#so now we're watching it from the beginning

[loveesiren]

Mile High Club - R.C.

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Y/n and Rafe get a much needed vacation but they can't even wait until they land to begin. (Please ready Baby Daddy parts one & two first!)

Warnings: Smut, nursing kink, language

Word Count: 1.4k+

You'd never been on a plane before. Taking off made you nervous but Rafe held your hand the entire time and soon enough your face was lit up in awe as you watched the world below you from the window.

Juliette was only four months old. Convincing you and Rafe to go on a trip, let alone take a break, was a challenge.

"Nope. Absolutely not. I'm not leaving my daughter." Rafe argued with his parents, bouncing Juliette on his knee.

"You two never do anything for yourselves. You guys deserve some time alone." Ward said, Rose nodding beside him.

"You guys are exhausted. Just take a few days, go to the Bahama house. We'll take care of Jules." Rose added.

You looked over at Rafe and your baby. Rafe's lips were pressed in a thin line at the thought of being away from his daughter. Jules smiled up at her dad, the sight melted your heart. You couldn't imagine being away from your daughter either but some time alone with Rafe did sound really nice.

"I don't know, babe...maybe we should. Just for a few days?" You suggest, running your fingernails over his bicep.

It took some convincing but Rafe finally agreed to three days in the Bahamas. The two of you were practically thrown out of Tannyhill so John B could drive you to the airport. Going back to give Juliette more and more kisses, making sure she had everything she needed, promising to Facetime multiple times a day.

Ward and Rose laughed. You were first time parents, a feeling they remember all too well but they assured you Juliette would be fine and happy with her grandparents and aunts.

Now you were flying high in first class, sipping champagne and snuggling up to your boyfriend as you watched the clouds go by. You both agreed to try to relax and not worry. Ward and Rose raised three kids and with Sarah, Wheezie, and John B all happy to help, you knew your daughter was in good hands.

You shifted uncomfortably as your breasts started to ache.

"You okay, baby?" Rafe asked, pressing his lips to your temple.

"Yeah, just gotta pump." You tell him, reaching for your bag to grab what you need before unbuckling your seatbelt to head to the bathroom.

Rafe has a shit eating grin on his face.

"What?" You ask.

"Can I help?" He asks, licking his bottom lip.

"Rafe, we're on a plane." You whisper.

"Mhmm," He hums, leaning into you to speak against your lips. "And I need to help my baby momma out." He presses a soft kiss to your lips and grabs your hand, pulling you to the back of the cabin to where the bathroom was located. He quickly opened the door, pushing you inside gently and quickly closing the door behind the two of you before anyone could notice.

He grabs your hips and lifts you onto the bathroom counter. The bathroom was small, Rafe wasn't able to stand up fully but that didn't matter as he was leaning down to press kisses to your jaw.

"Rafe-"

"Don't need this," He muttered, tossing your breast pump to the side. You were nervous, you didn't want to get caught doing this in an airplane bathroom but you couldn't deny the heat growing between your thighs.

He tugged at the hem of your tan top, lifting it off over your head and tossing it to the side before fiddling with the clasp of your bra, placing wet kisses over your skin.

"Fuck, Rafe..."

"Keep saying my name, baby." He demanded, letting your breasts free. "Shit..." He whispered, palming your swollen breasts.

"Rafe, I n-need you to-" You muttered, hooded eyes as you leaned your head back against the mirror.

Rafe didn't hesitate to latch onto your nipple, drinking from you harshly as he massaged your other breast.

You sighed in relief as he sucked. This nursing kink of his had become a common thing. Ever since he helped you out that first time he just couldn't get enough. You found yourself reminding him that you had a child to feed as well. But you had to admit, this was way more enjoyable than pumping.

You wrapped your fingers in his hair, digging your nails into his scalp as his fingers trailed down your body. He lifted your skirt and moved your panties to the side, slowly running a soft finger against your dripping core.

"Please," You whispered against his ear.

Rafe sucked harder as he plunged two fingers into you. You yelped at the sensation and he quickly brought his other hand up to cover your mouth. You arched your back beneath him, grinding against his fingers.

He finished draining you and quickly moved to your other breast, pumping his fingers into you harder and bringing his thumb to rub circles in your clit. You could feel him growing hard against your thigh and you knew as soon as he was done nursing, he'd be fucking you in this tiny airplane bathroom.

Your eyes rolled back as the knot in your stomach built up. Rafe hummed against your nipple as you came on his fingers. "Good girl..." He whispered against your skin and you were grateful for his hand over your mouth because you couldn't control your moans.

"Feel better, my love?" He asked as he finished drinking from you.

You smiled and nodded as you came down from your high. "Thank you," You whisper breathlessly.

"Wanna join the Mile High Club?" Rafe smirks, leaning in to kiss you.

You stared at him through hooded eyes and smiled, nodding your head eagerly.

"Use your words, mama," He says.

"Yes. Please, Rafe..."

Rafe smiles before grabbing your hips and pulling you from the counter, turning you around so you could watch him fuck you from behind.

He ripped your panties down and palmed your ass, spanking you roughly. You yelped once again.

"You gotta be quiet for me, mama," He says. "Don't wanna get caught, do you?" He asks, placing wet kisses down your back.

"I'll try," You whine.

Rafe thrusts into you and you try to stifle your moan, but he was hungry for you. This wasn't like the normal love making you were used to back home. This was new and exciting. It reminded you of when the two of you first got together. All the late nights of Rafe fucking you like his own personal whore. The way you ended up pregnant in the first place. The way you fucked before you fell in love with him.

Rafe pounded into you roughly, biting into your skin to control his own grunting. You hadn't realized you were being loud until he once again clasped a hand over your mouth.

You gripped the sink tightly, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You hadn't been fucked like this in so long. You looked in the mirror, meeting Rafe's feral eyes as he tried not to cum yet. But you knew he was close, and so were you. With the way his skin slapped against yours, the wet sounds of your pussy filling the small room, you couldn't hold on much longer. Then, turbulence hit and it had you bouncing against him harder, sending you over the edge.

You began to vibrate as you clenched around his cock, sending Rafe into his own high. You felt him spill inside you and the feeling was euphoric. The last year and a half you'd spent with this man had you falling more inlove every day.

"Fuck, baby girl...I can never get enough of you." Rafe said, leaning against your shoulder as you both tried to catch your breath. "I'm gonna fuck you in every room of this house, and on the beach, and in the plane home, too."

You bit your lips at his promise. The thought of having Rafe to yourself for three whole days excited you. No crying, no tending to a teething baby at 2am, no siblings barging in on you. Just you and Rafe Cameron. This was a dream.

Rafe helped you clean up and get back into your clothes. You both hurriedly fixed your hair in the mirror before sneaking out of the bathroom and heading back to your seats. You noticed one of the flight attendants staring at you with a knowing look. You avoided her gaze but Rafe proudly slung his arm over your shoulder, smile wide on his face, completely satisfied with his life in this moment.

Tags: @torturedtypewritersdept @bigenergy777 @outerbankspov @purplerose291 @shayofandoms @mirellef2001

[kpop---scenarios]

Walk All Over Me

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Reader

Warning: Smut ( Oral, f. receiving & m. receiving, unprotected sex, cream pie.) Angst, Mean reader [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.]

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: You and Mingyu are friends with benefits, he wants more but you don't. And even though you're using him, he can't help but fall more in love.

This story was based off this song; Stay For a While by Victor Ray.

“You wanna dance with me?” You whisper into Mingyu's ear, your hand slowly caressing his arm as you stand so close to him. He feels like he's going to faint having you be so close to him. He was so fucking in love with you, he thought he might be going crazy from how badly he wanted just kiss you right then and there. But you had been very clear with him from the beginning that you guys were strictly a secret occasional hook up, nothing more and nothing less.

He accepted it at the time because he figured having you in this way was so much better than not having you at all but as time went on, his feelings were becoming harder and harder to contain. Mingyu smiles slightly at you, shaking his head no. He didn't want to put you in a position where the two of you might be found out by the others, even though that was all he wanted.

“I love this song!” You squeal, moving away from Mingyu, instead grabbing Seungcheol's hand, dragging him to the dance floor as Mingyu stays behind watching as you grind yourself against his leader.

This is what he gets, for being so fucking in love with someone who wasn't ready to settle down.

“So, uh, are you and Y/N together? What's going on between the two of you?” The8 asks, standing next to Mingyu who leaned against the bar, watching you still dance with Seungcheol. Mingyu glances down at the floor before smiling over at The8 and taking a sip of his drink. He was the only one Mingyu had told about you and how you and he had taken things to the next level. He was happy for the two of you at first, but now it seemed to him as if Mingyu was more into you than you were him. He knew The8 worried about it but Mingyu was confident… sort of.

“It's… it's complicated.” He laughs. “We sort of are.”

“I dunno man, from where I'm standing, it doesn't look all that complicated to me. It looks like you're just friends…like the rest of us.” The8 shrugs, walking towards the dance floor. Mingyu watched as you caressed Wonwoo's arm, watching as Seungcheol's hands roamed your body, stopping at your hips, pulling you in closer.

“Mingyu.” Wonwoo says, nudging the spaced out man. “We're heading back to Woozi's, you coming?” He asks. Mingyu sets down his forgotten drink, following behind the group, his eyes never leaving you. Not even when you linked arms with Hoshi, or when your hand intertwined with DK's, or when Seungcheol jokingly squeezed your ass.

Fuck.

Sometimes your loud, easy-going and outgoing personality made it really fucking hard for him to watch you be so friendly with his friends. You didn't ask them to stop or not to do those things, you embraced the attention, you loved it and he could see it on your face. Whereas he just wanted to shout how in love with you he was from the rooftop. All night Mingyu watched you with the others. Laughing and drinking. Glancing at him, giving him a sly wink, being flirtatious from afar. The way he just wanted to rip your clothes off in front of everyone and fuck you while they watched was unhealthy, but fuck did he want you so fucking badly. He would do anything for you, be anything for you and you were very much aware of how he felt.

A while later, Mingyu wandered off to the bathroom, trying to contain himself and calm down. It was getting harder for him to see you flirting with others and he didn't know how much more he was going to be able to take. He walks out of the bathroom, his head down until he stops in his tracks, seeing a familiar pair of shoes in front of him. His eyes trail up, seeing you leaning against the wall, drunkenly looking at him.

“I was wondering where you disappeared too.” You smile, moving closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his head down to your level. “I don't think you know how much i fucking want you.” You whisper in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. You move your hand to his chest, slowly running it down, over his abs, gently into caressing his dick.

“Y/N!” You hear from around the corner. “Come take a shot!”

You laugh, quickly pressing a kiss to Mingyu's lips before running off, laughing at the cheers of your return. Mingyu knew something needed to change between the two of you and if he wanted more he was going to have to be the one to bring it up. He heads back to the group, trying to insert himself in conversations and games, doing his best to try to not pay as much attention to you but it didn't last long. He had the worst fucking time trying to peel his eyes away from you, eventually he just gave up and went to bed in one of the spare bedrooms instead. He fell asleep rather quickly, the alcohol having made his head spin a little too much.

Hours later, he's woken up by a light rapid knocking at the door. He rubs his eyes, slipping out of bed, opening the door as his hand runs through his hair.

“Y/N?” He mumbles.

“I need you so bad, baby.” You moan, looking at him with puppy dog eyes. “Don't you need me too?” You whisper.

“Fuck.” He hisses, pulling you inside the room, slamming the door with your body. He pins you against the door, his lips quickly attaching to yours. His kiss is sloppy, so needy as he slides his tongue into your mouth. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer to you. You needed to feel him, all of him. Mingyu wastes no time, pulling away from you. He grabs your wrist, turning you and pushing you down onto the bed. The light from the moon shines into the room, giving the two of you limited lighting but it was just enough. He pushes your dress up, pulling your panties down from your body, throwing them anywhere. He pushes your legs open, diving right into your already wet cunt. You grab the sheets of the bed, moaning loudly as Mingyu licks your pussy, sucking on your clit, making your eyes roll back onto your head.

“Oh… Oh my fucking god.” You cry out, arching your back as you orgasm quickly approaches. “Don't… Fuck… please don't stop.” You whine, grabbing his hair, pulling him in closer. You grind yourself on his face, your orgasm exploding through your body. You scream out as you cum, your juices seeping from your pussy. Mingyu happily laps up everything, before sitting up, licking up all the juices from his face.

“You're so good at that.” You breathe, sitting up, smiling at the sexy man. You push him down onto the bed, pulling his sweats from his body, letting his already hard cock spring free. You lick your lips as you bend down, licking his cock from base all the way up to his tip. You take just his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, making him groan. You slowly take more and more of his cock into your mouth, until you can't take anymore. His tip hits the back of your throat, making you gag. Mingyu moans at the sound, grabbing the back of your head and thrusting up a few times before releasing your head, letting you up for air.

“Fuck baby, i love when you take all of my cock.” He groans. He sits up, pushing you down onto the bed on your hands and knees. He moves your dress up once again, exposing your bare ass. He gives you a few hard slaps before he lines himself up with you, pushing his cock inside of you.

“Oh shit.” You groan. You love the way his cock stretches your pussy. “My god.” You cry, as Mingyu pulls out, and slams back inside of you.

“You feel… so fucking good.” He groans, his fingertips digging into your hips as he speeds up his thrusts, ramming his cock inside of you over and over again.

He reaches under you, pulling down the front of your dress, letting your tits fall out of your dress, gently pinching and groping you nipples as he continues to fuck you. You moan loudly, moving your own hand between your legs. Your fingers touch your sensitive clit, making you groan as you rub it while Mingyu fucks you.

“Right there… Oh fuck… yes, fuck.” You cry out, your second orgasm building quickly.

“You take my cock so fucking well… like the dirty little slut you are.” Mingyu moans, fucking you harder and faster. “You wanna fuck everyone else too, don't you?” He groans.

“No baby.” You whimper. “Just you… ah, fuck…”

“Mhmm, that's right… just me.” He breathes, throwing his head back as he quickened his pace again, desperately chasing his own high.

“Cum for me… cum all over my cock, baby.” Mingyu moans, holding you tighter. You rub your clit a little faster, bringing you over the edge again. You cum hard, clenching your cunt around his cock.

“Good fucking girl.” He spits, grabbing your hair, yanking your head back. “That's right.” keeps his pace, his orgasm right there. He keeps going until he finally cums, spilling himself inside of you. He groans loudly as he slowly pumps in and out, making sure to give you everything he has.

He finally pulls out and you both collapse onto the bed. Your chests are heaving, you can't hear anything else but the two of you breathing, except for faint voices of those still awake in the living room.

Mingyu's stomach is in knots as he thinks about bringing up wanting more from you. He knows now probably isn't the best time but it was now or never in his mind. He turns his head to look at you, watching you lay there with your eyes closed, trying to settle down.

Mingyu quickly stands up, putting his clothes back on before he turns on the light. You squeeze your eyes closed harder, not wanting to be blinded yet.

“Y/N…” He breathes, looking down at you. You finally open your eyes, looking towards him smiling.

“Mingyu.” You giggle.

“I want…Fuck.” He breathes. You can see the nervousness plastered on his face. “I want… No, I need more. From you. From this. I want… Well, I want to be your boyfriend.” He breathes. “I'm so in love with you…” He trails off.

“Oh.” You sigh. Mingyu can see the rejection coming plastered all over your face. “You know I'm not looking for anything more than just this. We were just having fun.” You murmur, sitting up in the bed, standing up to find your underwear.

“I want to take you on a date. Just one date. Let me prove I'm the man you should be with.” He sighs. “Tomorrow night.”

“Mingyu… i -.” You pause. “I can't tomorrow. Um, The8 actually asked me on a date earlier tonight. And I said yes.” You whisper.

You didn't realize the depth of his feelings for you. While you liked Mingyu and you liked when the two of you fucked around, you weren't looking for anything else… With him.

“So you wont go on a date with me because you don't want anything serious but you'll go with The8?”

“Yes.” You whisper.

“Why?” He yells, standing up, facing you. “Why the fuck am I not good enough for you?” He yells.

“Woah, where the fuck is this coming from?” You yell back, stepping away from him. “You knew exactly what the fuck you were getting into when we started this.”

“Yeah I did and now I need more from you!” He yells.

“I… I can't give you more, Mingyu.” You whisper.

“Why not?” He asks. “Why can't I have more? Why can't I be your boyfriend? Why can't you just give me a chance? Please Y/N, just one fucking chance!” He says.

He's about to talk again but you cut him off, you're over this conversation already.

“Because you'd make a shitty fucking boyfriend, Mingyu. Your pretty face and amazing dick game can only get you so fucking far in life. And this begging me is a complete turn off. Your person is out there but it sure as fuck isn't me.” You snap, grabbing your panties and storming out of the room, leaving Mingyu standing there feeling even more in love with you than he was before.

[axstoria]

Clark Kent taking his boyfriend out ice skating at a local winter fair in Smallville, not expecting the billionaire to know how to stand on his own two feet on the ice.

Now, of course, he forgot that said boyfriend is Bruce Wayne, of all people. The Batman.

The Batman who can do literally anything just by watching something once.

So, while Clark is still lacing up his skates, chattering along, Bruce's gaze is focused on couples and families as they glide along the ice, taking in each moment and stride, filing it away in his mind.

He already knows how to skate—having fought Mr. Freeze so often that he actually added retractable blades to his suit—, so he shouldn't be this observant of the other people.

Clark stands up, a boyish grin on his face as he takes Bruce's hand and drags him out onto the ice, carefully steadying his poor human mate to make sure he doesn't fall.

Bruce just waves off his worry and skates away like a damn figure skater, finding an empty space and happily twirling.

Showoff.

Clark catches up with a frown, grumbling something along the lines of, "You didn't tell me you knew how to skate!"

"A man never tells all his tricks," Bruce teases back, looping his arm with Clark's, and they begin to make lazy laps around the rink like everyone else.

An hour and a half later, both are nursing warm hot chocolate to their chests, taking small sips. The beat doesn't bother Clark's tongue, but he drinks only when Bruce does, not wanting to seem glutton.

They toss the cups in the recycling after they are done, opting to wander around the several stalls set up along the streets.

When Clark shows interest in something, Bruce is already handing over cash, not even bothering to check the price tag. Anything for his love.

Clark objects stubbornly, but eventually snatches up the bags, upset that Bruce was carrying things in his presence.

They find a bench to sit on that is further away from the crowd, Clark tucked against Bruce's side, a light purr coming from his throat as the billionaire scratches his hair mindlessly.

"Now since I went to the fair with you..."

"I'm not going to a gala." Clark's voice is low and there is a hint of hesitation to it. "I report, that's all."

"Alright, alright. I guess I can't force you. Though, once we're married, it's going to happen."

Clark mutters some kind of brush-off statement, wrapping a thick arm around his boyfriend, bumping their skulls together as he happily purrs.

"I'm gonna get you rocks."

"Rocks?"

"Mhm. From whatever planet you want. I'll make you diamonds if you want them."

"That's nice, Clark. What for?"

"Our wedding. Humans give each other rocks, right?"

"Mhm."

"Kryptonians do, too."

"That's nice."

"I'm gonna get you a sapphire. Like your eyes."

"Okay, Clark."

"I love you."

Bruce pauses, a little sigh escaping him—he really did have to pick a hyperactive one, didn't he?— before he replies softly, "I love you, too."

[stonedlilac]

Adoring the way you two pretty girls look on your knees for me, I smile softly to myself as two sets of doe eyes peer up at me.

Such good girls for me. If I had all the time in the world, I would paint you both- but my attention is souley focused on the darlings at my feet. The room is dimly lit, a crimsin red shade glowing seductively. It sets the mood of submission, already setting my good girls minds to be more than good for me. Unbeknownst to them, I have plans, I've thought this thoroughly through.

Running my hands through your hair, I trace your jaw lines, observing the different pitches of moans that escape both of your lips. The way goosebumps form across your skin as you shiver, the different tones, such a simple touch but such a delicious reaction.

Hands in front, face each other. Good girls.

I place a pair of cuffs on both your wrists, the subtle clicks locking you both into submission. But I'm not done yet. I smirk sadistically, bringing you two closely together and clipping your cuffs together. Perfect. I giggle, admiring the way your nipples brush against each other, the way your knees subtly bump and your tummies rise and fall.

Stand for me, darlings.

I smirk as you both struggle to stand, your movements counterproductive and sloppy. I chuckle, grabbing both of you by your cuffs and bringing you to your feet. I lead you to a chain hanging from the ceiling and quickly clip both of your cuffs in place before either of you can protest. Your arms now forcefully lifted above your heads, just enough slack for your feet to touch the floor but tight enough to where you can't move your upper body well. You both look so helpless and it triggers a flow of thoughts within me, my cheeks burning with anticipation and excitement.

I slowly circle around you two, adoring the way you two turn and try to follow my movements. Already being such a good duo together, oh this is going to be so much fun. Grabbing both of your chins, I lean up and kiss you both, slipping a blindfold over both of your eyes as I do. Feeling the gasps as your vision is snatched, your hot breaths lingering on my lips.

I make my way to a table with different toys neatly laid out, my adrenaline boiling.

Darlings, what use are you both with those pretty legs closed, hmm? If you can't keep them open, I have other ways of making sure you do.

I place a foot between both of yours and lazily swipe, parting both of your legs for me, enjoying the groans and whines that sharply escape your throats.

That's better, yeah? Good girls keep their legs open. You're both already so wet for me. I haven't even touched you yet. That's so cute.

I swipe a couple fingers between both of your folds, admiring the way they both glisten.

You're both not just wet, you're soaked. Do you like being helpless and tied together, hmm? Does it make you wet feeling your nipples harden as they brush sporadically against each other? So pliable for me, so weak and needy.

I start making small circles on both of your clits, your moans mingling like a melody as your knees start to buckle. Edging you, playing with you. I fall to my knees, tasting you both and feeling you whimper above me. Chains rattling as your body tenses and I tongue your pussies.

I stand, smirking. Placing a vibrator against both of your clits and pulling a harness over both of your hips, firmly holding the vibes in place. The immediate reactions from you both make my breath hitch. Your fists clench against your binds, your legs tensing, lifting you up slightly before you both weaken and your thighs begin to uncontrollably shake. Your moans turning into desperate squeals and whines.

You both look so pretty for me.

I purr admiringly, gently placing a chair in front of you both, as I watch you struggle. You're both dripping down the vibe, your thighs glistening.

Are you already cumming? How pathetic my pretty girls. So overstimulated and needy already and we're just getting started. Oh no, no. Don't whine and struggle, that will only make it harder for you, darlings.

The vibrations fill the room as I turn up both of your settings. Screams mingled with helpless moans engulf the room, making me drip myself as the sadist in me pings.

There, that's better, isn't it? Both struggling and hitching against your binds? This must be so tortureous for you, hmm. I'd imagine you're both thinking of being filled, stuffed like the pliant sluts you are. Needy and needing my strap to fulfill you. Did you just cum, again? Oh darlings, you're cumming in unison now, isn't that so adorable? Cum for me, pretty things. Make a big mess for me, show me how desperate and eager you are to feel me fill you. How else am I supposed to know what my needy girls want?♡

[littlxpxtal]

A World Alone

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST

PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader

WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence

WORD COUNT: 1.4K

All the double-edged people into schemes

They make a mess, then go home and get clean

You're my best friend, and we're dancing in a world alone

World alone, we're all alone

I know we're not everlasting

We're a train wreck waiting to happen

One day the blood won't flow so gladly

One day we'll all get still

December Continued

The aroma of the house smells like a warm cookie. Mom had put out the desserts and I was finally able to excuse myself form the dinner table, down to my room to experience the first moment of silence since 8am this morning. After lighting a candle and changing into my pajamas, I settled into bed, turning on the TV and continuing the episode of The Vampire Diaries I had fallen asleep to last night.

A few moments later my phone started buzzing.

Income FaceTime Call: Rafe Cameron

“Hello?” I ask in a hushed voice as if anyone would know I just answered a phone call from Rafe.

“Alright what the fuck” he starts, his face contorted with anger, a hoodie pulled over his head, airpods in.

“Excuse me?” I ask, sitting up in my bed.

“Just watched the second to last episode of this first fucking season and ‘m pissed.”

I think back to what happens in season 1 in Game of Thrones and begin to laugh.

“Oh yea I should’ve warned you. The ninth episode of every season is like known for being chaotic.” I respond, trying to hold in my giggles at the thought of Rafe being frustrated over the loss of an extremely prevalent character for his first and not last heartbreak of this show.

“Yea a warning would’ve been nice I dont even wanna finish this shit now.” he huffs into the phone.

“What time is it there?” I ask, trying to change the subject and cheer him up.

“It’s like 3:30. What about you?”

“9:30. Im practically ready for bed.” I say with a yawn, laying back down and propping my phone up on my pillow. “How’s your Holiday been?”

“It’s fine. We did the whole forced family bonding earlier. We were out all morning so I’ve just been laying around until it’s time to get ready for dinner.”

“That sounds like fun.” I say, my droopy eyelids fluttered closed for a second.

“What about you sleepy?” he asks. I pop my eyes back open.

“Opened presents bright and early, had breakfast brunch with everyone. We played board games and prepped dinner, had dinner and then sat around and talked.” I went on, recounting my day as Rafe stared at me intently through the phone.

“That actually sounds nice. If it was with people I could stand to be around.” I laugh and rub my eyes.

“Yea, they’re fine. It’s always nice to see them but sometimes I wish I could just go far away.” I murmur.

“Like Bora Bora far?” Rafe says with a grin.

“Yes, Bora Bora far.”

“You should’ve came with us.”

I shake my head and roll my eyes at him.

“‘M serious. You used to come on trips with us all the time.”

I recount the trips I used to take with the Cameron’s when we were kids. For a while there I was practically their fourth kid. We visited Florida numerous times, went up the coast to New York, Boston and Maine. One year we had even convinced our parents to send us all to the same surf camp in California. Lucy and Wheezie were too young to go, but they packed me, Kinsey, Sarah and Rafe on a plane for two weeks.

“You thinking about that one surf camp?” Rafe asks, interrupting my thoughts.

“Yea how’d you know?”

“Cus that was all you and Sarah could talk about for months, how could I forget.” he says with a smile.

“I had my first kiss on the trip.” I gleam into the camera with a full smile.

“Yeah and you wouldn’t shut up about it.” Rafe chuckles.

“Who’re you talking to?” Sarah’s voice comes through the phone, slightly muffled, but it’s so recognizable I wouldn’t miss it.

“Y/N” Rafe says, turning the phone to face Sarah and she leans down and smiles, waving at me.

“Girl why the fuck are you on FaceTime with Rafe.”

“He called me to bitch about Game of Thrones.”

“Oh my god you got him into that shit too?” she asks with a smirk, looking at Rafe and then back at me through the phone screen. “You two are something else.” she says walking away.

“Alright ‘m gonna let you go.” Rafe says, fumbling with something on the couch, probably looking for the remote to watch the season finale.

“Okay, bye Rafe.”

“Bye Y/N Sweet dreams.” he says with a wink. The call ends, and almost immediately my phone starts ringing again.

Incoming FaceTime call: Sarah Cameron

I hesitate for a second, but accept the call. Shes now in a bathroom, away from Rafe.

“So what’s going on between you two.” I’m thrown off by her bluntness as she combs her hair, the phone propped up on the bathroom counter.

“What do you mean?” I ask, unsure of how this conversation was going to go. She starts to part her hair and smiles into the camera.

“You know exactly what I mean.” she was right. I did. I didn’t want to have this conversation over the phone, while she was miles away. I was hoping to have it when they got back form their trip. I sigh and turn over in my bed.

“There’s not much going on. We’ve just been seeing each other a lot more recently.” I say nonchalantly. Not completely lying, but keeping the whole truth in.

“You guys totally fucked.” she says, laughing into the camera, working her hands to complete a dutch braid on the left part of her hair. I gulp and shake my head.

“What?” I ask, dumbfounded.

“You and Rafe were bound to happen.” she says smugly. I furrow my eyebrows.

“What are you talking about?”

“He’s always had a thing for you. It didn’t ever seem like you reciprocated but he’s been after you since I can remember.”

“Sarah what are you talking about?” I ask again, feeling a weird knot in my stomach. Rafe and I’s relationship was purely sexual at this point. We weren’t “together”. What does she mean hes been after me?

“Remember when we used to go to Carowinds, and Rafe always sat by you on the rides, while me and Wheezie sat together?” She says, finishing up the braid and starting up on the other half of her hair.

“I thought that was because Wheezie wanted to sit by you on the big rides.”

“No it’s because Rafe would force us to let him sit with you.” I think back to all the rides we rode the last few times we would take trips to Charlotte and visit the amusement park. Now that the memory resurfaces, I recount all the times Rafe has made his way to the seat right next to me. Every. Single. Time.

“Its not like that.” I finally say.

“I’m sure its not, Rafe’s not one for commitment. But I knew something was up when I saw your name popping up on his phone more than mine.” she says with a straight face.

“Sarah I’m sorry. I really didn’t know how to tell you. I wasn’t even really sure what was happening myself. He’s kind of confusing and I don’t know what he wants. I don’t know what I want. We’re just messing around.” I mumble the last part, embarrassed to see her reaction. She finishes up her last braid and picks the phone up.

“I’m not mad.” she says. “I just want you to be careful. Rafe can do whatever he wants but when it comes to you, “ she pauses for a second. I hold my breath, waiting for her to continue.

“Look you’ve got a lot of people on your side. A lot of people that don’t want to see you get hurt. Just remember that.” I know she’s referencing JJ, John B, Pope and Kiara. I smile faintly at the screen at the thought of my friends having my back, even when I feel like I can no longer return the favor.

“I love you Sarah.” I respond. She smiles sweetly into the phone.

“I love you too. Now help me pick out my dress for dinner.”

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[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

Hi I really love your writing! Not sure if you are taking any prompts, no worries if not!

I was wondering if you could something with Melissa x reader similar to Janine and Gregory where they both work at the school and maybe the reader is dating someone but they have a moment like the club scene or PECSA weekend.

Hope you're having a good day lovely human!

Not dead! Nor have I given up on writing or filling the prompts I still have to fill! But a weird thing did happen - I went to a hypnotist show with friends thinking I wouldn't be affected... Long story short, I remember the first fifteen minutes of the show. Apparently, I was in the show for the rest of it. So that was a thing. But that's not the weird thing. The hypnotist said that a side effect of his hypnosis is often a better ability to focus, a quieter mind and less anxious thoughts. I have to hand it to the man, his words seem to be true. An unexpected side effect of this for me though is that it turns out the noise and chatter in my mind actually helps me write my fics. Now it's all a bit quiet in there and it's been hard to get the words out. But, that doesn't mean I don't still love writing - so we're pushing through.

I do have a confession though - this story has two prompts noted at the top of it in my drafts and although I can't find any evidence that I've posted it under either prompt, if I have already posted this and somehow have missed it, please let me know and I shall take the duplicate down.

Anyway, enough about me. Enough rambling. I hope you enjoy!

*~*

It would be easier if she wasn’t nice to you. 

If she wasn’t nice to you, she could just be the untouchable, hot as hell, fiery goddess you admired from afar. 

But no.  She let you sit with her and Barb at lunch.  She even brought you lunch after a few conversations had strayed into discussing cooking and favourite recipes during said lunch breaks.

How were you meant to get over your ridiculous crush when she actually gave you the time of day?  When she smiled like that?  When her whole face lit up and she gestured so animatedly when she got caught up talking about something?

And as if that wasn’t enough, how were you ever meant to recover after seeing her so soft with her students?  Going out of her way to open up to them and help them. 

It was ridiculous, though.  You knew that.  What good was ever going to come of it? 

Kid.  That’s what she calls you.  It’s a constant reminder of the age gap between you.  Of the chasm that you feel you can’t even begin to cross when she sees you as some eager little kid.

You’ve always had a thing for older women.  From those early, confused days of watching your on-screen idols, to realising you didn’t want to be them.  You didn’t want to be friends with them.  You just wanted them. 

You want one in particular, but as you look across at her, her red hair ablaze in the sunshine, you force those feelings down once more.  If friendship is what she’s offering you’re not about to beat her with that olive branch.  You’ll deem yourself lucky and move on.

Even if she has ruined you for anyone else. 

*~*

“You know,” drawled Barbara.  “It’s beginning to become a habit.”

“What is?” asked Melissa, turning to face her friend with a frown. 

“Staring at her,” said the older woman, eyebrow raised. 

The red head scoffs.  “As if.  I don’t know what you think you’re seeing but that ain’t it.”

*

It was all said in jest to begin with.  Gentle teasing about a few wayward glances.  That was until Barb started to see her best friend be genuinely nice to you. 

To begin with, she tolerated you.  You weren’t one of the eager little puppies she so often saw when it came to younger new hires.  That much was evident from the start.  You were an old soul.  You carried a different energy. 

One that Melissa apparently appreciated just as much as the view.  Barb stood beside her the red head as they watched over the kids leaving school, keeping an eye on the them as they left for the day, making their way to busses, rides or parents.  Or rather, Barb was keeping watch over the children.  A quick glance at Melissa confirmed that her attention was directed at you where you stood a little way off, chatting happily with a young girl about the book she was waving at you as she waited for her mother to collect her. 

“Girl…”

“Don’t,” sighed Melissa, crossing her arms across her chest. 

That took Barb by surprise.  She had expected the red head to deny it.  “You mean?”

“It’s stupid.  She’s some pretty young thing and I’m…older than I care to admit.”

Turning to look at her friend, her expression sad, the older woman reached out and placed a comforting hand on the other woman’s arm.  “And?  What’s it called?  A Spring, Winter romance?”

“May, December,” corrected Melissa automatically.  “But same thing.”

“Exactly” said Barb.  “There’s a name for it and everything.  It’s a thing.”

“It’s not a thing,” huffed the red head, turning on her heel and heading back into the building.  “It’s stupid and I’ll get over it, just like I do everything else in my life.”

*~*

You’re not sure you’re entirely on board for PECSA. 

Out of school, things are different.  Lines are blurred and you’re seeing a whole different side to your colleagues.  You’re not sure if it’s liberating or terrifying.  And that’s before you add in the factor of the other teachers who have also been set free from the constraints of the classroom and are now loose in the wild.

You’re sure your confusion must show on your face, particularly when at the end of one of the breakout sessions you find yourself caught up in conversation with a striking older woman who teaches at another school across town.

You don’t see Melissa at first, who watches the interaction with interest.  She’s not used to seeing you outside of school, and it takes her back to realise that the woman is flirting with you.  Openly and blatantly flirting with you.  She’s touching your arm, leaning into you.  Smiling and laughing. 

In return, you know you’re blushing something terrible, especially when the woman hands you a page from her notebook with her number scrawled across it.  Watching the woman walk away, throwing you a smile over her shoulder to you, you finally see the red head standing in the doorway where she said she’d meet you so you could head for lunch together.

“She not a bit old for you?” she asks as you approach, your blush still heating your cheeks.

You frown.  “If she looks like that and thinks I’m hot enough to give me her number, they’re the numbers I’m interested in,” you reply, heading in the direction of the lunch buffet. 

Barb overhears the comment, unable not to smirk at your flash of sass.  “Jealous?” she asks, leaning into the red head’s space. 

“Of what?” barks Melissa, crossing her arms across her chest as she watches you go.  “Oh leave off!” she snarks at the older woman’s raised eyebrow.

*

How the day has gone from serious talks and breakout sessions to cocktails by the pool you’re still trying to wrap your head around.  Adjusting your cover up, you head around the side of the pool, heading for the bar.  You hope the day starts to feel a little bit more normal with a drink in your hand. 

Gazing out over the water, you catch sight of Melissa.  Or rather, you catch sight of a lot more of Melissa than you’ve ever had the privilege of seeing before.  Not looking where you’re walking as your eyes drink in the magnificent view there’s no saving yourself as you step forward and your foot finds water instead of concrete.

“Is that?” Melissa asks incredulously at the dramatic splash that comes from the other side of the pool.  She’s up out of her lounger before Barb can comment and the older teacher can only watch on in amusement as the red head storms off in your direction. 

You pull yourself out of the pool, allowing yourself to perch on the edge as you try your best to ignore the chuckles of those around you who have noticed your mishap. 

“What the fuck happened?”

You look up and of course Melissa is there.  Right there, lit up in the sun like an angel, red hair haloed around her head.  It takes a moment to realise that her eyes are roving over you, and not just your face.  You glance down where your cover up now clings to your skin, almost see through. 

Looking up you see Melissa blink rapidly a few times before offering you a hand.  You reach for her, smiling as she helps pull you to your feet.  “Thanks,” you smile sheepishly.  “I guess I should go change.”

“It’s a pool, you’re allowed to be a little wet,” the red head smirks back at you.  “Besides, we’re this close to the bar now, be rude not to take advantage.”

*

Melissa appears at the bar next to you with a huff, grumbling under her breath.  Her attention is focused on trying to get the attention of the barman.  Mumbling though she is, she’s speaking just loud enough for you to make out what she was saying. 

“He was an ass,” you tell her, watching as her head whipped around, finally realising you were there. 

“What?” she asks with a frown, already tipsy. 

“Your ex,” you enlighten her.  You may not have heard the comment that led to her current dip in mood, or ever have met the man, but you know enough.

Her frown only deepens.  “You don’t know a thing about him.”

“I know he didn’t appreciate what he had and left you,” you offer, ordering a drink when the barman appears in front of you, before turning back to Melissa to ask what she wants.  You find her looking at you oddly, her expression unreadable.  She quickly snaps out of it and barks and order at the bartender.

*

Barb has had more than a few drinks, it would appear as she flags you down to sit with her as you pass her table. 

“Sit, sit,” she smiles, trying to reach for your arm and push the chair out next to her at the same time in an uncoordinated matter. 

Catching her hands, you still her as you slide into the seat beside her to placate her.  Her gaze is a little unfocused, her words edging towards slurred.  You hadn’t quite realised how drunk she was, but then again, looking around the room, it would have been more of a surprise for her to be sober. 

“Don’t call that woman,” she tells you, leaning into your space.

“What woman?” you frown.

“That woman who gave you her number,” says Barbara like it’s obvious. 

You try not to think about the fact that for Barb to know, Melissa must have mentioned it.  That it’s been on her mind enough to mention it to the older woman.  “Why not?”

“She wouldn’t like it.”

“She gave me her number,” you point out.  “I don’t think she would mind.”

Barb shakes her head.  “Not her.  Her,” she says, nodding across the room to where Melissa is standing. 

You cross your arms across your chest.  “What has Melissa got to do with anything?”

Barb raises a single eyebrow, the action still smooth and effective despite her drunkenness and it makes you blush. 

Averting your gaze, you shake your head.  “It doesn’t matter what I feel,” you sigh.  “She’s not…She thinks I’m some stupid kid.”

What you don’t see, is Melissa standing close enough behind your chair to catch your words.

*

Somewhere after speaking to Barb you decide that trying to be the sober parent of your little Abbott family just isn’t working.  You’ve lost track of most of them, and honestly, you’ve given up trying to find them.  They’re all adults and can fend for themselves.

You still have eyes on Barb and Melissa though, the former dancing up a storm and the latter apparently winning an ill-advised drinking competition. 

Not that you can judge, of course.  You know you’ve drunk more than you should, feeling pleasantly buzzed from your seat in the corner of the bar.  You should call it a night before you do something you’ll regret, like call the woman Barbara told you not to.  Sober, you wouldn’t.  Drunk, you’re flattered enough and wouldn’t say no to the company. 

With a sigh, you push yourself up out of your seat and head towards the elevators.  Pushing the button, you watch the numbers light up as the lift descends.  You squeak in surprise when a strong pair of hands land on your hips, turning you around as a plump pair of lips meet you own.

“I don’t think you’re some stupid kid.”

You blink slowly a few times, taking in the woman before you.  Melissa.  Melissa Schemmenti just kissed you.  You shouldn’t, but you don’t have it in you to deny yourself the pleasure of feeling her lips against yours once more.  You kiss her back with enthusiasm, not protesting when she backs you into the elevator as it opens and moaning as your back hits the wall of the small metallic box, the weight of Melissa pressed against you. 

You’ve always admired her curves.  Pressed against you they’re a dream. 

The clearing of a throat far to close snaps you out of your living dream and you feel Melissa take a step back, biting her lip as she guiltily throws a glance over her shoulder, registering Barb standing in the elevator, her back to you both as if she hasn’t just witnessed exactly what you were both doing. 

Standing close, you grin at the devious smirk being aimed your way by a certain red head.  There’s a dangerous glimmer of mischief in her eyes.  Smudged lipstick and mussed hair from where you hands couldn’t help but run thought it complete the look.  The woman is a work of art. 

You look up as the elevator doors chime open, realising this is your floor.  Stepping forward, you slip past Barb, who merely raises an eyebrow.  You throw a look back at Melissa, who sways forward as though to follow you, before hesitating. 

The doors slide shut, and honestly, it’s probably for the best.

You miss the dark chuckle Barb lets out as the lift begins to ascend once more.

“What you laughing at?” asks Melissa, scowling.  She’s annoyed with herself for hesitating.  She knows what she wants, and she just let it walk out of the elevator.

“You two think you’re subtle?” the older woman drawls.  “She has more of your lipstick on than you do.”

*

If PECSA was party central the night before, it was hangover central the morning after.  You’re sitting outside on the low wall, sunglasses firmly in place, your phone in one hand and a bottle of water in the other as you take in the cool morning air. 

“You regret what happened last night?”

You turn to see Melissa, similarly attired.  “What?”

She comes to stand beside the wall on which you’re sat, her gaze wandering anywhere but you as she speaks.  “I came to your room last night.  You didn’t answer.”

“I didn’t hear you,” you admit, watching as her head whips around.  “Too busy throwing up everything I ever drank.”  You feel the blush dusting your cheeks, but continue.  This feels too important to let a little embarrassment stop you.  You take off your sunglasses so she can see your face as you speak,  “I have many regrets about my choices last night, but what happened in the elevator isn’t one of them.”

A slow smile spreads across her lips as she shifts to take a seat next to you.  She slips her own sunglasses off, finally letting you see her eyes.  “Good to know,” she murmurs.  “Me neither.”

You can’t help but smile at that.  You notice her gaze wandering and realise she staring at the phone still clutched in your hand. 

“You planning on using that number you were so interested in yesterday?”

“Honestly?” you ask, seeing the uncertainty in her face as she nods regardless.  “That woman was hot, and while I was more than a little flattered she gave me her number…she isn’t a patch on you.”

Pale cheeks blush adorably pink at your words.  Melissa isn’t used to hearing things like what from you.

“Don’t look so surprised,” you scoff, nudging her shoulder.  “You’ve seen yourself in a mirror, right?  And you needn’t think I go falling in pools over every pretty woman I see.”

“I really distracted you that badly, huh?” she asks, a little of her confidence returning.

You bump her shoulder with yours once more.  “Shut up.”

A gentle hand moves to cup your cheek, turning you to face her as Melissa presses a gentle kiss to your lips.  “For the record,” she says quietly.  “I don’t think you’re some stupid little kid.  I think you’re beautiful.”

You take in a shuddering breath.  It all feels too good to be true.  “What happens at PECSA stays at PECSA?” you ask sadly.

“I’ve never been one for playing by the rules,” she smirks back at you, pressing another quick kiss to your lips before pushing herself to her feet and offering a hand to you.  “Come on, we gotta go find Barb.  Reunite her with her shoes, sobriety and sanity.”

You take the hand being offered like a lifeline, grinning as Melissa starts walking, swinging your joined hands between you.  It’s only as you pass through the front doors to the building that her words even register.  “Wait?  Her shoes?”

[mymegrokosmos]

coffee dates with seungkwan are your favourite. he's always late but it gives you the chance to take your time, lingering on the menu and finding a nice table where you can watch the people walking by. you like sitting on the patio. partly because it gives your boyfriend the freedom to be as loud as he wants while he vents about his day and fills you in on any new drama happening on set. partly because it's usually a good way to get him to sit closer or to end up bundled into his sweater or jacket.

you can’t complain. well, you could but why would you want to? the view is nice and he always pays. one thing about dating boo seungkwan is that you're absolutely spoiled. you get the princess treatment every day and you couldn’t feel luckier.

"y/n, love?"

you blink at the sound of your name, turning from where you were watching a cute little dachshund in a sweater to find your boyfriend hovering over you. he stands beside your chair, eyebrows slightly furrowed as you push away your thoughts, sweep away the mind cobwebs of whatever daydream you were stuck in for a minute, and smile up at him.

"hi kwannie, have you been there long?"

he shakes his head, sliding into his seat across the small table from you and trying to see what you're looking at. you laugh softly and nod towards the puppy.

"cute, right? look at his little boots."

seungkwan just shakes his head but he's smiling as he picks up the iced americano you ordered for him, using his card of course because he sulks every time you try to pay for coffee on your own delivery or order ahead apps.

"a little silly but I guess it's probably practical."

you nod, sipping your iced latte. "mm, I imagine a lot of things are much harder and more inconvenient when you're that small living in a world made for much bigger beings and you can't even speak to them about it. not in a way that we understand well at least."

your boyfriend just blinks at you. "I've left you alone with Dino and Vernon too often."

you rest your chin on one hand and blink back at him. "and what, exactly, is that supposed to mean?"

"you're spewing scenarios other people would never think of because you're bored. there are so many people you could be watching right now and instead you decided that, while waiting for the love of your life to arrive and grace you with the blessing that is his presence, you wanted to wonder what it would be like to live as a dachshund for day."

you considered this. "okay, fair point. however, I stand by my decision. it was fun."

seungkwan sips his coffee. you smile.

"how was your day handsome?"

and just like that, you fall into easy conversation. the words always flow with seungkwan. the rhythm is soothing, familiar, and when he gets up to drape his sweater over your shoulder after you shiver one too many times (one, that's already too many in his mind why are you even cold to begin with the weather should just immediately conform to your every whim frankly) it feels like home.

you smile, slipping your arms through the sleeves of the thick hoodie and snuggling into the leftover warmth of seungkwan's body. it smells like him, clean, sharp, citrus and a hint of something slightly woodsy. you blush when you glance up to meet his fond gaze, eyes soft as he watches you with a small smile.

"what?"

he shakes his head and takes another sip of his coffee. "nothing, you're just cute."

you scrunch your nose up at him and he laughs. you sip your drink and stretch your legs out, foot just brushing his ankle before you sit back again.

"ready to head home?"

he nods. "we're still on for dinner together, right? and a movie? I already told jeonghan hyung to clear out for the evening."

you nod, smiling as he offers you a hand up. "mm, you know we are. that sounds perfect. please tell me you're making those mimosas you tried out last week?"

his hand moves to rest on your lower back, guiding you back through the restaurant and out into the world again. you lean into him as you cross the street, head resting against his shoulder just slightly as you walk close enough to bump hips every few steps. neither of you moves to fix that. you just smile and let it happen.

"i'm making pizza, mingyu helped me prepare it all ready to pop in the oven when we get back. I just need to preheat it first and use that pizza stone he got us for Christmas."

"ooh what kind of pizza."

"I hope you like margherita."

you nod. "that sounds perfect kwan."

and it is. domestic seungkwan is one of your favourite sides of him. you like when he gets to relax like this. seeing him in comfy clothing, bare faced and with his hair all fluffy from running his hands through it. you sip your drink and watch as he shuffles around the kitchen, humming along to the playlist he put on and you move to light some candles.

it gets dark so early in autumn and while his apartment gets great light, his walls of windows can't compensate for a sun already fully sunken on the horizon. you find yourself smiling as he puts the pizza in the oven and sets the timer, reaching over to pull you into him and spinning you both around the kitchen.

you just watch as he sings to you, swaying with him as you dance to the rest of the song before stilling. his hands rest comfortably on your hips, like they belong there. they do, you think so at least. his expression is soft again, happy, and you can't help leaning up to kiss him.

"what was that for?"

you mirror his words from earlier. "you're just cute."

he sighs. "what am I going to do with you darling?"

you grin. "keep me, I hope."

and just like that you fall into the arms, and charms, of the one and only boo seungkwan. yet again. like you always do. because there's nothing that melts your heart quite like the smile on his face and the sparkle in those eyes. his happiness is truly the most beautiful thing you've ever witnessed, and you want nothing more than to keep being a part of it for as long as he'll let you share in this. in these moments.

in this laughter. in this lifetime of soft, safe, warm, genuine love. the kind no one ever warns you is addicting. the kind that doesn't judge. okay so maybe a little bit. but it's worth all the hard moments, every fight or argument, every little speed bump you have to overcome on the way. it's all worth it when you get to come home to this.

unconditional love, thy name is boo seungkwan and thou art everything.

[salubriwrites-blog]

You Chose Barbatos, Pt 2

To celebrate good news, I'm wrapping up Pt 2! You can find Part 1 here:

CW: Bondage (with vines)

Giggling like maniacs, Barbatos held your hand as he led the way through the perfectly sculpted breezeways. Every few steps you would jerk him backward for a kiss. Little sips of his energy to keep you going to your euphoric end. His lips were smooth and reminded you of sunrise, Barbatos would hold you until you caught your breath. You had a stupid smile on your face, you knew that for certain as the devil held you to his chest, keeping you from sinking to the ground in a puddle of relief and excitement.

“I can’t believe that worked, we did it,” you hissed, clutching his hands and shaking them excitedly. 

“I did nothing, it was all you,” Barbatos chuckled, rewarding you with another soft kiss that pulled you to stand up straight. “Let’s get you somewhere private, you look exhausted.”

Everywhere in Hades was a scenic place for a moment of romance, but as news of your decision began to leak from the castle grounds, the devils allowed their true natures to shine. Inquisitive and jealous eyes began to peer around corners and through the arms of Leviathan’s statues. Trying to get a glance of what Barbatos had, of what they never would. Neither of you acknowledged them, but Barbatos was not above showing you off. Sweeping you off your feet and perching you on the garden walls, he would part your legs and step into a chaste kiss. Then he’d wrap your legs around him and carry you, holding you up as you threw your head back to laugh at his absurdity. The devil was one to boast, and with you as his trophy, he took every opportunity to drink in his siblings’ envy. 

At the mouth of a familiar hedge maze he set you down, planting a softer kiss against your forehead while you sought balance. It loomed in front of you like a beast, ready to swallow the both of you whole. 

“How are you feeling? Well enough to walk?” Barbatos asked, letting you be the one to take the first step. That was what had pulled you to him to begin with, his patience. Everyone in Hades was arrogant and prideful in their own way, needing to make themselves the center of attention so that you never took your eyes off them. Not him though, Barbatos was happy to share the spotlight, and let you be the one to wrap your hand in his and tug him through the mouth of the maze. 

Every day the walls were adorned with different colors and smells as the flowers and vinework changed. Today they were reds and purples so deep it was almost black, the sunlight and the hues of each other lending an iridescent sheen. Your feet knew the way to the center, the maze had become a place of comfort for you during that week in Hades. Once you made it to the middle, Barbatos forbid you from taking another step. Sneaking up from behind, he swept you off your feet and flipped you over his shoulder. Laughing at his triumphant display, you watched as the path you just walked filled and blocked itself off with more foliage. Concealed inside, no one who had followed you two for a chance to gawk would find you now. Or so you both thought as Barbatos swung you again, this time spreading you out on the lawn of long grass that felt more comfortable than any bed you’d found in Hell. Each blade contoured to your skin, keeping your bends and shape in mind as it cradled you. 

“What will be your first pleasure?” The devil asked, whipping his cloak off and letting it fall to the ground. Over his shoulder you saw them, eyes peering just over the garden wall. Raising your hand to block the sun from your vision, you caught sight of the devils. They clung to the top of the hedge, eyes widening with panic when your sights locked on one another. 

Your first pleasure was going to be that you two get right down to business. For Barbatos to shed his clothes and rip yours away. Then use his vines to hold your legs up and bend you in half, that way his hands could be free to touch and pinch you as he thrust easily into you. Instead all of that was scrambled by the envious eyes of a peeping tom, and you uttered, “I don’t want anyone watching.”

Following your gaze, Barbatos turned slowly as he was in the process of unbuckling his belt. The devils on the wall were frozen and panic stricken when you saw them, and that was only amplified by whatever hot stare they received from your devil. “It will be yours,” he said and raised an arm, the veins defined in his wrist and forearm as he strained. All around you both, the walls rose higher, high, and impossibly higher still. On the other side there was a shout as whatever voyeurs were pushed away. Thorns and spikes grew and crosshatched over each other, forming a dome that blocked out everything. Not even the sunlight could penetrate the thick foliage Barbatos summoned, and when he turned back to face you, beaming proudly, you wondered. 

“Barbatos,” you began, sitting up and taking his fingers, giving them a half hearted shake hoping to undo his display. “You didn’t have to block out the sun too.” You knew how badly Barbatos needed light, his love language was that he shared it with you. Something so simple has become intimately integral to your relationship. Hours spent tanning together, smiling drowsily at each other as heat exhaustion claimed your minds. 

Laughing, Barbatos finished unbuckling his belt, allowing his pants to collapse at his ankles as he stepped out of them, along with his boots. Soon he was only wearing the little red undies that he would sunbathe in with you as he got on his knees, almost bursting out of the hem his cock’s head was already glistening with precum. Crawling over the bed of grass and roses that grew around you, the motion of his hips and the protrusion of his erection was almost enough to pull the briefs away. He’d leave that honor to you. In the half light his eyes almost became an eclipse as Barbatos’ face came closer. “Who needs the sunshine when you’re here?”

His kiss spread warmth down your neck and across your shoulders as with just the force of his lips Barbatos laid you down. Knowing what you needed, his fingers were quick to pull your dress up to your hips, hands rubbing your thighs as he worked himself between your legs. Moving on their own, your own hands pulled his underwear, yanking them down enough that his dick and balls hung loose. You were impatient, hungry, and couldn’t even be bothered to undress completely. Instead you reached up and hooked the chain that linked his horns in a finger and pulled him to press against you. “Now.” 

“Yes madam,” Barbatos panted, working a finger up and down your slit, opening you enough for your arousal to drench him. His jaw dropped and expression tightened when his nail teased at your clit, making your whole body jolt as if he’d electrocuted you. “Right away.” Pawing your wetness out of you, he used it to lubricate himself hurriedly, daring to tease you for a few seconds longer than you’d like. Just to watch your brow furrow with frustration when it was only his slender fingers inside you. 

“I said-” you started to complain, but the penetration interrupted you. Throwing your head back against the earth, your moan fell flat within the leafy dome. Cupping the small of your back, Barbatos let your body arch and tighten how you pleased as he thrust eagerly. As wet as he was from coating himself in your release, your hips still protested and pleaded for gentleness as you took him. This devil was particularly large, your body was scrambling to make room. Sensing your discomfort when your moans changed pitch, Barbatos was gentler as he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder and then the other, kissing your ankles as vines coiled their way up your bodies. Abating his tempo, the flowers that adorned your thighs and hips pulled and shifted your posture, helping you find the space required. 

“Is that better? Am I still hurting you?” He asked, running his fingers over the ribbing of the vines across your belly. 

“Yes, better,” you whispered, momentarily distracted as rose buds crawled and blossomed over your body, pulling your hands above your head to tie you loosely. Testing their vitality, they would break if you needed to pull away, but why would you want that? You felt safe here, bound up like a present for Barbatos to slowly undo. “Now, more.” 

As if the word had been the crack of a whip on his back, Barbatos planted his hands on either side of your head. The weight of his hips impacting yours pushed you along the ground, staining your dress in green, red, and purple. Inside you felt his head threatening over and over to burst through your cervix, testing your innermost limits. There was a pain that rode alongside the pleasure as he drove you to madness. You didn’t want it to end, but you couldn’t get the words out between thrusts, his expression cracking and breaking away as he found his own climax before yours. Posturing himself up on his toes, Barbatos threw his arms around your shoulders and pushed all his weight with that final thrust. His cock spasmed and his belly fluttered against yours as he spent himself, and the devil relaxed while pressing kisses into your neck and shoulders. Meanwhile, you stared at the canopy overhead, mouth dry and body wanting. Surely that wasn’t all? He was going to let the vines come undone and flip you on your belly to finish making you cum. He had been your choice after all, he wouldn’t make you regret it so quickly?

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the devil began, a big teasing smile on his face as his dick receded. His face melted into pleasurable surprise when your body did not give him up so easily, not done with him. “Where are my manners?” With a grin, the vines that had held you in place tightened and pulled your legs further backward, bending your body in half and leaving your dripping hole exposed. Thorns worked their way under your clothes, peeling and ripping them to ribbons that got caught in the foliage that decorated you. “I was so caught up in making sure that you got the energy you needed, I seem to have missed something, hm.” 

Still teasing you, his knees scooted to rest against the small of your back as he held your upside down body in his lap. Moving across the ground, the vines tightened and half suspended you, relieving the weight off your shoulders as he blew cold air on your cunt. Again as though electrocuted, your body jolted and strained against the lattice that no longer broke or tore. 

With that cool breath, your arousal began to dry and crust to your thighs, but it was immediately rehydrated as Barbatos clamped his mouth over you. Howling with sensation, your body tried to find purchase around him. The vines held you firm, leaving you struggling to express your satisfaction beyond stuttered squeals and deep gasps. First he flattened his tongue against your clit, pulsing it to deliver sweet ripples that turned into a tsunami through your core. Only able to buck and shove your hips against him, you rubbed against his tongue in a way that made the pleasure overwhelming. It wasn’t enough, the devil could sense you reached a plateau. You thought you caught a glimpse of his smile as he found a new way to push you, sliding his slender fingers inside you. Quickly he found your g-spot, massaging it roughly while his lips sucked and kissed at your swelling clit. Hearing him hum with excitement at how your body engorged itself eagerly at his treatment only made you wetter in his mouth. 

“You taste delightful, I could live off your sweetness,” he whispered to your lips, kissing them while his fingers filled you up. “Relax yourself against me, let me do it all.” He urged, but every time your body tried to do as he asked it trembled violently, sending shivers through the roots and maze that confined you. Any devils outside the thorny facade would be able to see how you shook and seized for Barbatos, and that revelation made you shake even more. 

When his hands and tongue stopped being enough, you were able to utter out a single word, a shallow gasp that you didn’t think he heard. “More.” Maybe he didn’t actually hear you, or wanted you to beg, you licked your lips and tried to heave your body so that you could speak clearer. “More.” It was difficult because even though the vines were suspending you, the angle of your shoulders resting on your neck made your belly cave and lungs feel small. Only when you bucked yourself into him could you get enough air to breathe and that in kind would make his tongue stroke over your sensitive spots, so the only sounds you could get out were more moans of pleasure.

“What’s that?” He asked after you gasped for the third time, sitting up tall to lean over you, his smile peaking over the valley of your mound. His eyes were alight with glee, taking in your flushed face and sweat stained locks. “You still aren’t satisfied? How voracious,” he teased your blush, extending his tongue so that you could watch him work his way inside you. Burrowing impossibly deep, your face burnt even brighter when his tongue lap up traces of your excitement. It coated his tongue and his eyes fluttered with ecstasy as he savored it before returning for more. “Perhaps you need something to enjoy as well?” Unable to speak, you bucked your hips in response hoping that it got the point across well enough. 

Chuckling to himself, Barbatos pulled away from you and stood, walking in circles, admiring your tangled shape. “It almost feels like a sin,” he mused, strumming the vines and lattice work that kept you bound. “To be the only one to enjoy how marvelous you look… but I like it. Being the only one allowed to have you like this, it makes me want to have you all over again.” Speaking truthfully, on his second pass you could see that he was hard again, staggering more than walking as it swung like a pendulum between his legs. “May I?” He asked, stopping to bend over you, his face upside down and looking wildly hopeful. Around you the vines strained and lifted you, just enough that you could breathe fully and speak clearly. 

“Yes, please,” you choked on air, gasping again as he lowered you back down. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, stroking himself to his full length, meanwhile the vines put you spread eagle on the ground. Barbatos’ erection eclipsed your sight, and opened your mouth so wide your jaw strained. You could taste yourself on Barbatos, and eagerly you ran your tongue along his shaft, hoping to taste a fraction of what he had. Silver and sweet on your tongue, every time you swallowed you felt yourself relaxing, able to take more and more of his length. The mixture of your combined release had an alchemical property that made you numb and not mind that the head of his cock grazed the bottom of your throat. On the other end, his lips found your clit again, lapping your impending orgasm up like a hungry animal. The vines that had bound your legs together spread you wide, loosening their hold enough that you could wrap your limbs around his shoulders. Free at last, your feet flexed and crooked as you shuddered into his lips.

When you felt yourself reaching the precipice, you opened your mouth further, stretching your tongue as far as you could until gravity allowed you to fit one of his balls in your mouth. Barbatos had been fervently stroking your spot again when you did that, and the gasp he let out as he realized what you were doing made you coat his fingers. 

“Oh, what a mouth,” he cried, burying his fingers in your cunt again, alternating between thrusting into you with his fingers and his tongue. All while he gently rocked his hips against your jaw. “If you keep being a good girl, I’m going to come again- just kidding.” Barbatos added affectionately when you began to spit his balls out. “I want you to come this time… would you like that? Alright, I’ll make you come now.” With his attention focused on your order, the devil pressed his fingers inward. Finding your spot again he was merciless, his lips and teeth teasing your clit, hand filling your hole, your body trembled from the overload. You had never felt so full before, didn’t know that you could take all of his cock in your mouth, or all his fingers in your cunt. Going slack jawed, you happily let Barbatos’ hips shift and thrust against your mouth, your tongue only able to draw lazy designs on his shaft. All of your energy went into cumming for him, your moans reaching a pitch that could have blown the leaves off the branches of the maze. A slow dribble of cum stemmed from Barbatos as he listened to your orgasm, ear pressed to your naval, feeling your muscles contract and spasm. Hips aching and begging to relax, your whole body sighed with relief as he pulled his fingers from you one by one, not knowing peace until he sat up from on top of you.

“May I keep you like this? Just a little longer?” Barbatos asked, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip, licking the release he collected. He could have fucked you all over again and you wouldn’t mind, your mind was abuzz and the combination of asphyxiation and orgasm left your face feeling fuzzy. When you didn’t answer though, the vines came undone and your body flopped into the grass.

“We can stay like this, I like this too… Did I please you?” The devil asked, surprisingly sounding a little anxious as he slipped to lay in the grass. Twining your legs together and stroking your mound, his eyes searched for a sign of life, satisfaction. 

“You were perfect,” you managed to exhale, finding enough power to touch his cheek and run your thumb down his lip. That was all you could do though, you hadn’t been fucked with like that since you fell for that online scam. If he asked for your next pleasure, it would be a hibernation in his arms.

Pleased with your answer, Barbatos waved a hand overhead then dropped it on your belly. Above the vines wriggled and squirmed, letting sunshine down. No faces were waiting on the other side of the hedge maze as the sky opened for you two, allowing the sun to speckle rays and shapes on your skin. Beneath you the grass and flowers rose up to cradle your bodies, both out of breath and filled with sunlight. Rolling on your side to better face him, Barbatos had thought the same and the next, easiest step was to twist your limbs together into a lover’s knot. You dozed together in the sun, exercising your favorite pastime together: stroking each other’s backs and cooling each other with your breath. 

“Thank you,” the devil whispered, grappling your fingers into his and kissing your knuckles. 

“For what?” You asked, unable to raise your head and smiling when the roses beneath you did it for you. 

“For choosing me.” The vines twisted you two closer together, helping you fall asleep in each other’s arms. “I hope it’s the most difficult decision you’ll have to make in Hell.”

[hearts4skywalker]

hihi!! may i req some anthony larusso fluff??

literally in love with you. absolutely 💗

apple cider 𐙚 anthony larusso

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pairing: anthony larusso

synopsis: warm and cozy winter sleepover with ant based off of apple cider by beabadoobee!!

warnings: season 6 ant!!!, 'girlfriend' is used twice, fluff fluff fluff, established relationship, baby is used a bunch

w/c: 0.6k

cold fronts weren't normally a thing encino hills got. it was always sickeningly hot there. now that it's winter time however, it's been way colder at night.

ANTHONY LARUSSO had finally done it. he convinced his father to let his girlfriend stay the night. the two we're completely ecstatic.

you laid in between anthony's legs, your head resting on his chest while you watched him play a video game. you had no clue what it was or how to play, but you were more than content with watching him play.

anthony's fingers clicked his controller quickly, the sound filling the room. you smiled up at him, admiring how perfect his curls looked this time.

he felt your staring, pausing his game. "what's up, baby? you doin' okay?" he asked you, a smile on his lips while he looked down at his chest.

you continued to stare at his curls. "i like your hair, ant." you smiled up at him. anthony couldn't help but laugh a little at your response. "you can play with it, baby." he sighed happily.

immediately, you raked your fingers through his curls. he unpaused his game, continuing this level. you twirled pieces around your fingers, scratched his scalp so brain itchingly, the whole hair playing experience he loved so much.

he muttered curses under his breath when he got shot at in whatever game he was playing. he looked down at you every time, whispering out a quiet "i'm so sorry, baby."

you looked peaceful, just laying and playing with his hair. it was a sight he loved seeing.

eventually, the blanket you two were cuddled under wasn't enough. you were shivering. being the best boyfriend he is, anthony immediately took notice.

"you cold?" he paused his game, looking down at you. you nodded your head, goosebumps spreading across your arms and legs. he couldn't help but giggle a little, gently moving you off of him so she could pull off the sweatshirt he was wearing.

it was your favorite sweatshirt. you said you liked it one time and so he always wore it.

he handed it to you with a sheepish smile. you slid his sweatshirt on over your head, taking your hair out of it after your arms were in the sleeves. you giggled, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. "thank you, ant." you smiled.

and because kissing and talking made your mouths so dry, the two of you decided to go downstairs at midnight, dying of thirst.

"y'know what i've always wanted to make?" anthony asked, leaning against the counter opposite of you. "what's that?" you smiled, kicking your legs softly while you sat on the counter.

anthony held up a bottle of apple juice and a bottle of apple cider vinegar. you raised an eyebrow, unsure of what he meant. "apple cider." he smiled proudly, already beginning to pour the apple juice into a cup.

you gagged, watching him pour in apple cider vinegar right after. "ant, that's not how you make-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before he'd taken a large drink of it.

he immediately spit the concoction out into the sink. "oh my god that was so bad." he gagged, turning the kitchen sink on and rinsing his mouth out. you giggled at his face.

after a few minutes of his squeamish face, he smiled proudly. "so fruit punch?" he asked, grabbing the glass pitcher from the refrigerator. he got out two glasses for the two of you, pouring them evenly.

"thank you ant." you smiled, taking a drink. you could only imagine how better this had to be compared to anthony's mixture.

anthony took a huge drink. "yeah. that was way better." he laughed.

the two of you didn't end up going to sleep until two in the morning. sam walked into anthony's room the next morning, seeing the two of you cuddled up trying not to freeze.

daniel had nothing to worry about when letting anthony's girlfriend stay.

sloppy rushed ending 💔

[finalghost]

— SEA-GLASS EYES SEARCHED those of ochre , futilely hoping to break down the cryptic meaning concealed in his response . ' it wasn't nothing . it's okay . ' she wanted to pry for more — to needle at a point she had already surrendered with the loss of her sense — but then , like a tab of butter , eliza melted . worry , anxiety , uncertainty weakened to sweet submission by three words . with the softness of a moth's wings , thick , black lashes fluttered in return . eliza was unsure why the words hit with such a hearty force , until the dazed woman realized how foreign they sounded atop his tongue .

he gave her little time to offer much else , already pulling her back in to the loving warmth of his embrace . the soft round of her cheek cupped perfectly in his roughened palm , the drum of their chests beginning to syncopate , she leaned into the welcome touch . greedy ; desperate for more . his affection was addictive , & eliza wished to consume it wholly before it was lost to her once more . she did not dare answer as he continued to appease whatever ire had previously occupied her mind . too worried that whatever viper's tongue she'd possessed would show its fangs once more , shattering the fantasy . which is exactly what is was : a fantasy . eliza was coldly reminded so when thomas finally peeled back , his wandering , watchful gaze leaving hers to survey the open air of their unoccupied surroundings . even his hands , which held hers with such tender care , twitched from suppressed nerves . something she had come to know well .

but eliza refused to give up this moment . to crush it beneath her own fickle , untrained attitude . a slow , kittenish smirk drew across pink , winter-kissed lips . " i thought you liked my ' little frilly things ' . " the words were almost a whine . " don't you know that giving a girl your jacket is like asking her to go steady . careful , now , tomcat . . . i might get the wrong idea . " still , with a little wink , eliza had already spun on her heel , dropping one hand from thomas's , but holding tight to the other , dragging him along .

it was a short walk to his cabin . the small , red structure stood only a few yards from the ashen rubble of its twin . creeping open the door , its hinges squealing like a siren , she peeked around , glittering eyes scanning the small room before pushing in . " it's funny , " she mused , head tilting to peer back at her beau whilst she glided further into the room . " usually when we're alone , you're trying to take my clothes off . not give me more of them . " still , she was more grateful for the offer than she would admit . the mountain's bite had grown worse with each passing day , & her ' little frilly things ' were , indeed , proving to be no match . eliza had been certain she'd end the trip as an icicle .

" cozy . " the sarcasm was blatant . she'd yet to explore inside the little cabin — too scared of getting caught by milo or questioned on her whereabouts by camille . & the newest addition to their rooming added yet another layer of issue . " how've you been enjoying the company ? all ' rainbows ' & ' butterflies ' , i'm sure . "

IN AN INSTANT , A BLIP — so quick he nearly missed it , he noticed the blooming fervor behind eliza's eyes fizzle out . warmth snuffed by a winter chill , roaring magma retreating back before committing to its eruption . anticipating the damage and avoiding it . eliza's words stung , the venomous prick of a bee's stinger ( the same one that would bring her a supposedly lethal end ) targetting his exposed wounds and fragile nerves . he believed he was right , that he was the one who was holding on to whatever semblance of control that existed between the two of them , but eliza , , , she was also right . something that made him noticeably tense upon realizing . not with anger , but with a devastating clarity .

something then burned in his chest , something that ached so badly he felt silver lining his eyes . the taught muscles beneath his jaw pulsed like the wings of a hummingbird , the acid of his stomach pressing up into his throat making him queasy . nausea roiled when her face fell , deflating of its once brimming emotion , porcelain features sullied by a desperate frustration and manic upset sinking back to neutrality . confusion , even .

befuddled , thomas blinked , his own stoney face seeming to droop with uncertainty as thick brows knotted on his forehead . " — liza ?? " he said quietly , questioning , watching the flick of a ballerina's wrist as she took notice of the salt ornamenting round cheeks . inspected it on her fingers .

" i'm mad , " he echoed in ambivilant confirmation , unsure of what was happening . his speech wore hesitation like protective armor , the foundation of his previous argument crumbling to dust on the tip of his tongue . " we , , , we are . we were . liza , what's going on ?? are you — ?? " alright ?? okay ?? none of the words seemed appropriate . right . it was clear neither of those identifiers were the case , as much as he wished they were in order to spare himself .

when eliza's desperate clutch came to find thomas's shirt , his free hand moved in equal urgency — coming to rest atop hers , skin of frost meeting that of flame , pressing against her fingers where they fisted fabric . he didn't pry them off , nor did his mitt come to swat at manicured tips like they were the wings of buzzing insects . instead , he held her there , a fear-strung anguish in his expression , wrapping larger appendages around her far daintier ones and squeezing . as if she'd disintegrate beneath his embrace , like he had lost the right to give it .

" it , " he sucked in a breath , lungs quivering , the urge to lie so strong it felt like a fatal blow to the chest . the urge to aid her in her pursuit of ignorance , to lean into her amnesia , to feed his songbird the very same seeds he had given in exchange for her compliance for months — years — so tempting he could taste it . however , he swallowed , shaking his head ; " it wasn't , , , nothing , but — it's okay . we fight , babygirl , it happens . "

then — like an arrow to the very organ that kept him alive — eliza's trembling voice sung ; ' i love you , tommy . '

thomas knew she did ; eliza had said it some time ago , and continued to as if it were a promise . even when it hadn't been said back . love was a vow , a devotion to another , an unrelenting commitment in which the autonomy of their heart was unabashedly sacrificed . GIVEN . it scared the shit out of him — to love someone and mean it .

he had written it back . texted it . offered it in the ways he knew how . thomas couldn't remember if he had ever said it to her , realizing only now that he hadn't .

for a moment — he was blind to their surroundings ; blind to the way they were unhidden and at risk of exposure . if anyone's eyes were on them , he didn't feel them , nor did he seek them out . tom's lids fluttered as she pressed onto her toes , her dampened , rose-bud nose coming to brush against the frost-bitten tip of his . when she stepped away , apologized , he mourned her warmth ; quick in the way he abused his clasp on her wrist and tugged her back to him . tom's palm came to cradle eliza's face , the pad of his thumb caressing the soddened cherry of her cheek , only noticing now that salt had welled in his own eyes and his adam's apple had turned to stone .

" it's okay , " he said quietly , bringing his lips down to press an assuring kiss against her forehead . " i love you , too. " he muttered against the flush of her skin , securing the return of a sacred vow that until now had gone unspoken with another stamp of his lips against her hairline . " — and so does , cam . we'll , , , we'll figure out how to talk to them . together . as soon as this is over , liza , i promise . "

he released her , stepping back some , but not before large hands scooped up hers , the pads of calloused thumbs running along the bumps of rouged knuckles . only now did tom's gaze wander , a brief scan to make sure they were alone , shoulders sinking in a quiet relief upon realizing they were . " it's freezin' , baby , " honey-pot eyes , glossed and burned , returned to moss that would challenge the greenest pasture . he cleared his throat , an attempt to compose himself . " let me — let me give you a jacket , yeah ?? an actual jacket . one of mine . your lil' frilly things ain't gonna cut it . "

[beesantennas]

finished wfc

[melodiafunfacts]

Welcome to Melodia Fun Facts, where we do, in fact, share fun facts about HarmoKnight! From stuff that's easily overlooked, to things you need to search the game files for, we have it all! And we're accepting submissions for things that even I might have looked over! Expect fun facts every now and then!

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[airenyah]

maybe i'm about to have a change of plans. maybe i won't be making my mother watch last twilight and only friends this semester break, maybe instead i'll go for a star in my mind rewatch and will also sit her down in front of mafia the series

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

literally any romance trope is made better with monsters but unrequited romance specifically... gets me

[val-made-a-mistake]

❝PUSHING THE LIMITS.❞

(not my gif)

summary: eddie might fuck you good, but venom pushes your limits.

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, nasty ass smut, surprised-myself-while-writing-it kind of smut, sorta dubcon towards the end, oral sex f and m receiving, sticky tendrils and tentacles and appendages and such, bondage using v's tendrils, hair pulling, spanking, double penetration, eddie spitting in reader's mouth, eddie slaps reader's cheek a lil bit in the beginning, overstimulation central, names like "good girl", "sweet angel", "sweet girl", "beautiful girl"... don't wanna hype myself up too much, but i think y'all are gonna be eating good while reading this one. monsterfucking. i am definitely not getting into heaven, so make my sacrifice worth it and grab some popcorn!

word count: 2k

a/n: if you've ever wanted me to write a sequel for fics like "take the reins" and "don't pretend", this is for you. i can't believe this is my official return to fic writing LMAO, but we're pretending like i never left! (yes i know i posted my last fic in april.) i hope you enjoy, please give me some feedback for this one!

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“Gooooood fuckin’ girl.”

You struggled to hide your wince as Eddie harshly slapped your cheek again: you were on your knees, your face raised to look at him as he knelt over you, directing your face in whatever way he wanted it to go. Some parts sweet, some parts rough - whether it was pulling your hair until your cunt twinged with need, or spitting in your mouth when it got too dry for him to fuck, or how fucking good his cock felt when it was shoved into your mouth, you took all of it enthusiastically. 

You hadn’t heard Venom’s commentary in a while, but at least Eddie seemed to be enjoying himself.

“That’s great, honey,” Eddie gasped as he slipped the tip of his cock in your mouth again: you sucked on it dutifully, slathering your spit over his already glistening length, but throughout all of it, your eyes were locked on his face.

He was almost out of breath just from watching you. “Jeez, that’s fuckin’ nasty…”

Overachieving, you responded by taking his whole length into your mouth until the tip of his cock slammed into your uvula and you were forced to gag.

You meant to stay there, but Eddie’s hand was buried in your hair very suddenly, tugging you backward: he evidently hadn’t been expecting that.

“Easy, honey,” he told you. “It’s not every day I got a girl jumping all over me, y’know.”

You sat back on the bed and stuck out your tongue for him, grinning widely. “Sorry.”

Inside his head, Venom scoffed.

PUSSY.

“N-no, don’t be sorry for anything,” Eddie managed to say to you as he allowed his cock into your mouth again, determined to keep Venom at bay inside his thoughts. “Feels so fucking good, just like that…”

Sucking him off until he came had to be the plan, you figured, so you kept going, keeping your tongue flat along his length as he fucked your mouth. His cock was so goddamn thick, and your tongue kept brushing along a prominent vein as you went. The best part was his hand, firm in your hair, ensuring he was using you in whatever way he wanted.

Meanwhile, Venom’s voice was a reassuring purr in Eddie’s ear.

SHE LOOKS SO GOOD LIKE THIS, EDDIE.

So it came as a bit of a surprise when Eddie decided he wanted to move: he was off of you in an instant, but he was grabbing your leg, indicating he wanted you to move with him.

His voice was soft, almost sweet, keeping you wet. “Up, honey, c’mon.”

Breathless, your heart pounding now that there wasn’t a hand in your hair anymore, you got off your knees and, following his direction, rolled over on the bed.

“Shit,” Eddie commented appreciatively, just before he spanked you harshly. “Pop that up for me, honey.”

Grinning sheepishly, you buried your face in the pillow and lifted your stinging ass in the air for him.

“Fuck,” he gasped as the palm of his hand brushed over your pussy - yeah, you already knew you were dripping, and the humiliation of it made you flush. “You always get this wet just having a dick in your mouth?”

“It’s just you,” you mumbled weakly, which earned your another spank.

“Just me, huh?” Eddie replied, mockingly, making your face burn. “Not V? You’re telling me this pretty pussy’s dripping just because of me?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he’d spanked you directly on your pussy this time, making you moan weakly.

“Fuck,” you gasped, burying your face in the pillows. You had a feeling that Venom would’ve teased you endlessly if you moaned for him, and you weren’t sure if you could handle it when your pussy was already this wet, but God, you’d never been more tempted.

Inside his head, Venom was sounding impressed, but he hadn’t revealed himself yet.

KEEP GOING, EDDIE. YOU WILL BREAK HER.

Keeping your head in the pillow, you spread your legs wider for him, trying to expose as much of your pussy as you could. Spurred on by Venom’s praise, Eddie grinned.

“Fucking glistening,” he laughed, running a finger delicately along your drenched pussy, sending sensitive nerves haywire. “What a pussy. I mean, Jesus…”

He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your damp inner thigh, and that simple, two-second touch had your mind speeding out of control with obscenities. No doubt about it, spreading your holes like this turned you on: you could feel your slick running down your inner thighs, and if your brain wasn’t jammed, you would’ve been begging for Eddie for Venom to come out, to finally fuck you.

Breathless with anticipation, you grabbed a fistful of pillows instead and waited patiently, keeping still.

Inside his head, Venom was chomping at the bit, too.

WHEN WILL YOU LET ME OUT, EDDIE?

Just give me a few more minutes, Eddie’s thoughts responded, a bit urgently.

He opted to pretend as though nothing had happened, keeping his control over you.

“Spread your legs more, baby. I want to see how turned on I made you.”

Moaning weakly, you did as he said, spreading your legs to reveal your glistening wet mess of a pussy: you had yet to touch yourself, or do anything to stop the spread of heat in your most sensitive spot, but you felt like if he didn’t touch you soon, you were going to go into cardiac arrest.

You closed your eyes and listen to him move closer.

Eddie’s hands were warm around your thighs, and you could feel him kiss both of your inner thighs - dear god, he’s about to kill you - before he kissed your clit, enveloping it with warmth. 

Everywhere. Oh God.

You gasped weakly. “Oh, Eddie…”

Again, Venom’s voice was a reassuring purr in Eddie’s ear.

YOU ARE UNRAVELLING HER, EDDIE. KEEP GOING.

“That feel good?” he whispered, kissing you softly again.

Well, fucking obviously: you were clutching the pillows above you with all your might, doing your best not to squirm in pleasure. “Eddie, please…”

You were so fucked out you couldn’t finish that sentence, but Eddie knew what it meant, and Venom did too.

LET ME OUT, EDDIE. YOU KNOW SHE WANTS IT.

“You need V, honey?” Eddie whispered from between your legs: he sensed from the growing warmth in his abdomen that he wouldn’t have control over his body for much longer, so he was determined to savour it for as long as he could.

You nodded weakly, flushed with pleasure - Eddie’s tongue may have been a natural, non-monstrous length, but it was pressed to your clit nonetheless, and it would’ve made anybody come after long enough. “Give him to me.”

That did it: Venom came out with a flourish, enveloping Eddie’s body entirely in black goo until he wasn’t Eddie anymore, but tendrilled and sticky and terrifying and one hundred percent Venom.

You almost came at the sight of him. “Oh, V…”

Venom’s tongue protruded from his mouth, licking clean his impressive row of fangs. His milky white eyes might’ve caused others to cower, but you stared directly into them, breathless. It was fascinating, really, how quickly Eddie had disappeared.

Venom’s voice was a deep purr, deeper than anything you’d ever heard.

DID YOU MISS ME, SWEET ANGEL?

“I did, V,” you gasped as a glittering black tendril snuck up your leg, “God, I - I want you so bad.”

Venom cocked his head to the side, watching you intently, like a predator watching its prey.

I TELL EDDIE THAT ALL THE TIME.

You gasped as the appendage finally breached your cunt, pulsating and sticky, giving you exactly the feeling of fullness you wanted. “Oh, Venom…”

The pillow you were clinging onto was gone in a second, replaced by two tendrils pinning your arms onto the bed. Before you knew it, two other tentacles were wrapping around your ankles, fully restricting your ability to move, and there you were, trapped on the bed as Venom was leering above you, his cock sliding in and out of you.

His pace was relatively slow, but you soaked up every pulsing inch succeeded inside of you, and every now and again, he’d make the tendril twist, bringing you closer to the edge every time.

I DON’T EVER THINK I’VE SEEN YOU THIS WET, SWEET ANGEL.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet, your thoughts responded incredulously, but all that came out was a choked, “Ngh!”

You were coming, you knew it, and it still hit you like a fucking freight train: the orgasm rushed through you as blood thundered to your brain, euphoria crashing over you at maximum intensity. Everything welling up inside of you just burst, and nothing had ever been so lovely.

You went deaf for a moment as the only thing you could hear was your heart absolutely pounding and the shrill ringing in your ears, but you knew you were gasping for breath, completely overtaken by this orgasm. You’d never tell Eddie, but it was Venom who knew how to pull orgasms from you like this, and only Venom, his glittering black cock absolutely destroying you from the inside out.

Of course, it was then Venom suddenly decided to slam his cock into you at full force, overstimulating you beautifully.

The confidence in his voice never wavered.

I KNOW YOU CAN TAKE IT, BEAUTIFUL GIRL. I HAVE SEEN YOU TAKE IT.

“Oh, Venom,” you were gasping over and over, but you couldn’t fully hear yourself over the ringing in your ears and the sounds of Venom’s glittering black tendril sliding in and out of your drenched, abused pussy, filling you up to the maximum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He did the pulsating, twisting thing inside of you once again, and your eyes nearly rolled back into your head: when he was pinning you down like this, you had nothing to hold onto, it was just you, the cock inside of you, and the threat of this monstrous creature swallowing you whole. “Oh my god, Venom!”

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT EDDIE SEEING THIS, SWEET GIRL?

“Oh, fuck, Venom…” you moaned from underneath him, incoherent now as his cock pistoned in and out of you. You were blathering, but the message was clear: don’t fucking stop!

Venom was smug, now.

HOW DO YOU FEEL KNOWING I CAN TAKE YOU BETTER THAN EDDIE EVER COULD?

“You’re better than Eddie,” you mumbled incoherently as Venom ramped up speed, “Loads better than Eddie, I just - oh fuck - holy shit, V, keep going!”

WILL YOU COME FOR ME, SWEET ANGEL?

Yes, I will, your thoughts responded immediately, but actions spoke louder than words: your second orgasm ripped through you as your legs shook, you were pushed to the point of insanity. This one really took you by surprise compared to the first, but you revelled in it, your vision flashing with white as Venom fucked into you. You could feel your body sinking into the bed despite the restraints, spent, and you almost thought it was over, but–

Venom, of course, didn’t care.

COME FOR ME AGAIN, BEAUTIFUL GIRL.

“V,” you whispered weakly, your entire body damp with sweat from your last orgasm, “I - I don’t think I can, I just came.”

Above you, Venom absolutely snarled, and his tongue slithered down to force your legs even further apart.

WHEN I SAY COME, YOU COME!

A second, bigger tendril sank into your ass this time, and you gasped: you were filled, completely and utterly filled, and God, you’d be lying if it didn’t feel so fucking wonderful.

“I - I’m gonna come,” you blathered, blinking hard as the realization set in: you were about to come faster than you’d ever come in your life. “I - I’m gonna come, V, holy - oh my god-”

The words I’m coming were lost in your throat, but it didn’t matter: in a matter of seconds, you’d came for a third time, and the euphoria this time around was still there, yet with a bitter and harsh edge. Your body was exhausted, but your pussy was drenched, and all Venom knew was to keep fucking going, so–

You were gasping, half-deaf with your vision flashing with white, trying to make peace with the reality that Venom was going to fuck you until you passed out.

[reiderwriter]

Hi, so I have a request, but please don't feel pressured to write it now.

I was wondering if you could please do a scene or scenario where Spencer shouts out in desperation and panic "where's my wife" after a close call with the team on a very dangerous case.

A/N: I put a bit of a twist on your request so I hope you still enjoy it! Thank you for requesting~♡

Warnings: minor injury to canon characters, explosion, temporary loss of hearing, sight, etc.

The force of the blow was so strong that when Spencer Reid finally came to, a few seconds after hitting the ground hard, he couldn't hear a thing. 

Whether it was adrenaline, or an injury, or pure shock, his senses were numb, and the only thought in his head as he started screaming was of you. 

“Wh-where,” he coughed, shaking his head to try and focus. “Where's my wife?” 

His voice was quiet and weak at first, but it didn't matter to him. After all, he couldn't hear the words at all. He just felt his lips form the words and knew the familiar vibrations in his throat meant the sound was escaping into the wind. 

You pushed through crowds with a scream as you tried to get through to your team. Spencer wasn't the only one close to the blast. 

Emily, JJ, Morgan, and Hotch were all in various states of disarray around you as you ran back from the car across the street. You'd run back to check some files, feeling something off, and the heat and loud boom behind you was the confirmation you'd been looking for that you were right. 

After his first few attempts, Reid still couldn't see you, much less hear you or touch you or press his arms around you and not let go. He struggled to his feet and began calling again. 

“Where's my wife? Where is… WHERE'S MY WIFE?” His voice broke, and he  coughed gasped through each word, but he didn't stop. 

He stumbled forward, looking to see you through the haze of dust that had erupted from the blast site. Morgan ran to his side just as he tripped, pulling an arm under his as they stumbled together away from the rubble. 

“Where is she? She was right here, I need-” he coughed, leaning more on Morgan than he was walking for himself as his ankles twisted under him. 

“Hey, hey kid, we're okay. We need to get away from the blast, okay? Away.” 

Spencer kept rambling, though, his ears ringing as he blinked away his confusion and the panic creeped in stronger. 

“My wife, where is she? Morgan, I have to find her, she could be hurt,” he demanded, his voice stronger now as he pushed out of Morgan's grip. 

Ambulances and police cars were beginning to pull up, half of them already having been on route when your team had pulled up. 

Spencer searched through the crowd, sorting through faces until he found the one he desperately needed to see. 

Emily and JJ had been thrown back towards the cars, but both seemed to have missed big shrapnel and other injuries. He watched them clutch each other and stumble behind the cars as they called into their phones, requesting backup. 

Hotch was similarly talking fast to surrounding officers, and though he looked fine, he clutched his knee in his hand. The already dark material of his pants was somehow darker, and shinier in places, and it was only a moment later that Spencer realized a large chunk of shrapnel was jutting out of his leg, just above the knee. 

Rossi had been the furthest from the blast, bar you, and it was him that Spencer saw next, dusting off his clothes as he moved quickly to assess the scene. 

Morgan was still worriedly trailing behind him as he tripped over his feet. 

“Where's my wife? Where's my wife?” 

He finally saw you then, as you dove into the dust and smoke to assist your team. He was just about to fall to his knees when you ran to him, holding him up under his arms as he wrapped himself around you. 

“Found you. I found you, you're okay?” He asked, hands gently cradling your cheeks as he asked, tears in his eyes. 

“I'm fine, Spencer. Are you-” 

He silenced you with his lips, mouth slanting down on yours as he pushed every fear, every emotion, every ounce of adrenaline into your body. He kissed you like you'd never been kissed before, with desperation and longing and relief. 

And when he pulled away, he collapsed into your arms. 

Luckily, Morgan had been only steps away and took some of his weight off you as you stood, gasping for air and reeling from the kiss. 

You were so dazed, you collapsed to the floor, your knees giving in beneath you, and both Spencer and Morgan came down with you. The three of you were weak and traumatized, and emotions were running high, which is why you tried not to be offended by Morgan's line of questioning. 

“How long have you two been married?” He asked, and you were suddenly taken further aback. 

“What?” 

“Reid was looking for his wife. He was shouting ‘where's my wife? I need to find her.’ He was desperate. He was pushing away from me, and then he saw you, and he relaxed.” Despite the blow of the explosion and the now whirl of shrill sirens surrounding them, Morgan laid every word out carefully, like you would blow just as easily given the chance. 

“I'm not… we're not…Morgan, we're not even dating. I don't know what that was but…” 

Your hands carefully stroked Spencer's hair, gently smoothing it out of his eyes as you searched for answers in the man's unconscious form. 

You didn't stop until the paramedics arrived four minutes later, sitting unblinking as they hooked him up to an oxygen tank and carted him off to the nearest hospital. 

XXX 

The second time Spencer Reid awoke, it was dark outside, and the lights were low. But you were at his bedside, sleeping with your head by his legs, and your breathing was steady. So he let his eyes close again, not registering any of the pain the day had inflicted, and let himself sleep beside you. 

XXX

The third time Spencer Reid awoke, you were gone. He wasn't alone, though. Rossi sat upright in a chair beside the window of his hospital room, reading from what looked to be a case file. 

“Spencer, glad to see you returned to the land of the living,” Rossi said, noticing the younger man's movement and walking to his side. He pressed a button, and a doctor raced in, closing the door gently behind him. 

“Where is she? Where is-” 

“Spencer, it's okay. Everyone's okay. The doctor needs to run through some questions with you to check if you're feeling okay. Do your best to answer, okay, genius?” 

Spencer nodded, ignoring the small ache in his head, so similar to the headaches he'd been plagued with in earlier years. 

The doctor ran through standard questions, checked his blood pressure, checked his reactions, and made sure physically he was fine before moving on to more probing issues. 

“Doctor Reid, I'm going to ask you some simple questions about yourself now to assess for any neurological damage.” 

Reid nodded, regretting it instantly, but wanting to get out of the hospital as fast as possible to see you.  

“How old are you, Doctor Reid?” 

“Thirty, I'll be thirty-one this fall.” The doctor nodded and continued. 

“Where did you grow up?” 

“Las Vegas, Nevada. My mom still lives there. She's a patient at Bennington Sanitarium.” 

The doctor nodded and continued. 

“Are you married, Doctor Reid?” 

“Yes, my-” Spencer had to cut himself off as he processed the question fully. Was he married? No. He didn't remember any wedding. He had no romantic arrangement with anyone at this point in time. So why was he saying yes? 

Your face flashed into his head, and he grabbed his chest as his heart ached. It wasn't your face as he usually saw it, but that dazed and shocked expression you'd worn after he'd kissed you. 

He blanched and reclined slightly, suddenly needing all the pillows on the bed for more support as he realized the weight of his mistake. 

“Doctor Reid? Doctor Reid, did you understand the question?”

“What? Oh, no. No, I'm…I'm not married, I guess.” 

Rossi and the doctor shared a look before the doctor took his leave, promising to check in on you again in a few hours. 

The concerned look from Rossi as his bedside was almost too much to take. 

“Stop looking at me like that, Rossi,” he said, grumbling to himself, suddenly upset at the end of his delusions. 

“Like what? I'm not allowed to look at you now?” 

“You're not allowed to pity me. Where's everyone else? They're okay?” 

Rossi took a seat next to him and sighed.

“Hotch is in surgery - non-critical. They just want to be sure the shrapnel that landed in his leg didn't strike anywhere near a nerve or an artery. Morgan survived with a few bruises and scrapes that make him look even more like an action movie hero. He's coordinating with local law enforcement to catch out bomber.” 

Reid nodded along to each revelation, but his patience was growing thin. Rossi was watching him squirm. Reid, waiting for your name to pop up in conversation so he could talk about you, think about you with a valid excuse. 

“Emily and JJ are back at the motels, Penelope met them there to help them out. Emily's left arm is broken, and she has a nasty cut on her face, JJ twisted an ankle and sprained it pretty bad, so she'll be sitting for a while. I, myself, survived with pleasantly few cuts, a boon given my advancing years-” 

“Y/N, what about Y/N?” Reid finally burst, looking pathetically down at Rossi from his hospital bed. 

“Eager, aren't we?” 

“I need to know she's okay, and that... that she doesn't hate me.” 

“You can find those answers out yourself, kid. My shift is almost over.” 

Rossi stood and grabbed his cup of coffee, saluting Reid as he strolled out of the door. 

Reid was confused until the door opened again thirty seconds later, and you rushed in, breathing heavily as you took in his appearance, checking for damage. 

“Y/N,” he said, sitting up again. “Listen, I'm so, so sorry for kissing you yesterday. My mind must've been jumbled after the explosion and- and I thought you were actually my wife, and we were married-” 

You closed the distance between you quickly, grabbing his cheeks like he had grabbed tours only a day before and planting your lips back on top of his again. 

You kissed him the way you'd been kissed once before. With desperation, and longing, and relief. And when you pulled back, there were tears in your eyes that you didn't let fall, as you pressed yourself into Spencer Reid's arms. 

“Don't. Don't scare me like that again. I thought we'd lost you, I thought you'd kissed me and then - and then died!” You ranted, your arms gesturing wildly, every few seconds pausing to rake a hand through your hair. 

“You're not angry?” 

“Yes. Yes, I am angry, Spencer. You got hurt again, I'm seething.” 

“At me. You're not angry at me for kissing you?” He asked, smiling up as you goofily, a little bit worse for wear, but still shining nonetheless. 

“Oh. No. I was confused, but I'm not angry.” 

“Good,” he said, nodding, the two of you falling into an awkward, tense silence. You picked at dust on his shoulder as he stared at you, neither of you bold enough to say another word until the tension was palpable and Spencer Reid burst open. 

“Can I kiss you again?”