#night shift lyrics edit

[promqueendyke]

lucy dacus / night shift

[lyricallyiinlove]

night shift, lucy dacus

[modedelagauze]

A Weekend's Rest ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: Abby Anderson x f!reader summary: Abby and reader prepare for Lev to stay with Abby for the weekend in Seattle cw: Mostly fluff, Almost smut?? (fondling, hickeys), Surgeon! Abby, College Student! Lev (1.9k) Read the extended version on AO3 HERE

Doorbells seemed to only function within the worst of moments. You were stirred awake by its echo down the eggshell interiors of your girlfriend's home. To your surprise, the burly blonde was sound asleep on your chest instead of being away already, gone early for work. She was smiling in her sleep, absentmindedly running her fingers along your bare skin. You brought up a hand to smooth back her hair for a full view of her peaceful face. The moment was short lived as her newly adopted puppy, Alice, pounced onto the messy sheets of your shared bed, quickly burrowing between the two of you and awakening Abby.

“G’morning,” she yawned into the phrase without opening her eyes. Lacking much effort, the girl shifted to slide one arm over the rambunctious creature, whispering soft words of relaxation and the other arm situated comfortably above your head. Shortly after, her eyes fluttered open. “How long have you been awake?” 

Rubbing your eyes, you answered. “Not very long. Heard the doorbell.” 

After placing a quick kiss on your cheek, Abby pushed herself up from the mattress. “Better go see whatever it was.” You watched the blonde from your elbows as she traveled around the bed and out of the bedroom, how her beautifully defined back was highlighted in the morning light, hair mirroring the sway of her walk. Not long after, you got up to brush your teeth, slipping on the matching shorts of the camisole you routinely slept in. Abby appeared to your left in the reflection of the mirror, standing in the door frame holding a large box. “Has your name on it.” 

As you reached for it from her hands she jerked the box out of reach. “Abby!” you squealed, attempting to save the precious goods from her brutal reign “stop that!” She giggled, holding it over her head and shaking the box a bit. “You are so rude!” 

The blonde then slightly learned down, licking her lips “Maybe for a kiss.”

“Fine.” you sighed, leaning into the girl just close enough for her to lower her guard before snatching your newly found valuables and backing away. In search of a knife to cut the box open you headed into the kitchen. 

“Wow.” The blonde sighed dramatically then trudged into the bathroom to complete her morning routine. 

You heard the girl shout from her bedroom before she reappeared in the corner of your vision. “Your cool, awesome, girlfriend performed numerous successful surgeries last night and you won't even give her a kiss?” She began, leaning on the opposite side of the kitchen island where you were prying open the package. “Real cold, (y/n).”

You rolled your eyes, pointing the knife at the girl for dramatics. “This is a limited edition vinyl, with a poster, postcards, and stickers. You don't get it being this dedicated to something.”

Approaching your figure to press a kiss into your shoulder, she laughed. “Did you forget I’m literally a surgeon? It’s my job to be dedicated.”

You shook your head, lying everything out along the counter as it was carefully unwrapped. “Potato-pohtato.”

Abby pulled away from you, staring blankly at your phone screen which was currently playing random tracks from a playlist featuring music from the artist who’s vinyl you had just obtained. “(y/n) this kind of just sounds like robotic noise,” she laughed dryly. She was very much a classic rock girl through and through. It was actually your second date that she’d dragged you along to an Alice Cooper show and you fell in love with her that very night. 

You giggled at her bewilderment, “You don't get it. Wait for the lyrics to come in.” In the meantime you shifted over to the refrigerator which had been overstocked in preparation for the incoming weekend. Back at the grocery, you'd been sure there was no way in hell so much would fit in the kitchen. “Lev should be here around one yeah?”

Abby shuffled over to the kitchen sink, getting started on yesterday’s mess. “Yeah, I'm thinking we could make cabbage pancakes and tempura shrimp for lunch. Think it could be done in time for him.”

You agreed, ripping open a fresh package of shrimp to begin defrosting, followed by setting cabbage and flour on the counter beside it. You sang along to the music, ‘Relax and ease your mind because you work so much.’ you paused, leaving the open bag of flour unattended for a set of fleeting moments. “You know you really should relax, though.” Sighing, you repositioned yourself to lean against the counter, palms flat against the cold marble at your sides. “I think today is the first time in two weeks that you've been at my side when I woke up.”

Abby turned her head to respond, continuing to finish up the last dirty dish in the sink. “And how do you suggest I do that?” 

You padded over to the girl, wrapping your arms around the her from behind. Resting your head on her shoulder, “I'm not quite sure. I just know that I miss you.” Your neurosurgeon girlfriend-Doctor Anderson, you loved teasingly calling her, had been very hard to get a hold of recently. You loved the way her name rolled off of the tongue. She was sexy as hell in uniform too. On the weekends you'd occasionally turn up to drop off lunch for her. Usually you’d only get in maybe a minute of her attention since it was such a demanding job before she’d be off again with a quick ‘Thank you. I Love you.’ before promptly placing a kiss on your lips then rushing off to wherever she was needed next.

She took your left hand into hers, bringing it to her lips for a kiss on the backside. “I missed you too.”

Abby dipped down to dry her hands on a hanging towel from a neighboring cabinet handle. “Your hands are so cold.” she laughed, turning around to finally engulf you in her heat.

“And you’re always so warm.” You shuddered, settling into her comforting hold as she began peppering kisses along your neckline.

“I bet I could warm you up.” She whispered, resting her chin in the crook of your neck as the two of you swayed to the music, which was now a track from Def Leppard. Her low humming was a special magic to your ears. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

Abby sidestepped your figure, bringing the two of you face to face. Her hands landed on either side of your cheeks, bringing you up into hers for a peck. You could feel her smiling against your lips before another kiss. The girl’s sneaky hands had managed to navigate down your face and to your hips. She muttered quietly for you to jump, catching your form effortlessly as your legs wrapped around her waist in simple muscle memory. Your arms snaked around her neck, kissing deeply and engorging yourself on the blonde as if she’d be gone tomorrow. She backed the two of you up against one of the cabinets which acted as a sturdy backing to distribute your weight when one handed toyed with the camisole hanging loosely on your torso. Her lips attacked the skin behind your jaw, earning a labored moan as she tugged at the strap of your top in an attempt to reveal your taunt nipples.

There was a faint scraping noise, not loud enough to mean anything, but it also sounded an awful lot like a door being tinkered with. “I think I heard something.” You whispered, attempting to separate the girl from your skin.

Now taking her tongue past your collarbone, she was smiling into your skin again. She always thought it was cute how you were so attentive to every detail around you. It was the second night after Abby had moved into her new place that the two of you had fallen asleep watching a horror movie and you were awakened by the sound of falling metal in the kitchen. In fear, you shook the heavy sleeper awake to go check it out only to find that Alice had managed to knock a plate and fork onto the floor and was actively licking both items clean of the earlier dinner’s remnants. She refuted, “It's probably a squirrel or something outside.” Then you both realized it was the echo of both locks unclicking in her front door when you heard it swing open. 

“Abby?” a boy’s voice traveled down the long hall. Delicately, Abby dropped you to your feet before you darted into the nearby guest bathroom, taking a quick moment to put yourself together. The reflection before you was a horror beyond description. Abby had left fresh little splotches along your neck, red with freshness, and your hair stuck out wildly from the claw clip it had once neatly been contained by. Choosing to discard the clip, your hair fell to your shoulders and you played with it, fluffing the dark mass to disguise the indiscreet nature of Abby. During this process you listened to the two of them outside.

“Lev! How did you get here so early?” Abby inquired as you heard the swishing of fabric assumed to be the two hugging. 

Lev’s voice was muffled when he spoke. “Jerry swapped it for a standby so I left an hour earlier. It was supposed to be a surprise, but you didn't answer your phone.” 

 After decidedly spending enough time in the bathroom you peeked around the corner, revealing yourself to Lev. Coming into view, his eyes immediately fixed on you and Abby mirrored him before walking over. “Lev, this is (y/n)”

His slightly annoyed expression grew into a grin, obviously attempting to stifle back a laugh. “Oh, now I know why you were nowhere to be found.”

You giggled, and Abby swatted at the boy’s shoulder. “Lev, you did not just say that.”

His eyebrows raised before shrugging at the girl, “She didn’t do that to herself did she?”

Abby nearly gave you whiplash as she snapped her head around for a look at your neck. You raised your hands in protest. “Hey I tried to cover it up.” Which earned a laugh back from Lev and Abby blushed wildly. She couldn't have her little brother knowing her to be such a vulgar person.

Lev could see this embarrassment and nearly doubled over in laughter. “Abby you're, like, thirty. I don't care.”

She gasped loudly before bringing him in for a bit of rough housing. “You’re four years off!” 

Abby had spent countless hours over the span of your relationship talking about her adoptive brother, describing the intricacies of his character, stressing the most important traits and even the obligatory embarrassing stories that every older sister loves to share. Of course you knew who he was, but to finally have this fabled person materialized in front of you was one hell of an experience. It was exciting and also a little nerve wrecking.

Once the two of them were done, Lev made way for your direction. “It’s good to finally meet you though, (y/n). She won’t shut up about you in the group chat.” What you didn’t know was that Lev had been just as interested in meeting you as you were in him, though he was more concerned with if you were good enough for his big sister to be putting so much time into. 

You turned to the tomato of a girl with a grin plastered across your face, “You’ve been telling your family about me?”

Lev interjected, “All the time.”

You expected the incoming weekend to be one to remember.

[bangaveragewhitewine]

the boy is mine (amy's edition)

Written as part of @carolmunson ‘s the boy is mine writing exercise which is such a fun and gorgeous idea!

wc: 1,800

contents: love-sick best friends turned lovers, set in 1985 (there's an angstier version of this in my drafts...), allusions to sex (nothing explicit), Eddie's boner mention, kissing until your lips hurt

notes: Well, I’d love to lie and say that this was a breeze, but writing has been incredibly difficult for me lately. Fighting with myself comes easier than writing these days, but this is a really fabulous idea. Feeling ✨part of something✨ is really special (and a little daunting). Thank you, Carol 🩷

the scene: a romantic night-in at the trailer. 

the guidelines: prompt, props and dialogue are all here 

April 1985

You watch silver smoke curl and melt into the air as the cigarette burns between Eddie’s lips. The scent of it cuts through the lingering fug of weed and sex and sweat. His hands are busy with pen and paper, jotting lyric ideas into his little notebook.

It feels a little bit romantic that he is so inspired after fucking you.

Your chilly feet rub together beneath the covers. It’s hard to resist the urge to stick them between his shins but you don’t want to ruin his artistic flow by shocking him with your arctic toes. 

Fade to Black plays from the boombox on his messy dresser. Eddie had wound the tape back to restart the almost seven-minute track after the first listen-through and grinned unapologetically when you rolled your eyes at him. His head bobs to the beat as he scribbles and you shift your attention to a particularly perfect curl lying across his shoulder, the dark black ink pressed into his skin.

If your camera were closer, you would snap a picture of him. But for now, you store the image of him away in your mind. In twenty, thirty, forty years, you will remember tonight and smile. There’s a whole life ahead of you to plan with him, and you’re pretty sure Eddie wants in on it too. 

“Your Mama never told you it’s rude to stare, princess?” he asks, rereading what he had just spilled onto the page. He clicks the pen three times before folding the notebook closed. His wave of inspiration has peaked and you are, once again, his sole focus. 

“Maybe. Probably.” You shrug one shoulder before taking the cigarette from between his lips.

The way your lips hug the filter makes Eddie’s body thrum to life all over again. When you lean across him to tap off the ash, he takes his chance to pull you against his chest and lock you into his lap, closer than close. The cigarette is left to burn out as you trade smokey, wet kisses back and forth between smiling lips until you are both laughing at nothing, at everything. At that little whiney noise lodged in the back of Eddie’s throat, and the way he taps the opening bars of Trapped Under Ice against your bare body. 

That throaty, dirty laugh makes you feel warm all over. His cheeks are rosy-warm and cherubic when he smiles at you. You want to nibble them but settle on gentle kisses instead. His eyelids and forehead are next, then his nose, before you work your way back to his lips. It’s a tender moment after those almost unstoppable giggles, rib-aching and eye-watering laughter that comes easy when you’re with Eddie - more free-flowing when you’re still a little bit faded. 

“Want the rest of that pizza?” Eddie asks after a few moments. His mouth has been busy kissing your neck and shoulder, and the way his breath catches on damp patches makes you shiver. 

A few more smiling kisses are traded before you vacate the cocoon of body-warm blankets together to don discarded sweaters and underwear. Eddie glues himself to your back in a penguin shuffle to the kitchenette to raid the forgotten pizza box and the stash of munchie-friendly snacks stowed away in the cupboard. 

The formica feels cool against the back of your thighs as you chew thoughtfully on the cooled-off slice. There are empty cans of High Life on the table between the melted candles; Eddie’s romantic ideas of tea lights and the champagne of beers had set the butterflies in your stomach swirling when you stepped into the trailer that evening. The VHS cases and TV remote are lost between the couch cushions and throw pillows, cast aside before you could even decide what to watch in favour of making out hot and heavy. 

Eddie holds up two soup-recipe mugs. “I ran out of like, nice cups, this okay?" he asks. 

The unwashed everyday mugs are abandoned in the sink and Eddie’s own Garfield mug is a quarter full of flat soda on his dresser. You know better than to suggest one of the collectables perched high on the shelves and hooks in the living room, and Eddie does too. Wayne is still irked about the cracked commemorative Moon Landing mug. It’s been glued together and sits safely on a higher-up shelf since thirteen-year-old Eddie had wanted to impress you, his new friend, with hot cocoa. 

You look back at the bowl-cups, and wonder if anyone ever used the recipe on the front. “They are nice. I’ve always wanted to drink not-soup out of these. Feels illegal.” 

Everyone always said he would be a bad influence on you, drag you down. They never saw that soft side to Eddie Munson, but you did. Using soup bowls as cups is far from ritual sacrifice and grand theft auto.

When he looks at you, perched on the counter in his hoodie and no pants, eating cold pizza, he feels like he might be looking at an angel. Your post-sex hair is your messy halo.

He comes to stand between your thighs and you feed him a bite before pushing his bangs back to kiss his forehead simply because you want you. Because you can now. Now that the pretence of being just friends has finally (finally) been dropped. Everything about your night together - now that you are together - is pretty similar to how it’s always been. Pizza and laughing until your ribs hurt, smoking enough to make you loose-limbed and ravenous. You spend less time looking at his lips and fingers and wondering what they feel like; you know now, and get to sample any time. 

He steals one more bite before popping the lid on a can of Betty Crocker vanilla frosting from the cupboard. It has been a solid fixture of your garbage-food fixes since you and Eddie were fourteen and fifteen and home alone with a stack of horror movies to watch; Betty and two spoons, maybe some peanut butter or salty chips for balance. Now there is always a can in the cupboard, in your house and in the trailer, for when the cravings hit. When you move to Indy together after graduation, it’s top of your grocery list.

Eddie feeds you the first spoon, hovering it in front of your lips so you will come and take it. He feels a little like a pervert when he watches you eat it, lips around the cold metal and your eyes closed. You know exactly what you’re doing, doling out a little payback for Eddie getting distracted with his lyrics and set-lists while you were cuddling.

“Did anyone ever tell you it’s rude to stare?” you ask, tongue thick and coated with sweet vanilla. 

“Just appreciating the art, sweet thing,” he fires back, winking at you before taking a bite of frosting. His brows pull in like he’s pondering something. “Mm. Wonder if  there’s a Mr Crocker…”

You shove his head as he cackles that goblin-laugh of his and you try not to smirk at the same joke he’s been telling for years. 

“You want an older model, Munson? Karen Wheeler’s been looking pretty dolled up lately…” You take the spoon, tapping it against your lip as Eddie pulls a face. 

“Oh yeah, MILFs of Hawkins, come get me.” Eddie rolls his eyes before sliding his fingers up your bare legs to find the soft curve of your waist. “Only girl for me is riiight here, baby. You’re all the woman I need.”

He’s pressed up close with his chin resting against your chest, gazing at you like you hung the moon. 

“Better tell O’Donnell that. I think she has a crush, s’why she keeps giving you detention.” 

“You’re a fuckin’ sicko.” Eddie’s reverence shifts into a scowl as he rests against your chest, but softens again when your fingers slide into his hair, coaxing him to relax and melt against you. 

“And you like that?” you ask.

“I do.”

Eddie can feel the sped-up thud of your heart beneath his ear, matching the beat of his own. A peaceful moment settles over the kitchen.

Until a tendril of mischief unfurls inside you. Imitating that nasally, cringe-inducing voice of O’Donnell blended with something a little breathy, you whisper in his ear, “Edward Munson. I want to see you after class. You’ve been a very bad boy…” 

He steps back from you, hands over his ears so he can’t hear any more of your teasing. It’s cold without him all wrapped up and pressed against you.

“Divorce. Divorcing you. Get out.” 

Your cheeks ache, like when you’ve had a lollipop lodged there for a little too long. It’s sweet and cloying like the joy you take from riling him up like this. “Aw, don’t be like that!”

“Too late. I’m taking the house and the kids.” 

“That’s not even…” you cut yourself off, laughing too hard, and Eddie can’t even hide his own smile; he can’t buy into his own dramatics when you sit glowing on his kitchen counter, damp-eyed from laughing so hard (even if it is at his expense). 

“M’sorry, sorry. Don’t divorce me.” You pout and open your arms out, grabby hands poking from the too-long sleeves until he slopes back between your legs and folds against you. Your mind wanders briefly to a future where you’re Mrs Munson; it sounds nice.

As stubborn as he can be, Eddie thaws after a few sweet kisses cut with quiet little murmurs of ‘forgive meee’. You feed him another spoon of icing as a sign of peace, sweetening him up just a little more before licking what’s left off of the tip and edge. 

You feel his hands squeezing tighter on your hips, bringing your attention back to Eddie and away from the frosting. 

“Hm?”

“If you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem.” He sees your confused expression and taps the spoon. “I’m gettin’ jealous. Of a spoon.” 

You can feel the problem, warm and thick against your leg. It does not feel like much of a problem, and you both can think of a few tried and tested solutions to make it all better - a few more to be explored are jotted on a page of another small notebook tucked away in Eddie’s drawer.

“Is it a problem? Really?” you ask, head tilted with the metal tap-tapping against your lips before you go in for another indulgent scoop. 

“Okay, I’m cutting you off.” 

The spoon is snatched and thrown, and it clangs against the mugs in the sink as Eddie takes your hands and hauls you down from the counter. You taste vanilla on his tongue, sharing the sweetness with you as you stumble blindly back to his room.

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[mxltifxnd0m]

all maroon ∗∗ s. winchester

summary: your day was long but at least sam's here to make you feel better

pairings: established sam winchester x reader, stanford sam winchester x gn afab! reader

word count: 2.7K

warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', mentions of periods, no mention of gender besides reader having a menstrual cycle, fluff, kissing, making out, kinda edited

a/n: this was purely a self indulgent fic from the shit show of a day i had yesterday and i wish it had turned out to be like this instead of what actually happened, title is a lyric from flume by bon iver

anyways enjoy! please like, comment, and reblog!! your feedback fuels me loll!

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

From the moment you woke up, you knew today was going to be a rough one. First, you had gotten your period as soon as you woke up to your alarm, and it leaked through your underwear, and your sheets were stained with your blood. You cursed under your breath and swiftly tore off your sheets and threw them in the washer before you quickly grabbed new underwear and the outfit that you had picked out the night before and took a quick shower. 

After you were showered and changed, you maybe had fifteen to twenty minutes to make your breakfast and pack lunch and dinner before you had to leave your apartment to find adequate parking and before your class started.

You lived about fifteen minutes away from Stanford since you couldn’t afford housing after your first year there and found an affordable apartment for yourself. Your mom and dad helped pay half of your rent while you worked on campus to help pay for the rest of the rent. You were at Stanford on a scholarship that covered tuition. You had financial aid to cover the rest, like books, school supplies, and groceries, and you put the rest of that money into your savings account. 

You left your apartment on time, but as soon as you hit the freeway, there was traffic that seemed to stretch on for miles. Apparently, there was construction being done in one of the lanes, and you spent thirty minutes in traffic before you made it to the parking lot with only minutes to spare before your class started. You lucked out on finding a parking spot quickly, and you all but sprinted to your class. It didn’t help that today was your busiest day, having two classes before your shift at the library and then one last class that went until nine o’clock at night. 

You were grateful that you had some gaps in between your classes, so you had time to eat lunch and do homework. But today, it seemed like God hated you because you didn’t have enough time to eat lunch since you had to type up a paper that you forgot you had assigned for the class you had tomorrow. You barely finished the paper before you were off to your next class. Once your second class was over, you made your way to the library for your shift, and you scarfed down your lunch, which was just a plain sandwich you had made that morning before you left. 

It felt like you couldn’t catch a break. It didn’t help that today was also the day that your boyfriend was busy with class, so you wouldn’t be able to see him until you were done with your shift. Even then, you would see him for a few minutes before you were whisked away to warm up your dinner and him to his dorm, where he’d study for the rest of the night. 

You were lucky that your shift today was slow, and you didn’t have much to do besides sit at the front desk and help students who needed assistance. Time flew by faster than you could even imagine as you were working on some homework from another class when someone rang the little bell at the front desk, making you look up from your laptop. 

Sam was looking as cute as ever, grinning at you as he gripped one of the straps on his shoulder. “Hey, I was wondering if you could help me look for something?” He said, a playful glint in his eyes. 

Sam’s smile was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Yeah, what were you looking for exactly?” You smirked, deciding to play along with him. 

Sam leaned down and rested his elbows on the tall check-in desk, getting to your eye level on the tall chair you were sitting on. “Yeah, I need help finding a way out of your eyes.” A cheeky smile grew on his face as he spoke. 

You pursed your lips before snorting loudly. You slapped your hand over your mouth as you laughed, trying to keep down the noise in the quiet atmosphere of the library. You saw a slight red hue begin to grow on Sam’s cheeks as he snickered alongside you. 

“You’re such a dork, you know that?” You told him after you calmed down.

“Yeah, well I’m your dork.” 

You nodded. “That you are.” You leaned over the desk and pinched his cheek like a grandmother would her grandchild. “A really adorable one at that.” You cooed out before laughing lightly when he swatted your hand away and rubbed his reddened cheek. 

“I told you to stop doing that,” Sam grumbled out, acting like he was irked by it, but you could see a hint of a smile on his lips. 

“Awe, but it’s so cute seeing you all flustered.” You pouted before planting a quick kiss on the cheek you just pinched. “All better now?” 

Sam ducked his head down as a bashful smile grew on his face. You grinned at his shyness; you found it so endearing even after the two of you had been dating for a couple of months. 

“So, you’re here early.” You say as you sit back in your chair. 

Sam looked back at you and swiped the hairs that were falling into his eyes. “Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you before your shift ended.” 

“Well,” You glanced down at the watch Sam was wearing. “My shift is officially over now. But what’s up?” You asked him as you started to clean up the front desk of some of the homework you were working on. 

“I just wanted to know if you’re going back to your parents for the weekend?” 

You shook your head as you zipped up your backpack. “No, I’m swamped with homework and studying, so I told them that I’d visit next weekend.” Even if you were craving a home-cooked meal from your mom and wanted to see your parents, you needed to finish the work that your professors had assigned. 

You slung your backpack over your shoulders and rounded the desk to stand in front of Sam. You took a glance at the clock hanging on the nearby wall and winced. 

“I hate to cut this short, but I have to go and warm up my food if I want to eat before my last class.” You internally groaned at the thought of being stuck in a two-and-a-half-hour lecture. 

Sam opened his mouth to say something, but you had pushed up on your toes and pecked Sam’s lips before leaving him, clocking out, and leaving the library. What you didn’t see as you left was Sam shaking his head and smiling to himself as he went further into the library to study for a bit before heading back to his dorm. 

After speeding into the dining hall to warm up the leftovers you had from last night in the microwaves, you sat down at a table to eat but also worked on your homework. You were periodically looking at the time on your laptop to make sure you had enough time to eat and make it to your class fifteen minutes before it started. Once you had finished your dinner and most of the homework you were working on, you made your way to your next class. 

It was a short walk from the dining hall to the classroom where the lecture was being held. You went into the room, and it was empty. You felt your eyebrows furrow. There are usually some people in here already. You thought to yourself as you decided to leave the classroom.

A flash of white caught your eye as the door to the classroom closed, and there was a notice that today’s class was canceled. You let out a sigh of relief, but you could feel irritation brewing in your chest as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.  

The urge to let out a frustrated scream was at an all-time high, but you managed to turn away from the sheet of paper that seemed to mock you and left the building. The cool September air hit your heated cheeks as you walked through the quad, trying to tamp down the irrational emotions that were bubbling up to the surface. 

As much as you liked that class was canceled, you were mentally prepared to be in the room for a good two hours. Getting that heads up fifteen minutes before class was supposed to start was just the cherry on top of your already long day. You had a feeling that if you checked your student email, your professor would have emailed the entire class to say that it was canceled. If you were going to be honest, you just wanted to be put out of your misery. 

You were so out of it as you walked through the quad, and your feet led you to Sam’s dorm building. You were able to slip in with no problem, as someone had held the door open for you as they left and made your way to Sam’s room.

You tiredly knocked on the door. It swung open, and you didn’t even bother greeting your boyfriend as you brushed past him and into his room. You slung off your backpack, landing haphazardly on the ground with a quiet thud. You kicked your shoes off before launching your tired body face-first onto his bed. 

You felt the bed dip as Sam sat on it and placed his hand on your head. “Uhh, not that I’m not happy that you’re here, but I thought you had class right now.” 

You groaned loudly into his pillow, the noise muffled by the fabric, and you sat up on his bed, his hand falling from your head as you moved. You adjusted yourself so you were sitting in the middle of his bed with your knees pulled to your chest as you looked at your slightly confused boyfriend. 

“It got canceled.” You grumbled out as you picked at the hole in your jeans. 

“Hence why you’re here?” Sam moved his hand from the bed and wrapped it around your ankle, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the exposed skin. 

You nodded, and Sam hummed in response. “Long day?” He asked as he looked you over, seeing how exhausted you were. 

“You don’t even know half of it.” You huffed out before falling sideways on his bed, your head hitting his pillow. 

Sam frowned. He didn’t like seeing you upset. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

“I think if I talk about my day, I’ll need you to shoot me point blank.” 

Sam’s eyebrows raised high as he looked at you surprised. “Uh, I’m not going to do that. But talking about it might make you feel better.” 

You shook your head as you reached for his wrist and tugged him towards you. “I don’t wanna. Just want to cuddle right now.” 

Sam huffed a laugh through his nose as a small smile grew on his face. He let you tug him closer and climbed on the bed. Sam settled on the bed next to you as you kicked your feet out from their curled position and shuffled closer to him. Your legs intertwined with his as he wrapped an arm around your waist. 

“Lift your head for me.” Sam murmured to you. 

You did as he said, and he wrapped his other around your head, cushioning it as you laid on his bicep and his hand rested on your back. Once you both were settled, you let out a contented sigh as you stared at Sam’s hazel eyes. Your face was so close to his that you felt his breath fan over your face. 

“Did I interrupt your studying?” You asked him with a quiet voice, realizing that you very much could have distracted him because of your moody attitude. 

He shook his head. “No, I had just finished when you came in.” Sam gave you a half smile before tipping his chin up to kiss your forehead. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about your day?” He muttered against your skin. 

“No, I’d much rather hear about yours.” 

Sam pulled back slightly and raised an eyebrow at you. “You sure?” 

You nodded. You felt marginally better from when you came in as you were in Sam’s arms. 

Sam’s expression was one of ‘okay then’ before he jumped into talking about his day, and you listened to your boyfriend with a slight smile on your face. You snuggled deep into his embrace and eventually moved your head to rest in the crook of his neck. 

“Are you still listening?” Sam asked as he felt you smile against his neck. 

“Mhm. Just keep talking.” 

Sam let out a small chuckle at your antics and continued to talk about what he had seen while walking to his last class of the day. You breathed in Sam’s comforting scent; the notes of citrus, mint, mahogany, and something that was just distinctly Sam filled your senses, and you could feel the tenseness leave your body. 

Sam was still talking, but you weren’t exactly listening, and you couldn’t resist kissing the small freckle on his neck. He suddenly stopped talking as you planted soft kisses on the warm skin of his neck. Sam let out a soft noise as you nipped at his pulse point, moved his hand that was on your back to your neck, and pulled away from you slightly. 

“What are you doing?” You could see the corners of Sam’s lips twitching as he asked you the question. 

“Kissing your neck.” You stated it as if it was obvious because it was. 

“What happened to listening to my day?”

“Can’t I multitask?” 

Sam laughed at the serious face you made as you said it, and you couldn’t help but break your serious facade and laugh along with him. Your foul mood was finally melting away. 

Sam rested his forehead against yours as he calmed down, staring deep into your eyes. “I love you.” He said softly. 

You couldn’t help the tender smile stretching across your lips. “I love you too.” 

Sam grinned before kissing you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned into the warm feeling of Sam’s soft lips against yours. The hand that was on your neck had moved to cup your cheek, and his arm tightened around your waist as he deepened the kiss. The world faded around you as you got lost in Sam as he moved his lips against yours. Sam managed to push you on your back as he was slotted in between your legs. Your hands found themselves in his hair as the soft kiss turned into a passionate makeout. 

Sam consumed your senses as his tongue swiped your bottom lip, and you let him in with a little fight as his tongue played and swirled with yours. A slight noise that was akin to a whine left your lips as his lips left yours. Sam didn’t go far, resting his forehead against yours, but you realized that you were out of breath, and the two of you were panting against each other’s lips.

A blissful smile was on Sam’s face as he hovered over you. His lips were slightly swollen and slick with spit from the two of you kissing, and you couldn’t help but kiss him softly. Sam smiled against you before melting into your kiss. The kiss didn’t last long as you pulled away, Sam chasing your lips for a moment, making you let out a little giggle. Sam’s eyes were alight with joy as he heard your laugh. 

Sam couldn’t hold back and planted soft kisses on your forehead, nose, and cheeks before giving you a sweet but chaste kiss on your lips and pulling away from you. You all but sunk into the affection that Sam was showering you in, but then you started to pout when he moved from on top of you to next to you and pulled you into his side. 

He kissed your temple before the two of you settled in comfortable silence, content with just being by each other’s sides. You had no clue how long you guys stayed like that until you dozed off in Sam’s arms. The last thing you remembered before you fell asleep was Sam's lips on your cheek and wrapping his arms tighter around you. 

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Stray Kids React-Song Lyrics

Summary: Skz reacting to Megan Thee Stallion's song Broke His Heart!

Pairing: OT8 idol Stray Kids x fab reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: smut, suggestive- 18+ MDNI

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), use of term babygirl, daddy kink, bondage, suggestion of pegging, fingering (f receiving), cum tasting, dirty talk... I think that's it!

Notes: This is the product of an idea that popped up in my mind while in the car listening to Megan Thee Stallion's new song "Broke His Heart!" Thought it would be a drabble but turned to a fic lol. Lightly edited so please excuse minor mistakes!

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Bangchan Love of my life❣️ Dick me down, slut me out, put it in my ribs Grab my throat and tie up my wrists

He almost spit out his coffee, when he saw your message. He was at the studio with Jisung and Changbin, working with Minho on his part of a song.

“you ok hung?” Changbin asked, concern in his eyes.

“Yep, uh huh, everything’s fine,” Chan replied, blush creeping up his cheeks. You were a menace sending him that. You knew he would have a busy day at work today, he knows you know because he told you this morning, as he pressed a kiss to your lips in goodbye. Clearly, you didn’t get the message and that wouldn’t fly, especially since you embarrassed him in front of the kids.

He picked up his phone to respond to you, trying to keep his face as calm and nonchalant as possible.

Love of my life❣️ What are you doing baby girl, you know daddy’s busy at work.

He didn't have to wait long for your reply, his phone dinging not a second later.

Love of my life❣️ Need you daddy, pussy needs you too. Want you to do what the song says please?

Chan shifted in his seat, his cock twitching at your pleas. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He never live it down if the others saw he was sporting a boner. Oh he was going to dick you down all right. Seems like it was time to teach his baby girl a lesson.

Love of my life❣️ Oh daddy will do anything you ask baby girl U better be ready for when daddy gets home

He was going to have fun with you once he got off, you just had no idea.

Lee Know You both were at a party of a mutual friend. It was packed, everyone lost in the flow of music. You were dancing with Minho, your bodies swaying together. Minho had a firm grip on your waist, your arms were locked around his neck, twirling your fingers in his hair. You were lost in the presence of each other, just the two of you in your own little world.

The song changed to Megan thee stallion, the beat getting faster, along with your movements against Minho. He pulled you closer, his breath hot on your neck as he pressed a kiss against your pulse point. You let out a sigh your favorite part of the song about to come on. Leaning closer to Minho’s ear you whispered the lyrics "dick me down, slut me out, put it in my ribs. Grab my throat and tie up my wrists."

You felt Minho grab your waist harder before sliding his hands down to your ass. He squeezed the flesh causing you to groan. You could feel his cock hardening, filling out his skinny jeans he was wearing. Sneaking a hand down, you palmed his cock, Minho gasping in your ears. He leaned his head back and met his lips with yours, his tongue sliding against yours. He nipped at your bottom lip, and said the words you’d been waiting to hear all night.

“Let’s get out of here kitten, so I can dick you down and treat my kitten how she should be treated.”

Changbin “You can do it. My baby’s got this! 3 more reps!”

You and Changbin were at the gym. You were finishing up your set of bench presses, Changbin was spotting you and being you hype man. Letting out a grunt, you finished your last rep before Changbin helped you rack the weights. You got up and grabbed some water, smiling at your boyfriend. He went to sit down to start his reps, when the song playing on the speakers changed.

Your eyes lit up and you started dancing, as the song playing was your favorite. Changbin just sat and watched you, a smile on his face, always happy to see you happy. But then you gave him a look before sauntering over to him. You bent over, presenting your ass to him, leaving nothing to the imagination as your tight workout leggings hugged every part of your hips and legs. You wiggled your ass for him as the lyrics “dick me down, slut me out, put it in my ribs. Grab my throat and tie up my wrists" played.

Changbin grabbed your ass as it jiggled, giving your left cheek a smack. He quickly pulled your leggings and panties down, spreading your cheeks apart before diving into your pussy. He ate you out like a man starved, as you continued to wiggle your ass for him, your pussy clenching over nothing from the vibrations from his moans. He fucked your walls with his tongue, as he brought his fingers down to rub your clit in tight circles. You felt your high approaching, fucking yourself on his tongue and face. As the next part of the song blared, “I’ma buss it on his face, leave it on his lips,” you let out a loud moan as you hit your release, your arousal drenching Changbin’s face.

You continued to grind on his face, riding out your high as he licked up every drop of your arousal. Changbin leaned back and pulled your panties and leggings back up before standing up and spinning you around to face him. You watched as he licked his fingers clean. Without saying another word, he grabbed his bag and yours, and grabbing your hand pulled you after him, making his way back to your shared apartment. It was only once you both made it to the elevator when he said, “Don’t worry bunny, I’ll tie you up real good and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”

Smirking at your boyfriend, you hoped that what he said was not a threat but a promise.

Hyunjin Hyunjin giggled as he watched you swat at a bee, your face scrunched up in disdain at the little insect. You waved your hand one more time, hoping the bee would decide to fly away and leave you alone once more with your boyfriend. Hyunjin swatted at the bee himself, helping you out, and finally the little bee flew away to go bother someone else.

You sighed in relief before swatting at your boyfriend. “Why’d you laugh, that was scary. You know I hate bugs!”

Hyunjin just continued to laugh, tears starting to prickle his eyes. “Babe you just looked so funny and cute, I couldn’t help it!”

You pouted and crossed your arms, looking away from Hyunjin giving him the silent treatment. It didn’t last long though as he came and hugged you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Forgive me babe?” He whined, pressing soft kisses on your neck and shoulder.

You sighed. You could never stay mad at Hyunjin for long. You grabbed your phone to play some music while Hyunjin continued to hold you close, pressing wet kisses on your shoulder every now and then. You relaxed in his hold as the music drifted through the air. Everything was peaceful and fine before “Broke his Heart” started playing.

As the song went on, you could feel Hyunjin’s shaky breath on your skin. His kisses became longer and wetter, before he bite at your shoulder causing you to moan. He grasped your breast, massaging them in his hands, little sighs leaving your lips with each touch. The lyric “dick me down, slut me out, put it in my ribs. Grab my throat and tie up my wrists,” played out causing Hyunjin to groan out. Thankfully, no one else was around to hear him.

“Hyunjin,” you whined out. You could feel your arousal soak your panties as you imagined Hyunjin pining you down and fucking you hard until you couldn’t walk.

Hyunjin knew exactly what you wanted, as he quickly untangled himself from you and gathered the picnic supplies. He didn’t think he could last until you both got home. The car would have to do. Hopefully no one else is around, but he secretly hoped there would be others present, so they could hear how good he was fucking his girl.

Felix Felix was doing a live, talking about the difference between a fork and a spoon, causing Stays to chuckle and make fun of his confusion. He was having fun, speaking from the heart. Lives with Stays was his favorite after all. Little did he know, you were watching at home, snuggled up in his bed.

He looked so cute and innocent, discussing what he ate for dinner last night and if Stays wanted to watch him do another mukbang one day. You decided to spice things up. Grabbing your phone, you opened the message app and pulling up your chat with Felix. You typed out a little message for your boyfriend, smirking as you pressed send. Setting your phone down, you trained your eyes back on him, watching his expression through the screen.

Felix looked at his phone, noticing a notification from you. He opened up the message

Honey bun Dick me down, slut me out, put it in my ribs. Grab my throat and tie up my wrists.

Felix’s eyes bulged, his pupils enlarging. He looked at the camera before giving a small smile. You knew that smile was for you and that made you giggle with amusement. Before long, your phone dinged, signaling Felix had responded.

Fried chicken🐥 You’re killing me babe. I’ll dick you down, don’t worry Can’t leave my baby needy Get the rope ready, I’ll be home soon

You smiled as you set up and watched him end the live. You knew you had about 20 minutes before he would be home. You gathered the rope, and a towel before stripping down to wait for your love. It would be ok to get a head start…right?

Han You were at Jisung’s dorm, watching tv with him and the boys. Somehow you guys got to talking about music videos and which were the best. You suggested any music video by your favorite artist, besides them of course. Everyone instantly became excited, leading to Chan pulling up YouTube and typing in the artist. He clicked on the first video that popped up, everyone sitting back and listening as the fast beats filled the room.

You noticed Han squirming as the song progressed, a little pout on his face as he listened to the lyrics. You looked down as he brought his hand to rest on your upper thigh, giving it a squeeze. He was hard, cock filling out his sweat pants that he was wearing. He shifted every now and then to get as comfortable as he could. Jisung let out a loud whine when he heard the lyrics “dick me down, slut me out, put it in my ribs. Grab my throat and tie up my wrists” his cock twitching at the prospect.

You grinned and pressed kisses up and down his jaw before capturing his lips in yours, little whimpers leaving his mouth. You withdrew and noticed seven other pairs of eyes on you two. Grinning you grabbed Jisung’s hands before pulling him up.

“Sorry boys but it looks like I need to take care of Sungie.” They all groaned at your statement, getting up and making their way to the door, no one wanting to be present. Jisung blushed, not at the prospect of his members knowing what was about to happen but because he knew he was about to get fucked within an inch of his life by his sweet baby.

Seungmin You were cuddling with Seungmin, arms and legs all tangled up together. He kept making out with you, your lips all red and swollen from the attention. He wanted to get you all nice and pliant for him so he could ruin you. He undressed you slowly, watching as you squirmed at his touch.

He pushed your legs up and out, your lips glistening with your arousal. Taking his fingers, he swiped through your folds, gathering the slick that was pooling there before bringing them to his lips to taste. You moaned as you watched him lick his fingers clean before he started to undress.

You reached out to him, wanting to be close. He grinned at your actions, not giving him but teasing you some more as he flicked your nipple, then rolled the bud between his fingers. You were at your wits end, as he had been teasing you for over an hour now.

You looked Seungmin in the eyes before saying “dick me down, slut me out, put it in my ribs. Grab my throat and tie up my wrists.” Quoting a song you had been listening to earlier in the day. You wanted him to be rough with you today, wanting him to do what was said in the song.

Seungmin raised his eyebrow while looking at you. “Want me to tie you up pup?” He said, leaning down close to your ear. “Want me to choke you while I fuck you hard? Have you screaming under me as I slut you out, huh pup?”

You moaned at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck and canting your hips up to gain some friction against your core.

“That’s my pup,” Seungmin said before grabbing some rope from the bedside table. As he proceeded to tie each wrist to the headboard he said, “Let’s see how much my pup can really take.”

Jeongin Jeongin had been playing video games for most of the day now. You could hear him swear every now and then and yell at whoever he was playing with. You assumed his team was losing, because his voice raised octave by octave within 10 minutes. He had ignored you and that was not ok.

You needed your boyfriend. You just needed to come up with a plan on how to get his attention. You paced the floors, trying to come up with an idea to distract your boyfriend. You had just rounded the corner when you got an idea, making your way immediately to your shared bedroom.

Jeongin did not even notice you there, too caught up in his game. You rummaged through your draws before finding what you were looking for. A lingerie set that he said was his favorite. You fluffed your hair after changing and made your way back to your room and sat on the bed.

Jeongin still didn’t look up. That’s ok thought because you had another trick up your sleeve. You grabbed your phone and turned on some music, picking a song that had just came out a few days ago that you couldn’t stop playing. You turned up the volume, not carrying if his teammates could hear it and walked over to him. You sat in his lap, startling him. He looked you up and down, his eyes wide. You smirked, happy that you were successful at getting his attention.

Jeongin said goodbye to his teammates making up an excuse that he had to feed the cat. You chuckled at that, since it was a lame excuse, as you guys definitely didn’t have a cat.

“Baby, what is this?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you as he eyes your breast all but popping out the top.

“Just needed some attention from you Innie. Missed you all day,” you purred out.

Jeongin clicked his tongue as the lyrics “dick me down, slut me out, put it in my ribs. Grab my throat and tie up my wrists” played. He tightened his hold on you before getting up and walking across the room. He tossed you on the bed, a yelp leaving your mouth.

“You wanted my attention baby? Well now you have it. Don’t cry when I fuck you so hard, you’ll be feeling me for days.”

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The Boy Is Mine (Taylor's Version Edition):

eddie munson x fem reader

summary: a romantic night in at your trailer full of fluff, a dash of spice, and an..."Alien invasion"? | this is fairly SFW, but my blog is 18+

the song: The Boy Is Mine by Brandy & Monica

1675 words

“Son of a-” Your shoulders tense beneath palms that soothe. The chuckle beneath your ear rumbles deep in the chest your cheek is pressed to when you whine, “Gets me every fucking time.”

Despite the eerie music and the jump scare on the glowing screen, you dare someone to tell you this isn’t the most perfect night, the most perfect life. 

A pizza box with a few slices left sits on your new - well new to you - coffee table next to shitty horror and gore VHS tap - wait, doll, how’d Pretty in Pink get in the stack? There’s a candle burning, its warm orange glow competes for a chance to light up the space with the small flickering TV. 

Activities from earlier in the day litter the room that’s meant for living, but barely able to be made out in the growing darkness. His acoustic guitar next to loose pages of doodles and lyrics, dragons and elves and stories and songs about fighting and finding love erratic and unorganized next to your small notebook, a stack of books and several applications. 

There isn’t much else, not yet anyways. A collection of records and a stereo, cassettes un-alphabetized strewn about the wobbly bookshelf and milk crates. A few boxes with labels for unimportant things that haven’t found their new home yet. The rain that falls outside the open window above the couch and onto the roof of the metal trailer pings and echoes in the sparse room, making you snuggle deeper into the black cotton beneath you, squishing your cheek to a firm, but comfortable chest. 

The most perfect night, the most perfect life.

The most perfect guy. 

“Do you think,” he starts softly, his fingers running down your spine and back up before he asks, “I’m as much of a badass as Ellen Ripley?”

“No.” 

The noise of protest he makes beneath you at your immediate and confident response has your lips twisting, fighting a smile as his legs close around you tighter. Bunched tube socks brush your calves, thighs and hips covered in soft gray sweats shift beneath you as he grumbles something about showing you just how wrong you are. 

One arm stays relaxed behind his head against throw pillows propping him up, the other restless but content to fiddle with and roam over your body that’s draped across him. 

The rhythm of his heartbeat beneath you and the scent of old spice around you, everything Eddie, has you humming at his “threat”, eyelashes fluttering from the peace. His fingers massage over the back of your neck, lighting up the skin beneath it and you huff out of your nose, upset about the bubble that’s about to break. Your whine lost in his worn band t-shirt. 

“I have to pee.”

“So go pee.”

Your head shakes, chin resting on his chest so you can look up at him with narrowed eyes. 

“If I get up and go pee, you’re gonna do something stupid when I come back out.”

Eddie looks down at you, innocent doe eyes blinking as his hands rub over your shoulders. 

“I’m always gonna do something stupid, so enlighten me, what is it you think I’m gonna do this time?”

Your hand reaches up and pulls at a dark brown curl that frames the cheeks his dimples are trying not to show in. 

“Oh, I don’t know, turn off all of the lights, jump out from around the corner, attack me from behind…”

“Baby, I always wanna attack you from behind.”

That earns him a fake stern look and a smack to his chest with the back of your hand. 

Pink lips pout and twist in the fight of a mischievous smirk, his eyebrows bunch together and wrinkle his forehead as he tries to scoff around a laugh.

“Aw, don’t be like that. I would never scare you.”

“That’s not even remotely true,” you counter. 

“Sweetheart,” he catches your chin with thick fingers, cradling your jaw as he vows, dramatically, “I promise I would never, ever let the aliens get-”

You catch his other wrist before fingers could find their target just below your ribs. Raised eyebrows to his big, brown eyes that glint with trouble, not even pretending to be ashamed he was caught. 

The eye contact you’re sharing pulses, accompanied by the musical score of the thriller on screen. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip as his tongue licks over his own. The seconds of time slowly ticking by aren’t a luxury, but big, pounding, booms of your imminent fate right on your tail. 

“Eddie,” you warn, lips fighting a smile. “Don-”

He screeches like the aliens, fingers digging into your sides and legs, grabbing at your thighs and pulling you closer so his mouth can pretend to bite at you as you give a shriek worthy of a Ridley Scott flick. 

You can’t help but laugh though, as explosions happen on screen and Eddie gets louder, yelling your name dramatically like he’s fighting off the aliens, trying to save you despite it being his own fingers that have you wheezing and gasping for air. 

“Eddie! If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a real problem!”

“Oh honey, I know! This thing means business! But don’t worry! I’ll save you, Ellen Ripley’s got nothing on me!”

He doubles down his tickling efforts, screeching and grunting out a “Not my girlfriend you monster!” dramatically into your neck before he nips at it. Quick bites and kisses mingled with alien noises until you’re swatting at his chest and wiggling off of him, shouting about how he’s the monster on your way to the bathroom. 

It’s suspiciously quiet while you're gone. And when you open the bathroom door, you take a timid step out into the dark hallway and call out, “Eddie?”

“Baby,” he laughs from the living room, “I swear on Jonesy that I’m sitting on the couch, and I’ll keep my hands to myself for the rest of the movie.”

And well, swearing on Jonesy’s life is like swearing on Henderson’s mom, so you’re satisfied and confident enough to travel through the dark to return to the menace you call your boyfriend. 

He sits, cross legged on the couch now, smiling. You kind of can’t believe this boy exists, that he’s yours. 

Eddie gestures to the bottle of wine that’s replaced the pizza box, the large Garfield and Snoopy mugs joined by a bag of pretzels and a tub of vanilla frosting. “We don’t really have like, nice cups, this okay?”

Is it okay? Is this guy real? He’s straight out of a TV show, a favorite movie, the thing all the songs are trying to tell you about but just don’t seem possible. 

He blinks at you, cheeks growing pink as you continue to stand at the edge of the living room and stare at him. His smile relaxes down to a shy, tight lipped thing as the silver metal on fingers that tap on his knees glints in the TV’s glow. 

“Doll?” Eddie coughs, eyebrows raised at you when you still don’t say anything. 

“Sorry,” you make your way to the couch finally, “Yeah. Really okay.”

“Cool,” he says quietly as you sit, ears peeking out through thick waves turning as pink as his cheeks. 

He grabs the pretzels and you grab the frosting, popping open the lid with a grunt, and managing to get a decent amount of it in the curve of your thumb and forefinger. 

Before you can scoop it up with a pretzel, Eddie’s fingers are tugging on yours, bringing your hand up to his mouth. His lips mold around the space, sucking before his tongue traces it and the room turns unberably hot despite the cool breeze and rain drifting in. 

Eddie clocks the way your hips shift and thighs press together, the way your mouth parts and head tilts. The way your eyes turn a little glassy when he looks up at you. 

He removes his mouth from your hand slowly, grinning and absolutely pleased with himself as he murmurs, “Oh, we like that, huh?”

Words escape your clutches just as Ripley does the Alien’s, and Eddie drops the bag of pretzels back onto the coffee table. He keeps eye contact as he grabs the tub of frosting from you, and dips his finger into it, slowly. 

“Eddie, I-”

He’s smearing it on your collarbone and up your neck, your jaw and cheek as your fingers grip the couch cushion. Your chest heaves with quick breaths, a gasp slipping past your lips as he leans forward, tongue sweeping over your throat. 

Eddie licks over your skin, slow, patiently, weight falling over you as you fall backwards on the couch and arch underneath him. The way his mouth travels over you is nothing like the quick nips and fast kisses from earlier. It’s slow licks, soft presses of his mouth, open and wet and breathy and dirty as he travels higher and higher. 

His path leads him over your jaw and cheek now, both of you gasping for air as his fingers dig into your hips that roll against him and yours curl in the soft material on his shoulders. 

He pulls away when he reaches the corner of your lips, smiling at the whine that leaves them when you don’t get the kiss you’re aching for. 

“Guess you were right afterall,” he whispers, the tip of his nose tracing up yours as he does. 

“Wh-what?”

Eddie grins, his mouth hovers over yours, sweet and sticky vanilla flavored lips just close enough to almost taste. 

“That I was gonna do something stupid.”

“The only thing that’s stupid is that you haven’t kissed me yet, Munson.” Your eyes roll as his grin grows even wider. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he laughs, reaching for the frosting again. “I’m just getting started.”

Rain falls, and Aliens are killed and the candle flickers on a perfect night. Your new favorite flavor of anything is vanilla because of the perfect guy. 

Eddie Munson gets you every fucking time. 

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A three-page doodle comic of OP, a person with glasses, hair in a bun, and wearing a bathrobe, sitting at a table drawing on a tablet with earbuds in. They are smiling calmly with notes next to them reading "listening to the sam playlist" "like 30 songs in". They reel back suddenly, confused. A note reads "country jumpscare". They calm back down again. "Oh it's about a breakup" they say. Their expression shifts to fear. "Oh." is written in larger bold text. The last panel shows them standing up, leaning on their desk, crying with "AAAA" behind them in giant letters surrounded by question marks with boxes of lyrics floating around them half-faded out. From left to right, top to bottom, they read:

"Oh, that'll have to do

My other half was you

I hope this pain's just passin' through

But I doubt it"

"And I'll dream each night of some version of you

That I might not have, but I did not lose

Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes

And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do"

"No, I am no longer funny, 'cause I miss the way you laugh

You once called me forever, now you still can't call me back"

"And I am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rains"

end ID]

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i cannot emphasize how out of place this song feels in the playlist up to this point genre-wise, and it's been feeling like a "this is what sam would listen to" kinda playlist the whole time so im. hello?? hello. god please fucking hello

edit: oh yeah the song is Stick Season by Noah Kahan

edit edit: in my sleep deprived state I forgot to add my disclaimer that I suck at identifying genres. I have been told this song is Folk. not country. my point still stands it was Very Different from Everything Else.

[improvapocalyps]

"Okay, yeah. If you kill a red name, killed a red name-" "I'll give you a life for that. That's the deal." "We'll be back together like buddies again, Bdubs."

In participation of Extreme Timed Challenge Gift Exchange hosted by @extremetimedchallengeexchange!

[gifs, full storyboard, behind-the-scene rambles under cut]

past 48h animatics: MCYTETC2023, ETC2023

[Red Lives-Suspicion; Prayer-Determination; Fireworks]

Fiddled with gradient maps this time for some additional colors :D I would have colored in the eyes as well, but I didn't have enough energy left when the event hit the 47th hour xD

Also played around with camera movements. Respect to people who do fan edits and other forms of video/ assets editing 'cause keyframes are so 😭

13 hours to draft storyboard this time! Last year I used 16 but with waaay more frames idk how I accomplished that. Probably bc this year I'm drawing more than three(3) characters lmao

Progress Timeline:

[13th hour] finished storyboard/ draft (plany off time...) [25th hour] lineart for the first 10 seconds (wuh oh) [36th hour] lineart for the first 25 seconds (oh shit oh fuck gotta shorten it) [45th hour] finished Bdubs' part (NOOO I DONT HAVE TIME FOR ETHO)

ngl kinda glad i cut it in half rn 'cause i'd have to spend time figuring out shadowDog's design /lh

Designs I used for Lizzie and Joel (old art from 2022 and 2021 respectively) (holy shit i've been here for 3 years???)

Joel *shakes fist* i hate u and ur stupid beard

[Lyrics vibe/scene planning; hours before disaster]

I think most of the drawn parts didn't deviate from the initial idea. Mostly timing adjustments and building upon the vibes. The parts that were changed the most was the "And you caused it (×3 combo)".

Went from "vague flashbacks" to "following Etho and co. out of the cave and back to Scott's base while implying who Etho blames with single character focus shots".

The first one is Scott because he suggested the idea. Like, obviously he's to blame. It's not like Etho went along and cemented the deal himself. Scott totally peer-pressured him into it.

The second one is Etho because... well the scene ends up kind of being like. The sight of the Snow Fortress triggering a flashback. (EthosLab the content creator deliberately turned his camera towards the Snow Fortress and holds it there for a second instead of looking at the huge lava pillar right in front of him. What is WRONG with him.)

But also like. Clocks are kind of special to Bdubs right. Whoever gave him a clock basically has his (temporary) loyalty or at the least earned a favor from him. So like. If he hadn't gifted Bdubs the clock, which signifies a closer(?) bond, maybe Bdubs wouldn't be so devoted to him (wrong). Also serves as a call-back/ reference to the "Prayer-Determination" shot ("pray with clock" in the scene planning screenshot). I like to think that Bdubs weighted his options and thought about "if he will kill/ who to kill" a lot while following the other Red Names. And in that scene he's like, convincing/ motivating himself. Remembering who/ what he's doing this for.

(It is also meant to be part of my giftee's other prompt: "an exploration of the doubt one or both of them felt during the heart transfer that didn’t happen after Bdubs killed Lizzie, and the following guilt Etho felt." The Etho section starting from "we're setting fire to our inside for fun" til the end of the animatic is based on that prompt.)

After a brief period of self-blame, it's time to shift it onto someone else! Because you're in denial! If Bdubs hadn't gone red, then Etho wouldn't have to offer the deal. If Bdubs hadn't want to stay as teammates, then he wouldn't agree to the deal. If Bdubs wasn't so devoted to Etho, then he wouldn't have attacked Lizzie and gotten himself killed.

Then the animatic ends with the end of the session :D

...That's longer than I expected but also not that long. If you read through all that, tysm :] Tell me your thoughts! Have a good day/ evening/ night :D

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Leather and Lace - Chapter 18: Feelings Revealed

Part 4 - SEE ME, FEEL ME, TOUCH ME, HEAL ME

Summary: You and Arthur finally have your first night together.

Warning: 18+ please, Minors - DNI; This is a long one, too.

*I had another title for this, but as I was listening to The Who, this lyric began to play as I was editing and it just seemed to fit this chapter perfectly. 

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Arthur gets a small fire going outside the lean-to hunting shelter. The fire burns a deep red and vibrant yellow as the flames lick up around the logs. It’s a soft and comforting sight, the popping and crackling of the wood drowning out all other sounds in the forest this evening. The sky is deepening to a majestic royal purple hue, with its diamond-glittering stars emerging like a crown. The glow of the fire casts its light only upon your little shelter and the immediate area surrounding it as if protecting you inside of an intimate little sphere made just for the two of you. 

With his task complete, Arthur moves into the shelter and sits down on the ground, nervously wiping his hands on the sides of his pants as he looks over and watches as you flit about to fix the make-shift bedding. You’ve rolled out his bedroll and fanned out a blanket overtop. You’ve even taken off your jacket, rolling it into a pillow of sorts and tucking it under the other fabrics. 

Part of your fidgeting is because you want everything to be perfect. The other part is because you are so nervous. Although, you are not really sure why. Arthur is the one person in the world who you feel the most comfortable and safe with. And yet, with all of the previous restrictions and obstacles now removed, you almost feel more vulnerable than ever.  

When you finish fidgeting with the bedroll and blanket, you turn and look down at him, meeting his gaze with a shy smile gracing your features. You nervously bite your bottom lip as you hesitate for just a moment before you hike up your skirts. Loosely balling the cotton into your hands to show just the slightest amount of your calves, you move to sit on Arthur’s lap. And straddling his hips so that you can face him, you slowly lower yourself down on top of his folded legs. 

He tentatively sets his hands on your hips to help guide you down. Your hands come to rest upon the sides of his neck and shoulders for support, but you leave them there for a few moments after you settle, the muscle and bulk of his body keenly radiating through your fingertips.

Arthur’s hands carefully come up around your neck, his long fingers stretching around to the back and into your hair as his thumbs brush against your chin. He cradles your face, staring as if he hasn't seen you in years, because now he sees you in a whole new light, more radiant and precious to him than ever before. 

You and Arthur simply sit and stare at each other with no words spoken, neither of you sure where to even begin. And yet the anticipation is epic. The comforting silence that encompasses the air is like that that follows the rain. The soft crackling of the fire just outside the shelter is the only sound you hear besides your measured breathing.

Excitement fills your mind as you cannot believe that this is finally happening. But suddenly, you have the fear that Arthur is going to change his mind about this whole thing; that he’s going to get up and bolt from you. Now that you are actually here alone together, you are filled with insecurity. What if he doesn’t like what he sees? You are not the prettiest girl in camp. What if you're too forward? What if you're not forward enough? (He is an outlaw after all.) 

But your whole internal struggle is ridiculous, because Arthur is having the same exact conversation with himself in his own mind right now. He’s ugly. He’s riddled with scars and calluses. He’s older than you, too. And, he is not a good man.

But what neither of you realize is that despite how broken you both are, you are exactly what the other wants and needs. 

His hands release your face, smoothing down over your shoulders and arms to now rest gingerly on your upper thighs. Arthur’s mind races as he stares at you perched so perfectly upon his lap, right where he’s always wanted you. He wrestles with his self-doubt, but in contrast, he also has to deal with his own heated desires. He's wanted you for so, so long. It is all he can do to restrain himself from throwing you down and roughly taking you here and now. 

But eventually, your hand lifts and moves slowly like a butterfly hovering in the air to lay across his cheek. His skin is warm and his beard stubble tickles the palm of your hand. Arthur slowly closes his eyes the moment your fingers graze his skin. He slightly leans into your hand as he places his own massive one overtop of yours to hold it in place, basking in the tenderness found there. It is like a gift that he’s rarely received in his life, and his reaction to your simple gesture almost makes your heart break for him.

Your fingers soon leave his face and proceed to his neck to pull at the knot of his neckerchief which quickly comes off and gets tossed to the side. Then your thumbs gracefully hook under his suspenders to lower them down off his broad shoulders. Although your movements are fluid like water, you can feel Arthur’s whole body begin to stiffen a bit in apprehension under you. 

With the suspenders out of the way, you drift back up to the collar of his shirt, hesitating but just for a moment. You slowly begin to unbutton, working the fasteners back through the holes with slightly shaking fingers. Your eyes follow the trail of your fingers, but Arthur’s gaze never leaves your face, watching you so intently as you work. The glow of the fire outside warms your skin and causes copper flecks to dance in your eyes. He takes note how your breathing has become a bit faster, yet shallow. He’s not sure if it is from nervousness or second thoughts.

When you get to the last button at his waistline your hands float up again, resembling the wingspan of a dove, and tuck under the collar. You slowly push the worn cotton fabric back and off of Arthur’s massive shoulders. Your fingertips trace along the thick sinewy muscles of his arms as you continue to push the fabric down to reveal more of his skin to you. The cool air nips at his skin the moment it is exposed. However, it’s a welcoming sensation to wake him up and anchor him to the present before he drifts off entirely and loses himself. 

Once freed from the garment, your fingertips retrace their path, dancing back up along Arthur’s arms again until they find his shoulders. They continue to explore along his strong neck and move back up to cradle his jawline, until you are holding his handsome face in your hands once more. You pull Arthur in to you for another kiss; slow, deep and passionate. You close your eyes, savoring the taste of his lips. This kiss, just this simple kiss is all it takes for your heart to lose its balance. And all you want to do is fall. 

Arthur’s hands suddenly leave your hips to clutch at your back hungrily while you kiss. He pulls at the bottom of your blouse, lifting it up enough so that he can place his hand onto the bare skin of your lower back, which is softer than he could’ve imagined. 

You lean back from him just enough to catch your breath, reluctant to break the kiss, and take the opportunity to pull your blouse and chemise over your head and toss it to the side, leaving yourself now chest bare before Arthur. The movement causes your hair to ruffle, the locks falling softly like fire ash in the wind to frame your face. 

Arthur blinks a few times and locks onto your eyes, as if testing if his are allowed to roam. At this precarious little moment, he is literally standing on the precipice of no return, and happily waiting to plunge over the side and into your arms.

Your soft smile gives him permission to explore and Arthur swallows thickly as he lets his gaze draw down your face and over your delicate throat, where he catches the skin flicker as you swallow and your pulse quickens. His eyes continue to float down across the delicate curve of your clavicle, until finally landing on your breasts. You watch his reaction closely, noticing his breath hitch slightly as you feel his body shift underneath you. 

Arthur sits motionless, taking in the sight and taking time to appreciate the sheer beauty before him. He has waited and prayed for this moment and he wants not a second of it to be rushed. You reach down and collect his left hand into both of your own and bring it to your lips to softly kiss his dirt-stained knuckles before placing his hand on your right breast, closing his thick fingers around it. A soft puff of air huffs out of his nose at the intimate contact. Arthur draws his thumb across the bud of your nipple and gently squeezes the flesh, amazed at how supple it is. 

You slowly remove your left hand from his and reach to set it upon his firm chest, trailing your fingers through the soft curls of golden-brown hair that is scattered across his body. You start at his collarbone and drift downward before placing your small, delicate palm directly over his heart. 

"I can feel your heartbeat." You smile, pausing to experience the fluttering under your fingertips. "Can you feel mine?" you innocently ask him, staring at him with wide and hopeful eyes. You look at Arthur as if he is so special, so wondrous, that the feeling seems so foreign to him; almost as if it actually hurts him to be gazed upon so intensely like this. But it is not so much as the way you look at him, but how you can’t bring yourself to look at anything else.  

“I feel your heart, your breath, your skin, your hair," he rambles as he gently pulls at a lock. "…everything.” 

The poor man is so overwhelmed. All of his senses are saturated:  seeing you perched on his lap so close that he can count the freckles on your cheeks, your honeyed voice and soft giggles of excitement ringing in his ears. He can taste you on his lips as you kiss. 

And the kisses… dear God, you have lips so soft yet firm that they draw the very breath from his lungs. The feeling of your tongues rolling over each other is heavenly. But it’s your touch that does him in. When you caress Arthur’s tired face, or run your hand along his strong and burdened shoulders, he sweetly shudders beneath you. 

It's been a long time since Arthur has done this; has allowed someone else to touch him in this way. Sure, there were Mary and Eliza, with the occasional working girl for the dire release, but those instances were far and few between. But Arthur has cut himself off for so long that he can’t even remember the last time he was touched like this. He can't even stand to look at himself, how could he manage to let a woman see him in this state? 

Touch starved doesn’t even begin to describe it. And Arthur didn't notice how bad it was until the moment you ran your fingers along his bare arms and chest, your fingers caressing his face. Or, maybe it is just that it is specifically you touching him that is driving him crazy with desire right now.

You eventually begin to explore his body, and trace your fingers along several scars in particular along his chest, arms, and torso, mesmerized by them. Some are larger than others. Some are less angry-looking as time has healed them. But all show the contrast between an old wound and the tanned skin they bury into. 

Being self conscious, Arthur instantly stiffens and tries not to instinctively recoil from you as your attention focuses on his scars. You don't pull back in revulsion as he had expected you to. But you simply stare and curiously run your finger over each one that you can find, like studying the fine thread work of a tapestry, and wondering how it got there. 

"I know I ain’t much to look at for you," Arthur mutters lowly and embarrassed. 

The comment causes you to look up into his eyes with a twinkle in your own before you lean over and softly begin to kiss each scar that you can reach with your lips. Each patch of hardened tissue is a target of your divine attention. The gesture catches Arthur off-guard and his eyes roll shut with a sigh at the feeling of your delicate lips on his damaged skin.

After a few moments of sweetly-delivered kisses, you sit up to look him in the eye again. "Your scars aren’t ugly, Arthur. They tell your story.” Your voice is an angelic whisper, both light-hearted and earnest at the same time; almost childlike in its wonderment. “They are a testament to how strong you really are, and of all of the things you’ve been through. Others would have crumbled under half the weight you’ve had to endure. You're like a tree; strong and weathered, and where everyone takes refuge." 

Your hands dance along his chest again until your index finger lands on one scar in particular that is about three inches from his heart. Your face turns dark for a second, your brows furrowed at the thought of the glaring hardship that he unquestioningly assumes on behalf of everyone else that he cares for. 

"You take the brunt of the storm while everyone is protected by you, Arthur." You gaze at him from under your thick lashes with a look of concern that darkens your once-bright face, worried about his well-being. 

“Yeah, I’m rough and gnarled like an ol’ oak tree”, he sighs with a sad little self-deprecating grin as his fingertips drum nervously on your back.

The effervescent giggle that bubbles from your lips at his statement is music to his ears as that grin of yours that Arthur loves so much blooms across your cheeks.

“Yes, you’re rough, I’ll give you that,” you chuckle in agreement. “But, also like an old oak tree, every once in awhile, Arthur, you show the most magnificent colors.” The demure little smile that graces your face is enough to make Arthur’s heart stop. 

He’s not used to this. He’s been denied attention for so long. Which is ironic, as all you want to do is touch him: run your fingers along his face, draw your leg along his, push yourself up against his bare chest. It's hard for you to imagine anyone ever thinking Arthur is not enough as he is all that you ever seem to think about.

Arthur pulls you to him again for more kisses which you happily reciprocate. The more you touch each other, the more the two of you relax and let go of the inhibitions and hesitations; the comfort settling upon you two like a warm blanket. Your kisses quickly lead to tight embraces, holding each other so close that it's possible that a rib may crack. Heavy breathing and gentle, needy moaning begins to fill the quiet night air.

Getting bolder, Arthur places hot, wet lips along your jawline, down your neck and over your collarbone, getting more and more greedy as your chin gently drops back to grant him access to the sensitive skin underneath. A contented sigh pulls from your slightly gaped mouth as his tongue darts out to leave trails along that soft spot on your chest above your breasts. Your arms affectionately cradle his head to you as your fingers comb through the amber-colored locks of his hair that are forever-embedded with faint hints of woodsmoke.

It is such a blissful moment as you feel each other wrapped in the other’s arms, held so close that every inch of you is heightened and yearning for more. 

Arthur eventually rolls you to lay you down, his own body pinning the side of yours to the ground. Your leg lifts to intertwine with his as your arms slot under his own like a puzzle piece as he deepens the passion with hungry lips and curious hands. Closing your eyes only enhances the extension of his touch as he continues. Everywhere Arthur’s fingers and lips graze, the sensation bursts forth to travel the entire scope of your body.

He eventually sits up on his knees, straddling your right leg, to pull at the strings of your skirt. He’s trying not to get impatient when his giant fingers fumble with the ties. But quick enough, the waistline comes loose and Arthur’s fingers hook underneath and slowly pull the fabric back to expose your hips, and all their glory in between, before showcasing your legs. 

Arthur’s hand comes up to cover his mouth in awe as he takes in the sight of you lying naked beneath him. Slightly embarrassed under his heated gazed, you instinctively pull your legs up a bit, curling in on yourself like a potato bug to try to hide from the exposure. Upon seeing your reaction, Arthur gives you a reassuring smile and leans overtop of you to protectively shield you from the world outside the shelter. His hand caresses your face, a gesture so gentle that belies his gruff exterior. 

“You are so beautiful, you know that?” he whispers to you, kissing your temple. But Arthur’s compliment only makes your cheeks turn as red as the fire outside as you hide your face into his bare chest. 

“Stop it”, you mumble into his muscles, self-conscious of his praise. 

“Oh, so it's okay for you to say nice things, but not me?” he teases with that gruff baritone voice. “I see how it's gonna be.”

“You deserve to hear it more than I do.” Your voice is small and humble, averting your eyes from his as you roll your fingertips around his chest hair.

“Bullshit. If that ain’t the biggest lie I ever heard…”, his nose nudging against yours before encompassing your mouth with his own again.

Arthur carefully moves to crawl completely over you. Both of you are shaking slightly, but it's not from the chill night air. His movements are slow at first, terrified of hurting you physically or offending you with his pent up lust. His hands begin to roam more freely over your skin, which is softer than he ever dreamed. 

Now that he finally has you, Arthur is eager to see every bit of you. His lips kiss over the faint lines and stretch marks that occasionally decorate your skin. His fingertips trace them first as he discovers every bit of you. His attention eventually lands on the soft swell of your breasts, which he caresses before clamping his hot mouth over the nipple, his tongue flicking and swirling over the highly-sensitive skin. You softly hum as your hands find their way to come up again to finger through his hair, your nails dragging slightly across his scalp before lightly grabbing onto the thick waves. 

Your image, your shape, gets burned into Arthur’s brain as he continues his line of kisses and fingertrails all over your body:  every curve, every freckle, even the soft roll of your stomach and hips. Everywhere Arthur touches makes you melt, as his hands are hot like the sun from his own want mixed with his nervousness. 

Your heat is so sensitive as his hand carefully drops to caress it, causing you to jump slightly with a whimper. His fingertips linger around your soft mound until they dance along the delicate folds, already slick with want as you buck slightly into his hand, panting hotly into his mouth. His face now hovers so close to yours, close enough for his eyelashes to tickle your skin, as he gently slips a digit into you. Your spine arches back at the sensation of it, a breathless moan escaping your kiss-swollen lips and your toes begin to curl in pleasure. 

Arthur watches your reaction carefully as he pumps his finger into you. Your eyes roll back as your chin lifts, your mouth sharply sucking in air. Your hand desperately reaches out to grasp his bicep with desire. Your eyes open again to meet his gaze, burning into each other with such intensity. His hand moves faster, adding a second digit now, and curls them to rub that certain spot so perfectly. The sensation draws the most beautiful moan from your lips. It is a sound that almost makes Arthur weep.

Suddenly, the realization of what’s about to happen hits him. What if he’s not good enough? What if you reject him after this? What if he hurts you? What if this ruins the one good thing he has in his life? Arthur pauses in his worship of you, retracting from between your legs for a moment. His hand graces over your forehead as his thumb lingers at the corner of your eyebrow. 

“Are you sure this is what you want, (Y/N)?” His eyes crease with concern as he searches yours, not 100% sure if he should continue. “We don’t have to do this right now.” 

But you are getting restless. You’ve been pushed to the limit in body, mind, and soul by this man and it is time to put an end to your longing. You cup Arthur’s face again with a look of seriousness settling across your features as you are afraid that maybe he is having second thoughts after all.

Your (y/e/c) eyes burn into his with such intensity and longing. “I only want you, Arthur. Of that, I am certain.” 

Arthur inhales deeply, weighing the possible consequences. “If this is too much, you need to tell me. Promise?”

You lift up slightly and give him a chaste kiss upon his plump lips. “I promise.”

Giving a faint smile in acceptance, Arthur pulls away from you. He carefully stands up again, stooping slightly in the small shelter, and begins to unbuckle his pants. With no union suit on today, his remaining layers of clothing are quick to come off. His hardened cock springs forth from its confines as he bends to shuck the pants and boots from his legs. 

You watch him intently, taking in the vision of him. Arthur truly is a beautiful specimen of a man. You have patched him up multiple times after jobs and fights, and of course there was that time when you accidentally stumbled upon him bathing in the river, so you have seen him before. But now you are free to observe his body, to truly take in the sight of him and appreciate the man standing before you.

Of course, he is muscular, his arms and thighs thick from years of hard labor. His entire body is littered with hair, but not in an unpleasant way. Now that he is completely naked in front of you, even more scars are made known to you. You notice old knife wounds on his thighs and an old white scar creeping up along his shin. He almost resembles a ragdoll, one that is tattered and has been stitched back together over time. 

Arthur tosses his pants to the side and looks down at you, hesitating when he notices how keenly you gaze at him. Seeing his look of concern, you sit up to run your hands up his thighs and reach over his abdomen, making the mental note of how his bodyhair trials downward towards the V between his legs. When your face tilts upwards towards his, he leans in for another impassioned kiss before gently pushing you back down and settling himself between your legs. 

Arthur shifts between your hips, getting his knees and elbow set. Caging you underneath him, he begins to rock back and forth causing his whole body to rub against yours. The rhythmic motion lulls you into a relaxed state like no other. You can feel his cock beginning to twitch as it pushes against your heat as if begging for attention. You hear him hiss slightly under his breath, fighting to keep his composure before he loses all self control. The sound makes you moan and mewl on your own accord.

Finally, it’s at the point where Arthur just can’t wait any longer, and neither can you by the way you're grasping and whining at him. He reaches down between you to line himself up and pushes himself into you so gently. Your hand immediately shoots out to his shoulder, bracing yourself. He's well-endowed between his legs and he knows it. Your eyes meet his, holding his gaze as he stretches you so wonderfully below, causing you to lightly gasp. He watches your face as you wince slightly, letting out a brief whimper as he pushes. He's trying to be so mindful of your comfort, knowing he's going to fully bury himself into you to the hilt. 

"You alright?" Arthur cautiously asks as he grabs and hooks his arm under your leg, lifting it up and over his hip to open you up more to him. 

"Yes", you pant out, smiling sweetly and lifting your face up to kiss him gently again. He takes a brief moment to get himself adjusted and then begins to move, causing your breathing to be heavy in his ear. He pushes his cock all the way into you, grunting at the heavenly sensation of it, before retracting again. He moves so slowly at first, but then begins to move at a steady pace. The experience is so utterly amazing to you both as you can feel every inch of each other in the most intimate of ways. 

He begins to pump himself in and out as your whole body moves with him. You hook your arm around Arthur’s wide shoulders and neck while the other hand has a tight grasp onto his bicep, fingers digging into the muscles there. After a few moments, he wants to ask again if you're okay, but when your mouth falls open and he hears the words, "damn, Arthur" whispered into his ear, he knows his answer. 

But you can still see the apprehension in Arthur’s face; feel it in his fingers as he touches you. He buries his face into your neck and holds you so tightly as his hips find their place in a steady rhythm between yours. Yet Arthur is still so hesitant, still holding back from you as if nervous.

"Arthur…I need you," your whisper to him barely audible. 

“You're sure about this?” he asks again, lifting his face from your neck to look into yours. “I mean, I really don’t want to hurt you, (Y/N), after everything and all.” Arthur sweetly searches for any misgivings, for any sign that you are not ready for this next step.

“I want all of you, Arthur," your voice yearning with desire as you cup his face again. You are so touched that this sometimes-brutal man can be so careful with you, especially in this situation. "It’s okay. I’m tougher than you think." You give him a little nod as his favorite little smile graces your lips once more.

And just like that, that confirmation is all that Arthur needs as he suddenly crashes into your lips, hot and all consuming this time. His thrusts instantly become deep and steady as his hips begin to snap sharply into yours with the ferocity of a caged beast that has been released back into the wild. And you gasp in the most satisfied way as you give in to him. 

“That’s it,” you pant, praising him as you wrap your one leg around his waist to pull him deeper into you, while using the other to stabilize yourself against his force and push yourself up to receive him. 

It doesn’t take long for Arthur to give in to his long-denied desires and lose himself completely, drowning in his senses. He didn’t realize just how empty his soul was until you were there to fill it again. And you are more than happy to be the one to provide that comfort to him. It’s the simplest, yet most selfless thing that you could offer him with your humble existence. 

Arthur used to think that he just wanted to disappear sometimes, to get lost from everyone and everything in the world. But what he realizes is that all he’s ever wanted was to be truly found. And clinging to him, you are just as desperate as Arthur is. Loneliness isn’t something just for an outlaw. You wrap yourself up into him, into his arms, against his barrel chest which is heaving and trying to catch the air for the lungs within as he moves faster and faster on top of you.

“Don’t let me go." Your plea wafts into his ear as tears form in the corners of your eyes as the weight of everything that you've been through and everything you've been waiting for, finally comes to a culmination. 

”Never” is all he manages to murmur in response, not even sure if you hear him. 

The feeling of Arthur on top of you, of him inside of you, is so wonderfully overwhelming and electric. The fullness of him inside you, his rough hands on your skin, his soft lips nipping at your jawline, and his hot breath on your neck, it’s all as if lightning has hit you and is traveling throughout your entire body. Your skin is buzzing with the exquisite sensation, acutely aware of even his chest hair as it drags and rubs against your sensitive breasts as he moves. 

Arthur grabs onto your hip again, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh there. There will be slight bruising there for sure later, but neither of you are in any frame of mind to acknowledge or care right now. His cock continues to ram into you, hitting the back of your walls as his girth stretches you so wonderfully. His thrusts are sharp and hard, more desperate than harsh, chasing you, as if you’ll vanish from him in moments like the sun burning the morning fog away.

It is a good thing that your first time together is out and away from anyone else in camp. It gives you both the opportunity to explore and appreciate each other properly. But it also allows you to be free and unrestricted, as the sounds of your lovemaking burst forth in waves of moaning, squeals, and grunting, only getting louder and louder with each cascading wave of building ecstasy. 

Looking down at you, Arthur never thought he’d see you like this:  flushed and pupils blown, your mouth fallen open and making the most incredible noises in his ear. In all the time he's watched you from afar and sketched your image to keep privately for himself, Arthur never dreamed it could be like this. He looks down at himself pounding into you, watching how your body shudders with each stroke. Like a musician playing a fiddle, you move and moan with his fingers. Your chest heaves while your back arches at an almost inhuman angle, desperate to receive more of him. It makes him want you even more. It's crazy how your body responds in perfect union to his. Every time you moan his name in broken syllables and wanton whispers, Arthur shudders and groans even more as it is a confirmation that you are really here for him and only him. And like a selfish child, he wants you all to himself.

The two of you form a beautifully ungraceful knot of limbs and noises, hard to tell where one of you begins and the other ends. Arthur rocks into your hips like a wave on the ocean, repeatedly surging and retreating. Your hands wrap under his arms to grip the planes of his back as your fingers dig into the hard muscle there, clawing for a handhold. You draw your knee up, causing your hips to open wider and granting Arthur more access to your core before your heels dig into the backs of his thighs. And in reaction to your movements, he swallows each of your gasps with his mouth, hungry for you. He winds his hand up into your hair again, pulling slightly to tip your chin back to expose the delicate area of your throat and allowing him to claim what is his with a twinkle of pure delight in his eyes. Your mouth opens up into a soundless scream, an airless breath that fights to escape your chest. And all the while, you are completely absent of coherent thought. Your mind is taken over by the feel of Arthur completely encompassing you. 

This goes on for what seems like hours, as time seems to stand still. For the first time in forever, this feels different for both of you. You cling to Arthur as if your life depends on it because maybe it does. Arthur is the very air you breathe. But that is okay, because he clings to you just the same. The two of you lie there, skin against skin, yet you still try to pull each other even closer. It's a wonder that either of you can move at all for how tightly you hold each other. But it's because you move in perfect unison together that you are able to make it work so heavenly.  

In this beautiful moment, nestled in the thick of the forest and caressed by the darkness of the night, yet kissed by the glow of a fire, you and Arthur give in to each other so completely and so deeply, each finding that missing piece in each other to make you both whole once more. He is the strength that you so desperately need, and you are the hope and humanity that he lost so long ago.

Lightning begins to build in your abdomen as your climax is soon to come. You can’t even form words to tell him, but Arthur can tell by how much faster you're panting and squirming beneath him. Your hot breath dances across Arthur’s neck as your bottom teeth drag along his earlobe, causing an almost animalistic grunt to erupt from him. 

Now it’s your turn to dig your fingers with bruising pressure as your fingernails begin to cut into the flesh of his strong back, holding onto him desperately while the crescendo builds between your legs. You throw your head back with a loud and overwhelmed moan the moment it hits, stars clouding your vision as your climax comes hard with full force like a tidal wave. Arthur stares at you, mesmerized, as his hand comes up to cradle your face as if he’s trying to actually catch the feeling of it into his palm. He is utterly amazed by you. He can’t remember when, or even if, he’s seen a woman react to his touch like this. 

And with this sight, Arthur is soon to follow you. Moaning loudly, his eyes shoot wide before screwing tightly shut again to brace himself for the impending sensation about to rock his entire body. And the intensity of his orgasm hits him like a ton of bricks. Arthur quickly reaches up to fist your hair again as he pulls himself out of you just in time to release between your thighs. The muscles of his entire body tense up and restrict, clamping down tightly onto your body underneath him. His breathing becomes staggered and jagged as he sputters to catch his breath.  

Arthur has a split second of panic as he pulls out of you, not sure if he has timed himself properly. He almost doesn’t make it because he can barely pry himself from your reflexive grasp to move. Aside from the obvious precautions against pregnancy, Arthur doesn't want to offend you by assuming he could release inside of you. 

Arthur remains motionless for a few moments, still trying to catch his breath from his own orgasm, before his bear-like frame collapses onto you. You notice how sweetly his legs and arms tremble as he tries not to crush you beneath him. His face returns to the crook of your neck, panting hot breath onto your sweat-glistening skin. The cool night air is a blessing as a slight breeze chases away the excessive heat that radiates off of your naked bodies. You slowly drag your fingers up the valley of his spine, dancing along the back of his neck and into his hair as the feather-light touch of your fingers causes him to shudder again. You let out a satisfied moan as you flex your fingers into his sweat-damp hair. 

Arthur eventually pulls himself up onto his elbows to look you in the face again and is relieved to be greeted by the softest of smiles. You place your hand along his cheek again, just as you did before, and lift up to pepper his face with sweet kisses along his jaw and his cheek and over his eyelids and nose. 

Carefully, Arthur rolls off of you and onto his left side, but keeps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he moves. He reaches over you to grab his neckerchief that was discarded earlier and uses it to gently clean your legs and then himself before tossing it aside once more. 

Laying there wrapped up into each other’s arms, you forget that the rest of the world exists. You stare into each other's eyes, soaking up the reality of what has just happened between you, as your hand floats up to nestle your fingertips in between the pectoral muscles of his chest. There is a new sense of depth to Arthur’s ocean-blue eyes, a calmness that you haven’t seen before. Arthur studies your face, taking in the way the firelight catches in your irises and mapping the curvature of your lips that he has to fight the urge to kiss again and again. 

“So now what?” Arthur asks, finally breaking the blissful silence.

You release a hum of contented exhaustion as you smile at him. "This doesn’t have to be anything that you don’t want it to be, Arthur. Although I’m really hoping it goes past this moment." 

“I gotta be honest, (Y/N), I haven’t done this in a long time. I...I don’t know if I can.” He draws his lips inward, biting down slightly as he’s embarrassed to tell you this, worried you’ll reject him here and now. 

“But what you don’t realize, Arthur, is that’s where you have me at a disadvantage,” you tell him with a voice so soft and gentle. “At least you’ve had love before. I’ve never been fortunate enough to have what you had, even if it was only for a brief window of time.” You lovingly reach over and run the pads of your fingers over his lips and chin. A lop-sided grin dusts your face as you study him for a moment. “You are capable of so much more than you know, Arthur. I can’t wait for the day that you realize that.” 

Arthur hums in contemplation, averting his eyes for a moment as the corners of his mouth lift a bit. His fingertips roll over the delicate skin of your back as your words embed themselves into his mind.

“I don’t want anything from you, Arthur. I just simply want you.” Your breathy voice carries your warm proclamation, assured with the glinting look that you give him. 

“This could go so wrong, you know,” he warns, his eyebrows knit with concern as his gaze meets yours once again.

“True. But, it could go so right, too,” you counter with a smirk. “This could be the best thing to happen to either of us, Arthur." You reach over again and gracefully run your fingers through his hair before cupping his cheek again as your thumb gently swipes over his bottom lip. "And I think you’re worth the risk.” 

Arthur runs his hand along your back and over your hips, taking in all of your beautiful words. He thinks he is just so ordinary. Or maybe not even that. But to you, he is extraordinary, vast and breathtaking like the bluest sky over the valley. And he can see it in your eyes when you look at him and it makes it hard for him to breathe.  

“Do you have any idea what you do to a man?”, he finally smirks, his eyebrows arching questioningly at you. 

A coy smile dances upon the petals of your lips in return. “Don’t care about other men. Just you.” 

That affirmation causes Arthur’s heart to soar higher than the stars sparkling in the sky above you, and he surges forward and into your lips again. He doesn’t want this moment to end, but only to fold the two of you up into it forever. You smile and hum into Arthur's mouth as his tongue pushes over yours again and again as you can feel his confidence building with each caress of his strong hands across your body. 

When you feel him harden against your legs again, you take advantage of the opportunity and gently push the man over to climb on top of him. Your hair falls to create an intimate curtain, housing your two faces so sweetly as you catch Arthur’s lips with your own. You pull away from his mouth and begin to place kisses along his neck and over his shoulder. The thin blanket that Arthur had wrapped around the two of you slowly falls away to expose your naked body to the cool night air once more, causing goosebumps to prickle your skin. 

Using one hand to steady yourself, you use the other to explore Arthur’s muscled chest, rolling over the chest hair that decorates his weathered skin. Playing on both angles, you draw your leg up along Arthur’s body, running your knee and leg along his side, while simultaneously moving your hand and lips down his thick torso. The full body caress makes Arthur’s whole body come to life. His body is used to hardship and blows; to be abused and pushed to the limits of its capabilities. Certainly not this type of coveted affection and touching that you are providing him now.

Arthur’s head rolls back with a moan as he is now the one being taken care of. His head thumps back against your make-shift pillow with a soft ‘thud’ sound as his hands land on your shoulders, massaging the muscle there between his strong fingers as you travel downward along his body. Your trail of kisses leads you down to his hips as your hair feathers out over his abdomen. 

His breath suddenly hitches as he quickly looks down as you hover over his cock. You look up at him and meet his gaze, before you duck back down, gently taking his large cock into your hand. Arthur’s eyes go wide then immediately heavy-lidded as the heat from your mouth envelops his tip before slowing working down the thickness of his shaft. 

You have only done this a few times before now, and Arthur is much larger than you're used to. But desire is a wonderful motivator. Your head starts to bob slowly at first before picking up a faster pace. Using your hand, you're able to take him entirely into your mouth without gagging. Your tongue wraps around the shaft before teasingly flicking at the tip. The muscles of your mouth firmly encompass his cock, creating the most blissful sensation of pressure and suction as you pull up and down. You can hear the hissing and moaning sounds the man is making and it only increases your confidence in your performance, and you change your technique to elicit the specific sound you desire from his trembling lips. 

Right now, you only want to take care of Arthur; to make him feel good and show him the attention that he so rightfully deserves. And yet, the idea that you could hold this strong and fearsome outlaw hostage in the palm of your hand is incredible. This position also gives you the opportunity to take note of just how large Arthur is. It’s little wonder how he was able to pull such an intense orgasm from the depth of your body just moments ago. The very memory of it causes your own desires to ramp up, as your heat begins to tingle and get wet between your legs again. 

Once Arthur is at the point that he is rock-hard again, you slowly remove his cock from your mouth with a soft “pop” and gently rise-up to place yourself on top of him. Arthur watches you, captivated, as you crawl over him like an animal stalking its prey, and slowly rock back and forth, rubbing yourself against him. He’s tempted to take himself in hand, line himself up with your heat and push up into you again. But he’s too transfixed by your dominance at the moment to do anything but watch you move atop of him. 

As if reading his mind, you smirk and you lift up a bit more, wrapping your hand around his rigid cock to guide yourself as you lower onto him, moaning softly and biting down on your lip as his size fills you up yet again. Your head drops back, hair cascading down your back, as you start to slow-grind on him in a hypnotic rhythm. 

Finally able to pull his mind out of its lust-drunk fog, Arthur runs his hands up the front of your thighs, his thumbs rubbing small circles into the plush skin there. He snakes one hand along your stomach and up into the valley between your breasts as the other hand lands on your hip, his fingers digging slightly to help hold the pace you are setting. Letting you take the lead this time allows Arthur to take in the sight of you as you straddle his hips with your own. 

You're not perfect. But it’s your imperfections that make you perfect to Arthur. It really is as if you are made for each other. You have curves, for sure. You're not as small as some of the other girls in camp, but you fit into Arthur’s large hands perfectly. He doesn’t feel like he’s going to break you as if you are a porcelain doll. Your individual features are pleasant for sure, but taken in as a whole, you are striking. At least to Arthur you are. 

He savors the touch of your soft skin against his which is rough and weathered; how the large orbs of your adoring eyes are looking down at him right now, and how you so generously take him into yourself. You are beautiful, you are kind…and you are his. And the two of you can’t get enough of each other. 

For you, you had been so worried that what happened in Rosewood would have ruined you. And it almost did. But you didn’t want that act of depravity to define you. And you pulled from the common adversity of your new family to help rebuild your spirit like a phoenix rising from the ashes. And if that hadn’t happened, you wouldn’t be here now, like this. With Arthur. 

If it were anyone else touching you like this, you’d probably curl up into a ball, retracting into yourself in fear or self-loathing. But with Arthur, you feel safe and shielded as if no one else in the world would, or could, touch you. 

Arthur is different and you’ve always known it by the way he makes you feel, even when he simply speaks to you. He is warm and instantly feels familiar to you, like he has always been the other half of yourself. He feels solid and secure to your touch and almost makes you feel drunk with emotions that can’t even be named. The best feeling in the whole world is to be with someone who wants you just as much as you want them.

It's amazing how life works sometimes. Some people always have the sunshine in life while others always seem to get the rain. But sometimes, you really do need to suffer through the storm to see the magic of the rainbow at the end of it. 

As you continue to ride him, Arthur can see and feel both of you rapidly approaching your conjoined climax again as he can feel the velvet walls of your heat clenching around his twitching cock inside of you. As you begin to move even faster, you take your hands off of where you've been holding on to Arthur’s forearms and lean over him to plant them on his shoulders. This angle gives you more leverage to grind Arthur even deeper into yourself, if that’s even possible. Harder, faster. Deeper than you thought possible, until you feel as if he’s up into your ribcage. Arthur reciprocates by bucking his hips up into yours with each stroke, causing you to gasp as the breath is taken right out of your lungs with the feel of it. And it’s shortly thereafter that you both start to grasp at each other again, bracing for the overstimulation about to hit. 

Your climax is intense and hits first again. A sharp moan erupts from your lips as your head instantly snaps backwards. And as your muscles begin to go limp as you come down, Arthur grabs you and takes control, sitting up slightly to wrap his strong arms around you, and rides you through the surge of it. 

Watching your eyes roll back into your head with a strained cry, he is quick to hit his own climax and swiftly lifts you up to pull himself out of you again. He pitches you forward, causing your trembling arms to brace yourself against him as he spills his seed along your conjoined thighs once more. It’s a good thing Arthur has a hold of you, too, as you are completely undone at this point, your whole body seemingly boneless. You roll your head to the side and close your eyes before leaning forward to collapse against his chest. 

You both lay there for some time, motionless except for your heaving chests. Arthur’s massive arms encircle you to hold you tight to him as you curl up onto the plane of his chest, your fingers clutching at him. Eventually, you shift to lower yourself to lay along Arthur’s side. You turn into him and snuggle your face into his chest as your hand rests across his heart which you can feel beating like crazy beneath your palm. You absentmindedly rake your fingers through his chest-hair and lift your leg up and over to entwine with his, still trying to keep as close to him as possible. 

Smiling slightly at the feeling of your warm body against his, Arthur pulls the blanket around you again to cover your naked body as it drapes over his own. He lays his hand atop of yours that rests on his chest and wraps his other arm around you to cradle you back into him, his hand tangling in your hair as he holds your head. 

And here in this perfect little moment of satiated bliss, Arthur is happy.

“We could have done this a long time ago, you know,” you snicker as you roll your eyes up to look at him. 

“Hmmm, don’t I know it. Remind me next time to listen to you, would ya?” He pulls his rough fingers along your spine and up over your bare shoulders, still fascinated by how soft your skin is. 

“It’s like I told you before, Arthur:  you look out for me, I’ll look out for you,” you say drowsily, as sleep is about to take over your worn-out senses. And within moments, you are asleep. 

When you go silent and the only sound he hears is the crickets in the night, Arthur looks down at your form, curled up into him like a kitten and almost as fragile looking as one, too. He runs his fingertip along your shoulder again, admiring how the appendage curves. And as he watches you in your euphoric slumber, his mind starts to wander now that it’s quiet and his wits are about him once more. 

It is amazing how this person who was once a total stranger to him can suddenly, and without warning, mean the world to him. You are everything Arthur has ever dared to hope for. And somehow, by some miracle, you have graced him with your affection. And Arthur knows it now: time, distance, background - nothing could separate you two. This is real and this is right. Arthur understands now that you are the person that he was always meant to find, and he is unimaginably captivated by you. 

In the quiet night air, now that the symphony of moans and panting are done, the only sound carrying through the still night air is the popping of the fire as it dies down. The faint noise of a hooting owl in the trees can be heard off in the distance. Left to his own thoughts, Arthur’s reason and self-doubt begin to creep up again, but it’s only for a moment. Spreading like black ink, Micah’s words ring through his mind : if Arthur really cared for you, he’d save you the heartache and keep you safe from him and the trouble that someone like him brings. 

But now, Arthur doesn’t think he could ever do that even if he tried. Selfishly, now that he has you, he doesn’t want to let you go. It would be like taking the air from his lungs or the blood from his heart. Arthur is all-consumed by you now. He could die tomorrow and he'll be a happy man. 

What if he doesn’t run this time, but stays and lets your affection for him, possibly even love, overtake him? Arthur never fathomed that even something as simple as the sound of your voice could ever calm his soul like you have. 

So instead of the foolish notion to leave you in order to protect you, Arthur determines he’s going to do everything in his power to keep you safe and protected in his care. He is your guardian, and you are his angel. 

As he comes to this conclusion, Arthur’s powerful arms involuntarily tighten around you as if someone was going to come and take you away from him. He leans down and places an ever-so soft kiss on the top of your head, causing you to shift even closer into him in your sleep. 

“I got you, baby-girl. I got you”, he whispers. 

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Several hours go by and you slowly wake from your blissful slumber to the sound of chirping birds in the air. The lightening sky of soft lavender and subdued pinks washes over the landscape and creeps its way into the hunting shelter, intruding upon the blissful solitude where you and Arthur are still tucked away. 

The last few plumes of smoke from the dying fire slowly waft through the air. Both of you must have been worn out from your passionate love-making as you are both in the same position as when you fell asleep in each other's arms. The slightly damp, cool breeze of the morning blows across your exposed shoulder, causing you to stir. You slowly stretch and curl into a tighter ball around the bulk of the man beneath you. You inhale deeply as your muscles flex and you instantly catch his scent. The smell of leather and cigarettes, mixed with a bit of clove from his soap, fills your nose. It instantly makes you smile in your hazy sleep, remembering where you are and that this is indeed not a dream. 

Arthur refused to sleep much overnight, keeping a watchful eye on you as you slept, but he did end up dozing lightly here and there. When he feels you move against his bare skin, warm and soothing, he peels open his blue-green eyes with a sleepy grunt and peers down at you. 

“Hey you,” he murmurs softly as he runs his thumb across your temple. You smile, inhaling deeply again, taking a moment to appreciate where you are before you reply with your own sleep-hushed “Hey you”. 

“We’re gonna have to get goin’ here soon, little miss. Dutch ain’t gonna be too happy if we’re out much longer.” Arthur’s voice is thick with sleep and, of course, carrying with it the reluctant tone to enforce what he's saying.

You groan in disappointment, burying your face back into him as you shuffle a bit as your limbs slowly awaken once more. “You sure that’s the way you want to go?” you ask coyly, as you start to leave kisses on Arthur’s chest while seductively drawing circles on his skin with your fingertip. 

“Aw c’mon, you’re killin’ me,” he whines, causing you to giggle mischievously. Arthur wraps you up into his arms and squeezes tightly before relaxing again. When you’re able to lift your head, you reach up to pull his face to yours and plant a soft, yet very intimate kiss on his lip. Your eyes create that dreamy, longing stare again as you look up into his face and run your knuckles along his cheek. 

“You’re gonna get me in so much trouble, you know that?” Arthur raises an eyebrow at you.

“Oh, I know.” With a quick kiss to his nose, you slowly sit up and stretch, looking around for your clothes with a sigh of disappointment. “But I suppose you’re right. We should get going.” 

Arthur reluctantly sits up as well, leaning over to kiss your naked shoulder as he runs his hand slowly down your back, his touch tickling your skin. Your eyes slowly float closed as you turn your head into his, trying to savor every last bit of time you have alone together.

“Trust me, Darlin’, I’d stay out here with you forever if I could,” he mumbles into your skin as his nose and lips smoosh into your shoulder as if trying to melt the two of you together.

“Yeah, yeah, promises, promises,” you joke as you roll over to grab your blouse and skirt. Arthur sees the perfect opportunity and playfully smacks your exposed butt, pulling a slight squeak from your lips.

But soon enough, the two of you get yourselves together. You reluctantly pull apart from one another long enough to pack up the few things you had brought with you in your hasty departure yesterday and prepare to leave the little hunting lean-to and head back to camp. The sun has awakened as well at this point and begins to shine down, its beams freckling through the tree branches. It is a gloriously beautiful morning and you look upon it with a whole new sense of wonder and happiness in your heart. 

As you shake out the blanket and roll it up in your hands, Arthur stands hesitantly behind you, watching you gracefully move as you tuck the last bit of things onto Buck’s saddle. Noticing him out of the corner of your eye, you turn and give him a curious look. “Everything alright?” 

“I’m fine. Just rolling the last 12 hours around in my head," he mumbles, swirling his hand in the air by his temple. "It’s hard to believe what just happened.” Arthur smiles sheepishly, rubbing his hand along his chin as he thinks about his current situation. 

So much has changed in the last few days, let alone hours. From the fighting between you, to his ride to Rosewood; from the confessions to the embrace. And of course, the beautiful night you’ve just spent together. The river of emotions have weighed heavily on Arthur, leaving him delightfully overwhelmed and uncharacteristically content. 

You beam with sparkling eyes as you take a few steps over to him. “Well, now you can touch whenever you want to. That should be fun, yeah?” You reach your arms around his barrel-chest, squeezing him to you, and lift your face upwards to start placing sweet kisses along his face and neck. 

"Whatcha doin?” Arthur asks cautiously, a suspicious eyebrow raised, but one that belies the grin creeping across his bearded face. 

“Just lovin' up on you again,” you giggle into his neck. "Something tells me you're past due and I got a lot of time to make up for." 

A low hum rumbles from deep in his chest as Arthur folds you up against him, squeezing you into a strong embrace in return. He collects your beautiful face into his giant hands and leans down to kiss you deeply. Your breath rolls over each other’s as you indulge your senses yet again. Once more, the rest of the world falls away the moment your lips touch. The feeling leaves your knees weak and you have to fight the urge to push it farther as your arms tighten around his torso and begin to creep up his back. 

When he pulls back again, Arthur looms over you, looking down into your face and admiring the precious gift he’s holding in his hands. He gives a slight shake to his head, absolutely blown away by his dumb-luck and how he’s managed to fall ass-backwards into your life. Arthur stares at you for a moment, those vivid blue eyes of his bright with a whole new purpose behind them as you reflect back to him the most resplendent smile he has ever seen.

“Mine,” he whispers.

“Yours,” you respond breathlessly. 

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It is mid-morning by the time you and Arthur make your way back to camp. You’re not too sure of what you’ll come back to, but prepare yourselves for the teasing and cat-calls you’re sure are coming. Thankfully, though, it’s mostly knowingly smirks and waves that greet you. A slight wave of relief settles over you at that, as you are not sure how Arthur would react to such personal teasing. Despite the connection that the two of you have, he is still very much a private person. 

You both get Arthur’s horse taken care of, offer your apologies to a very agitated Blue for being left behind, and then head over to Pearson’s wagon to get some much-needed coffee. The camp is relatively quiet this morning, with a few members milling about with their own agendas. The slight breeze waffs the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee in your direction and pulls you like a tether. You inhale deeply, your eyes briefly rolling shut, and smile with the feeling of “being home”. This little moment is so perfect:  a beautiful morning, surrounded by friends, hot coffee on the fire, and your man at your side. 

“There’s the love-birds,” Pearson chimes loudly with a wink when he notices you and Arthur. The cook stirs the last remnants of breakfast in his pot, clanging the utensil loudly on the side to shake off whatever coats the spoon. The portly man quickly puts down the ladle and grabs the coffee pot and a few cups for you. 

“Yeah, yeah,” says Arthur, waving him off as his face turns a slight shade of pink. You simply smile and gratefully take the cup from Pearson’s hand. A quick, eager sip of the hot, bitter liquid cascades down your throat, warming you from the inside out and a soft “Ahhhh” escapes your lips. And before the two of you can do anything else, you are greeted by the sound of Dutch’s voice carrying through the air. 

“Well, well, nice of you two to join us again!” 

You and Arthur both turn to see Dutch and Hosea approach and notice Hosea holding a few rolls of paper in his hands. 

“Are you two done foolin’ around so we can get some work done around here?” asks Dutch, raising his eyebrows at you both in impatience with a slight wave of his arm. 

“For now,” you quip back. “But I was hoping to fool around a bit again before dinner”. You give Dutch a cocky smirk and a wink. 

Hosea's face wrinkles delightfully as he tries to stifle a laugh while Arthur lowers his head to hide a huge smile under the brim of his hat at your insinuation. But the look on Dutch’s face is anything but amused by your comment right now. 

“Not in the mood. Right,” you say awkwardly under Dutch’s impatient glare, clearing your throat and quickly minding your place. “I’ll just...go somewhere over there.” You wave your hand dismissively towards the center of the camp before turning to Arthur. “I’ll see you later, Arthur,” you giggle. 

Placing your hand on his arm, you give it a slight squeeze along with a big smile. He gives you a quick nod before you quickly scurry away from the men. Arthur’s eyes continue to follow after you, landing on the curve of your rear as you walk away, instantly missing your presence. He reluctantly turns back to Dutch only to be met with the older man’s stink-eye look. 

“What?” asks Arthur innocently, chuckling a little. 

Dutch plants his ringed hands onto his hips in annoyance, tilting his head to the side just a bit as he looks at Arthur. “This is going to get really old, really fast, isn’t it?” asks Dutch with an exasperated sigh.

“Oh, leave him alone, Dutch. He’s finally got a good thing goin’ there for himself,” interrupts Hosea approvingly with a knowing grin on his face. “Now, come on you two. We need to go over these carrier routes.” Hosea waves the papers he’s been holding in front of them and motions to the nearest table with his head. 

Leaving the three of them to their business, you take your cup of coffee and saunter over to the fire to take advantage of a rare quiet morning to relax. Noticing that you are back in camp, Abigail is quick to run up to you with a huge cheshire-cat-like smile sparkling on her face.

“Well, good morning, Miss (Y/L/N),” Abigail sings as she hustles over, shimmying up to you and elbowing your arm. “Soooo?” she questions you with a smirk.

But you playfully roll your eyes at her and shake your head as you take a seat next to the other girls who are already gathered around the fire and trying to wake up for the day. “A lady doesn’t kiss and tell," you tease Abigail with a grin, demurely pulling your shoulder to your chin. 

“Well, we know there was more than kissin’ going on last night, so why don’t you tell us about that then?” jokes Abigail, swatting your arm.

"So tell us, (Y/N)! How was it?" Karen blurts out eagerly. Her sleepy face instantly perks up the moment you sit down.

"Karen!" scolds Mary-Beth in a hushed tone. Judging by their snickering, you can only imagine that your departure last night has been the talk of the camp.

"What?” Karen protests innocently to Mary-Beth. “I'm genuinely curious.” She waves her hand nonchalantly towards you. “I wanna know if it was worth all the trouble and the wait.” When Mary-Beth gives nothing but a disapproving stare, Karen leans in to her and swats her friend’s leg. “Oh c'mon, like you ain't dyin' to know yourself," she hisses. 

"Actually, I'm kind of curious about it myself," interjects Abigail, looking back to you with that same cat-like grin.

“Yeah, (Y/N), how’d it go?” asks Tilly, leaning forward in her chair and planting her elbows on her knees in keen interest.

It is so sweet to you how your friends want to share in your excitement. You’ve never had siblings, and even your friendships as a young girl were never as open and close as the relationships that you have quickly cultivated with these women. Your face begins to bashfully dust pink at their attention, yet you can’t help yourself as your smile gets even wider by the minute. 

“Some of the best moments in life are the things that you can’t tell other people about,” you gush, yet still trying to be elusive.

“Oh, come on! That ain’t fair! You gotta give us somethin’!” begs Karen, smacking her hands on her thighs and leaning in towards you.  

You simply reply with a long, mockingly-impatient sigh before your face turns a deeper shade of scarlet. You cover your face with your hands for a few moments before pulling them down to peek over your fingertips at your friends, blushing and giggling like a school-girl. 

"It was...perfect," you say with a dreamy, love-drunk grin on your face. 

“Ooooo” They all let out a collective excited giggle, elbowing each other and so happy for both you and for Arthur. 

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Fortunately, it is a bit of a slow day today and Ms Grimshaw is not chasing after everyone to get back to work for once. So you are able to just sit and socialize with the girls. You pass the time sipping coffee and gossiping, discussing what the plans are for the day and watching Jack play “swords” with a stick with Uncle. It is a perfectly content afternoon for once.

Somewhere off to the side you hear the sound of someone clearing their throat before they approach your little group. You turn your head when movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention and instantly grin ear to ear when you see that it is Arthur. The way your whole body lights up the moment that you see him makes Arthur instantly wish you were back at the hunting shelter. You’ve only been apart for a little over an hour and yet it already feels like days. 

"Ladies", he addressed the group of you with a nod and polite touch to the brim of his hat.

"Hey, Arthur" they all giggle and smirk at the outlaw at their inside joke. You are quick to swat at them, trying to get them to hush.

"Uh...right.” His hand comes up behind his neck as he stands there awkwardly, suddenly a little uncomfortable with their smirking faces all turned to him. “(Y/N), can I talk to you for a minute?" He waves his hand to usher you away from the small group to speak in private. 

“Sure.” You bounce up from your seat to follow him, turning back over your shoulder with a quick glare at your friends in warning to knock it off with the teasing cackles. 

You and Arthur walk a few feet away from the girls before you stop and turn to face each other. "Don't mind them,” you say quickly to Arthur, waving at the girls.  “They're just..." and you roll your eyes and shake your head, totally at a loss for words.

“Hmmm…yeah I know how they can get,” Arthur acknowledges with a chuckle. He pauses for a moment, looking down at you with a bit of a dopey grin. This is the first time you’ve had a moment alone together again since you’ve gotten back and he’s missed you already. 

“Listen, I gotta leave for a bit. Hosea’s got a lead on some work, need to check it out. But I’ll be back as soon as I can.” His eyebrows raise a bit, waiting to see how you will react to this information.

“Okay”. You nod in understanding, giving him a simple smile. Your response is so easy and accepting. Arthur was expecting a protest or for you to be upset, but he’s pleasantly surprised when you are not. 

“Well, after last night, I wasn’t sure if it was proper to leave.” He gives you a sheepish, guilty look as his thumbs tuck into his gunbelt in his usual, comfortable stance.

You place your hands over his arms as you lean in closer. “It’s alright. Go do what you gotta do. I’ll be here.” 

Arthur hesitates for a moment as something else is clearly on his mind, and he shifts his weight from one hip to the other before he speaks again. “One more thing. Would you do something for me?” His eyes squint just a bit as he thinks on how to pose his next question.

“Anything.” You smile at him, moving your hands onto his chest now, and your fingers begin to fiddle with the knot of his neckerchief. Arthur hums a little, his eyes following your fingers and trying not to get distracted from his task at hand. 

“Stay here in camp ‘til I get back, would ya? Don't be goin' out with the girls or nothin'. I’d feel better knowing you were safe here 'til I got back.” Arthur’s face becomes more serious now. You instantly realize what he’s asking of you and why, and his protectiveness is quite touching. You are relieved to see that Arthur has already taken to the idea of the two of you being “together” and it warms your heart. 

“Sure, I can do that,” you agree and your smile grows even bigger like a plant that has been watered and set in the sun. You take Arthur’s chin in your fingers and pull him down as you raise up on your toes to kiss him sweetly. He blushes a bit at the public display of affection that he's not used to. But he loves it just the same.

"Be careful, please." You playfully scold him, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Always am," Arthur smirks. 

From somewhere behind him, you can hear Bill yelling for him. “Come on Morgan, let’s go!” Arthur lets out an exasperated sigh as he looks at you, rolling his eyes before he turns to leave and making you giggle. 

“Play nice!”, you call after him as Arthur begrudgingly walks away.

"Never do!" he calls back with another smirk and a wink at you over his shoulder. 

Your eyes follow Arthur with a contented sigh escaping your lips as he walks towards the awaiting group that is about to head out. His broad shoulders rock slightly with his slow, swaggering walk; his burly arms sway at his sides, hovering above the guns that hang so naturally on his hips.

Yep. No doubt about it. You are just stupid for, and hopelessly in love with, this man. 

You shake your head at the wonder of it all and turn to head back to the girls.

Arthur makes his way over to the hitching posts to join the others in getting ready to head out on the scout job. He lifts his chin in acknowledgement to John who is already sitting atop Old Boy, waiting for Arthur to join the group. Then suddenly Arthur is brought out of his reverie by an unwelcome sound. 

“So you and (Y/N) have finally done the deed, eh, Morgan?” The sound of Micah’s voice grates on Arthur’s nerves like a knife scraping across metal as the man saunters over to follow Arthur to the horses. (Ugh, of course Dutch wants him for this job, as well.) 

“Well, how was she?” the bastard grunts.  “I bet she’s real frisky. Like a cat.” Micah shakes his eyebrows suggestively at Arthur, knowing full-well that he’s pressing his luck.

A lightning bolt of anger shoots through Arthur’s very being at the very mention of your name from Micah’s despicable lips. His jaw flexes tightly as he grits his teeth together. He reaches out and shoves his massive hand onto Micah’s chest, stopping him dead in his tracks. Arthur pulls a deep inhale through his nose in order to collect himself before he speaks. His eyes turn to that hard, icy-blue color as they pierce menacingly into Micah.

“Let’s get something straight right now.” Arthur points his finger at Micah’s chest. “You don’t talk about her. You don’t look at her. In fact, do yourself a favor and don’t even think about her. Or you and I are goin' to go rounds. Do I make myself perfectly clear?” Arthur’s voice is low and unyielding. That hardness that the outlaw is known for rears its dangerous head in Micah’s direction and the weasel freezes, instantly knowing where that line in the sand has been drawn.

“Say it,” Arthur slowly grits out between clenched teeth as he menacingly towers over Micah. “Say you understand me, asshole.” 

Micah narrows his eyes at Arthur, the argument right there on the tip of his foul tongue, trying to decide just how far he wants to push this right now. But ultimately, he slowly swallows and concedes to back off. For now.

“Sure, cowpoke,” utters Micah, holding his hands up in surrender. “Anything you say.” His scummy, snakelike grin leaves Arthur with an unsettling feeling. If he didn’t like you being around Micah before, Arthur sure as hell doesn't like it now.

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It’s well into the evening when Arthur and the others come back to camp. It’s been a long, yet productive day and Arthur just wants to sit still for one damn moment and relax. Everyone who was left at home is sitting around the fire sharing stories and passing a bottle or two. Your head perks up when you hear the sound of hoofbeats in the distance and you watch Arthur ride in. You notice how he slowly climbs down from Buck’s saddle, almost bone by bone, with exhaustion. As he turns to head into the camp, the outlaw’s tired eyes immediately seek you out amongst the group. And once your eyes meet, your smile draws him in like a moth to a flame. 

Arthur stops to grab a bottle of his own out of one of the crates before ambling over to the fire to take a seat next to you on the ground where you are curled up on a blanket. You nudge your shoulder into his side as he gets settled, placing your hand on his knee and giving it a gentle squeeze. The corners of Arthur’s mouth turn up as his eyes slowly blink at you with fatigue. The feeling of your warm body curled up against him instantly calms and centers him. He didn’t realize until now just how nice it is to have someone waiting for him when he comes home.

“Before you two get too cozy over there, you’re on guard duty tonight, Arthur,” announces Javier over the fire pit, interrupting your little private reunion. 

Arthur quickly throws an annoyed look in Javier's direction. “What? You gotta be kiddin’ me.”  

“I covered for you last night, amigo” Javier tips his beer bottle towards Arthur with a knowing smirk. 

Arthur groans with disappointment. Feeling his frustrations, you lean into Arthur’s side, your face close to his. “Don’t worry, it’s alright,” you whisper. “We’ll have plenty of time later.” Fortunately, you get at least an hour together to relax at the fire before Arthur has to take his leave to head to the look-out post.

Soon after, after the darkness has snuffed out the sunlight of the day, the camp begins to settle for the evening and the people begin to meander back to their respective places for the night. You stand up from your spot at the fire, stretching your stiff joints before bending over to pick up the blanket you were sitting on. Shaking out the fabric, you neatly fold the blanket over your arm and turn to head to your tent. 

You haven’t wandered too far off when you begin to hear the shuffling of footsteps behind you. And before you can say or do anything, the sight of Micah Bell comes into your line of vision. Your eyebrows crease in confusion as you wonder what in the world he could possibly want right now. 

“Looks like you and Arthur have finally "consummated", as it were. Tell me, (Y/N),” Micah sweeps his hand out in front of him, “Can anyone take a ride in that saddle?" 

You can only glare incredulously at him for such an insinuation. God, he is such a disgusting pig. Apparently, Micah is not only going to antagonize Arthur about it, but he’s going to make an attempt at you as well. 

"I mean, if you're gonna spread them pretty legs of yours for the likes of Morgan, can't imagine you got any high standards." Micah arrogantly drags his dirty fingers over his nicotine-stained mustache as if he is about to eat a delectable meal.

You slowly tilt your head at him, your gaze cold. "And that is what burns you up the most, isn't it, Micah?" Your eyes narrow at him, trying to figure out his angle as you play his little game. 

Micah licks his lips and nibbles a bit, taking the bait in return. "What's that, Princess?"

"That I would concede to lay with a man like Arthur, yet I won't even give you the time of day.” You cross your arms over your chest as you hold his gaze in defiance. “That must really get to you, hmm?" you purr.

The smugness instantly drops from Micah’s face being replaced with a sneer. You step a few paces closer, right up into his face so that he can smell the lavender oil you wear. His eyes rake over your body, noting how your cleavage gathers under your crossed arms. He can feel your warm breath scattering across his face. Your boldness, your lack of fear of him, is as annoying to Micah as it is arousing. He sucks his teeth in an effort to regain his composure as he stands in front of you. 

"Know this, Micah. Arthur Morgan is twice the man that you could ever even dream to be," you say with a chilling dead calm. "And in more ways than one, I might add.” 

Micah’s mouth twitches at that last rub. "Well, (Y/N), I guess it's a good thing I ain't ever aspired to be more than I am, then." His tone challenges yours as he leans even closer to you, the tone in the air bordering on threatening.

"That is unfortunate," you say coolly as you confidently hold your ground. "For all of us. Good night, Mr. Bell." And you turn to head into your tent, leaving Micah standing there alone in the cold night air. 

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Arthur leans his shoulder against the large tree, staring out into the darkness of the woods. The moon is full tonight, looming high above the tree tops and cascading its bright silvery light upon the silent world below. He stands guard over the camp as a brooding sentinel as he slowly draws on yet another cigarette. Smoke huffs out of his lungs like that of a locomotive. 

This is not the place he wants to be right now, as his thoughts drift and focus on you and your night together. Even now, as he recalls even the smallest detail of last night, it seems like a dream to him. He half expects to wake at any moment alone in his tent, surrounded by nothing but the lonesome night, as it all seems just too good to be true. He still has no explanation as to how you seem to pull him in, but you just do. Like that same silvery moon hanging above that pulls on the ocean tides, you draw Arthur to you; just as unyielding, unchanging, and just as magical.

Suddenly Arthur’s daydream is interrupted by the very person he’s thinking about. He catches a wisp of fabric in his peripheral vision. Turning his chin over his shoulder, Arthur sees you coming down the path. He watches as your breath swirls in the frosty air, preceding you as you approach. Like an ethereal being, the moon’s glimmer casts your hair in a soft backlight, causing your gown to be almost see-through in the luminescence as he can see the outline of your calves as you walk. Your delicate hand clasps your shawl around you in the chill air while you carry something else in your other hand. As you get closer, Arthur can see that you have come to bring him a steaming cup of coffee. 

A huge smile instantly erupts across Arthur’s face as he pushes himself up off of the tree. "Hey there, Beautiful. What are you doin’ out here this late?"

The nickname causes your cheeks to burn red more than the chill night air that nips at your tender skin. 

“Coming to see you.” You hand him the cup of coffee, which he gratefully accepts and immediately takes a sip. The hot liquid instantly chases the cold from his tired body and offers just the pick-up that he needed. “How’s it going out here?” you ask as you shiver a bit before pulling the knit shawl tighter around yourself.

“Oh, loads of excitement.” Arthur’s dead-pan drawl makes you laugh a bit.

You snuggle up to his bulky frame, putting your hands around his ribs and looking up into his face with your beautiful (y/e/c) eyes. With his free hand, Arthur snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him. Despite the cold night air, he is so warm that you just want to curl up into him again like you did at the shelter. He leans in to kiss you, his plump lips finding yours once again. Starting off slowly, your tongue quickly begins to wrestle with his. He tastes like the cigarettes and whiskey he's been consuming while out here. 

Dropping his chin, Arthur starts to kiss the tender skin underneath your ear before he proceeds to drag his fingertip along the area. “I love this spot,” he says, his voice a husky murmur in your ear..

“Do you, now?” you sigh with a silky tone of your own.

“MmmHmm. Because when I kiss it, you make that sound.” And he leans in again, placing another kiss in the same spot, only this time sucking a bit harder as his teeth catch your skin. And as if on command, a breathless whimper escapes your lips before you can control it and your eyes flutter closed again. It makes you melt at how playful he’s become just from simply providing him the opportunity and the feeling of being safe to do so. 

After a few more moments of delicious kisses and nuzzling, you pull away just a bit, leaving your faces hovering close to one another's.

"I’d better get out of here," you whisper, "before I’m any more of a distraction." 

"Too late for that now," Arthur hums, dipping his face down as he rubs his nose to yours, trying to entice you into another kiss. 

"Tell you what.” You pull your face back a bit more to get his attention only to be met with a playful scowl of disappointment from him. “I’ll be waiting for you in your tent. When you’re done here, you know where I’ll be." You reach up to set a soft kiss upon Arthur’s stubbled cheek. And with a teasing grin, you turn and saunter back toward the camp, hips swaying exaggeratedly. 

Arthur’s eyes follow you, the movement of your hips almost hypnotic, causing him to sigh deeply. And just like that, you are gone just as quickly as you had arrived; almost like a dream. 

"Damn..." he says with a slight amazement. 

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It’s shortly before dawn when Bill comes down the path to relieve Arthur from his post. The large man ambles towards Arthur rubbing his bear-paw over his eyes and yawning profusely.

“I swear he’s walkin’ slower by the damn minute”, Arthur grumbles to himself with a huff when he lays his exhausted eyes on the man. He shoots Bill a look of annoyance as he briskly walks past the burly outlaw to head back to his tent. “I got things to do, Bill,” he snaps. 

Bill simply chuckles with that deep voice of his as he adjusts his hat on his head against the brisk early-morning air. “Oh, I bet you do, my friend.” 

Arthur can’t get back to his tent fast enough. He quickly strides across the camp, hurriedly passing by the other snoring and sleeping residents. It's still quiet out and the sun has yet to poke its radiant head above the horizon line. With any luck, Arthur will have a few hours alone with you before the flurry of daily activity kicks up again.

Excitement travels through Arthur’s exhausted body as he reaches his tent. The very sight of his humble little nest that waits for him in the shadows offers him a whole new level of tranquility. He is quick to notice that it is all silent and dark in the space. He half expected a candle to be burning or something. 

Arthur hesitates outside the canvas before quietly pulling back the flaps and peers in before entering. And he is elated at the sight of you asleep on his cot, waiting for him just as you said you would be. In the back of his mind, Arthur harbored some doubt that you would be here, thinking maybe you’d change your mind for one reason or another. He cherishes the idea that someone, but especially you, would be waiting for the likes of him. 

Arthur quietly creeps in and fixes the flaps back down to ward off the cold autumn breeze before it wakes you. He smiles to himself as he quietly shucks off his jacket and holster, his eyes continuing to rest on your sleeping form as he quietly moves about the tent.

He carefully sits on the edge of the cot, taking a moment to watch you sleeping peacefully. His eyes roam over your body from head to toe, taking in the sight of you and marveling at the treasure he has in front of him. 

You're laying comfortably on your back, hair splayed round your face on the pillow. Your one arm rests up by your face, the other lays gracefully across your abdomen. Arthur’s head tilts to the side as he observes how your chest slowly rises and falls with calm breaths. Your eyelids occasionally flutter, making your lashes dance upon your angelic face. Oh, what it must be like to rest so peacefully, he wonders. Maybe now with you by his side, he’ll get to know what that’s like. Maybe. 

Arthur places his hand beside your head as he leans over to gently kiss your delicate lips. The action causes you to startle awake, a sharp gasp crossing your lips as your hands shoot to his chest in surprise. But you are quickly relieved to see his handsome face hovering above yours. 

"Sorry," Arthur murmurs with an apologetic grin. "Couldn’t resist." 

You hum with a sleepy countenance as you slowly sit up, the heel of your hand rubbing your eye in an effort to wake yourself. You reach over to cup Arthur’s face and kiss him back as a welcome. When you pull away, you look him over, noting the sheer exhaustion that coats his whole body. 

"You look so tired," you say with a sympathetic smile. 

"I am tired." A deep sigh of acknowledgement escapes from Arthur’s chest as he reaches up to rub his eyes with his thumb and forefinger with his one hand.

You nod in understanding. "Okay, then." You smile sweetly as you take a moment to curl your fingers through his hair, touching your forehead to his, before you swing your legs over the side of the cot and start to stand up. 

Confused, Arthur sits up straighter with apprehension. "Where you goin’?"

You turn back around with a fluid and graceful movement as you catch his chin between your fingers in reassurance. "I’m just going back to my tent so you can get some sleep, is all." 

"Well…", Arthur huffs in disappointment, his face dropping and his hands flopping into his lap.

"What’s wrong?" you ask, slightly amused at his pouty face.

"I mean…I know we’re not gonna…you know…” Arthur waves his hand at you suggestively. "But I was hoping you’d stay with me while I get some sleep."

"Oh." A big smile erupts on your face. "Okay, then," you gush, biting your lower lip a bit and trying to contain your excitement. You move to settle back down onto the cot, scooching over and fidgeting to make room as Arthur lays down alongside you. 

“Boots, please” you say in a soft scold, tapping his shoulder.

"Huh? Oh!" And Arthur quickly sits back up to take off his boots. He’s so used to being on his own that he’s often just falling into bed, not even bothering to take off his jacket let alone his boots. Arthur is not used to having anyone in his space, let alone a woman in his bed. You look down with a soft smile as he pulls at his mud-dried boots with thick, clumsy fingers. 

He lays back down and gets settled once more. You both wiggle awkwardly, giggling as you do, so that you can both fit onto his squeaky one-person cot. You face each other as his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close. You lift your leg over his, so that you can snuggle in tight, laying almost nose to nose to make room for each other. 

Finally finding a comfortable position, Arthur inhales deeply and lets out a long exhale. You smile as you watch the tension drain from his shoulders. (You swear he just lost about 2 inches in height in doing that.) You gently reach up and lay your hand along Arthur’s neck, fingers resting along his jawline, as your thumb sweeps across those scars on his chin. Your eyes scatter across the tired features of his strong and handsome face. 

You have no idea how this is going to play out between you two, but right now, you don't care. He is a risk, as you told him before, and your future together is an uncertain mystery. And yet, this is the most certain thing that you have felt in what seems like forever. Here, at this moment, in this precious, precarious little bubble, you are with Arthur, and that is all that matters.

"Hmmmm…that’s better," says Arthur, finally relaxed and content. 

“Happy, now?” you affectionately tease.

“Quite.”

"Goodnight, Arthur." Your honeyed voice sings to him in the darkness before you close your eyes again.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)."

See me, feel me, touch me, heal me

-Pete Townshend - The Who

*The line about the storm and the rainbow is based on a quote from the wonderful Dolly Parton, whom I idolize. And the “guardian angel” line is based on a meme that I saw.

***Ahhh! Finally! I've been working on this for over a year, but had to write the events that lead up to this first. But good news, this is not the ending! I have much more taking place after this. Some of it is fluffy, some will be smutty, some will be angsty! For those who are interested in reading a continuing storyline, I can tell you that my plan is to see this through to the end (which I have already written, btw). If anyone is interested in being on a taglist, let me know. (I am really bad at those, so I am trying to figure out how to keep track of that kind of thing.)

Comments and feedback are welcome! As I continue this story, I also want to develop my writing skills. So please let me know what you like and don't like. 

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: One Night {One-Shot}****

Lewis Hamilton x Reader 

Warning: Cursing, NSFW, SMUT, 18+ Content, Filth, Mild Dom Behavior/Antics, Oral: Female & Male Receiving, Backdoor Play, Bondage, Very Mild Degradation, 

Words: 13k 😳🥴 (My bad)

Summary: After attending yours and Lewis’ mutual friends' engagement party, he takes you home. 

Note: Looks like I’m still going through this Lewis tunnel. Here’s another one for your guys. I hope you enjoy it!

Note II: This one has some content in it that may not suite everyone’s taste. I felt like pressing some boundaries and said why the hell not. If it’s not your cup of tea, that’s okay, scroll on by. READ THE WARNINGS.   

***YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CHOOSE TO ABSORBE. NOT ME!*** 

As always, thank you for reading. If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!! 

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

***Images NOT my own courtesy of Pinterest***

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Screams erupted all around you and even in your overly inebriated state your body perked up just like all your friends’. From the beat drop they were on their feet climbing onto the furniture in the club waving their hands through the air.

 “Your days of singing this are over,” Mason shouted to Camina, one of your friends and his fiancée.

 She rolled her eyes but still kept dancing as if he hadn’t muttered a word.

 “He’s right. You feelin’ him heavy,” you added.

 “You know what else heavy? That rock on her finger.”

 Camina must have been tired of hearing it because when the lyrics started, she was the loudest one, “You thought I was feelin’ you, nah!”

 You threw your head back and laughed. They loved to go back and forth like this and tease one another. You knew they’d have a happy marriage. As everyone around you lost their minds to “Munch” you joined in rapping along like it was your track and not Ice Spice’s. When your foot slipped off the stool you knew this was how you died but instead of a collision with the floor or the edge of a table cracking your spine in two, strong arms wrapped you tight then lifted you.

 You recognized the scent before you saw their face. Lewis.

 “Come on, Y/N. This really how you want to die?”

 You smiled up at him, pinching your tongue between your teeth.

 “Me die? How when my guardian angel always has my back?”

 You caught his jaw in your hands and squeezed sending his lips pouting out.

 “Shots!”

 Your eyes widened hearing Tamara announce a new round.

 “Shots,” you squealed as you tried to get free from Lewis’ arms.

 He didn’t let you go though he kept you snug in what you now realized was his lap.

 “I think you’ve had enough.”

 You pouted and within seconds your eyes watered. “No, please. Lewis.”

 “Those fake tears won’t work on me. It’s creepy how you can just cry on demand.”

 You didn’t reply, you just stared into his eyes with your signature “lil’ baby” eyes. Puss in Boots could never, you had this on lock. Slowly but surely, you watched Lewis’ composure crumble and like everyone else who’d ever been prey to the eyes, he caved.

 “Fuck! fine.”

 You smiled, rolled your eyes to the back of your head and rapidly blinked a few times. When you looked back at him your eyes were tear free. He looked utterly disgusted with you.

 “Creepy,” he repeated.

 You climbed off his lap and straitened your dress. “You say creepy I say talented.”

 As you took a few steps away from him you looked back at him over your shoulder, “I’m a baddie I get what I want,” you said then winked before dipping into the middle of the circle comprised of all your female friends. He was probably right; you probably had reached your limit for the night, but you didn’t see the harm in one or three more shots.

 One or three more shots turned to six and the next thing you knew you were sitting in the passenger side of Lewis’ fancy car that was barely street legal. The lights of the city zipped by the window creating nothing but a trail of light as if you were traveling at warp speed. It was beautiful. Every few seconds you heard the gears change as he maneuvered the stick shift between your seats and that sound was what brought your eyes over to him.

He sat in the driver’s seat so comfortably as if that was the place be belonged. Hell, it definitely was. He’d found his knack early in life and had made an empire off it. All he’d accomplished thus far was nothing short of incredible. He was a legend, and he deserved every bit of praise he received. Again, Lewis shifted the stick and heavy click, click it made sent a smile across your face. You stared at his hands noting every vein that had made an appearance as he clutched the rounded top. His hands always looked so strong and when you thought about it, you guessed they had to be.

 You slowly moved your eyes along his forearm up to where his long sleep shirt was now rolled up. When you made it to his eyes, you found them on you. His mouth was moving but you didn’t hear any words. You shook your head as if to clear the fog in your brain and focused.

 “Told you you’d had enough. Now you’re fucked up.”

 “I am not fucked up. I am just slightly—inebriated.”

 The look Lewis gave you made you snort.

 “You’re so fucked up.”

 The track that came on had you cranking it all the way up.  He didn’t bother objecting instead he sang along with you.

 “We gon’ fuck up the night!”

 As he changed lanes and got into the zone you both sang and danced as if neither of you had a care in the world. It was perfect and one of the things you loved about hanging out with him. It was always a good time. It didn’t matter what you were doing.

 By the time you got to your loft, you were even higher than when you’d left the club. That’s how it always was around Lewis. You fed off his energy and vibe and it was the same with him. When Lewis placed you on the long couch in your living room you moaned and snuggled deeper into the suede material.

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 -Lewis-

 “No, don’t get comfortable, let’s get you to bed first.”

 “Nooooo,” you whined in protest. “Here good.”

 He rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes for a brief moment. He knew how you got when you were drunk. He was in for one hell of a time trying to get you to cooperate. “Come on Y/N don’t be a brat right now. It’s been a long night.”

 “No. Here. Good.”

Sighing again, he decided what the hell and began unbuckling your heels.

 “Why is it that I’m the one that is always roped into being your babysitter when you get shit faced?”

 You giggled, “Because you’re such a big softie.”

 You reached your hand out to cup his jaw again. “Yes, you are Mr. Softie, yes,” you baby talked.

 You were adorable when you were like this which made it hard to get mad.

 “I’m sorry. I always do this around you and I know it’s annoying, but I only feel comfortable enough with you to do this. I know I’m safe, I know you won’t let anything happen to me and you’ll respect me. I trust you.”

 It felt like someone had just thrust baby fists into his gut. Oof, he thought as he stared over your face. Your eyes were closed as if you were dreaming about saying these things, but he knew you were awake.

 “I’m glad you trust me, Y/N. It—it means a lot.”

 Your eyes opened to slits and, but your smile was as wide as an open gorge. He couldn’t help but smile back. He wasn’t stupid, blind, or unfazed by you. He knew you were beautiful, knew you had unbelievable curves that were almost unreal to think was a blessing from the almighty, knew you had an amazing brain and a kind heart. He knew you were a beautiful and sexy woman, there was no denying that. He also knew he went out of his way to ignore all of it. Neither of you ever bullshitted the other and there were no falsities between you. He knew who you were and knew what you were incapable of. You liked your freedom as much as he liked his.

 Suddenly you rolled off the couch onto the floor then sprang up in a disorganized stumble.

 “I’m okay.”

 “You sure?”

 Your eyes were still closed as you nodded. He watched you reach for the sleeves of your dress that were draped off of your shoulders.

 “Wha--.”

 When he saw you trying to pull your arm free his mind stumbled. “Uh—Y/N?”

 “Mmm?”

 Seeing that wasn’t going to work, you bent and grabbed the hem of your dress and lifted.

 “Woah,” he cried lunging for you then wrangling the material from your hands. “What are you doing?”

 “It’s hot.”

 “Hot? okay, I’ll turn on the air. Sit.”

 He set you in the couch then walked to the wall where the central air unit was. It was already set to seventy-two, so he lowered it to sixty-five. When he turned back around you were again trying to peel off the dress.

 “No! No. I turned it on. It’ll cool down soon.”

 He had to plaster your hands to your sides to prevent you from trying again. Thankfully, the air turned on and within a few moments the living room chilled. Releasing a relieved breath, he slowly let go of your hands as he stood.

 “Okay, want me to help you up the stairs to bed?”

 You shook your head. “Here good.”

 “Right, here good,” he repeated.

 As he made a move to leave you grabbed his wrist stopping him in his tracks. When he met your eyes, they were so clear, almost luminescent in the dull light of the living room. He was unexpectedly frozen where he stood unable to move or breathe.

 “Stay.”

 “Stay?”

 You nodded. “Keep me warm, I’m cold.”

 You pulled him to you and if he didn’t have quick reflexes, he would have fallen right on top of you. Instead, he braced himself on the back of the couch preventing any contact.

 “You just said you were hot. I turned on the air.”

 You were now leaned on the back of the couch looking up into his eyes. “I’m cold.”

 The angle he was at gave him an overhead view of you. It was a view he’d never seen before. You kept your eyes on his but right now he saw nothing in them. It was like you were looking through him or seeing something that was deep beneath his surface. Before his brain could go any further down this rabbit hole of thought, he pushed off the couch and stalked to the thermostat. You whined the entire time, but he ignored you and turned it to seventy-five.

 “There, seventy-five. You’ll warm up soon.”

 He walked back to the couch and took up one of the throw blankets there and draped it around your shoulder. He stooped in front of you and rubbed your arms hoping the friction warmed you soon. When you hummed softly, he knew it was working.

 “I’m thirsty. Can I have water?”

 After an exhale he nodded. You were trying his last nerve. It was always like this. Once he was in the kitchen, he pulled a bottle of water out and brought it back to you with the cap off. After a few gulps you sighed.

 “Can I have the pain meds in the bathroom cabinet?”

 “Yep.”

 Knowing the way, he trudged through your unconventional loft to the bathroom on the first floor. He slowly rifled through the pills there noting how many new types of sleep aids he saw. You’d always had problems sleeping. Sometimes he’d even have to stay on the phone with you talking until you fell asleep. If that didn’t work and he was in town he’d have you come over to his place where you stayed up all night playing video games or watching movies. He made a mental note to talk to you about it another day.

 When his hand found the bottle, his eyes found something else entirely. He stood there for a few seconds as he allowed his thoughts to wander. When he was capable of moving again, he reached for the gold and purple device. Taking it in hand, he pressed the button, and the buzz brought it to life.

 “Jesus.”

 He should have put it back right then, but he pressed it a few more times wanting to see how much power it had and after five presses he was impressed. Before he could wonder what setting you preferred, he put it back where he found it and walked back out to you. He found you right where he left you.

 “Y/N, you do know that anyone who uses someone else’s bathroom always snoops through the medicine cabinet, right?”

 “Okay.”

 “Okay? Anyone can see that thing and anyone with half a brain will know what it is.”

 You snorted. “I don’t give a shit if anyone knows I use a vibrator. Hell, I have one stashed in just about every room in here. Never know when the urge will come and you gotta have a quick solution.”

 He cotched on the arm of the leather armchair diagonal from you and shook his head. As he watched you down the pills and water, he peeped some of it cascade down the front of your dress, drenching it. You sprang up gasping.

 “Fuck!”

 “It’s okay. It’s just water,” he appeased.

 “Cold.”

 Hearing that word, he leapt up. “I’ll get you something dry.”

 Without thinking, he beelined to the bathroom again and grabbed the robe behind the door. Before he made his way back, he took a beat and a few breaths. He had to get out of here—now. When he turned the corner back to you, there you stood in the path to the front door in your underwear.

 “Shit!”

 Instinctively his eyes wanted to roam your flesh, but he fought with everything in him to keep his eyes above her nose. If he thought this last season was hard, he would gladly take it again over this situation.

 “Don’t be silly Lewis, you can look.

 “No. Nope, I can’t.”

 “Wow, am I that ugly to you? Is my body so bad that you can’t look at me?”

 “What?!”

 For a second his eyes dipped lower to your collar, then right back to your eyes. “No, that’s not it.”

 “Then what?”

 “I just don’t want to cross a line.”

 “You won’t. It’s just like a bikini.”

 Another scoff escaped him. He couldn’t believe this. “It’s not. I’m gonna—uh—gonna go.”

 With that, he walked in a circle around you being careful to keep his head turned away from you while keeping a wide distance between you both. You didn’t move or make any attempts to stop him, and he was relieved. When he was a few steps to the door he heard the jingling of keys that stopped him in his tracks.

 “Forgetting something?”

 “God,” he muttered under his breath.

 This was not what he needed right now, a drunk, half naked, mischievous and bratty you holding on to his keys. You’d never give them back willingly.

 “Toss ‘em,” he said without turning around. He prayed you did what he asked, prayed you made this easy for him.

 “Come and get ‘em.”

 Dropping his head back, he sighed. He should have known. He’d seen plenty of signs you were probably a baby masochist so it shouldn’t have been out of character for you to enjoy inflicting pain on others. That part of you spoke to that part of him. Balling his fists, he gulped realizing his throat was drier than his exhaust pipe after a race.

 Just then he felt something drape over his head and your scent engulfed him. This Burberry was your signature scent. He’d come to associate you with it and whenever he smelled it you came to mind. When he pulled the item off his head, his gut clenched when he realized it was a sky-blue lace bra. The same sky-blue lace bra that he’d seen for the millisecond it took him to register your state of undress. In the same moment the realization hit him of how you stood there now. When he turned it felt like he’d ran face first into a brick wall. You stood there in only your tiny blue lacy underwear that looked closer to string. Fighting his eye muscles and brain, because they were clearly separate entities that had their own wants, he focused them on your face.

 “This isn’t a game--.”

 “Doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”

 His eyes bugged then. “Fun? Y/N, this isn’t funny. You’re drunk.”

 “I’m still consenting,” you calmly replied before you took a step toward him.

 “You can’t consent, you’re drunk.”

 He watched you take yet another step to him and he swore he felt his body being pulled toward you like you and he were AB particles being attracted like magnets.

 “How about we leave the determinations of me being drunk up to me?”

 You took one more step.

 “I—consent.”

 You stood there looking him in the eye with not an ounce of fear or hesitation. This was the look of a woman who knew what she was saying. You may have been drunk but you were coherent. His head dropped down to look at the floor. It was the only safe place to look. Just as he was beginning to ask himself where any of this was coming from, you lifted your foot for another step.

 “Stop!”

 Now he was looking right at you and damn it his peripheral was took seconds too long to blur out your nakedness. you smirked.

 “Now that I have your full attention--.”

 You spun in a slow circle giving him a full view and boy did his eyes view. They took it all in. Fuck you were indescribably gorgeous. Every single inch of you was made to tease. The curve of your hips made his palms itch to grasp them. The hardened points of your nipples had his mouth watering. Tightening his fists, he swallowed and raised his eyes back to yours.

 You cocked your head to the side and frowned ever so slightly, “Still nothing. Huh. Okay.”

 You then hooked your thumbs into the waists of the string you wore and pulled them off.

 “Holy fuck,” he exclaimed as he snapped his head to the side.

 Seconds later, the garment slid to his feet and like the action of a machete hacking into the husk of a coconut to open it, his self-restraint took a major blow. He could feel the heaviness between his legs increasing with each passing moment.

 “Wh—what—why--,” he stuttered out unable to speak or think up a sentence.

 “I’m horny.”

 He knew his eyes were wider now. “You’re horny?”

 “And you’re here,” you finished.

 He could have laughed. You’d always been blunt and often liked to cut straight to the point. He loved that about you. No one had to guess or assume where they stood with you or what you were thinking at any given time. You freely let your thoughts and opinions out not caring how you were perceived. He respected that and it made you hella sexy.

 After a sigh, he spoke, “Y/N, it’s not a good idea.”

 “It’ll be fine. One night. One night where I do every nasty, filthy, kinky, slutty, thing you can think of to you and you do every single thing you want, doesn’t matter what to me. One night of no thoughts, no inhibitions, no shoulds, or shouldn’ts. Nothing but pure fucking and screaming.

 As he slowly registered your words while trying to not look over your naked body, he found it difficult to think. his body was rapidly reacting to your words.

 “And after?”

 “We move on.”

 You must have seen his brow arch. Your soft laughter filled the foyer. “Look, I’m under no delusions when it comes to you Lew. I see you and you see me. Neither of us have ever had to hide with one another.”

 You began your steps toward him again.

 “Take one more step and I can’t be held accountable for what happens next,” he warned, making sure every bit of seriousness came through in his voice. He could hear the strain of the words and knew you heard it too. You knew just how tightly wound he was right now. The wide smile on your face said it all.

 “Promise?”

 Long moments passed with the two of you just staring at each other. No more words were needed. It was either going down or not. You rested your hands on your hips poking one out accentuating those deadly curves and he lost the battle with his brain. His eyes slowly roamed your body taking in every single detail and inch. When his eyes stopped at the trove at the apex of your thighs his tongue snaked out to wet his lips. It was going down.

 ~~~~~~

 -Y/N-

  In seconds, both of you closed the space between you colliding your bodies and smashing your lips against each other’s. As soon as your nakedness brushed against the rough material of his clothing you groaned. Lewis’s moan evaporated on your lips as his tongue swirled with yours in a way that took your breath right from your lungs. Holy hell, the man could really kiss. The hunger rolling off of him matched yours and soon the foyer was filled with both of your eager moans.

 The warmth of Lewis’ hand on at your spine made you press more firmly against him, but you were met with more rough material. Groaning, you peeled off his leather jacket and allowed it to drop to the floor. Wasting no time, you moved to his button-down shirt and rapidly made your way through the buttons. Just when you thought you’d made it to skin you groaned finding a men’s undershirt.

 “Fuck, so many layers!”

Lewis snorted, pulled away and peeled the shirt over his head. The move was quick and smooth and a few moments later he’d captured your lips once again. He backed you to the nearest wall and pressed your back against it making you feel the definition of his chest and abs.

 “Mmmmm!”

 He tore his lips from yours and trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck. The goosebumps that littered your skin only intensified the desire you felt for him. This was new considering you’d never done anything like this throughout your entire friendship, but it felt like the easiest thing in the world. Your brain didn’t hesitate, neither did your body.

 “Oh, fuck,” you mewled once you felt Lewis’ lips latch onto your weak spot.

 No other words followed because the nip of his teeth sent sparks through you and directly to your sex. You grabbed at his waist and pulled him closer needing to feel more of him. Understanding what you needed, Lewis reached around you and grabbed onto your ass, squeezing while he pulled your flush against his hardening member. You whine, giving him the opening to press his lips to yours again.

 This kiss was more heated, than the last. This one spoke of urgency, desperation, excitement, need and ruin. Lewis flicked his tongue against yours fighting with it coaxing you to play and play you did. The carnal sounds that filled the room fueled you both. Feeling the heavy and racing thuds of his heart beating against your bodice, it blended with yours and now your hearts were pounding as one. Your need was his, his desperation was yours and the burning need you felt was one he also felt.

 It was so easy to get lost in the taste of his lips, of his mouth, his breath, so easy to stay here pressed on the wall with his hand squeezing your ass like it were a stress ball, but you needed too much. You bit his bottom lip hard but not hard enough to break skin. He groaned and thrusted his hips forward, spearing you and giving you a taste of what was in store for you.

 “You feel incredible,” Lewis mumbled.

 “Me?”

 Your hand dropped to the front of his pants and rubbed. He was bigger than you’d imagined, and you couldn’t wait to see. Lewis dropped his head back and you watched his jaw slack as he released a breathy sigh. Smirking, you leaned to his ear then licked along his neck.

 “The things I wanna do to you.”

 “Tell me.”

 “I wanna put my lips all over you, use my tongue to write my name, taste every single inch of—,” you paused and gripped him, “You.”

 Lewis growled and in the blink of an eye he’d hoisted you into his arms and took off for the steps leading to your bedroom. With your legs wrapped around his waist you teased his neck and ear testing if they were as sensitive to touch as yours were. Every few steps, Lewis stopped moving seemingly getting lost in your touch and not trusting himself to maneuver movement and immersion at once. Once you made it to your door, he pressed you against the wall beside it sending his clothed arousal against your moistening cove.

 Lewis grabbed your hands that were entangled at the nape of his neck then pressed them flat against the wall before he latched onto your neck again. As he teased you, whimper after whimper left you. Then when his lips found your breast. You fought against him needing to grip onto something. However, Lewis wasn’t having it. He laced his fingers with yours and kept them firmly against the wall.

 His tongue flicked across your nipple, waking up the bundle of nerves making it harden within seconds. You realized then that he controlled your hands, but you still had some control. Bucking your hips, you rubbed your sex against him using his material covered bulge to find some relief. Lewis groaned then ground his hips into you, giving you what you needed tenfold and sending you over the edge. You squeezed your legs tighter around him as you allowed the waves of pleasure to gently ebb you to a mini orgasm. This release didn’t relieve anything, it only made things worse.

 You could feel Lewis smiling against your breast and you knew then he’d done it on purpose.

 “Fuck, I can feel how wet that pussy is for me through my pants,” he teased.

 “Mmm, you should feel how wet it is for you.”

 Your eyes met and the devilish smirk he gave you said it all. He planned on wearing you the fuck out. Lewis pushed your bedroom door open and walked inside as you kissed him. Before you could get carried away, he tossed you onto your bed. After a few bounces you looked to him and took in the sight of him standing at the foot of your bed in just his pants. The waistband of his boxer-briefs was peeking through making the sight of his defined abs that more enticing.

 Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you tried to quell the urge to rush him and strip him bare.

 “You have on too much clothes.”

 Lewis’ eyes roamed over your body again and you decided to tease the fuck out of him. Laying back against your silk sheets, you spread your legs wide to show him the prize of the night. His groan echoed in the room. You peeked at him and saw you had his undivided attention. His eyes were glued to your sex as he rubbed his bearded chin.

 “Such a pretty pussy.”

 Slinking your hand lower, you used it to shield yourself from his view. The corner of his lips curled up almost as if he were snarling at you for the move. Oh, he was so easy to fuck with and you loved it.

 “Plan on getting as naked as me? Or do you need some help?”

 You watched him drop his hands to his pants and kept watching as he languidly unbuttoned them. Your patience was wearing thin by the time he’d unzipped. He knew how eager you were, and he was showing you that you weren’t the only one that could tease. When he finally pulled his pants down, he kept his underwear right where they were. After kicking them off, he fisted himself.

 Unable to stop yourself you swirled the tips of your fingers against your clit and immediately regretted it. You needed much more than this. You easily got lost in the pleasure you brought yourself and when you brought your attention back to Lewis, you found him stroking himself. In your haze you hadn’t realized he’d discarded his underwear and was now before you in all his glory.

 Your fingers stilled as you took him in. He was beautiful and hung beyond belief. Your mouth watered with anticipation. Pulling your hand back you watched his eyes follow your hand and when you looked at it you saw why. Your wetness coated your fingers making them glisten. Lewis closed his mouth over your fingers and sucked them clean moaning the entire time.

 When Lewis pulled back you zeroed in on your prize.

 “Mmm, a meal.”

 You slid yourself so it was your head that was facing him. But before you could crawl to him Lewis reached over and grabbed your ankle.

 “Not a chance.”

 He pulled you, spinning you right back around onto your back then lower on the bed. Your legs were spread before him again only this time he was much closer.

 “I get the first taste of the night.”

 He hovered over you sending the chain he wore dangling above you. When he dopped down to kiss your lips, it was a slow, teasing one that set to the tone for what you knew was to come. Lewis kissed a trail down your body, taking his time to lick, suck and nibble your nipples. When he got to your stomach, his teeth grazed your flesh riding the fine line of pleasure and pain.

 “You like a little pain with your pleasure, don’t you princess.”

 It wasn’t a question. He spoke as if he knew. When you didn’t answer he bit harder right at your pelvis. The move sent your hips jerking up and your head angling back.  

 “Princess?”

 His eyes met yours and you nodded obediently. He kissed the spot he’d bitten then trailed his large hands down your thighs and legs until he’d lifted them to hook over his broad shoulders. Looking down at him in this position you arched up onto your elbows and realized you’d had it wrong before. This was how you were going to die. The man looked like he was meant to be kneeling between your thighs. As soon as the thought sparked, Lewis dipped down and placed a perfect kiss against your clit.

 The sound that came from you was closer to an inward breathy shriek than a gasp.

 “Mmm, I love how you react to me.” He placed another kiss this time increasing the suction of his lips. “I love the sounds that my touch brings out.” When he went to kiss a third time you found your clit being sucked into his mouth as he sent you to the moon.

 You clamped your thighs around his head, arched your back and allowed the bliss to take you. Lewis didn’t stop sucking though, he continued making every second that much more intense. When you finally came back to Earth, you took a deep gulp of air and loosened the grip your thighs had him in.

 “Mmm. That’ll be the only free orgasm you have tonight. You want more, you better earn them.”

 Your belly fluttered at the thought. Before you could speak, Lewis went to town licking, and swirling his tongue around your sensitive clit. Every time you thought you’d die from overstimulation; he backed off and paid his attention to another part of your pussy. Going between flicking butterfly lite licks against your clit, sucking your flesh and dipping his tongue into your heat you were seeing stars and well on your way to another release.

 “You taste like every decadent dessert I’ve ever had.”

 As if to prove his point he slurped your flesh sending vibrations across your sex and muddling your brain in the same breath.

 “Mm, delicious!”

 “Are you?”

 Lewis cocked his head to the side, gave you the eye and smirked. “Are you up to sampling?”

 Unable to stop yourself, you licked your lips and nodded. He brought himself to a standing position at the end of the bed and stroked himself slowly. He was even harder than before. Slowly, you slinked toward him never taking your eyes off the prize. Truth be told you were slightly intimidated by the size of him. Not only was he lengthy, he was also girthy in a way that said you’d feel the ache of him for days to come. Anticipation rattled through your core, and you knew there was no way you’d be able to go slow and tease him.

 Lewis stood there proud with his hands at his side while his brilliant cock bobbed waiting for you. You tipped your tongue out and swirled it around the bulbous tip moaning when his taste seeped into your taste buds.

 “Mmm, cocoa, vanilla and—coconut. Mmmm.”

 You closed your mouth around him and lowered yourself until you felt him fill your throat. From the looks of things, you still had two or three more inches to go. Fuck, you were definitely going to feel him for days to come. You moaned around him and slowly shook your head nestling him tightly.

 “Fuuuuck!”

 His hands rested at the top of your head, but he didn’t do anything else. You remined still wanting to see how long it would take him. After only ten or so seconds his fingers flexed on your skull.

 “Come on princess. It won’t suck itself.”

 Pulling back, you slurped your way off his cock until you kissed the tip.

 “Mmm.”

 Locking eyes with him you lowered your mouth again but this time you took the remaining inches and gulped forcing your throat to relax. Lewis grunted then thrust forward sending the tip of your nose to his pubic bone.

 “Oh god!”

 That one motion set him off. He slowly withdrew from your mouth then thrust back in. Each time he did it he picked up his pace. Within moments he was steadily fucking your mouth and grunting the entire time.

 “This fucking mouth.”

 You moaned as he used your mouth and gave him everything in return. He withdrew you clamped your lips around his cock making retreat near impossible. Every time you did it his grip tightened, and his hips staggered. When he pushed forward you opened your throat and moved your tongue like a wave, so he felt the sensations along each inch. Your name fell from his lips over and over and within a few short minutes, your chin was covered with spit and pre-cum. There was no point in trying to be cute. That’s not what tonight was for.

 You pulled him from your mouth with a pop then beat your tongue with his length.

 “Mmm. You like this cock, don’t you?”

 You nodded before you sucked him back in and used your hands to pump his flesh as your mouth worked magic. You didn’t know what to imagine when thinking if he were a quiet fuck or a loud one, but you were happy to know he was the furthest thing from quiet. You were so turned on you couldn’t help but touch yourself. What you found should have been alarming. You were beyond wet; the slickness was now dripping down your inner thigh showcasing just how open he had you.

 Lewis grabbed your hand then held it up in front of him. “That greedy little pussy is screaming for attention huh. It’s begging to be fucked, right?”

 “Yes.”

 “You want this cock, Y/N? Does my dirty, nasty princess want this cock?”

 Lewis gripped the base of his cock and tapped it against your cheek.

 “Fuck yes!”

 “Go lie down at the headboard.”

 Your body thrummed with anxious energy hearing how comfortable he was ordering you around. You’d always sensed dom energy coming from him and it always had your mind running wild. Here and now, you were seeing those dom reflexes shine through. Once you were laid against the headboard, you watched as Lewis walked around your bed to the table beside it. He opened the bottom drawer and your breath caught. How’d he know which drawer to look?

 “Wow. What a collection,” he said as his eyes roamed over the toys you had there.

 There was a toy for every mood you found yourself in. Stimulation, penetration, teasing, or a challenge.

 “What mood are you in tonight, princess?”

 “The I want you and not a toy mood.”

 His smirk was cute.

 “I recall someone said any and everything I wanted to do to you, no matter what.”

 You smiled.

 “And right now, you want to inspect my toys.”

 “Right now, I want to choose the right one to watch as it drives you mad with you being unable to cum.”

 Your smile fell. He wouldn’t, you thought. Lewis picked the small and sleek pink vibrator and tested its settings. You knew just how powerful it was. You’d choose it on nights you didn’t have the patience to tease or prolong your pleasure, it was for when you needed to blast off fast. The look on Lewis’ face as he looked between you, and it said you’d given something away on your face.

 “Looks like we have a winner.”

 He closed the drawer and walked back around then climbed into the bed. As he stalked toward you, you truly felt like prey and again your belly fluttered with anticipation. The device buzzed to life on the lowest setting just as he circled it around your breast, slowly closing in to small circled until he was going around your nipple. It felt like a vibrating feather against your flesh, soft and tingly.

 As he moved to your other breast, he increased the setting. Your back arched slightly when he pressed the tip directly onto your nipple and his eyes were there drinking in your every reaction.

 “Mmm, I love your body, Y/N. You’re perfect.”

 He brought the toy down the center of your body in such a slow and teasing manner that your back arched off the bed and your fists balled the sheets. Biting your bottom lip, you watched as he brought it lower and lower until he rested it right atop your pubis, but he didn’t move after that. A frustrated huff came from your mouth and his smile said it was the desired reaction.

 “Something wrong princess?”

 “Yes, you’re a tease,” you whined.

 Lewis’s soft chuckle filled the room. “I thought that would be a good thing.”

 “Good thing my ass.”

 “Don’t you worry about that sinful ass; it’ll get what’s coming to it.”

 Because of the flare of arousal that filled your gut you lost control of your body for a moment and that moment sent your hips jutting up brushing your pussy against his chin.

 “Oh you can’t wait for it huh. God, you’re a dream.”

 Lewis slid his tongue along your seam from opening to clip then kissed it.

 “Lewis,” you whined.

 All right princess.”

 With that, he brought the toy to trace the outline of your lips a few times until you were a gasping mess. Every time you thought he’d just be easy and give you what you wanted, he passed the desired location and continued his teasing. You were so on edge you knew that once you got what you wanted that you’d cum. Maybe that’s what he wanted. After a few more laps around your pussy, Lewis finally placed the vibrator against your clit and the unexpectedness of it all nearly sent you into the ceiling.

 “Ahh!”

 In seconds, you felt your orgasm creeping up but just when you were about to claim it, Lewis pulled the toy away.

 “Lewis!”

 “I told you; you want more, you better earn ‘em.”

 Your groaned then reached down to finish the job yourself only to be met with a smack to the back of your hand.

 “Don’t touch what’s mine.”

 “Then own it.”

 His smirk was mischievous. “I always knew you were a snarky brat, knew you loved to talk back and challenge. It was cute before, now it’s amusing because you have no idea what’s in store for you the more you do it. I’m the type of man who will be the last to lose control. I guarantee I can hold out longer than you can, princess.”

 His voice was like pure unadulterated sex, sex in its most primal form. You wanted him badly but now you wanted to bring him to his knees even more. Angling onto your elbows, you brought your face close to his. Fighting to not get lost in his cognac eyes or the softness you knew of his lips, or his hypnotizing scent you remained focused.

 “Mmmm,” you seductively cajoled while rolling your eyes to the back of your head and biting your bottom lip.

 When your eyes landed back on his, you saw him glance down between your bodies. The moment he realized your hand had crept there and was showcasing every inch of your pretty pussy, his Adam’s apple bobbed just before his jaw clenched. He looked like a mesmerized man under a spell that he was unable to break.

 “Is she pretty?”

 “Bloody beautiful,” he croaked.

 “Don’t you want to feel her wrapped around you?”

 Again, his jaw clenched and again his throat moved.

 “You know I do.”

 You circled your finger around your opening then barely dipped the tip in. When you pulled back you brought that finger to his lips and painted them with your wetness. If he hadn’t looked like a predator before, right now he looked more frightful than an African lion in the plains.

 “Then stop teasing me and fuck me until I’m hoarse from screaming your name. Fuck me till I can’t wait or sit right for a week. Fuck me like it’s yours.” locking eyes with him you finished, “Fuck me like you hate me!”

 Lewis slowly licked his lips cleaning them of your juices and moaned. As he crept closer and closer you could only focus on his face and nothing else. His hands slowly snaked up your legs over your hips, across your torso and over your breasts before fanning out to go down your arms. Before you knew what he was doing he’d brought your arms above your head, pushed you back onto the bed, captured your wrists in one of his hands and pressed the vibrator on full speed right against your clit.

 Your body felt as if thirty thousand joules of electricity has been sent into you. You didn’t even realize you were screaming until you felt the burn in your throat. Though you tried to move, you were unable to thanks to Lewis’ thighs keeping yours spread wide. He had you completely at his mercy. Incoherent words and sounds fell from your lips as you torpedoed to your release.

 “Look at me.”

 As if he were the master and you the genie your eyes locked on his. “I own your orgasm. Without my permission you better not cum.”

 An unintelligible croak left you and you writhed trying to free yourself but also prevent yourself from cumming. It was an impossible task, one that you knew you were going to fail. From the looks on Lewis’ face, he also knew you were going to fail. Holding on as long as you could you tried to keep your release at bay. When your body began shaking from the sheer might it took, Lewis smirked as he took the vibrator away.

 “Fuck!”

 You were feral at this point, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You were in a strange state that you hadn’t prepared yourself for. Lewis flipped you onto your stomach and when you felt the bed dip from his weight you crawled away to the headboard while peeping back at him. As if on a leash he followed until he was hovering over your back with his cock resting atop your ass. His lips took yours for a moment then dipped to your shoulder blade before licking a path along your spine. Feeling mischievous, you bounced your ass up and down giving him a mini show of your twerking skills. Lewis hissed and dropped heavy handed slaps across your backside giving his nonverbal seal of approval for every move you made.

 As you held onto the headboard you peeped back at him and the look on his face only made you wetter. If you didn’t feel him soon you were going to lose your mind. Lewis must have had the same thought because his eyes met yours and you easily read the question in them.

 Could he? Was it okay?

 You nodded and seconds later he’d slid the tip of his need into you. Your gasp was sharp and breathy and with every slow inch he fed you it became more of a high-pitched squawk. The tight grip he had on your hips was so near the point of pain it felt good. The slowness of how he filled you was both a blessing and curse. More than anything you wanted him to split you in two, but you also knew that you’d die if he did. It was a battle between present pleasure and future pain.  

“You’re so fucking tight,” Lewis pushed out.

 His voice was tight and constrained. You could hear the battling he was fighting with his own desire for the ultimate pleasure and not wanting to hurt you.

 “More,” you whined.

 It was the only word he needed. Lewis then snapped his hips forward sending every single inch of him inside of you. Again, you screamed and clenched around him as you marveled that you’d managed to take it all. Neither of you moved for a few long moments. Both of you were adjusting to this new facet of your relationship, this new realization that you both could have felt this incredible pleasure of your bodies fitting together perfectly a lot sooner. When that sentiment settled for him, you felt him pull out then grab the back of your neck. This was how you died, you thought to yourself.

 ~~~~~~~

 -Lewis-

Snapping his hips forward, using you as leveraged he pummeled into you forcefully. Your entire body shook while your head flung back to go forward. The glorious sound of your scream-whine filled his ears making his eyes flutter closed. Fuck you sounded so good. He’d never been affected by his partner’s sounds of pleasure quite like this before. Yeah it felt good to know he was putting it down and delivering the best dick down they’d had but with you—right now. Knowing that the pleasure you felt came from him did something to him. Knowing that you’d become this unbound sent him closer to the edge than he’d ever been.

 He'd almost cum at least a dozen times already and it was by the sheer grace of God that he’d managed to suppress it. It was like all his primal instincts took over with you. The need to dominate you until you submit to him and his desires. the need to pleasure you beyond measure. The need to abandon any and all ways that did not serve for pleasure, enjoyment and pure sin. As he thrust into you again, your colliding bodies clapped together filling the room with the sound he squeezed your hips trying to keep himself in check though the vice grip you had him in tempted him to just be reckless. Goddamn you were tight!

 “Yes, yes, yes!”

 The more you mewled for him, the more he wanted from you. Releasing your neck, he gripped the headboard where your hands were currently holding it and picked up his speed. He couldn’t believe how easily you’d adjusted to his size and was now drunk off of the way your body begged him to never stop what he was doing. On every retreat you gripped him not allowing him to withdraw more than a few inches. Then on every plunge you squeezed even tighter making him work to touch the very depths of your canal.

 “Oh god, right there Lewis. Yes!”

 “Does it feel good?”

 “So fucking good?”

 “Does this pussy want more, princess?”

 “Ye—yess!”

 With that consent he jackhammered into you getting lost in his own pleasure. You felt unbelievable, unreal even.

 “Y/N!”

 “Lewis! I’m gonna cum.”

 He pulled from your body with a growl then gripped the base of his cock. You were going to be the death of him. Never had he come quick, and you were trying to have it another way.

 “Flip over, let me see that creamy pussy.”

 You flipped over and spread your thighs showing him what a mess you were.

 “Aw, princess, you’re a mess.”

 He traced your trove with his cock smearing your shared wetness everywhere creating his own work of art atop the work of art that was you. Once he was coated again, he slapped your clit with his cock making your body jerk.

 “Mm.”

 “Does princess want this cock?”

 You nodded.

 “Tell me.”

 “Yes. I want it.”

 “How bad?”

 “More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

 He smiled then circled your opening. You gasped and from the look of you, he could tell you were holding your breath. Rather than going for it, he only slid his tip in losing himself in the way you stretched to accommodate him. Just when he felt you clench, he withdrew. Your frustrated groan echoed around you. You thought he was teasing you but really, he was just torturing himself at this point. He’d already become addicted to the feel of being inside of you, already become addicted to your moans, addicted to your smell, taste, and how your body obeyed every nonverbal command he had. He was practically a slave to you and how you crippled him so quickly. He repeated the action a few times and just when you began whining, he locked ayes with you.

 “Oh princess. You’ll never be the same once I’m done with you.”

 He impaled you instantly then ground his hips so you could feel every single way you’d made it impossible to have just one night with you. Your moans were loud, and he was convinced those who lived around you knew what was happening and was probably pressed against their windows trying to peep in. He didn’t care. He should have, but he didn’t. Matter of fact, he wanted them to hear you, he wanted them to know that you were being fucked so good that they were jealous cause they’d never even come close to an experience like this.

 Your breasts swung in front of him and there was no way he could resists from taking them into his mouth. As he licked, teased, and sucked, you hugged his head to your body digging your fingers into his hair.

 “So good, Y/N. So—fucking—good!”

 Peeling your hands from his head, he placed them on the headboard and covered them with his. You looked like an offering just for him, an offering he could do with as he pleased, and that thought was sending him. Again, he picked up the forced of how he thrust into you, and it send the headboard clattering against the wall creating your carnal playlist. Your moans and whimpers turned to screeches and loud grunts. He could tell you weren’t holding back anymore and when you put one of your ankles over his shoulder, he nearly lost his shit.

 “Fuck yeah!”

 Releasing your hands, he hoisted you a few inches into the air adding your other ankle to join the first then ravaged you without thought.

 “You take this cock so well princess. It was made to fill your sweet, tight pussy up.”

 Your moans blended, shouts competed, bodies rocked and dripped with sweat as both of you took the other to new heights, unfathomable heights.

 “I have to cum, can I cum?!”

 Reaching down he played with your clit then slipped his thumb just beneath you to the tight puckered flesh there. Your eyes widened but you didn’t stop him or pull away.

 “Oh such a nasty girl.”

 He’d found his match tonight and it filled him with much more than excitement. As he massaged you, your eyes fluttered closed and the way you clenched him became unbearable.

 “Cum for me princess. Cum all over this cock.”

  ~~~~~

-Y/N-

 The stars you saw were not of this galaxy. Hell, they were not of this universe. In this moment you saw the multiverse. You had to have because everything was so much more poignant, so much more astonishing. Your body convulsed, core clenched, toes curled, hands balled and back arched. No one else existed, it was just you and him and both of you were fucking your way through a whole ‘nother galaxy in a whole ‘nother universe seeing things none had seen before. It was such an otherworldly experience, one that you’d seek in every encounter after him for the rest of your life.

 Gradually, you came down and you should have felt pure nirvana but instead your body was to the point of combusting. You felt as if you’d never cum at all. You wanted more, so much more. When you were fully back inside your own body, the blaze you felt only made you buck against Lewis who was still thrusting away, fucking your through your release. The feel of being filled in more than one place shocked you. Your words came back to you then.

 Any and everything.

 You smiled then beckoned him closer. When he was right in front of you, you kissed him, swirling your tongue with his and teasing his lips. As he moaned against you, his thrusts slowed until he was barely rocking into you. Using his distraction, you used all your remaining strength and flipped him to his back in a seamless move. Lewis groaned as he looked up into your face.

 “Someone want control?”

 “No, someone wants to drive you mad.”

 “Oh, don’t worry princess, I’m already there.”

 In a tender move, he cupped your jaw then softly slid his thumb across your bottom lip. It would have stolen your breath if you weren’t already teetering on the edge of breathlessness. You rocked your hips his back and forth in a slow wave that had Lewis biting his bottom lip. Lazily you continued not wanting to give him too much and as you continued you watched his every reaction. The way his eyes struggled to focus on one thing. He went from your eyes to your lips then your breasts, your hips and where you were joined most intimately only to do it all again in no pattern at all. It was like he was overstimulated and couldn’t focus, or he was trying to distract himself so he didn’t cum.

 At that thought you almost laughed out loud. If he thought you were a terror before, he was going to be very disappointed to find your unruliness hadn’t even reached peak mass. Pressing your palms to his chest you leaned forward and used him as your anchor. Deliberately, you lifted yourself off of him allowing him to slip from your body inch by inch as you kept your eyes on his. With every inch Lewis’ mouth opened wider and wider. When you knew you had him right where you wanted him, you crashed right back down on him.

 “Fuck!”

 You did it again and again faster and faster until you were bouncing on top of him flicking your ass up and down. Lewis whimpered, moaned and panted out your name over and over as he gripped and slapped your ass. Feeding off his energy you tipped onto your feet and gave him the show of his life. His eyes were now glued to your core watching the way you fit so perfectly together and the longer he watched the more the fire within you blazed.

 “Gahdamn Y/N. Uuugh, this pussy.”

 He lifted his hips thrusting his cock into you as you dropped down on him.

 “Aaah!”

 Your entire body tensed as you clenched around him as you claimed yet another release.

 “Mmm, you look so beautiful when I make you cum.”

 He grunted and got a proper grip of your hips as he pistoned into you. It was your turn to hold on like you were riding a bucking bronco. One look at him told you he was gone and chasing something you’d claimed many times already. After a few minutes you overpowered him and stood over him. Lewis stared at you like you were a goddess, and he was ready to worship you any way you wished. It was an intoxicating thing. Turning your back to him you lowered yourself onto him yet again.

 “Aaaah, yessss. Such a greedy pussy. She takes all of me and begs for more.”

 “Then give it to her,” you sassed as you slowly flicked your backside up and down riding him. You could only imagine the view he was getting.

 “Bloody hell, Y/N!”

 You leaned forward then held onto his ankles and completely let go. You followed every innate instinct you had, every whim your body needed. It didn’t take long at all for you to feel the beginning of yet another orgasm. You rotated your ass in a circle as you twerked on him like you were following a beat. It was over then. Lewis let out a growl then you felt him moving underneath you until he was behind you. In seconds, you felt something tie around your writs securing them behind your back. You glanced at him over your shoulder, but you were met with the eyes of a predator.

 “Shit,” you panted out.

 Lewis ground his hips into you until you were at the brink of tears from the mix of pleasure and pain.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

 “You wanted this right dirty girl?”

 Words escaped you, hell they were above you right now. Lewis gripped the back of your neck bringing your back to his chest and his lips at your ear. A deep groan escaped you when you felt him bit it.

 “You wanted me to lose control, right? Wanted to drive me mad, wanted to make me use you like a beautiful hole? What was it that you said—,”

 Lewis tilted your head backward so your eyes met his. The whole time he continued to burrow deeper and deeper into you making it impossible to breathe. You were so full.

 “Fuck,” you whined.

 “Close. I think it was, fuck me like you hate me was it?”

 You should have felt fear. You should have recanted and begged for mercy, should have tried to talk him down but you didn’t feel fear, nor did you do any of those things. Instead, you smiled then tipped your tongue to trace over his lips. Lewis sucked it into his mouth and gave you the most titillating kiss you’d ever had. Just when you were getting into the kiss, Lewis pulled back then snapped his hips forward making you break the kiss to gasp out.

 “Face down, ass up!”

 Obeying, you dropped down flattening your back and gave him a perfect arch.

 “Fucking hell, you’re killing me Y/N.”

 You rocked your ass from side to side while you winked at him. Your sassy act came to an abrupt end when Lewis slammed into you again with such force that your entire body went forward. If he wasn’t holding your hips, you probably would have toppled over. Burying your face in the silk sheets you screeched as he did it again and again and again. He didn’t wait for you to catch your breath, or wait for you to adjust, he continued giving you every single thing he had, and you took it all as you fell apart.

 “L—Le—Lewi—sss!”

 “Say it again!”

 “Lewis! Yes, fuck!”

 “Whose is it?”

 “Yours, all yours!”

 Just when you thought he would slow down he continued like a prized stallion with superior stamina. Your mind was completely blown and shattered. When your knees gave out, Lewis grabbed the material that was tied around your wrist and pulled you up so your back pressed into his chest again and drove into you as if he’d just started. He looked like an angel, talked like a seductor but by God did he fuck like an animal, and you didn’t think you’d ever get enough.

 “Mmm, give it to me baby!”

 Another growl echoed behind you just as Lewis slapped your backside and delivered a bruising thrust that had you seeing spots.

 “Mmm, yes! Yes. Give it to me motherfucker!”

 While holding you up with one hand he brought his other hand around to your clit and pinched just when he daggered you again.

 “Aaaah!”

 In an effort to silence you, Lewis covered your lips with his and drew in your screams of pleasure as he fucked you through another orgasm. Once it had run its course, Lewis brought his hand around to tease your rear and you moaned again. Slowly he sank one digit inside of you then another using your wetness to aid his fingers. The feel was foreign but not unwelcomed. You were so far gone the man could have brought in a friend to watch and you wouldn’t have cared.

 “Mine,” Lewis muttered.

 “Yours. Show me--you own it.”

 Just then he added a third finger and you whined from the stretch and feel of him filling you from both entrances.

 “Jesus., Y/N. How are you so perfect for me? How didn’t we know it’d be like this? How didn’t we do this sooner?”

 His lips pressed to your back as he slowly rocked into you making you shiver. He was right. You didn’t know how neither of you had ever guessed it would be like this between you. The sensations you were currently feeling made it so hard to think logically. Right now, you were tempted to open your mouth and say you wanted more than one night but you knew it was the pleasure that would be talking. The slowness he rocked into you coupled with the softness of his lips against your skin and his words put you in such a calm and comforting mood, but the way his fingers worked into you lit a whole new fire in you. It was one that you knew would become a blazing inferno that would scorch the two of you branding one another as the others.

 “Fuck, Lewis,” you mewled.

 “Yes princess.”

 “More.”

 “You’re ready for me?”

 You nodded then whined again when he pulled from your body.

 “So needy for me huh princess. Hungry for daddy’s cock?”

 “So hungry. Fuck me daddy.”

 You felt him slowly push forward sending the tip of his intrusion inside of you and it was then you fully grasped how big he really was.

 “Fuck!”

 Cool liquid dripped down you and you knew without looking that he’d taken advantage of the lube that was in your drawer. It definitely helped and when Lewis pushed further into you your back dipped.

 “Uuuuugh, you’re so tight.”

“Stretch me out baby.”

 “You really don’t wanna be able to sit or walk right for a week huh.”

 “Yolo.”

 Lewis snorted before he full on laughed. “No one says that anymore.”

 Another few inches followed and so did more lube and by the time he’d delved halfway in you were a panting mess. With steady moves, Lewis rocked into you taking his time savoring the sensations coursing through him.

 “Feels—feel—so—good,” he stuttered.

 Feeling brave you backed onto him taking most of him in. Glancing at him, you saw his eyes bugged and mouth dropped open.

 “Fuck me.”

 A lazy smile spread across his face before it settled into something mischievous. he kept his eyes on you as he withdrew and submerged himself again. The move sent your eyes to the back of your head as you bit your finger to keep quiet. You were so focused on trying to keep it down that when you felt the vibrator rest right where he was currently nestled you melted into the bed.

 “Oh god, Lewis I’m gonna cum.”

 “Wait for me princess.”

 He increased the speed on the vibrator and the feel of him plowing into you coupled with the vibrations there was no way you were going to last much longer. Lewis then brought his hand between your legs to flick your clit with his thumb.

 “Aaah, yes!”

 Your body moved without a thought backing into him, giving him as much as he was giving you. Your moans melded together as you both chased your release.

 “Lewis!”

 “Y/N!”

 You pressed your hand atop the one he had between your legs and used his hand to rub against yourself while you circled your backside heightening both of your pleasure.

 “Holy—you’re gonna make me cum.”

 “Cum for me daddy. Fill this ass up!”

 His grip tightened on you and his thrusts sped up and before long you both were screaming each other’s names as you both came together. You took every spurt he gifted you as a waterfall dripped down the inside of your thighs. Your bodies chose that moment to cave, and you fell to the bed in a tangle of limbs. The last thing you clearly registered was his lips pressing against your neck, your ear then your temple. Then it all went black.

  ~~~~~~~~

 -The Next Day-

When your eyes fluttered open the sun was beaming into your room lighting half of it up. Thankfully you remained in the dark. You realized within seconds that you weren’t alone, and it all came back to you. Lewis’ limbs were still tangled with yours and you were cocooned in his arms as he spooned you from behind. You sighed relishing the feeling of being enclosed in his arms. You felt safe, and calm like there was no need for anything else. You allowed yourself to savor the calm, savor the way this felt.

 When you made a move to get up, you dropped right back down as every single muscle, bone and crevice of your body screamed in protest. You opened your mouth to scream but nothing came out and that caused even more alarm. Taking the time to calm yourself, you tried to get a grip. It took longer than feasibly possible but you untangled yourself from Lewis, rolled off the bed then steadied yourself on your legs. You were sure you looked like a newborn fawn as it tried to stand for the first time.

 Your eyes fell to Lewis who looked so peaceful lying there among your lavender and pearl colored silk sheets. He looked angelic, not like a man who’d fucked you in every position, a man who’d been inside of every crevice of your body, a man who should make fucking his career rather than F1. A man who quite literally fucked you to sleep. That man from last night was a devilish seductor. This man in the morning was a sweet angel.

 When your eyes took in the skin that was on display it took your breath away. If his face was angelic his body was pure destruction. The tight muscles that he’d no doubt worked hard for made him look sexier than any statue you’d ever seen. Statues should be made of him. The urge to dip your hand underneath the sheet that was draped across his crotch was so strong that you had to dig your nails into your palm to stop yourself. Wobbling to your door, you walked out leaving him to his sleep.

 The trip downstairs was a slow one that you took one step at a time. Every move you made you felt everything you did the night before. You could still feel his hands sinking into your skin, his lips against your skin and his cock sliding in and out of you.

 “Jesus, Y/N.”

 You grabbed your robe off the floor and wrapped it around yourself as you beelined it to the kitchen. You needed sugar and caffeine. As you started the process of brewing the strongest cup of black tea, you’d ever had you dug out the cinnamon rolls from the freezer and popped them into the oven. Guessing you had maybe 5 or so minutes before the tea was ready you decided to fry up some vegan sausages. The salt would be a good balance for the sugar, both of which you needed to fully return to reality.

 Once the cinnamon rolls and sausages were done you plated them and hopped onto the counter with your large cup of tea. You took your time taking small sips allowing the caffeine to seep into your veins and bit by bit revitalize your senses and brain cells. As you fully awakened every memory came back to you. Every single sensation, every thought overwhelmed you. You almost laughed out loud when you recalled your overconfident proposal.

 “One night.”

 Shaking your head, you took a large gulp of tea ignoring the burn of your taste buds. As expected, it was an unforgettable night that had scratched every single itch you had. It was a night that left you so sated that you felt like you could run the 4 miles he always tried to drag you on. As you ate one of the cinnamon rolls, you scrolled through your messages. Finding 6 unread messages in the group chat you scrolled through.

 MSG Miles: Y.N, have you heard from Lew? No one can find him.

MSG Daniel: Lew’s not answering messages or calls. Anyone with him?

MSG Andrew: He took Y/N home last night. Nothing since. Y/N?

MSG Selah: You know Y/N don’t wake up before noon. Call Angela, his dad, his mom?

MSG Miles: None of them have seen him. His mom’s getting worried now.

MSG Bea: I’m sure he’s fine. He’s probably asleep recovering from last night.

MSG Andrew: He’s not at home. Bed made and everything.

MSG Selah: Maybe he went to someone in the rotation.

 You went through a range of thoughts and emotions reading through the messages. The first was panic especially when Andrew threw out that he’d taken you home last night. That was all it took for anyone to put two and two together. Then the mention of things escalating to now his family worrying about him being MIA brought that panic higher. When you got to Selah’s message about his rotation you wanted to vomit.

 “Shut up, Y/N, that would be the logical thought.”

 It all fell to the side as you realized you were being paranoid. There would be no reason for any of them to ever suspect he was still with you or that last night you’d both gotten to know each other’s bodies better than ever.

 “Hey, good morning.”

 You screamed and flung your phone from fright. Thankfully Lewis caught it.

 “I’m sorry.”

 “Oh my god. You scared me half to death!”

 “I’m sorry,” he said again holding his hands out to show he wasn’t a threat.

 After a few centering breaths, you took him in standing in your kitchen in just his boxer-briefs. Fuck he looked good.

 “Eh-em, no worries I’m just not used to having anyone here--like this.”

 He nodded.

 “I get it.”

 Usually, any guests didn’t make it to the overnight stage. You’d have them out the door once you’d both caught your breath. Sleepovers were not a thing for you. It was a rule. Get it in, get them out, or get it in and you get the hell out. You didn’t like complications, or situations where one could misconstrue intentions. That all led to drama and problems, you hated both. You had enough of your own to add on someone’s hurt feelings.

 “Uh—tea, breakfast?”

 Lewis looked over the food on the kitchen island and nodded as he hopped onto it across from you. You couldn’t stop your eyes from roaming over his body and you couldn’t stop where those eyes landed once he’d settled—right between his legs.

 “Looks good.”

 You gasped which sent a small piece of the cinnamon roll you were eating down your through and that sent you into a coughing fit. Lewis hopped down to come around and pat your back. After a few moments, you took a large gulp of your tea dislodging the bread.

 “Are you good?”

 “Fine. Oh my god. What did you say?”

 “Looks good. The food.”

 You snorted then sighed. “Yep. I hope you savor these sausages I think this is the last vegan item in this house.”

 “I also see we’re back to obscene levels of sugar and processed food.”

 Your jaw dropped.

 “Hold the judgements. I’ve been so busy I haven’t been able to shop and excuse me my body needed the sugar.

 “Why?”

 “Because I was all fucked out,” you blurted out before you could even think about it.

 Lewis studied you for a few seconds then scoffed as he hopped back onto the island. “You should be having electrolytes not sugar,” he mumbled.

 “Ehm, anyway, you should let the crew know you’re fine then call your parents and Angela.”

 “Why?”

 You handed him your phone so he could read the messages through.

 “Wow.”

 You watched him get ready to type and you lurched for your phone, but he pulled back.

 “What’re you doing?”

 “Telling them I’m good,” he explained.

 Your eyes bugged. “Not from my phone you’re not.”

 “Why?”

 You looked at him like he was insane. “Lewis you can’t reply as you from my phone. They’re going to know you’re here.”

 “Okay.”

 “No, they know I don’t allow people to stay over, that’s like announcing everything.”

 He paused and it looked like he’d finally gotten it.

 “So, I’m the first guy why’s stayed the night?”

 “Lewis you know that.”

 A slow smile spread across his face until he was full on grinning. He held out your phone to you then both of you ate in relative silence. Every few seconds your eyes met and lingered both wanting to say something but nothing coming out. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the super charged energy between you. It was mind altering. When you drained your cup Lewis tossed the rest of his sausage back onto the plate then wiped his hands. After, he hopped off the island and came closer to you. The way he looked at you gave you an idea what he wanted and though you shouldn’t have, you wanted the same thing.

 When he stopped in front of you, he grabbed your ankles and yanked you to the edge of the surface making the memory of the same move from last night come rushing back. Just like that you were ready for him and the aches in your body no longer mattered. You watched Lewis’s hand creep to your body and the ties of your robe that hung between you. He loosened the tie in such a painfully slow move. You knew he was doing it on purpose. He was giving you the time to say no, but he was also using it to prove to you that there was no way you’d say no. Angelic face, body for destruction--he was an angel of destruction.

 Your robe now hung open teasing him with the swells of your breasts. Lewis then used his fingers to part the material giving him the view of your body in early afternoon’s light. A soft sigh fell from his lips as he took in every bit of skin that was on display for him. He inched closer to your face prolonging your anticipation, increasing your desire for him. You had it right when you tagged him as a seductor. You inched in only for him to pull back. when he inched to you, you pulled back and the temperature in the kitchen skyrocketed.

 Both of you rushed the other crashing your lips together. You moaned on him as his hands slipped into your robe and pressed across the small of your back. You wrapped your legs around his back and moaned when you felt his arousal. Addiction was a real thing, and it was at this moment you realized he’d ruined you. He’d intentionally ruined you and he knew it. When his eyes met yours, it was clear he knew it before he’d even laid a finger on you.

 “One night,” he began as he peppered kisses along your neck. “And one afternoon,” he finished waiting for your reply.

 You were already ruined. Why the hell not. 

Colliding your lips with his, you took control of this kiss giving him all the consent and then some he come ever need. Lewis moaned and nibbled your bottom lip before he broke the kiss and trailed his lips down the center of your body stopping to taste your nipples. By the time he sank down to his knees before you, he’d perched your feet onto the edge of the counter, so you were spread for him.

 “Worship her.”

 He smiled then buried his face between your legs. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you laid back across the slate countertop ready to receive and enjoy his devotion.

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 A/N: Wheeeew!

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[sorrowsofsilence]

Burning Out • VII

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.

Words: 4.4k

General Fanfic Warnings: 18+, explicit language, smut, alcohol, drugs, violence, mentions murder/suicide, panic attacks/anxiety, nightmares

Authors note: Chapter Seven - I wish I wasn't lost (EDITED 09-03-24)

new? start from chapter one here

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY, IN REAL LIFE! IT IS SIMPLY FICTION, AND JUST FOR FUN! THINK OF THEM AS ACTORS LOL.

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I moaned as she slid down one more time and I gripped her hair, holding her still. I filled her tongue as threads of my release coated the back of her throat. The sight below me left my legs shaking as I pulled away, tucking her hair behind her ears, and rubbing my fingers underneath her chin in endearment.

What have I done?

“Good girls swallow,” I whispered and she moaned.

“Open,” I said, watching in complete reverence as she stuck out her tongue, showing me that she obeyed, drinking in all of me.

I leaned down towards her, pulling her chin up to kiss me as I melted into her lips, sighing with commitment.

What have I done?

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NOAH

I wonder how How can it be that two souls live beneath my chest? I wander on Through the snowfall And the firestorm

One week passed.

I had resorted to stealing from a few homes, but the objects I took were worth nothing compared to the cost of Y/N's drugs. After selling everything, I only made 4.5k, barely enough to maintain my daily goal of 645; and I was desperately trying to come up with another scheme to earn more cash. With my stolen money in hand, I went to one of D's associates, feeling a surge of anger at the smug grin on his face as he greedily snatched the envelope from my grasp.

‘Having fun Sebastian? Surprised you even made this much yourself.’It took everything in me to walk away without bashing his fucking face in.

As each day passed I was being eaten alive by guilt, and I could barely look at Y/N. She noticed the shift in my behaviour, persistently asking me what was wrong and if she had done something.

‘Nothing,’ I would say.

‘Just stressed,’ I would say.

Our final night together was the night I stole her medication. As she held me in her arms, drifting off into a peaceful slumber, I couldn't bring myself to close my eyes. Instead, I quietly cried while she slept, unaware of the lies that lay next to her.

The next morning, I lied and said I would sleep in the spare bedroom across the hall. The expression on her face was heart-wrenching.

‘Oh, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I know that the nightmares are hard to deal with.’ She had said, her eyes falling briefly before she attempted to hide her expression with a smile.

My heart yearned at her words, wanting to hold her against my chest, ready to block out all the evil in the world if it meant protecting her. It wasn’t the nightmares that pushed me away, it was myself.

‘I don’t want to invade your space more than I already am.’ I responded.

I watched her take her pills when she did, my chest clenching in shame with every sip of water that followed the lies.

I wish I wasn't afraid of The haunted valley

The boys watched the remorse control me as I began to shut off the world, secluding myself from Y/N, and them.

I wish I wasn't a failure That nobody needs

“Noah?”

In the depths of my mind, I'm lost and confined A question gnaws at my core; I can't deny

“Noah.” Am I a mere illusion, a ghost in the crowd? Or do I carry a soul screaming out loud?

“Noah!”

I pulled out my earbuds at the call of my name, and my eyes squinted open. Ruffilo stood over me as I lay on the mattress in the basement, drowning in lyrics. The music blared from the removed bud as Nicholas glared, folding his arms.

I wish the voices in my head stopped their shrill tongues Just for a second so I could breathe some fresh air For a moment so I could stop sinking into despair I am a traitor in the face of myself

“Did you want to work on the song?” He asked, “Or are you wallowing in self-pity?”

A slave to a maggot that eats away my soul I ask the mountains to consume me as a whole How long will I be captured in this maze in the hail?

The song.

Y/N had hooked us up with a gig at Sammy’s tomorrow night, and Jolly had the brilliant idea of finishing our first-ever set with an original song; despite us never even playing for an audience. I wasn’t sure if I was more nervous about playing some shitty music in front of an audience of strangers, or that one of the audience members would be Y/N.

I shrugged and closed my eyes, sinking into the softness of the pillow with the bud still in my ear. Nicholas shook his head at me. He leaned over, tugging on one earbud to make me listen to him.

"Come on, you can't mope forever," he said with a sigh.

"I can try," I retorted, pulling the bud back from him as I sat up.

"You've been ignoring her for days. Can't you see how much it's hurting her? You messed up, not her." Nicholas' words hit me like a slap in the face.

I turned away from his piercing gaze, but I couldn't help but notice Jolly and Folio pretending to work while eavesdropping on our conversation.

"She's been bringing your regular coffee every day after work because you haven't even been showing up," Nicholas continued, his tone sharp.

I felt guilty as I chewed on the inside of my cheek, unable to meet anyone's eyes. She has?

I rolled my head back “I know. None of it is fair to her.”

Nicholas perched on a chair by the wall, observing me with caution in his eyes. "You need to stop taking your guilt out on her," he said.

I let out a deep breath and got up from the bed, tossing my earbuds onto the sheets. "I can't even look at her without feeling like she sees through me," I admitted.

"Is that such a bad thing?" Nicholas asked.

I scoffed and threw my hands up in frustration. "Yes it is, because I took her pills and had to watch her swallow fake ones," I ranted as I paced around the room. "Pills that are supposed to help her, but are nothing but deceit!"

Nicholas kept his gaze on me, his brow furrowed. Folio's face also showed disappointment as he watched from the side.

"She takes those pills expecting relief, but I took that away from her!" I stopped walking for a moment, pressing my palms against my eyes and exhaling loudly in turmoil.

"You made a choice," Nicholas stood up and approached me, standing in front of me.

He looked into my eyes with a mix of anger and sadness. "I hate seeing you like this, Noah, but you messed up."

"I know I messed up, Nick," I replied, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Nicholas wrapped his arms around me, offering comfort.

"You need to tell her," he advised, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

I collapsed into his hug, holding onto my brother tightly. "I can't...not yet," I whispered.

“So you plan on ignoring her for weeks until everything with D is over?” Nicholas shook his head, “We’re living with her now. You can’t just avoid her and you shouldn’t after everything she’s done for us.”

I stepped back from him and nodded in agreement, “I know; that’s why I’ve been considering...”

“Considering what?” Nicholas raised an eyebrow.

“A pharmacy robbery.”

“By yourself?” He chuckled, watching me carefully. “Are you serious?”

I heard Jolly laughing in the corner and gave him a sharp look.

“Of course I'm serious,” I shrugged. “But I could make a ton of money from this Vincent guy by getting pure drugs.”

“The last time you pulled off a big solo heist was when we got into this mess in the first place. You don't take on big jobs alone.”

The lights flickered around the room as I sat on the motel bed, my chest heaving with excitement. A seventeen-year-old Ruffilo sat beside me with the tattoo machine ready to brand my knuckles as twelve-year-old Folio watched eagerly.

“Today’s the day,” Jolly cheered, a wide smile stretching across his face as he threw a beer in my direction, “Our young padawan becomes a man.”

The can fumbled between my fingers as I looked down at it proudly, jittering with thrill. Jolly’s never let me drink before.

I opened the can in acceptance, hesitant to take the first sip with shaky hands, before bringing it up to my mouth. The beer was pungent and bitter, my lips puckering with furrowed brows; yeah, it was disgusting.

I tried to hide my distaste with a weak smile, “Yum.”

Jolly laughed, throwing his head back in amusement.

“You might want to chug it,” He said, taking a sip of his own beverage, “the knuckles hurt like a bitch.”

My eyes danced between him and the can as Nicholas and Nick began chanting, “Noah, Noah, Noah!”

Jolly joined with a raised fist, smiling with admiration as I chugged the drink, throwing the can to the floor in excitement as I stomped on it, the scream of elation ripping through my lungs as we all laughed. Nicholas hollered as he grabbed my shoulders, shaking me and I grinned, living within this moment of adventure.

“You ready?” Nicholas said, raising a quizzical brow as I began to feel the buzz. I nodded eagerly, throwing my hands in front of the table placed next to the bed.

Nicholas slid plastic gloves over his own tatted fingers before he wiped my knuckles with an alcohol wipe.

“There’s no going back,” He smiled as I sucked in a breath, anticipating the familiar scratching of the needle as it embedded the letters into my skin.

“Happy fourteenth birthday, baby bro,” Jolly walked over to me, patting my back. He handed me a crumbled paper bag, and with my free hand, I reached inside excitedly, pulling out the fabric.

I bit my lip as I tried to hide my smile but couldn’t. I was finally one of them.

“Your first mask.” Jolly nodded in approval. I tried pulling it over my head but couldn’t with one hand, so Jolly reached over, pulling it down over my face.

He bent down in front of me, his hand on top of my head as he shook me with fondness and it took everything in me not to cry with happiness at his praise.

That evening Nicholas wrapped my knuckles with black tape, protecting the freshly wounded skin. He went over the plan with Jolly, pointing towards the map indicating where I was to go, and where I would meet them after.

“This garage is filled with fancy as fuck cars,” Jolly nodded, leaning over the table, “so you have options. Don’t settle for any car, but don’t linger too long.”

“Remember, Kia’s and Hyundai’s are easier to hotwire, so you’ll have better luck getting in and out,” Nicholas said and I nodded as I jumped up and down, amping myself up.

“The alarms will go off almost immediately once you break in. People in this hotel get that shit valet, so someone is bound to notice right away.”

“Don’t forget, one, Underneath the steering wheel column find the wiring harness connector, Two, Pull aside the battery, ignition, and starter wire bundle, Three, Strip about 1 inch of the battery wires and twist them together. Fourth, Connect the ignition on/off wire to the battery wire.” Jolly listed and I nodded with each of his commands, reciting them back, “And don’t forget to break the steering lock or you won’t be able to drive.”

“Wire bundle, trip and twist, ignition to the battery,” I repeated, “Steering lock.”

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“Well, I have no choice,” I threw my arms up, laughing, “What, you want me to ask Y/N then?”

Ask Y/N…

“No but-” Jolly started, but I interrupted him. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. She could be a diversion. A distraction in the plan.

“Y/N could be an extra body, and perhaps…” I trailed off, my mind wandering in thought. Yes, this was crazy; and the idea that followed even more so…but perhaps it could work.

“Okay,” Nicholas said as anger started bubbling from his tone as he watched me with disbelief, “And?”

“And,” I grabbed his shoulder as a smile wound up on my lips, “I can steal Y/N’s prescription while I’m there, and then replace her meds. So, she’ll never know.”

Nicholas rolled his head back in annoyance, almost laughing at my words, “Dude, you’re just going to dig yourself a hole here. You can’t be serious. Just tell her the truth about the fucking pills rather than getting her more involved.”

“I will eventually,” I sighed, “Just not now.”

“You do know how hard it is to steal from businesses alone versus a few houses here and there?” Jolly said as he scribbled in his notebook, “What is Y/N going to be able to do? Other than putting her and you in danger?”

“I have a plan,” I said, as I started pacing around the room.

“You’re considering her help? Are you fucking insane?” Jolly’s mouth hung open, “Du är en riktig klydderöv.” (You are an ass who likes to make things harder than they are)

“Listen,” I held my hands up in defence, but Nicholas threw his arms up.

“You can’t be serious; she could get hurt! You’re just using her?” he seethed.

“And you guys aren’t?” I laughed, pointing to the guitars and motioned around the room, “We are fucking freeloaders.”

“Aren't you worried about her getting injured?Caught? Better yet, Arrested?” Nick asked through clenched teeth. Why did he care so much?

“Of course I fucking am!” I growled, trying to not let any more guilt eat away at my insides, “I just want to have her as an extra body for that bit of fear factor. I don’t want her doing anything upfront or dangerous.”

“That’s still dangerous!” Nicholas exclaimed, “The fact she will be in that situation in the first place is not a good idea.”

I nodded in agreement, “I know. But what other choice do I have right now?” My eyes danced past each of the boys.

I knew this wasn’t the best idea, but my options were slim. I wanted to continue whatever was going on with Y/N- I didn’t want to feel this guilt, and if I was being honest with myself…

I was scared.

I was scared she wouldn’t see past my deceit, and I was scared she would hate me. That she wouldn’t forgive me.

I knew I had to make up for everything that had happened, but the first step was getting her proper medication back.

And to do that, I needed her help.

I wonder how How can it be that two souls live beneath my chest? I wander on Through the snowfall And the firestorm

“Let’s work on the song,” Folio changed the subject as the room heated, and I sighed heavily.

“Yeah, whatever,” I sat back on the mattress, pulling up the lyrics I wrote on my phone.

“Whatcha got Noah?” Jolly asked as he picked up the guitar.

“You've run out of luck, and I'm calling your bluff You stabbed me in the back, but not deep enough But not deep enough I see through you.” I hummed.

Jolly nodded as he tried to match the chords.

“Then the chorus, yada yada,” I said, eyes scanning my device as my thumb scrolled the screen.

“You said I'd never make it, you said I'd fall on my face But now I'm right where I belong, and I put you in your place You said I'd never make it, you said I'd make a mistake But now I'm right where I belong, and you've got nothing to say.”

Jolly eyed me briefly with a slight glare as I spoke, and I avoided his eyes.

“I like it,” Nicholas said, plucking the bass.

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Y/N

With my fingers wrapped around the paper coffee cup, I sighed, fiddling with my keys to open the front door to my house.

Noah’s sudden distance made my chest clench in worry.

“look at me, show me those pretty eyes while I fuck your mouth,” he demanded and my lashes flicked up toward him, his body shuddering as I stared into him with complete greed.

The last time we spoke was that night.I chalked it up to him being busy paying back D, but I couldn’t help but feel slightly broken, and that it was my fault for his distance.

Doubt ate at my insides, beginning to regret inviting them into my home.

I wish I wasn't afraid of The haunted valley I wish I wasn't a failure

Maybe Noah saw how unwell I was, after the nightmare. Maybe this whole situation made him uncomfortable. I made him uncomfortable.

That nobody needs That nobody needs That nobody needs

I'm sure he heard me wake up screaming at night, and it hurt me to know that he wasn't the one who came running in to check on me. But that's okay, not that he had to. However, Nicholas was always there in a heartbeat. Living with the boys was easy, and I enjoyed spending game nights with Nick, Jolly, and Nicholas. Surprisingly, we got along well and I developed a close bond with Nicholas over the past few days. He must have noticed my internal struggle because he would often reassure me when I came home between shifts, rushing down to the basement with a cup of coffee to see Noah, only to be disappointed when he wasn't there.

“Hey,” Nicholas had waved, his gaze falling when he saw the coffee in my hands.

“Not home?” I asked, giving him a sad smile.

“No… I don’t know where he is either.”

I shared a curt nod before turning around to run back up the stairs.

“Y/N?” Nicholas called out before I took the first step up.

I stopped, sucking in a breath before sighing, “Did- did I do something wrong?” I asked, turning to look at him briefly.

Nicholas shook his head quickly, “No! No, of course not. You’ve done nothing but be kind to us.”

“Then why do I feel like I’m the problem? Did I scare him away?”

Nicholas’ shoulders dropped as he patted the seat on the couch next to him, pulling me into his side. I rested my head on his shoulder as he rubbed my arm warmly.

“Noah is a difficult creature,” He said, “But I haven’t seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you.”

I sniffed, “Then why is he ignoring me?”

Nicholas stiffened at the question, and I tried to shrug it off, but I knew that he knew.

“I- he’s going through it. This is a lot of money for him to get himself, without any help.”

I pulled away from his hug, “I just wish he would let me help.”

I closed the door behind me, smiling down at Juice as he greeted me. I heard someone puttering in the kitchen and assumed it was Nicholas.

“Hey, Ruffilo-” I shouted, slipping off my shoes and prancing into the kitchen. I immediately gasped in surprise when it was not Ruffilo, but Noah, who sat at the table munching on a grilled cheese. Our eyes locked as we silently exchanged words, and my breath hitched in my throat. Why did I feel so nervous?

My face flushed with embarrassment as I stood frozen in place, staring at him for a moment too long before bowing my head in anxiety. My heart raced, and I couldn't help but want to stare at his perfect smile or the way his long hair framed his face.

"Hey," he said gently, his eyes burning into me as I placed my bag on the counter and took a deep breath. I tried to distract myself by placing his coffee on the counter and grabbing a cup from the cupboard to fill with water.

"How are you?" he asked, still gazing at me intensely. I hesitated before turning around, my back pressed against the counter as I let my eyes meet his. I couldn't help wondering why he suddenly wanted to talk to me after days of distance. Part of me wanted to walk away.

"Um," I took a slow sip of water, the cool liquid offering little relief from the tension between us, "I'm good. And you?"

He watched as I took another sip, his eyes scanning over the glass and my fingers wrapped around it. He hesitated before speaking again, as if afraid of what he was about to say.

"I'm okay," he began, trailing off before looking away, fixating on the ground as he spoke softly, "I've missed you."

My heart raced as he revealed his feelings, and I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Part of me wanted to brush off his words, while the other part wanted to wrap my arms around him and give in to his touch. Did he truly miss me, or was he just trying to ease his guilt for being absent for the past few days? Regardless, the way my breath caught in nervous anticipation showed how thrilled I was to see him.

"I got your coffee..." I murmured, not sure what else to say as I turned and handed him the cup. Our fingers grazed each other lightly as we exchanged the drink, sending tingles up my arm and butterflies fluttering in my stomach - reminiscent of the day we first met.

He gave me a small smile and thanked me shyly, but I could sense that something else was on his mind as he took a sip.

For a brief moment, silence hung between us as unspoken thoughts danced in the air.

“I’ve missed you too,” I confessed quietly as my cheeks warmed, and I began playing with my fingers nervously.

Noah’s ears flushed with colour as he genuinely smiled, “Let me take you out tonight.”

“I- I have work,” I stammered, excitement replaced with disappointment.

“Call in. Let me take you on a date.” He shook his head as he took another sip, refusing to let down.

“I can’t afford to call in,” I gave him a sad smile, “But I would love to go out with you this weekend when I’m free?”

“I’ll give you the money then,” He stood up now, grabbing the glass from my hands before pulling my palms into his grasp, “Just let me treat you.”

His October eyes begged as they bore into me, trying to read my mind. I looked away, trying not to succumb to his silent plea but instead, I smiled, looking at our connected hands. Why was he suddenly being this way?

“Stop looking at me like that,” I laughed.

“Like what?” He teased, before sticking out his bottom lip, packing on the puppy dog eyes.  

“Like that!” I giggled, and Noah tugged on my arms, pulling them so they were wrapped around his body as he buried me in his chest.

I sunk into his arms in alleviation as we swayed in the kitchen to the beat of our hearts.

Part of me wanted to pull away, tempted to see if he would bring me back. The other part of me wanted to berate him for his attitude. Part of me wanted him to take me against the kitchen table. There were so many questions I wanted to ask him, but I didn’t want to ruin this moment together.

“I’m sorry I’ve been distant,” Noah whispered now, his voice vibrating from his chest as my cheek was pressed against his soft cotton t-shirt. I nodded against him in response, squeezing his torso as I closed my eyes, my mind beginning to overthink everything that’s happened between us.

I finally sucked in a breath, hesitant to ask, “Did I do something wrong?”

Noah immediately pulled me from his chest to look me in the eyes with a sullen expression, his hands cupping either side of my face, “You haven’t done anything wrong. You’re perfect.”

My eyes began to glaze over as my mind eased a little, and I chuckled softly, “Definitely not perfect.”

“Definitely are,” He whispered, hesitating once more before his broken eyes began analyzing my own. He made me feel like I had no reason to think he was lying. He made me feel perfect.

Noah watched me carefully before his eyes closed briefly. He sucked in a breath, hesitating, “I- I think there’s something wrong with me. I’m so lost right now.”

“I hope you know you can talk to me,” I matched his tone, my head tilting in empathy as we stood in the kitchen, holding each other. My fingers gripped onto the fabric of his shirt as I pulled him into another hug, embracing all his insecurities.

“I know,” He sighed, before masking his sorrows with a smile.

“Please come out with me,” He pulled away and pleaded again, the pad of his thumb beginning to graze across my cheekbone before tracing the outline of my lips, “I want to spend time with you. I want to hear your story.”

I smiled at his words, my breath catching in my throat as we watched each other, completely mesmerized as my eyes travelled across the outline of his ochre eyes. The slight stubble outlined his perfect lips that wrapped around the whites of his teeth as he smiled charmingly, and it left my palms sweating.

“You know plenty about me now,” He said gently, concentrated eyes devouring me, “So who are you?”

Subconsciously I began leaning in closer to his touch, our lips inches apart, “Why are you so convincing?” I whispered, the warmth of Noah’s breath cascading along my face.

“Ahem.”

I turned immediately at the cough, and Noah pulled away from me, staring back at the ground. I looked between him and Ruffilo, who stood leaning against the wall, watching Noah with analytical eyes.

“Hi, ruffles!” I then smiled warmly, confused at his interruption but happy to see him. He acknowledged me briefly, nodding in my direction before glaring daggers towards the brunette.

“A date?” Nicholas's eyebrows furrowed as he crossed his arms and spoke with a tone of accusation.

Noah gave him a sharp look and I glanced between the two of them, trying to make sense of their tense exchange.

Noah turned away from us, shaking his head. “It's none of your business.”

“It is my business now.” Nicholas stood up, positioning himself next to me in a protective manner.

I furrowed my brow and took a step back from Ruffilo. “Can someone please explain what's going on?”

A cynical smirk appeared on Ruffilo's face as he let out a quick laugh, scoffing at the brunette in front of him. “You didn't ask her where you really wanted to take her out, did you?”

Noah ran a hand over his face. “I was getting there.”

I looked between them again before turning my head towards Noah. “Where were you planning to take me?”

Noah licked his lips thoughtfully before turning to me. “I need your help.”

Chapter 8

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[stormberry-12]

Heyy,I love your writing! May I request a JJ fic inspired by the ‘Work Song’ by Hozier?

time comes around ~ jj maybank x reader

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader (jj pov)

warnings: making out, jj's dad being a dick, mentions of jj's good ol' gun, language. (not very well edited)

notes: thank you so much for the request and I'm so sorry it took soooo long. it gave me so much to work with and it ended up being super long lol, i hope it turned out okay I kinda just went with what the lyrics reminded me of.

you also don't really have to read all of them if you don't want, they're all just blurbs off JJ and Y/n's life together. ❤

(i recommend listening while you read>>>>)

Boys workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat

"Jayj!" she giggled, dropping her fork on the table and staring at me.

"What?!?" I laughed in mock offense, crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair.

"You haven't even touched your food," y/n complained, her pretty eyes squinting at me in confusion.

"I-"

"You love food." she interrupted me, a smile playing on her lips, "Probably more than you love anything else in the world, now eat!"

"Not as much as I love you," I whisper, she looks down at her plate with a smile and a blush. "I don't want to eat... I just want to watch you,"

"That sounds creepy when you say it like that, stop!" she choked on her food and I fell into a fit of laughter that squeezed my lungs, making it hard to breathe. She made it hard to breathe.

There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

I hummed into her lips, they were sweet, soft, and warm. I tapped her thighs signaling for her to jump up, she wrapped her legs around my waist, hands in my hair.

Her back hit the wall and I slid my hands up her waist. She hummed into my mouth and we broke away panting.

"Missed you too-"

"Shut up." she said and I laughed, leaning my forehead against hers. I was so glad it was finally summer, her family would stay at their beach house for the next few months and we would spend every day together. Love only growing.

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin I woke with her walls around me Nothin' in her room but an empty crib

I woke up with the sun shining through the curtain, y/n was laying on top of me, her arms and body heavy like they were sheltering me from a storm. In this case, the storm was my dad.

She shifted on top of me, rubbing her eyes from sleep.

"Morning," she whispered.

"Mornin'," I said back, shifting our position and sitting up, pulling her into my lap.

"I'm so sorry," she rubbed patterns into my bicep, "I had no idea... do- do you want to talk about it?"

I looked down at her beautiful face and shrugged my shoulders. She looked up at me and I wrapped my arms around her tighter.

"He has no right to do that-" her fingertips ghosted over the scar on my cheek that she had patched up the night before. After I had come knocking away on her window way past midnight.

I felt a pain in my chest, "I'm sorry I bothered you with this, I'm so sorry-" I buried my face in her neck so she wouldn't see me cry.

"Oh Jayj..."

A sob broke my lips and my shoulders shook, god I was being such a baby.

She turned to face me, still sitting in my lap, holding the sides of my face with her hands. Her eyes were watering as she kissed each tear that fell from my face before wiping it away.

"You could never bother me," she said, voice more stern. I silently thanked her.

God, how did I get so lucky.

And I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived But I swear I thought I dreamed her She never asked me once about the wrong I did

"Y/n-" I said sitting on the couch, running a hand through my hair, "I can't believe I did that, I'm so sorry-"

She just watched me from the other side of the chateau, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest. Her expression was unreadable, eyes stone cold.

I had just pulled a gun out at the kegger, I was so stupid.

And not only did I put it up against Topper's head at some point but I fired it into the air. I let my anger get the best of me, it could cost me my freedom, my friends, or even y/n.

I hoped she wouldn't- oh god.

"Please don't dump me!" I squeaked out.

"Dump you?" she laughed shaking her head.

"I'm being serious, why are you laughing?!?!" I panicked standing up and bringing my hands to my head.

"Cuz your funny," she walked towards the back door and left the chateau. I followed her out back, she was walking to where the rest of the pogues were eating around a fire.

I sat down beside her and grabbed a hot dog and a roasting stick.

"So, we all sorted out?" Pope asked, raising his eyebrows at our sudden appearance.

"Did she give you shit?"

John B chuckled and I flipped him off, "No, actually..."

"Damn!" Kie said. "Your lucky JJ, not many people can put up with your shenanigans-"

The conversation shifted to something royal merchant related, I ate my hot dog and snuck glances at y/n. She was wiping sticky marshmallows off her finger, but it just kept spreading all over her clothes. I looked down and my plate and smiled.

Kie was right, y/n was the only one that could deal with me. But I was also the only one that could deal with her.

We couldn't live without each other.

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

My baby never fret none About what my hands and my body done If the Lord don't forgive me I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

"Hey, y/n!" Rafe called from across the boneyard, "Your not still seeing that dirty pogue are you?"

"I'm sorry?" she said taking a sip of her beer.

Ward Cameron's evil spawn got closer and eyed me up and down, "Honestly, I can't believe you guys are still hanging on, normally JJ would have moved on to a new bitch by now-"

"Ohhhh shittttt," Kelce and Topper called from behind him.

I stood up lighting fast but y/n grabbed my arm to stop me, "How dare you!" she shamed him.

y/n knew I had a past on the island, I had slept around with a lot of girls. I made a promise to her and myself that I was done with that shit, and it was working out for the best.

y/n tossed the rest of her beer on the back of Rafe's shirt as he walked away, he whirled around fuming.

"Try us, I dare you," John B said, he and Pope were now beside me, and Rafe backed off.

Y/n was still holding my hand, rubbing her thumb over my palm.

Yeah, Rafe, try us, I dare you.

When I was kissing on my baby And she put her love down soft and sweet In the low lamp light I was free Heaven and hell were words to me

The sun from the hot day was setting behind the sky and the soft glow of the street lights began to shine. The breeze was warm and the ocean was crisp.

I dusted the sand off my board, "One more go before dark?" I asked her.

She nodded slowly, pulling her hair up into a ponytail and following me toward the water. "I'm still not so good at this Jayj," she said fidgeting with her fingers.

"No, you're doing great!" I encouraged, pushing the board into her hands, "Go on, I'm right behind you."

We joined the rest of the pogues in the water, I watched as y/n got up on her board and rode a wave all the way down. Pride rushed through me as the pogues broke out in cheers.

"LET'S GO BABY!!"

She laughed and sat down on my board paddling over to me, "I'm so fucking proud of you right now!" I said pulling her off the board and into my arms. She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Nice one squirt!" John B ruffled her hair and Kie said something about celebratory french fries on her.

I kissed her sweetly and looked into her eyes, "Your fearless, you know that?"

She just grinned at me, but I only spoke the truth, she was.

Love felt so wonderful.

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you y/n," I slurred drunkenly, but it was most definitely true. Drunk words, sobber thoughts.

She giggled and buried her face in my neck.

"I'm serious!" I complained.

"Same." Y/n said, sounding just as deadly serious as I was. We locked eye contact, her gaze reaching mine.

"What if you die before y/n? Like when you're a Grandpa and all your smoking comes to bite you in the ass?" John B countered jokingly.

"Well you know, like when I die, I'll probably get buried and shit-" I felt myself start to ramble, "but then Imma be all badass, and dig my way out!"

"What the fuck?" Y/n cackled, tears brimming her eyes from laughing so hard. Kie choked on her beer and Pope gave her a few good hard slaps on the back.

"Yeah, and then I'll come to find you," I said confidently. "NO GRAVE CAN HOLD ME DOWN!!!"

The pogues broke into laughter and I held Y/n's body tighter, I would never let her go. After all we had been through together, the ups and the downs, I knew at that moment it would always be her.

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

[presidenthades]

Once again, I am doing a series of my behind-the-scenes thoughts for The Golds while I do light edits for formatting, typos, and continuity. Here’s Chapter 1!

DO NOT read these commentaries until you have finishes reading the entirety of The Golds! These commentaries have many spoilers for future chapters.

First I’m gonna talk about why I decided to write this fic in the first place, because it wasn’t part of my original roadmap for the series. After I finished writing Daemon’s Handbook, my plan was to write an epic longfic with POVs from all the Targkids that encompassed a multi-year timespan a la the ASOIAF books…and then I realized if I did that, I had high odds of burning out halfway through 💀.

I’ve discovered that I do better at writing fic if I have an ending an mind when I start writing it, and the story needs to be something I can finish writing in several months so I don’t lose steam or get distracted/go on hiatus too long. That meant I needed to focus on a specific story with 1-2 protagonists/narrators that had its own complete story arc within the series’ larger arc.

When I finished writing the Handbook, I read a lot of books during my break. Several of those books were about fashion history, and one was the official GOT costumes book. I got really obsessed with fashion in the HOTD world, and I temporarily thought about writing a Rhaena POV fic because in my verse, she’s really into fashion and I wanted to put my newfound amateur knowledge to use 😅. But as I brainstormed what her story would look like, I realized it was super adjacent to Jace’s story because Rhaena is her lady-in-waiting, and eventually I shifted over to a Jace-centric story.

While I was brainstorming the Rhaena fic, I thought of a pregnancy subplot where Rhaena has to create Jace’s pregnancy wardrobe, and that pregnancy plot ultimately became the central story in The Golds. I was originally going to make Jace the sole narrator as she deals with the pregnancy, but I realized Aegon would have some really entertaining thoughts so I made it dual POV. This is when I started thinking about the Bridgerton approach, where each Targkid gets to be the star/costar of their own story in roughly chronological order.

The title “The Golds” is a reference to the canonical Greens and Blacks. There’s a theme throughout the story of Jace and Aegon accumulating popularity and soft power at court and among the smallfolk. This growing faction will unofficially be called the Golds because Jace and Aegon are strongly affiliated with that color, due to Sunfyre’s scales, Jace’s preference for gold, and all the symbolism that gold entails.

Most chapter titles are lyrics from the in-universe lullaby “The Song of the Seven.” Since the fic is about pregnancy, childbirth, and parenthood, I thought a reference to this lullaby was appropriate. My original outline had 7 chapters for the fic so I was going to title each chapter after the first line of each stanza in the lullaby. As I wrote the fic and realized it was going to be more chapters, I had to get creative. For Chapter 1, I picked the Maiden lyrics because the Maiden is associated with innocence and young women. Aside from this chapter including the wedding night (and thus Jace’s last night as a maiden), this is also the beginning of Jace’s character and emotional journey, during which she becomes less innocent/naive and, as you know, encounters a lot of darkness in the real world.

Ok now for the actual chapter commentary lol

I started showing during the Handbook that Jace is a responsible, dutiful “eldest sibling syndrome” kind of person, and I wanted to really highlight that in this fic. In the beginning of this story, Jace is the neurotic workaholic while Aegon is hedonistic and urges her to relax. Throughout the story, Jace does learn to relax and delegate better, but Aegon also starts picking up responsibilities along the way. By the end, my goal was for them to meet in the middle, where Jace learns that she has to take care of herself if she wants to take care of others, and Aegon learns that he needs to put in some work in order to secure the things he really wants in life.

There’s also a theme of private vs. public. Jace starts as having a very public life (she’s the heir to the throne, her life is on display at court) while being very private about things like her body and personal wants. In contrast, Aegon is very public about his body (the casual nudity is canon, don’t blame me) and personal wants (“I love my wife and everyone must know it”), but he wishes he could have a private life (be his own person and do what he wants, rather than be the prince and politician his family wants). Again, they kind of grow to meet in the middle by the end. Jace learns to be more selfish about her desires and fight for them (she also becomes more comfortable with her body around Aegon, although the self-consciousness never entirely goes away). Aegon learns to put aside his hangups about “I don’t want to be a player in the game” and steps into the arena so he can ultimately achieve what he wants, which is to protect Jace and their child.

We see the beginnings of Aegon’s powers of observation this chapter. He notices the Bracken/Blackwood exchange (these are the same lovers that Daemon spies in the tunnels in Chapter 9 of the Handbook) and deduces a likely explanation. This trait was inspired by a TGC quote about how Aegon is very observant and knows people’s weaknesses. I loved this idea that Aegon observes a lot of what’s happening around him, but canonically he’s too drunk and apathetic to do much about it. Here, Aegon is not an alcoholic and he’s a lot more grounded, so he actively registers a lot more details.

I mention in Chapter 2 that Daemon is part of the reason Aegon doesn’t drink so much, but that’s definitely not the whole story. Aegon seems very driven by the pursuit of dopamine, things that give him pleasure. In canon, he achieves this through whoring and alcoholism. Here, he has Jace, who has always fulfilled many of his emotional needs and now his physical needs. His life is a lot happier, so there’s no need for him to drink himself into a stupor. He did still have a youthful period of debauchery, but it’s not an outrageous amount of debauchery for a spoiled prince—although still in an upper percentile.

Aegon remains impressively chaste during the Stepstones because he realizes his youthful debauchery was a big reason Rhaenyra disapproved of him. And by the time he leaves for the Stepstones, he’s realized (thanks in part to their forced separation, thanks in part to Jace being the prettiest girl he can ever imagine existing) that no other woman is ever going to compare to Jace, so why bother? (He definitely had a locket or something with Jace’s mini portrait and lock of hair lol)

Aegon’s attitude toward dancing (he’s good at it but he hates the formality) is similar to his overall attitude toward court life and politics. He can do it if he wants, but he just doesn’t want to—unless it makes Jace happy.

Confession: the Tyroshi subplot wasn’t supposed to happen the way it did. I’ll explain more in future chapters, but for now, I’ll just say Floris and Sara weren’t always intended to die. But they did die in the final draft, and in hindsight I’m glad I included the Baratheon scene this chapter. Originally the scene was supposed to showcase Jace’s politicking and diplomacy, as well as lead up to her eventually picking Floris as a lady-in-waiting. Now it has extra meaning because it shows how sweet Floris was, how she fit in with her sisters, and how her mother doted on her 🥺.

I actually kind of like Maris, she’s funny in a mean girl way 😂. But she canonically has a tendency to run her mouth and say nasty things. Here, I think she feels jealous that Cassandra is getting so much attention from potential suitors, and that contributes to her rudeness. Jace could have publicly shamed Maris for being so rude to a Targaryen bride at her own wedding, but she decided to be sneakier about it and not cause a scene. Jace wants to maintain a good relationship with the Baratheons while making it clear what Maris said is unacceptable, so she extends the private tea invite to the other Baratheon women while deliberately omitting Maris from the offer. Now Lady Elenda feels honored by the invite and relieved to not have disfavor, and she’ll probably give Maris a terrible scolding in private.

The bedding tradition seems awful and potentially traumatic, especially for the bride (but that’s ASOIAF for you!). I can’t remember what’s canon or fanon, but I went with the interpretation that the bride and groom are supposed to be stripped naked or close to it. I feel like the royal family ought to be exempt from it (in a privileged “nobody else is allowed to behold our naked bodies” kind of way), but I know Alysanne made a point of having the bedding ceremony so nobody could question her marriage was consummated. The ceremony also seems horribly wasteful because all that expensive material and labor that went into the wedding clothes is just trashed, but I guess it’s a status flex. Only the super-rich can afford to deliberately destroy all those resources after one use.

I wish I wrote more scenes where Jace and Aemond hang out 😭. They have a lot of similarities: dutiful, studious, responsible for their siblings. I imagine their relationship being super chill. Then again, they’re very proper so they probably have hangups about spending alone time with someone of the opposite gender for extended periods of time 🙃. Anyway, their relationship is much less antagonistic than in canon. Fem!Jace thinks bullying is wrong and tones down Aegon’s mean streak, while Aemond has a chivalrous and gentlemanly attitude toward women (contrast with book!Aemond, who seems pretty misogynistic). Since a lot of the friction from canon is removed, they get along much better, and this Aemond is more comfortable with the idea of fem!Jace being queen one day because they start from a better place, and he’s her good-brother.

You can see my newfound fashion history geekery showing itself during the scene where Jace gets ready for bed. (Also, take note of how meticulous Jace is. It highlights her general cautiousness, and it serves as a contrast for Chapter 3). I try not to get too flowery with description, but I decided it was relevant to highlight key fashion choices like her wedding dress because it is an aspect of Jace’s influence at court, and she is concerned about appearances. I incorporated a lot of design aspects from GOT, which are much less medieval than the HOTD gowns. I had this idea that the older generation (Alicent and Rhaenyra) stick more to traditional cuts and designs, while Jace and the other girls are starting a new fashion trend akin to what we see in GOT, where styles are more flattering and multicultural.

Jace’s wedding dress is strongly influenced by Margaery’s Purple Wedding dress. The backless part makes it rather daring, and it’s part of Jace and Rhaena’s goal to depict Jace as a leader among the younger ladies at court since matrons are far less likely to wear something so revealing. Also, in GOT, Daenerys’s dresses tend to be much more revealing than anyone else’s, so I deduced that the fashion culture in Essos is overall more daring than in Westeros. Rhaena grew up in Pentos, so I decided she brings that influence into Jace’s wardrobe, which then spreads through court. Jace’s jewelry (heirlooms owned by Valaena Velaryon, mother of the Conqueror and his sisters) is also a statement to highlight that she was born a Velaryon but now she’s a true Targaryen in name.

Jace’s lingerie is definitely Rhaena’s (and Baela’s) influence. Otherwise she would have zero clue what’s fashionable in Lys. 😳

Jace deciding to work on her wedding night is very in character for her. And Aegon making her stop to enjoy herself is also very in character for him. Definitely a recurring pattern for these two.

Like any scene I write, I try to make sure the smut has a purpose in the story. I don’t usually write PWP but I think smut scenes are an excellent way to demonstrate dynamics and emotional connections between characters, so that’s how I typically use them. Here, we see Aegon is devoted to Jace: makes her feel comfortable, ample foreplay, even cracks a few jokes because their relationship is familiar enough for that sort of thing. He literally “lets her hair down” so she can shed her usual inhibitions.

True to character, Jace overthinks the process. She knows the theory of how it works (Rhaenyra would ensure her daughters are informed of the mechanics, and Jace has been living with Baela for three years). She also knows Aegon enjoyed his time on the Street of Silk and she desperately wants to meet his expectations. She doesn’t realize that she could do literally anything (or nothing) and Aegon would still think she’s perfect.

Since Aegon hasn’t had sex in three years, he’s trying very hard not to finish too early 😅. It’s OK though, Jace has no idea how long a guy is supposed to last and they have the whole night to make up for it 😂.

In the Handbook, I hint at Aegon’s artistic tendencies when he doodles in his letters. Here, I expand upon that so he’s sort of a Renaissance man: he sings, he plays lute, he dances, he draws, etc etc. All the skills he enjoys are skills not conducive for a politician/king. In this verse, Jace encourages him to sing and draw, so he pursues it further than he would’ve in canon.

I like to think of the morning-after smut scene as when Cheeseball is conceived 😂. It’s when Aegon dirty talks about making heirs for the throne, and Jace thinks about how much she would like to have children with Aegon. It just makes sense lol.

GRRM makes his female characters give birth way too young. Some people argue it’s historically accurate, but it’s really not. Other than Margaret Beaufort (who gave birth at 13 and never had any other children, probably due to complications), royal and noble women generally married in their late teens and early twenties. But this is the world and culture GRRM created, so I’m trying to work with it. I still headcanon that in normal peacetime, highborns try to wait until bride and groom are at least 16 to marry because they are aware that giving birth too young is dangerous. It’s during wartime or when politics require an earlier consummation that we see things like Sansa marrying at 13 💀. So I made Jace realize, after she’s had time to stew, that being forced to wait three years was best. (Especially since she IMMEDIATELY gets pregnant.)

I had to research whether people with a broken nose (or recovering from rhinoplasty surgery, which apparently has similar side effects—the more you know!) could have sex. Apparently one of the concerns is causing blood vessels around the nose to expand/contract/whatnot, and arousal impacts blood flow so that’s why Orwyle bans any nookie 😔. No wonder Aegon bribes Alyssa to wake Daemon early lol.

A side effect of broken noses is bruising around the face and black eyes, so Jace looks like she got hit very badly. The ensuing gossip about how she got injured ties into the recurring themes of a) Jace’s concern with appearances and b) that courtiers can and will gossip about anything, and the more salacious the better.

Jace is pretty peeved that Luce was so reckless re: the tunnel incident, and probably upset that it inadvertently led to her broken nose. But as soon as Luce needs help, Jace stops caring about her injuries 😭. Another recurring part of Jace’s personality: she’ll do almost anything to help her loved ones but she’s much harder on herself. (Note Luce’s little question, “What do I do now?” which is a question she always asked Jace when she was in trouble as a kid.)

Aegon is closer to Aemond than in canon, since a) they went to the Stepstones together and b) Aegon had far fewer options for male companionship in this genderbent world so he had to lean on Aemond a lot more. The brothers aren’t the kind to have heart-to-hearts, but Aegon knows Aemond well enough to know that Aemond is really into Luce and is probably going to try to marry her.

With Larys dead, there isn’t a very good option for master of whisperers. The council keeps trying to fill it but the candidates never last for long. I like to joke that they’re holding the seat open for when Joff is old enough, but finding a good spymaster seems pretty difficult. Daemon would probably be good at it but he’s already flamed out of several council positions, and he would hate working with Otto.

A little more fashion history! A surcote is that quintessential medieval gown for women, which I decided is very traditional in Westeros. This is Jace’s first day at her new job, so she wants to dress extra conservatively. Color is a big deal in this world of Black versus Green, so she deliberately picks very neutral and inoffensive colors. She also styles her hair and wears gold jewelry from Aegon to emphasize her new marriage, which shows she’s a mature woman and is forging harmonious bonds with her husband across the Black/Green divide.

In canon, Corlys resigns his position as master of ships around Episode 2. Tyland is canonically master of ships during this time, but I made an error in the Handbook and turned him into the master of coin. So I decided to just force Lyman Beesbury into retirement, and this can serve as an in-universe explanation for the change in roles: Viserys (or somebody else) wanted Corlys to have his position back, so they reshuffled the council a bit.

Aaaaand Jace officially has a “first day at work” horror history. Vomited, fainted, and cried in quick succession. And for someone who values privacy regarding her body, this was an awfully public way for her to find out about her pregnancy (and have it announced) 🥲.

Chapter 2 commentary here

[merakiui]

⭐ 

Go off Queen ❤️

>:D why, thank you, my liege. Go off, I shall!!!

(ask game)

I think I'll take this opportunity to discuss Death Row Undertow's chapter seven: Kismet Kiss! Specifically the latter half involving Cater. I've put my thoughts under the cut!

I loved writing this scene (the tonal shift from Riddle's anxious meticulousness to Cater's friendly and feigned positivity is very yummy to me)! The karaoke bar that the pop music club frequents actually has a name: Siren's Heartache. Reader and Cater visit it often! That aside, this chapter shows a much more meaner side to Cater. >_< not only that, but it also illustrates his inner thoughts and feelings. For example, this section here:

Cater makes it a mission to familiarize himself with his favorite karaoke bar’s menu, but despite every food and drink combination he’s come across (some photographed and strung up on his social media and others admired from afar) he cannot stomach the sweetness. So for tonight—like most nights—he chooses something that is, as his sisters would often say, “so not cute.” Beer is his go-to, even if his carefully curated Magicam feed is adorned with photos of pastries and sugary drinks galore. Peel back the pretty wallpaper and you'll find the dollhouse is not what it seems. But festering in rot is so not cute, and so for this reason he plasters the bitter with beauty.

Cater likes to curate a certain image for himself, especially when that image is being posted to his Magicam. He does something similar in Cicada City when he takes Riddle out for boba and orders a very sugary drink (which he only photographs and doesn't drink once). In canon, it's noted that Cater is more partial to spicy flavors than sweet flavors and that his aversion to the latter is due to always having to force himself to eat the sweets his sisters would make to avoid disheartening them. Also, his sisters have a tendency to judge things based on how cute they are. I imagine this habit is engrained quite deeply in Cater, hence why in this chapter (and other chapters) you will see him referring to things as "cute" or "not cute."

Though he seems rather cruel and detached from the main issue (Reader's disappearance), there are little things to suggest otherwise. The most glaring one would be his song and its lyrics. When I wrote it, I wanted every line to hold an underlying meaning for plenty of analytical dissection. Lilia's able to read between the lines, which leads to this exchange:

Cater curls his fingers into a tight, self-assuring fist, nails pricking his palms. “Sure did. Penned by yours truly and everything! It’s still not finished, though. I’m always going back to edit, but so far that’s the most coherent draft I have. So whatcha think? It’s totally cute, yeah?” “It’s very telling,” Lilia praises with a cryptic grin. Cater doesn’t like the wisdom discreetly woven into his next words. “You can learn a lot from the speaker in the song. Some truths are best expressed in writing, after all. When we put pen to paper, left alone with but our wrist and brain, we’re usually very honest with the page.” As always, you’re a mystery, Cater thinks with a thin smile. Maybe I shouldn’t have shared it so confidently.

These lyrics are very vulnerable and personal to Cater, but he shares them anyway because he's seeking validation for the song itself (not the story told within), which Kalim gives him without touching upon the message. But Lilia's the one who sees beyond the song's cute façade, which is exactly what Cater didn't want. Of course he separates Cater and the speaker in the song when he refers to them, but both he and Cater know they are one and the same.

Cater mentions in Cicada City that, "I’m thinking it could be an energetic love song with dark undertones. Lots of people like creepy romances, and who said Halloween couldn’t start early?" but in this chapter he says it "sounds kinda pop idol." The contrast in these descriptions are unique to Cater because it suggests that previously he was content to recognize the darker aspects of the song and its story, but now he simply wants it to be "pop idol" instead. This erasure of the dark tones in the song is a parallel to how he feels currently: a stressful situation has arisen and he doesn't want to confront it head-on because it's much smoother when things are cute and sweet (or pop idol).

In other words, Cater's role in this chapter is frustrating because he's meant to be Reader's friend and yet here he is: not being a friend. But the truth is that Cater is so used to her pattern of coming and going that he doesn't see any need to worry, so he becomes a little tense when Kalim and Lilia are voicing his concerns (which he's tamped down) back to him rather than agreeing easily.

He's also quite defensive and protective of Reader, even more so when Lilia and Kalim press him on certain issues related to their relationship, often answering with, "I just know" or "I know her." Cater doesn't want to lose one of the few close friends he's ever had, so the idea that she isn't just taking leave for a few days and that it could be something far more serious is deeply unsettling to Cater. And if that's the case, it will confirm two things for him: (1) Cater doesn't know Reader as well as he thinks he does and (2) this isn't another case of crying wolf; it's something more.

It may seem like he's dismissive when he tries to get Kalim and Lilia to drop the subject entirely so they can focus on band discussions instead (and he is), but the reality is that Reader has been on Cater's mind the entire time. At the end of the chapter, he thinks, This is so not sweet. I completely forgot to take pictures for Magicam. Cater never forgets to take pictures. He actively searches for ways to snap photos at every opportunity; it's one of the things that's almost always at the forefront of his mind. He was so distracted with his own buried worries related to Reader that taking pictures genuinely slipped his mind.

So he is genuinely worried. He just doesn't want to show that side of himself because it's, in his own words, "so not cute."

[bloodied-dagger]

some song recs based off lyrics

@rainbowangel110 has asked, so I shall deliver

did I spend entirely way too much time on this? Yes. Was it worth it? Probably not. Did I have to add the lyrics I related to the most for every single song? No, but rainbow specifically mentioned the lyric posting and it's fun soooooo (anyways it's 4:30 AM over here so. if you see any mistakes, no you didn't. I'll edit this in the morning so it won't have any)

Complete list without the commentary is at the bottom. List is in a Song Title - Artist format

Alternative

“Alternative” is being very loosely used here, there will be other genres mixed in here. Also, there is no particular order for this bit

I Will Wait - Mumford & Sons This is probably the most country song you'll ever get out of me, right next to the Nickleback song I've got in there

'Cause I will wait I will wait for you And I will wait I will wait for you

BREATHING UNDERWATER - Hot Milk This is very alt-rock emo of me, sorry rainbow

I tried breathing underwater to drown out the doubt Cracked under the pressure and nearly bled out You said you'd always save me - so where are you now? Feels like I'm failing, I'm dancing while drowning alone

Bells - The Unlikely Candidates Honestly I don't really care about the lyrics for this one, I just think I should throw something a bit more mellow after that last one and it's a good song so

And where we go, nobody knows Those bells are ringing, ringing loud Oh lord, we're going down - six underground Those bells are ringing, ringing loud

Razzmatazz - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME Once again I throw a song in for the vibes and not the lyrics. Sue me

And now, well Some things just cannot be fixed With sparkled tongues and politics In a fascist little paradox, we all become anonymous

Rule #11 - My Dream, My Addiction - Fish in a Birdcage Okay, last one I'm adding for the vibes- for now

I, I've never seen a storm this fierce I, am feelin' rather small in here As the walls start to compress Shifting, squirming, restlessness

For You - Loveless Alright now here's a song I'm adding for the lyrics. It's also more on the rock song but it's not that heavy I don't think (maybe minus the bridge where it goes all heavy metal baseline for 8 or so bars)

Wasted my time Why would I ever waste another line on you, you? Crossing the line Why would I ever tell another lie for you, you?

Apologies - acloudyskye You must be something else if you thought we were getting out of this list without a skye song in here. This one isn't going to be everyone's cup of tea bc it's electronic but I like it so

I often think about their lives A fault in me I can't deny And in the end I won't even think So, apologies for all these things

Broken Zipper - Group Project You know I had to put a gp song on here somewhere. This one's def a more feel good song, also one I use to call myself out on with when I'm getting pissed about the little things Although it is a love song about crushing on your best friends sister or something? Whatever

You spend one week's worth of pay on your night out Wrote in pen and ran out of white out Lost your shades and it's much too bright out But who the fuck cares when you're breathing fine right now?

Could've Been Me - The Struts This song has made me cry, and that's an achievement when it's as upbeat of a song as it is

I wanna live better days Don't want to look back and say "It could've been me It could've been me"

Playing Dead - VIOLÀ Came because the song is an emo banger, stayed because I related to it a little while later. This one's also very rock, but I have to have a few in here

But if this is the last time I say sorry Then I'll take it back, 'cause I don't mean it You are the cancer in my body I'm done playing dead 'cause I still feel it

Through the Ghost - Shinedown No idea what living "through the ghost" means but it sounds poetic as hell

Speak of the devil, Look who just walked into the room The guilty invaded notion Of someone I once knew

Reason for Living - Morgan Page This song is actually for the beat saber soundtrack, and so is the next one. Naturally, it's on the more electronic/dance side of things but some of the lyrics are Big Mood™ so

'Cause I don't even sleep no more these days No such thing as staying up too late And nobody's at home waiting for me I'm staying up on a feeling - it's the reason for living

Heavy Weight (feat. Beat Saber) - Lindsey Stirling The fact that beat saber can get lindsey-fucking-stirling on a song is kind of crazy to me. Like. What

Heavy weight Feel it in my past mistakes But I think I've carried them For way too long

Inertia - AJR The shortest songname - artistname on this whole list, probably because it's competition is an artist who's name is abbreviated to IDKHBTFM. Anyway, when this came out I fucking Felt It hearing these words for the first time, and they still hit me the same way (maybe even more effectively than before)

An object in motion Don't ask where I'm going 'Cause where I am going is right where I am (Oh man!)

Alma Mater - Group Project This song reminds me of good times. Maybe not better times, but good ones that're long gone now.

I said "Hey, Why we always end up staying out late, Staying out late?"

It's a love song but I'm 100% not focused on that at all /gen

(Sad, yet) Impactful

Little commentary, songs in order of how impactful each of them are in my opinion (top = least, bottom = most) Also a good portion of these are probably heartbreak songs or smth but I'm pretending they're not like an aromantic would

Cellphone - Promoting Sounds & Nate Kest

It's getting late, I sipped too much Look at me strange, I'll be too blunt I'm easy to hate; I'm hard to love But you love me anyway - or is it lust?

I Won't Beg for You - Chri$tian Gate$

'Cause I won't beg for you, my dear These knees have bled, pulled out my hair Didn't know you tried to burn us down Even when we tried to work it out

Call Me - Shinedown

I finally put it all together But nothing really lasts forever I had to make a choice that was not mine I had to say goodbye for the last time

By The Way - Theory of a Deadman I usually listen to the "(Acoustic) [Bonus Track]" version of this song when I'm sad. figured that was worth mentioning so it isn't out of place (a hard rock song in the middle of a slower song list)

By the way You left without saying goodbye to me Now that you're gone, away All I can think about is you and me, you and me

Rayleigh Scattering - acloudyskye

And if it gets better It's taking forever And what's with this weather? It's not getting better

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

So Before you go Was there something I could've said to make it all feel better? If only I had known you had a storm to weather

Landing In London - 3 Doors Down

And when the night comes in around me And I don't think I'll make it through I'll use your light to guide my way 'Cause all I think about is you

Ashes of Eden - Breaking Benjamin

Are you with me after all? Why can't I hear you? Are you with me through it all? Then why can't I feel you?

To Build a Home - Grace Page

And I built a home For me, for you Until it disappeared From me, from you And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...

Better Than Me - Bohnes

'Cause I Know that you Deserve better than me Better than me, yeah

My Body Is a Cage - Peter Gabriel This one's only here because of that full orchestra impact moment honestly

I'm standing on a stage Of fear and self doubt It's a hollow play But they'll clap anyway

No Time To Die - Billie Eilish

I should've known That I'd leave alone Just goes to show That the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe

My Immortal - Effervescent

These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me And just forget the world?

Somewhere Out There - acloudyskye

It's over Oh, and under Under we go So far below

Full list, no commentary:

Alternative

I Will Wait - Mumford & Sons

BREATHING UNDERWATER - Hot Milk

Bells - The Unlikely Candidates

Razzmatazz - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Rule #11 - My Dream, My Addiction - Fish in a Birdcage

For You - Loveless

Apologies - acloudyskye

Broken Zipper - Group Project

Could've been me - The Struts

Playing Dead - VIOLÀ

Through the Ghost - Shinedown

Reason for Living - Morgan Page

Heavy Weight (feat. Beat Saber) - Lindsey Stirling

Inertia - AJR

Alma Mater - Group Project

Impactful

Cellphone - Promoting Sounds & Nate Kest

I Won't Beg For You - Chri$tian Gate$

Call Me - Shinedown

By The Way (Acoustic) [Bonus Track] - Theory of a Deadman

Rayleigh Scattering - acloudyskye

Before you go - Lewis Capaldi

Landing in London - 3 Doors Down

Ashes of Eden - Breaking Benjamin

To Build a Home - Grace Page

Better Than me - Bhones

My Body Is a Cage - Gabe Peters

No Time to Die - Billie Eilish

My Immortal - Effervescent

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Somewhere Out There - acloudyskye