Yeah. I just…" She trailed off, not sure how to put her emotions into words. She didn't want to admit that the encounter with Soraya had left her feeling inadequate and insecure. She didn't want to admit that she let her jealousy get the best of her.

"I know," he said, reaching out to pull her into his chest, cradling her head against him. "I know it's hard, but you gotta trust me. That shit with Soraya, it's in the past." He kissed the top of her head, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back. "You're the only one I want, the only one I'm with now."

She took a deep breath, the scent of him mixing with the faint smell of alcohol and sweat. It was comforting, familiar, and it helped to ease the tightness in her chest. "I know," she acknowledged, finally allowing herself to believe him.

They stood in the bathroom for a few moments longer, their bodies still pressed together, their hearts beating in sync. The music from the party grew louder as they stepped out of the small sanctuary and back into the chaos. Tee's arm remained around her waist, a silent promise that he wouldn't let go, that he was there for her.

"I need another drink," she huffed, trying to compose herself as she stepped out of the bathroom, her legs still wobbly. Tee chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest.

"Nah, we're goin' home, baby. I need that ass bouncin' against me ASAP," Tee said with a smirk, his words playful but laced with serious intent. His grip tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to his side as they navigated through the crowd of partygoers.

#&. cassie writes.#tee higgins #tee higgins x reader #tee higgins fic #tee higgins smut #tee higgins imagine #tee higgins fanfic #x black reader #black!reader #black reader

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@nogurlstoyThinking more about it, i should put this disclaimer on the first part, you guys need to separate this as Northuldran and Sami thing in the first place. Yeah Sami is the race part that heavily inspired the Northuldran, but at the end of the day Northuldran is a fantasy native race that they used as representation, so i'll pass the topic about "Diverse Sami" because that's pretty much already out of context. Because i've typed it several times at this point, it is NOT the Sami people that i brough up to but i criticized more on how Frozen 2 brought up Native and/or POC representation in their franchise. So bringing up the topic "Sami people are diverse, some has lighter hair and skin, wide eyes, etc." are not relevant simply because it is clear in Frozen 2, Northuldran are depicted as dark haired (Brunettes), tan skin, high cheekbones, wider nose, and a bit of slanted eyes. Which those are not on Iduna, except the HAIR COLOR. So in Frozen 2, it is as clear as day, that the native Northuldran they shows to us were NOT supposed to be diverse. Those pictures showing Northuldran having lighter hair are mostly just because they were under the sun lightning and my black hair also turned red when i was under the sun, but that doesn't mean i suddenly turned white lol You can't say it's iduna's appearance that can be brushed as an error, because she is an "Already there" character. It's an animation, not an actor being casted for a movie, they decided on concepts and makes them from scraps. Even if Iduna's background was an afterthough, they had several safer routes, but they choose this route, which i find insensitive. Why? Because i view it as in they are making iduna seems like the whitewashed acceptable Pocahontas. And it's not only Frozen 2, i noticed that this things often happens in movie production in Hollywood. I just find it shocking that they are doing it in animation too, and it's Disney. Also, YES, child Iduna was THAT dark. Iduna was as pale as Elsa, lighter that Agnar. She was completly different from her younger look. Child Iduna skin is darker than Agnar. If Iduna's skin could be lighter, even pale, when she got an adult, logically we should see some of the Northuldran has the same shade as Anna or Elsa. Added that they didn't even able to get the sunlight for 2 decades. But none. They are all tanned. As i said above, even Iduna's has none of the Northuldran features except the hair. The diverse that i only notice between the Northuldran are their eyes colors. We can't use the Dangerous Secret book as an argument too, because several reasons like, 1. the book came out much much later after the movie, 2. not all audiences read the book, 3. if it's that important enough then it should be explained in the movie and not the book, 4. the book could be not canon, and 5. this post was made before the book got released. So Iduna being "Different clan" is out of this topic. And i don't mean to phrase it as "I don't want to accept Iduna as Northuldran" but just pointed out how peculiar they designed those Northuldran and made Iduna seems like doing the race-bending here lmao Just look at the picture i put above of Iduna and Honeymaren. They look completly from different race/ethnic. God, 5 years after i posted this and i still have to explain the same thing over and over. I feel like crying is pointless at this point lol

“PART OF THEM”

It still absurd to me whenever i read articles or when Disney said “Idunna is actually native Northuldran”. Like…. Wheeeere?

They portrayed this Northuldran have their own characteristic like higher and prominent cheekbones, wider space between eyes, almond and upturned eyes, wilder nose, stronger jawline, and DARKER SKIN.

And then they show Idunna who is looks like nothing resemble and Northuldran. They tried to show her part of “native” with her darker skin while she was A CHILD like that even not making more laughable.

She have this pretty princess normal Arendelle type face, extremely pale, nothing like the Northuldran. Does our appearance can drastically change depends on where we live? Will i be suddenly have caucasian’s characteristic if i ever move to North Europe?

“Skin can be lighter when you grow up.”

Yeah, then at least we can see some Northuldran have skin as light as Elsa then, especially since they never got the sun touch all this time.

I also find it so ridiculous for the part when Elsa and Anna said they are part of them and the Northuldran suddenly just accept them and be like “the past is in the past, forget that they betrayed us and tried to colonize us” despite they just reach there not even 10 minutes ago.

It’s make me thinking, is that how westerners still see native people? Especially to the place they was trying to colonize?

“We are part of you.” Yeah. I think that’s the magic words it seems. At least that’s what they seems to show in the movie.

Maybe because it’s the easiest way to make a community suddenly fond of you and accepting you (althought it’s tacky indeed.)

If they stuck like that because Idunna’s face already default from F1, they can make the Northuldran’s face looks more like Idunna instead. Or maybe making Agnaar’s mother as the one from Northuldra considering we never saw her and they have more freedom to create new character. Or just not making them related and completly making Arendelle have redemption arc towards the Nortuldran.

Not like making Idunna as part of the Northuldran despote she doesn’t resemble anything from her tribe. What is this? Avatar live action by Night M. Shyamalan?

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here are all of the fics i enjoyed between march 1st-11th 2025! some new, some old. mostly smut so MDNI!

characters: javier peña, joel miller, frankie morales, dave york, marcus acacius

if this works out, i may keep posting these little recaps whenever i have a some recs built up. i wanted to share my thoughts and some quotes instead of just listing the name and author, and i quickly realized a monthly list would be too long for that. i hope you can find some good reads and show the authors a little love!

note to the authors: ilyyy. you all have amazing minds, and deserve so so much appreciation. thank you for sharing your work, and enabling me to read smut instead of watch movies <3 if you were tagged in this and would like to have your work removed for any reason, please let me know!

WARNING: many of these fics contain dark themes that could be triggering. i will try to label accordingly, but PLEASE read the warnings. not all of these are for everyone!

smut- ♡ angst- ★ fluff- ✿ dark- !!

♡ wicked whims by @myownwholewildworld (wc: 1.1k - oneshot)

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

summary: javi catches you playing wicked whims in the sims and decides to make your fantasies a reality.

thoughts: march started out incredibly strong with this absolute banger. this fic IS FOR ME. i feel seen, i feel understood, i feel sexually frustrated. i will be reinstalling wicked whims tonight, consider my first sims 4 phase of 2025 activated.

★ ♡ who will i say goodnight to when you're gone? by @miss-oranje-disco-dancer (wc: 3.6k - oneshot)

pairing: javier peña x reader

summary: you are javi are just coworkers who sleep together, nothing more

thoughts: AGHHH. the smutty angst is so good. i cant put it into words so i’ll just let it speak for itself:

'Maybe Javier kisses because it's the one form of intimacy that doesn't force you to look the other person in the eye. Eyes are the window to the soul, they say. Javi's eyes contain a softness that you cannot find outside of warm summer nights that exist so far in space and time that you can barely reach the memories. He holds hope in his entire body — hope isn't usually a pretty little thing that Emily Dickinson said it was - it's hardened and stubborn, it is the fucking metal bars that keep him here in Colombia despite it all.'

♡ !! nena mala by @pedrosyouknowwhat (oneshot) !! TW !!

pairing: Dark! Javier Peña x Dark! Reader

summary: After the fall of the godfathers, Peña takes his personally desired target.

thoughts: god i love it when javier peña is the worst person ever. hello my old friend, degradation kink.

★ The boyfriend act, part 7: "The one with unexpected visit” by @capuccinodoll (ch wc: 10.4k - series) (★- only angst as of now?)

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

SERIES summary: All you wanted was to get to Austin, but instead of your brother, it’s Frankie —Santi’s best friend, the one you can barely stand— who shows up in Dallas. He’s just doing your brother a favor, but the trip takes an unexpected turn when a stop puts you face to face with your ex — the guy who broke your heart three months ago and is now about to get married.

Out of pride, you blurt out a lie: Frankie is your boyfriend. Surprised but willing to play along, he agrees, with one condition — you must accompany him to his mother’s birthday. His plan? Dodge his family’s meddling and their endless matchmaking schemes.

thoughts: im absolutely obsessed with this series, you really dont want to get me started… this WILL continue to show up in future fic rec posts because it’s so so good omg (read it). if for some reason you’d like to read a more extensive version of my thoughts on this chapter, you can read this incredibly long reblog.

♡ Eight Ball Corner Pocket by @thechaoticcherub (wc: 7.7k - oneshot)

pairing: Jackson!Joel x Plus Size!Reader

summary: Reader goes on a really bad date, Joel steps in to help make her forget it.

thoughts: this was such a lovely read (and so hot omfg). i cannot recommend this enough.

'“Quit it,” He said, “Don’t you think for a single second that you’re the one reachin’ here, i’m old enough to be your daddy and you’re…look at you.” You could see barely controlled lust in his eyes as they roamed over your body and the way he did it didn’t make you feel like he was appraising you to see if you were worth it. He was appreciating you. Appreciating the way your breasts stretched the fabric of your dress and the way you could see the curve of your belly, the way your thighs pressed together. You stared at him, trying to take in the truth of his statement, trying to remember how pretty you had found yourself that morning before you had been reminded of all the insecurities of your teenage years.'

♡ !! because of you by @almostempty (wc: 7k - oneshot) !! TW !!

pairing: dave york x f!reader

summary: You reveal at a party that you've never cried during sex, but Dave is going to fix that for you.

thoughts: ill never forget you, unreliable narrator dave york. the way he obsesses over the reader, picking apart all of their conversations and interpreting everything in his special delusional way. UGH ITS SO GOOD. to keep this part brief, i will simply implore you to READ THIS (after you read the warnings), its brilliant.

'After that night, he notices you change tactics. You feed him little crumbs in every conversation. Leads you know he’ll follow. Hints about the weak spots in your relationship, your unlived dreams, your pent up desires. He knows what you’re asking for. He reads exactly what you’re saying between the lines. His walls are crumbling and it gets harder and harder to be the one solely responsible for keeping the boundaries between you. He compartmentalizes. Conceding. You can have his dreams, his showers, his mornings. Take them. Keep them. But it’s never enough. It grows stronger. To obsession.'

update: the award for the fic i thought about most after reading it goes to this beauty. i admitted in my reblog that i had never seen the equalizer movies, but this made me want to finally watch them so i could appreciate this to its fullest extent, and i did! i also sent this to my friend who doesn't read ppcu fics because its just that good. i'm not getting over this any time soon.

✿ Just Coffee by @daryltwdixon (two parts)

pairing: joel miller x reader

'"Coffee. Just coffee." You could’ve kissed him right then and there. And he was handsome enough that you wouldn’t even have to close your eyes. He must’ve caught the way your shoulders relaxed, how the sigh left your body like a weight lifted.'

♡ Just Coffee II

summary: Joel picks you up after a long day, taking you somewhere small and familiar, where conversation flows as easily as the wine. As the night winds down and Joel insists on driving you home, neither of you are ready to say goodbye quite yet.

thoughts: this healed the ex-barista/assistant manager in me. to put it simply, pt.1 is fluffy joel gold and pt.2 is smutty joel GOLD. chefs kiss.

unnecessary lore drop: i (18 at the time) got asked out by a regular (65) and he DID NOT look like joel miller. maybe gary was the hot old man for someone, but def not for me. the owner of the coffee shop (50, married) had a huge crush on him, so that was amusing i guess.

♡ One Of The Girls by @gothcsz (wc: 1.1k - oneshot)

pairing: Marcus Acacius x F!Reader x 3 F!Nameless OCs

summary: General Acacius has three women that he keeps solely for his indulgent pleasure and control, you want to become the fourth.

thoughts: GORGEOUS. the picture has been painted in my mind and it’s going to haunt me. this is just insane work, really. i need 4 more parts and a few days to recover.

‘The first time you heard whispers of his indulgences, you had thought them scandalous. A man of bloodshed, ruthless on the battlefield, bringing that same ruthless discipline into the bedroom. But when you had seen him that night, wielding pleasure like a weapon, you had known—this was the life you were meant for. Since then, obsession had taken root in you, winding tight around your ribs, pressing against your lungs with every thought of him. You spent your days languishing in fantasies, picturing what it would be like to be one of his girls—to be chosen, touched, tamed.’

♡ First Sight by @gothcsz (wc: 3.5k - oneshot)

pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

summary: Two strangers discover they’ve been swapping movies through a communal space, each leaving a note in return until curiosity forces a meeting.

thoughts: great smut. great banter. HOT. i need that man so bad.

'Things escalate fast. You’re sitting on the couch, the low hum of the movie playing in the background, the two of you exchanging quiet comments between drags of the joint he so effortlessly rolled. The space between you shrinks. His fingers graze your thigh, intentional but unhurried. You don’t remember who moves first. Maybe it’s you. Maybe it’s him. But your bodies are pressed together, mouths hungry, hands wandering. His cap gets flicked off, curls spilling into your fingers as you tug him closer, inhaling the scent of smoke and tasting the candy he’d been snacking on. The movie is forgotten. The joint smolders in the ashtray. You straddle his lap, rolling your hips down, and he groans against your mouth, gripping your waist.'

dividers by: cherry divider- @uzmacchiato, mdni divider- @strangergraphics, red divider- @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

#fic rec list #ppcu fics #ppcu smut #javier peña #javier peña fic #joel miller #joel miller fic #frankie morales #frankie morales fic #dave york #dave york fic #marcus acacius #marcus acacius fic #pedro pascal #smut #my post #fic rec

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