#why is that oddly polyamorous

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

gus the only way i can not be there for juliet is if i know that you are

[fairyysoup]

insatiable

matters of taste part two (repost)

pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson

summary: Stuck between Steve and Eddie, you start to learn the things they have in common, and a few of the things they don't.

content warnings: explicit (18+ MINORS DNI) smut, polyamorous relationship, semi-public sex, car sex, cunnilingus, nipple play, spit kink, forced orgasms, workplace sex, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism, daddy kink, size kink, praise, smoking, marijuana, discussions and appreciation of scars, canon-typical violence toward the end, like one verbatim line from the show as a wink wink nudge nudge, not edited (we die like the demobat)

ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI

“I feel kinda bad,” you admit glumly, blinking at Eddie through the fog in the back of his van. “Steve’s not here.”

Eddie shrugs a shoulder, his eyes sparkling at you even though they’ve gone just a little bit watery and bloodshot. You both stink like weed, the cramped quarters filling up with the smoke from the joint you pass between you. The speakers from the radio in the dash are playing the local rock station, maybe a bit too loud, but Eddie’s slightly gravelly voice still goes into your ears and plants itself right between your legs. “Yeah. Why d’you feel bad about it?”

“Well… aren’t we sort of going behind his back?”

Eddie snorts, shaking his head slowly. “Only if we don’t tell him. And trust me, I plan on telling him. Harrington and I are a lot closer than you might think, sugarplum.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” Your head fills with the image of him biting Steve’s ear, tugging his hair- Steve’s hand fisted in Eddie’s shirt while you go down on him. “Are you guys together?”

“Ah… sort of. We haven’t exactly had the ‘what are we’ talk, but we fool around.” Eddie offers you the burning joint in his hand, and winks as you take it. “Doesn’t mean we don’t want to include you, though. Treat you nice, take you out on dates. The both of us.”

“Is that what this is?” You splutter a kind of half-cough, half giggle, the smoke starting to make your reflexes a little fuzzy. “R’we on a date right now?”

“If you wanna be.”

You should have known that his oddly sweet offer to pick you up and drive you to work today wasn’t exactly coming from a place of wholesome intentions. For starters, he did pose the offer while letting you recover from the first time he fucked you, while Steve was busy with a customer out on the bakery floor. His hand had been stroking a little too close to your aching cunt and your head was a little too full of endorphins for you to think it through before you said okay. 

So, when he picked you up about two hours early, you were a little shocked, to say the least. You were still wearing your pajamas- an ugly pair of sweats, and a cami that absolutely did not cover everything it needed to for you to be technically decent. Your hair a complete mess, a half eaten sandwich in hand as you answered the door. 

Eddie’s eyes did a complete once-over of your body, and then laser-focused in on your pebbled nipples raised through the fabric of your cami, before he cracked a smug smile. “Get all dressed up just for me?” 

You’d asked Eddie to wait for you to put on that itchy fucking uniform dress and apron, at least, but he just waved his hand like it was beyond pointless. “Just grab it and get dressed in the car. I won’t peek at you. Scouts honor.”

Well, now the uniform dress is wadded up in a plastic shopping bag beside you, and you’re parked outside of the Radio Shack across the street and down a ways from Mimi’s Bakery. And he’s not looking at you like any fucking boy scout. 

“Okay,” you say quietly, feeling really hot and sort of uncomfortably confined in your tight cami. He’s been staring at your tits. Not trying to hide that he is in the slightest, either. And your eyes have been lingering on his tattoos. “This can be a date.”

“Good to know,” he hums, checking his watch. “But don’t you need to be getting into that little dress pretty soon?”

“You just want to look at my tits,” you grumble as you shove the joint back into his hand. 

“I do. But I won’t, if you don’t want me to.”

You gnaw on your lip. Your eyes fall to his forearm again, the cluster of bats so dark on his skin. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Eddie laughs, genuinely, his chest heaving. “Tit for tat, huh? All right, sweetheart. You asked for it.”

His hands move to the hem of his shirt. He’s not wearing his uniform either, actually- instead he’s in a weather beaten metallica shirt and dark jeans. You don’t know if he just generally waits until the last second to change into his uniform, or if he was planning on not having any clothes on by the end of this anyways. Maybe a bit of both, but you’re hesitant to ask. 

He rips his shirt over his head, wads it into a ball and throws it somewhere in the vicinity of the front seat. You’re not looking at where it lands, though. You’re looking at his scars. 

Eddie’s covered in them. Large red patches on his skin that look… sort of like they could be burn scars, but more like he got dragged under an eighteen wheeler on a paved highway and lived to tell the tale. You stare, because you have genuinely no idea what to do or say. 

“Has anyone told you, you have a really good poker face?”

You huff a laugh and rip your eyes away, although you don’t really want to. The scars don’t take away from the look of him, or from the tattoos- of which there are a lot. They even help to increase the air of danger and mystery about him that you find so alluring, and you’re more entranced by the combination of the two than anything. Your face burns furiously. “Am I that obvious?”

He grunts, but it doesn’t come off as dismissive as he usually makes it. It sounds almost shy. “You’re no actress, sweetheart. But it’s okay. I know it’s bad.”

“It’s… I mean, maybe it’s alarming. Didn’t expect it,” you tell him honestly, and you sort of reach forward to touch his chest, only stopping your hand at the last second. “But it’s not bad, babe.”

Eddie makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, like he doesn’t entirely believe you, but he reaches up and grabs your hand to pull it against his chest. His skin is hot under your touch. “Don’t bullshit me- I don’t think I could handle it if you were.”

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Eddie,” you whisper to him, moving to straddle his lap while your hand presses into his skin. “Why would I lie about that?”

“Well,” he starts, his eyes turning up toward the roof of the van, “you did say you thought my tattoos were ‘fucking dumb.’”

“That’s… okay, yeah. Fair enough.” Your fingers dig into his chest, dragging along the outline of a spider. He’s riddled with them- zombie heads and spiders and a puppet on a string. You’re absorbed in a fantasy of tracing every one of them with your tongue instead of your fingers. Sucking in a sharp breath through your nose, you take them in slowly and try to content yourself with just touching them instead of tasting them. “I didn’t really think they were dumb, though. They’re not. They’re really, really hot. I think about them all the time, I was just too chicken shit to admit it.” 

Eddie’s wide eyes bore into yours. “Hm. So I fuck you once and you change your tune?”

“Yeah. That’s usually the best way to get me to fess up, anyways. I mean, I also didn’t want to admit that I have a big ol’ crush on you, but… here we are.” Your face heats up, and your eyes fall to his hand on yours so that you can avoid his stare. “And these are really fucking hot. Believe me.” You drag your hand down his chest, and his follows. Your touch lingers over a bit of scar tissue on his lower ribs. His breath hitches when you ghost your fingers across it. 

“Between you and me,” he murmurs quietly, his voice just a little bit shaky as you lace your fingers between his, “you’re the only one besides Harrington who’s seen them.”

Your eyes snap up to his. You open your mouth to say something heartfelt, to thank him or tell him how much it means that he would trust you with something he’s obviously a bit shy about- as shy as Eddie Munson can be. But all that comes out is, “Do they hurt?”

“Not anymore.”

“How did… how…” You struggle to ask him what happened to scar him this much. Somehow, it seems so invasive. “You don’t have to tell me if it’s not-”

“I was attacked by a swarm of bats,” Eddie says flatly. “Fuckers almost ate me alive.”

You can’t tell if he’s joking or not. His tone is serious, but his nose crinkles just a bit and his lips curl up just at the edges, and his eyes glint in a way that says, ‘I know something you don’t.’ So you bite your lip and scrape your nails lightly along his skin. “Between you and your bats, and Steve and his KGB agents, I’m starting to think you guys are just having fun tripping me up.”

He grins. “Oh, we are. How else are we supposed to keep you coming back for more?”

“Dunno. You have some really good weed.”

“Oof. Ouch. You’re only here for the drugs, babe?” He clicks his tongue and puffs the joint before handing it to you. “Should’a known. Pretty things like you are always so hard to get.”

You smirk, tucking the joint between your lips. One last puff and it’ll be too small to be useful anymore. “Not so hard. I think you got me pretty good last night.”

Eddie hums, and his hand pets up the curve of your arm. “Yeah, I did. I could still feel you squeezing me while I was trying to get to sleep.” 

“Christ, Eddie,” you breathe. Your fingers slip down low enough to skim over the trail of hair below his navel that disappears beneath his belt. “I’m still feeling you. You fucked me hard.”

“Mm. I know.”

You feel fucking insatiable. Maybe it’s the weed, or maybe it’s the way you can’t be in the same room with him, let alone in his lap, without wanting him to just… take advantage. Arousal tickles under your skin and between your legs like an ever-present demon. 

He plucks the little stub of a joint out of your fingers and tosses it into an ashtray by the console. “I showed you mine.”

You don’t really know what to say. You can’t come up with anything, so you just… lift your arms. Straight up in the air. Staring at him, saying nothing.

Eddie looks up at you with an unreadable expression, and his eyes dip to your lips. Just for a moment, long enough for you to think that he might lean in to finally kiss you, but then as soon as the thought is there, the moment is gone and he tugs the hem of your camisole up over your head. 

All that you can think is that Eddie’s really good with his hands. Of course he is- you’d know better than anyone, after what he did last night, but somehow it still gets the better of you when he slides his palms down your vertical arms after pulling your camisole off of them, and letting his thumbs press along the curve of your cleavage to tease over your nipples. His fingertips dig into the sides of your breasts, squeezing them almost reverently. 

“Jesus.” Eddie swallows audibly over the sound of the car radio, shaking his head slowly. His eyes droop as he pets your skin and leans forward to kiss just over the sensitive peak of your breast. “You shouldn’t have hid these from me, sweetheart. Pretty baby, with her pretty little nipples teasing me all morning.”

You hum, feeling a little lightheaded at him toying with you like this. His tongue juts out to wet his lips, and you feel so exposed, trembling on top of him. His eyes are just so big and black, shining in the broad afternoon light coming in from the window behind you. 

You’re in a fucking car. Where anyone passing by could see you, parked just down the sidewalk from your job, where you have to be in… thirty minutes? Twenty? You don’t even fucking know anymore. You think you can probably deal with Mimi Callaghan’s wrath if Eddie just keeps touching you like this-

Your breath hiccups in your chest when he lets his tongue flick gently over your nipple. You feel a wreck with just the slightest touch of his hot mouth to your skin, and you’re overcome with the need to kiss him again. To just allow yourself to taste him for hours. 

He switches over, going for the other one with pursed lips and enough suction to make your toes curl in your shoes. “Question for you,” he says, much too chipper and unaffected when he pulls away almost immediately. He leaves your nipples wet and cold in the atmosphere of the van, achingly hard for him as he drags the rough pads of his thumbs over them. 

You whine petulantly at him, your nails ripping at the wall of the car behind his head. You know Eddie hears it with how he mockingly pouts his lower lip at you, tilting his head just slightly as he draws circles around the sensitive buds. “What’s the quickest you’ve ever made yourself come?”

The question takes you aback. “What?”

“On your own. No assistance,” Eddie clarifies, as if that makes the inquiry any less odd. “Start to finish. Approximate time.”

“Um. I…” You suck a breath through your teeth when he pinches one of your nipples gently, and you blurt, “Six minutes and twenty-five seconds.”

Eddie blinks, pausing the movement of his fingers. You squirm, pushing your chest into his touch, and he unconsciously resumes. “That is… so weirdly specific. How do you know that?”

“Uh.” You press your lips together tightly and hear your heartbeat in your ears. Your face feels hot for all the wrong reasons, and he’s just squinting at you like he’s trying to read your mind. “It’s uhhh… because that’s how long it takes to get halfway through the guitar solo in Stairway to Heaven?”

His face remains blank for half a second. Then, slowly, a smile stretches across his face until he’s grinning from ear to ear. “You got off to Stairway?”

You make a weak noise in the back of your throat. “You haven’t?”

“I didn’t say that.” Eddie leans forward and presses a soft kiss between your breasts, just over your heart. His hands keep up their careful flexing, his thumbs rolling gently around your nipples until you lurch your hips forward against his for some kind of relief. He smirks. “I do think it’s cute that you knew the timestamp, though. What did you do? Go through it afterwards while looking at the clock? Count the seconds?”

“It was a stopwatch,” you snarl at him. 

Eddie makes a silent ‘O’ with his mouth, winking at you as he does. “Pardon me. A stopwatch.” He sighs dramatically and releases his hold on your breasts. Your skin feels oddly chilly without the soothing warmth of his hands there, but you swallow thickly as you watch him fiddle with the electronic watch on his wrist. Under the din of the car radio, he mutters to you, “Well, I’m no Page, but I like to think I’m a pretty good guitarist. Let’s see if I can’t break his record, hm?”

“What- Eddie!” A gasp leaves your mouth as his hand wiggles under the elastic waistband of your sweats. 

“No panties today? Naughty girl,” He tuts, letting his fingers roam through your curls and trace over the wet seam of your pussy, just barely a graze but it’s enough to set you on fire. 

“You destroyed one pair already,” you point out, biting your lip as his fingers gently drag through your folds, parting them teasingly. You don’t have the heart to tell him you do have a pair in the bag with your uniform. “Didn’t feel like losing another.”

Eddie hums in acknowledgement, but he doesn’t sound too terribly interested in your reasoning. “Six minutes and twenty-five seconds, sweetheart. Better be quick, or you’re going into work feeling really needy.” The tip of his finger dips just between your folds and finds the bead of your clit, and your heart drops into your stomach. He leans forward to whisper into your ear conspiratorially, “And I’m not working today.”

The sound that leaves you is maybe less than dignified. “You’d really do that to Steve?”

“Oh, you know that I would,” Eddie murmurs darkly. His fingers curl forward, and he buries them to the knuckle in your cunt, his palm rocking against your clit with it. “And I know he’d take really good care of you, too. But I might feel a little jealous if he gets to feel you come and I don’t.”

You feel like you’ve dug your own grave, and now you have to lie in it. Eddie’s fingers are deadly quick and more precise than you could have imagined. Stroking in down to the third knuckle and then hollowing back out to trace small circles around your clit. Teasing his two fingertips just into your entrance before pulling out to tug on your clit again.  

“So wet for me already,” Eddie coos sweetly, swirling his fingers and spreading the slick around to coat your puffy outer lips. Like he’s just having fun fucking with you, and you’re eating it up all the same. “Yeah… sweet baby. Must be doing something right if you’re this soaked.”

Your fingers ache with the grip you have on the wall. The van isn’t very decked out- you’d almost chance to say it looks like he was gutting it out for a remodeling and then stopped halfway through at some point. With nowhere to comfortably put your hands, you’re holding onto a metal support beam with one, the nails of your other hand scratching into the ridge of a windowsill just above his head. 

“Eddie, please,” you whisper, your voice breathier already than you want it to be. Your hips rock against his hand, whimpering when he pushes his middle and ring into you again. He curls them forward so slowly that you feel pulled closer toward his bare chest. “Please, I’m- shit, I want you to fuck me. Right now.”

But Eddie’s not listening. Or maybe he is, but he doesn’t make it known to you- he’s too busy humming along to the fucking song playing on the radio. An anguished cry leaves you when his fingers flex unexpectedly, and it takes you a moment to recognize that he’s following the guitar riff of the song. Scissoring his fingers inside your cunt to mimic the chords, and brushing up against your g-spot as he does.

You recognize the song. It’s on one of your best friend’s mixtapes- you listened to it some months ago in the car on the way to the drive-in. It’s not a difficult tune to follow, or particularly fast, but it’s incongruous and switches up at the oddest moments. So, just when you think there’s a rhythm to his fingers, they throw you for a loop. Your face screws up, because you can’t fucking remember the name of the song while he’s acting like you’re the neck of his goddamn guitar.

Then Eddie stops humming, and starts singing. And if you weren’t already overwhelmed with everything that’s happening, the sound of his rough voice quietly following the tune would put you on fucking cloud nine. “I’m a wild child, come and love me, I want you…”

You gasp for air, and your hand plants itself on the back of his head, fingers digging into the roots of his fluffy hair and tugging excitedly. Fucking- “W.A.S.P. Wild Child. That’s it.”

Eddie snickers, tilting head as he looks up at you with an endearing smile. His free hand lifts from your hip to grip your chin. “Were you trying to place it?”

You give him a high-pitched whimper in lieu of an answer, nodding your head furiously with your eyes screwed shut. You hear him laugh, and can only imagine the cheeky grin on his face. 

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.” Eddie squeezes your cheeks, pulling on your jaw slightly. “Open.”

You let your jaw slacken, mouth wide open for him so that he can spit into it. Moaning loudly into his face, you swallow and you realize that you… really liked that. Enough that it might give you a complex if you think about it for too long. 

You can feel how wet his skin is, because of you- because of him. The soft, slick glide of his thumb against your clit, the two deep inside you sliding in and out without resistance. Your hips grind forward onto his thrusting fingers, and you come onto his hand, making that wetness even worse. A string of moans leave your mouth, unrestrained and just barely louder than the music. 

Eddie’s nose bumps yours, and then he finally kisses you. For the first time all fucking morning, after two hours of screwing around in the back of his van, he finally kisses you while you’re riding out an orgasm on his fingers. You could smack him. But instead, you just open your mouth and let him take what you’ve wanted to give him since he knocked on your door. 

“You sound so fucking sexy when you do that,” he murmurs between kisses, and he sucks on your lower lip as he pulls away. “Like a cute little pornstar.”

You sigh quietly as he shifts, letting his fingers stroke one last time through your folds as he retracts his hand and lifts his fingers to his lips. It doesn’t surprise you when he sucks your cum from them, unabashed in his hedonism. “Is that a good thing?”

“The best.” He grins at you, then lifts his watch and presses a little button on the side. “Five minutes and fifty-two seconds. Beat that, Jimmy Page.”

“Oh, I think you’re much better than Jimmy Page,” you coo at him, tiredly wrapping your arms around his neck. You peck the tip of his nose. “But the next time you get me back here with the sole intention of fucking me, you might try kissing me first?”

Eddie blushes. “I wasn’t… ah… I didn’t know if that was, um. On the table or not.”

You frown at him. “Baby, I let you fuck me in the back room of the bakery. I kissed you last night- Why the hell wouldn’t I let you kiss me now?”

“I dunno, I’ve been with a couple girls who just… didn’t want to kiss me? You didn’t make a move, and I didn’t want to assume-”

You cut him off with a long, wet kiss that makes him grunt in surprise. You don’t know who the hell wouldn’t want to kiss Eddie, but you’ve always been a romantic at heart. You stare into his eyes, holding his face and stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “You kiss me any time, any where you want, Eddie Munson. In front of whoever you want. You have carte blanche.”

“Sounds… sounds good.” Eddie’s round, dark eyes blink up at you, adoration brimming in them. “I’ll kiss you all the time, then. You’ll get sick of me.”

“I’m already sick of you,” you grumble, rubbing his shoulder. “Imagine what would happen if I got really fucking annoyed with you.”

“I can’t wait.” He presses a featherlight kiss to the corner of your mouth, and then smacks your ass so hard it makes you yelp. “C’mon, you gotta get to work.”

“Yeah, about that.” You crawl off of his lap to grab your bag of clothes. “You mean to tell me you went out of your way to drive me to work, pick me up two hours early, and you’re not even scheduled today?”

“What can I say?” Eddie shrugs. “I couldn’t go twenty-four hours without seeing you. You’ve bewitched me- OW!”

You giggle as he rubs the spot on his leg that you kicked as you were tugging your sweats off. “Oops.”

Eddie grabs your ankle and yanks you toward him so that you slip down onto your back, still giggling as he clambers on top of you and starts planting kisses across your bare chest. “Oops.”

Mimi Callaghan is a friendly woman in her mid-sixties, with bright red hair that she likes to pile on top of her head like frosting on a cupcake. It makes extreme sense that she’d surround herself with baked goods as a career move. 

She’s also sharp as a tack, which is why you turn on your heels and crush up against Eddie trying to walk back out of the door when you see that she’s in the building. 

“We gotta go, Mimi’s here,” you whisper, frantically struggling to push him back. You jam your chest up against his and wiggle your arms, grasping at the cool outside air like you can grab onto the afternoon sunlight and pull yourself out of the bakery lobby. 

Eddie’s weight solidly presses you forward. “It’s fine, sweetheart-”

“She’s gonna know we were smoking,” you retort, still pushing yourself weakly against him. You’re making a scene; you can feel your coworkers’ eyes burning into the back of your skull. 

“It’s fine, you’re fine. Je-sus, would you stop.” Eddie plants his hands on your sides and physically drags you into the bakery as you hit at his back. “Hi, Mimi!” 

“Mister Munson! What are you doing here?” Mimi’s jovial voice can be heard loud and clear all the way from the kitchen. She smacks her hands on her apron, covering the green fabric in powdered sugar. “Not that I don’t like seeing your lovely face.” 

Eddie beams at your boss, and it’s like the sunlight from outside begins and ends on his face. “Just dropping this one off.” He turns you around by the shoulders, walking you around the counter and into the kitchen. Eddie kisses the crown of your head and shoves you forward so that you stop across a decorating counter from Steve. 

Steve looks up at you from under his long lashes, a knowing smirk on his pink lips. Caramel colored hair falls over his forehead, and the contrast of the bright pink uniform shirt to his tan skin is more than tempting. 

You nearly vibrate with nerves as Steve does a slow and deliberate once-over of your entire body. “Have a good morning?”

You clear your throat, but something still grates at your voice when you say, “Something like that.”

Steve simply nods, clearly trying to swallow down his smile, and then holds up a flat disc of bread. “What is this?”

“That’s our spinach and feta focaccia,” you say, watching as he roughly shakes open a bag and drops the bread into it. The bread tears through the bottom of the bag and plops loudly onto the ground. You and Steve both stare at the fallen focaccia in silent grief. 

“Wellp. Ashes to ashes,” Eddie quips, brushing a hand through your hair. His mouth touches your ear like he means to kiss you again, but he whispers, “How do you feel?”

“Like I’m gonna kick you again.” Your eyes follow the line of Steve’s body as he bends to pick up the focaccia and toss it into a nearby bin. Saliva pools on your tongue, and you try to swallow the rogue feeling of desire as quickly as it manifests. 

Insatiable. 

Eddie follows your gaze. “Looking good today, Harrington,” he says suggestively, squeezing the back of your neck as he does. “Got some new chapstick or something?”

Steve scoffs good-naturedly, picking up another focaccia and gingerly tucking it into its bag this time. He shoots Eddie a side eye. “Yeah, actually. Wanna try it?”

“You know what, I sure do-”

Steve’s hand whips into the pocket of his apron, and a tube of cherry flavored chapstick hits Eddie right between the eyes. Eddie fumbles to catch it and glares at Steve. “I was fuckin’ kidding.”

“I wasn’t.” Steve goes back to packaging bread, while Eddie grumbles under his breath and pops open the tube to apply some.

You watch him run the chapstick over his plush lips, and he catches you staring out of the corner of his eye. “Want some?”

“Yeah, sure.” You hold out your hand for him to give you the tube. 

Eddie grabs you by the chin and tilts your head up to crash his lips against yours. Saccharine cherry flavored balm bleeds into your mouth, and you falter, your hand coming up to grip the neckline of his Metallica shirt. Your face heats up, both surprised and sort of pleased that he took what you told him in the car to heart. When he pulls back, his mouth is smudged with a translucent pink shine. 

“Hm. So you guys had a really good morning,” Steve observes as you reach up to wipe the mess from around Eddie’s mouth with your thumbs. 

“Only the best for our girl,” Eddie purrs, winking at Steve once you finally let him go and very pointedly tucking Steve’s chapstick into his back pocket. “Take good care of her today?”

Steve grins, first at Eddie, and then at you. “Oh, I will.”

Eddie pats your back and turns to leave, waving at Mimi as he does. He makes it halfway out of the kitchen before her cheery voice stops him. “Before you go, Eddie, there’s free food in the back room.”

You see the baker, Andy, poke his head out of the back room, his mouth full of food. “We got hot dogs!”

“Really?” Eddie turns on his heels and makes his way toward the back room. You jump to follow closely behind, your stomach feeling suddenly hollow. You hear Steve drop what he’s doing, trailing on your heels. 

The setup in the back room isn’t what you thought it would be; some lukewarm franks under a little heat lamp, one bag of buns, miniscule toppings of pickled relish, ketchup, and mustard. Despite the miserable presentation, you’re surprised to find that almost every employee you know at the bakery is crammed in the small back room. Joey and Miranda from the morning team, obviously already clocked out, the cake decorators Clara and Bridgit, and Andy off in the corner. You and Eddie both muscle your way past Joey and go for the food with more fervor than necessary. Steve hangs back, leaning against the towers of backstock icing.

Mimi appears at the doorway with an unsettlingly bright smile on her face. “Good. Now that you’re all here, I want to have a little team meeting-”

Eddie grunts in surprise, his mouth half stuffed with food. His hot dog is already falling apart around his fingers, heaps of relish plopping messily onto a styrofoam plate. He fixes Mimi with a wide-eyed stare, and then looks at Steve with an equally helpless expression. Steve shrugs at him as if to say, ‘What do you want me to do?’

“I thought it would be nice to have a little free lunch for everybody,” Mimi says kindly. “Since we’ve also recently gotten a few new members on the team, I’m sure you’d all like to get to know each other.” She gestures at Steve and Eddie, and then looks pointedly at you beside them. “It’s… lovely to see that our closing team is already getting along so well.”

Eddie coughs, nearly choking on his food and turning away from the room with a bright crimson blush on his cheeks. 

“Eddie and I are both really happy to be here. We’re lucky to have such an… understanding trainer. We know we can be a lot to handle,” Steve says with the phoniest smile you’ve ever seen on his face. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eddie sort of side-stepping, cramming himself between Steve and the frosting buckets to get to the door. “Hey Eddie, where ya goin’?”

Eddie freezes. “I have… uh… a thing across town.”

“A thing?” Steve says incredulously.

“Really important thing,” Eddie supplements. “Have to pick up my… cat from the… vet?”

“Stay just a moment, Eddie,” Mimi says, still blocking the door to prevent him from leaving. “It’s important that I touch on a few things before you go.”

Eddie shuffles back over beside you, elbowing Steve in the side on the way. Steve whacks him on the back of the head. 

“We have a health inspection coming up, so I want everyone doing their level best to clean as much as possible,” Mimi begins. Still engrossed in your food, you take a look around the group and can tell that everyone is only really half-listening. “If the morning team can focus on cleaning their stations- Andy, the baker’s table needs to be scoured- and the evening team can focus on machinery and displays, that would be ideal. That means you as well, Steve.”

Steve holds up his hands with a confused expression. “I clean!”

“Knocking all the crumbs off of the front counter and onto the floor doesn’t count,” Mimi says flatly. “I want to see your hands looking as chapped as mine by the end of the week.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve nods, dropping his eyes to the floor. 

“And if you closers can do something about the pastry display,” Mimi adds, looking out of the door toward the offending display case at the front of the shop. “There’s a sort of… black grease that’s built up on the back of it. Not sure how, but I need one of you to get in there and scrub that down as soon as possible.”

“Of course, Mimi,” you say around a mouthful of hot dog bun. “We’ll get on that tonight.”

“Excellent.” Mimi sighs, “Well, that’s really all. Everyone, enjoy the rest of your days. Eddie, you’re free to… pick up your cat.”

“Thank go- you, Mimi.” Eddie bats his eyelashes as he approaches the door, chucking his styrofoam plate into a bin. “You’re an absolute goddess.”

“Don’t push your luck,” Mimi chides, but steps away from the door to let him pass. As always, sharp as a tack, she adds passively, “You sure you don’t want to kiss your girl again?”

“Hm?” Eddie pauses at the door, turning to glance at you over his shoulder, like he forgot that he planted one on you right where your boss had a front row seat to see it happen. He considers it for a moment, and then cracks a smirk that makes your heart rate kick up a notch, knowing what’s about to come. “Nah. Harrington’s got her. Don’t ya, big boy?”

He’s… listen.

Listen. 

Steve is so fucking distracting, okay? It’s not like you’re trying to fuck up all your packaging, or… or put the wrong frosting on the macarons. It’s not your fault that Eddie stole your extra pair of panties before you could put them on this afternoon, so you have to feel how sticky the skin is between your thighs, and it’s fucking obnoxious. It’s not your fault that every time Steve gets close enough, he’s brushing his hand across your arm or grabbing your hips to scoot past you. Getting into your personal space, making it a goddamn nightmare to concentrate on anything.

Crouched down beside you, his shoulder nudges your leg as he digs around for a plastic top for a cake box. You know that it’s in the next cabinet over, but you don’t have the heart to tell him. You press your thighs together, trying hard to still your shaking hands as you carefully ice a macaron with the correct frosting this time. 

Steve sighs and pulls back. His hand brushes your knee as he does, and it nearly buckles out from under you. You whimper slightly in the back of your throat, clutching onto the counter for support. 

Jesus Christ. Get a fucking grip.  

“You okay?” Steve asks lightly, peering up at you from his place by your hips. He’s kind of oblivious, but also kind of not. You don’t think he’s aware of how badly his closeness is affecting you, but he is doing it in the hopes of drawing a response from you. Good plan, poor ability to assess the actual damage.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” It sounds unconvincing, high and tight in your throat, but you pick up the bright pink frosting bag again and get back to work. “The lids are in the other cabinet.”

“Oh.” 

He’s such an idiot. You want to jump his bones.

You can’t stop thinking about Steve’s dick in your mouth, and how unfortunate it is that it isn’t there right now. It’s 7:30, getting dark out, and there’s just you, and him, and your fucking monstrous libido alone in the bakery. You should have known it would be like this- it seemed like Eddie was almost certain that it would be, even though he’d given you plenty of attention already.

“So,” Steve starts, his voice lilting as he leans over to grab the lids from the correct cabinet. “You and Eddie?”

He doesn’t have to go into detail for you to know what he’s asking about. The shaking in your hand subsides, for now. “Yeah. You and Eddie?” 

“Mhm, yeah, for a while now.” A pause. A breath of air, suspended over a precipice. “You and me?” 

“Absolutely.”

“Okay.” You look down at him, and he’s smiling to himself. “Okay. Good. So, we’re all on the same page?”

“Eddie laid it out for me pretty well this morning, yeah. You already talked about it?” You grin when he nods, blinking up at you through his lashes. You reach down and stroke his cheek with the knuckle of your finger. “Guess we’re both pretty crazy about you.”

Steve blushes. It’s pretty on him, you think. The pink tinge on his cheeks, his cute little eye roll as he shifts on his heels. “Eddie’s, uh… yeah, when he likes you, he goes all in. He can be pretty handsy, huh?”

“Yeah, it sort of surprised me.” You find yourself smiling too, as you look down at your work. “I like it, though. I like handsy guys.”

Steve is quiet for so long that you wonder if you’ve scared him; but then you feel the warmth of his hand wrap around your ankle. His palm slowly starts to slide up your leg, until his arm nudges your skirt out of the way. 

Your hand slips, painting your thumbnail in violent bright magenta frosting. “Steve…”

“Relax,” Steve murmurs, and his voice grounds you in your place so that you don’t have a way to run from it. His hand turns, fingers brushing up the soft skin of your inner thigh, and you fight not to spread your legs automatically. “I just want to check something.”

“Check what?” you ask, as if it isn’t painfully obvious when his hand stops, fingertips finding the sticky, wet mess at the tops of your thighs. Steve’s breath audibly hitches, and you freeze, your eyes snapping forward to the front of the bakery. 

You should really lock the door.

Steve presses his hand further upwards, and you don’t think he’s expecting to find you without any underwear- his finger dips quite suddenly between your wet folds and you both startle, you fumbling your frosting bag with a quiet gasp and him dropping his forehead to rest against your hip. 

You grind down onto his fingers without thinking, making his fingertip slip just slightly into your hot entrance. Steve groans and digs a white knuckled grip with his free hand into the edge of the counter beside you. 

“We’re gonna take a break,” Steve blurts loudly, without warning, his voice sounding hoarse and strained. 

“Uh-huh, yeah,” you agree shakily, dropping everything in your hands immediately. “We’re closing early tonight.”

“We are?”

You mean to stroke Steve’s hair when he pulls his hand away from you, but in your rush you sort of just bonk him on the head with the flat of your palm and then fucking bolt. You sprint to the front door, turn the latch on the handle and flip the cardboard sign to ‘closed.’

As you turn to make your way back to the kitchen, you glimpse the pastry case and it’s enough to almost make you pause. That’s… okay, that looks like shit. Black grease shining all over the wall behind the shelves, like someone unloaded the oil cache from the donut fryer down the back of it. Your eyes drift back to the kitchen, and find Steve leisurely untying his apron as he walks toward the back room. 

Yeah, no. Dick first. Pastry case later.

Your hands hover over the tie of your apron as you blaze through the kitchen after him. To undress, or not to undress? You’re not totally sure what the vibe is yet, but you can always-

Broad hands grab you as soon as you step through the door into the back room. You yelp as you’re pulled suddenly into a warm embrace, Steve’s arms wrapping around you and his body pressing you up against the book keeper’s desk. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?” Steve whispers, his breath touching your neck before his lips do. He grabs your thighs and hoists you up onto the desk, crowding between your knees before you can think to close them. 

His hands are everywhere. Untying your apron, answering your question for you. In your hair, tugging your head back so he can mouth at your neck without obstructions. Undoing the front of your dress so that he can grope at your bare chest. 

Handsy guys. You fucking love handsy guys. And now you have two of them. 

“Mind if I ask,” Steve mutters softly, palms sliding under your skirt, “no underwear…?”

“Eddie stole them.”

“Of fucking course.” He huffs a laugh in your ear; you can hear his eye roll with it. “Can’t say I blame him, though. I kept the ones from last night.”

You whimper high in your throat as he latches onto your lower lip, sucking it between his teeth. There’s a moment when you consider how different he is compared to Eddie; Eddie’s a little rough around the edges in just about every way, and that includes how he handles you. Not that you don’t like it, but Steve is just… gentle. Almost soft, in a way. 

Your breath hitches as his fingers coax your skirt up your legs and your wet cunt hits the cool air. Hips squirming toward him impatiently, trying to meet him in the middle, and Steve’s too busy tasting you to care. “Little needy, are we?”

“Cut the crap, Harrington, I want to fuck you so bad-” You gasp when he bites down on your lip a little bit harder.

“Such a romantic.” Steve doesn’t sound as miffed as he tries to appear, as he reaches to undo his belt. “Wanted to warm you up first, make sure it wouldn’t hurt. Guess not.”

“It won’t.” 

Steve lifts his eyes, staring levelly at you with an amused expression. The twinkling sound of his belt buckle fills the quiet air. “If you say so.”

He’s quick about it, to your relief. Which isn’t to say that he isn’t still infernally gentle, even though you wish he’d just grab you by the throat and slam into you at this point. That’s just not Steve Harrington’s style, apparently. No, his hands grab your hips and rub soothing little circles into the skin as his cock splits you open, and your nails scratch over his collar and up into his hair. 

“Fuck, Steve.” It does hurt, just a bit. That raw aching when he fills you, because you weren’t ready for it and he’s so fucking big that parts of you have to be moved out of the way to accommodate him. Your toes curl, and your mary janes pop off and scitter to the floor behind him when you wrap your legs around his waist. 

His voice low and quiet, right up against your ear, Steve gives you a small groan that tells you more about how desperate he is than his words do. “Told you. You’re so tight- think it’s too much for this little pussy.”

“N-no, it’s no-OT-” You writhe against him when he hollows out just slightly and pushes back in, getting half an inch deeper. Your hands tear at his clothes and his hair, looking for something to hold onto.  “Shitshitshit- Steve, Jesus Christ.”

Steve shushes you, cradling your body against him like he’s trying to console you while he keeps rocking himself into you. “You’re working yourself up, honey, you gotta just relax. Take a deep breath for me, baby. Deep breath, c’mon now-” 

You take a gasping breath that sort of stalls in your lungs because he’s still moving, and it hurts but it also feels so fucking good and cathartic that you’d kill him if he stopped. Steve’s arm is around your back to hold you by the neck, and his other hand has one of yours trapped in a crushing grip between your chests. He squeezes it softly with every slow push and pull he makes inside you. 

“Oh fuck oh fuck.” You’re hissing through your teeth, clawing at his back to urge him deeper and at the same time ground yourself. Each breath leaves you with a shallow, anguished moan attached, which would be embarrassing, except you’re not thinking clearly enough to sort through the muck of your emotions right now. “Don’t- don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop,” Steve assures you, inching forward just enough to sink his cock a little further into you before drawing slowly out, giving it to you in small doses. You whine as he pushes in, and he coos with a bit of gravel in his voice, “I know, it’s a lot. You’re taking it so well.”

“Love your cock,” you mutter weakly, surprising both Steve and yourself. Where the fuck did that come from?

“I hope so,” Steve chuckles. He squeezes your hand in his comfortingly. “I’m gonna make you take all of it, I promise.”

That sounds… kind of threatening, when he puts it like that. Like a backhanded slap and then a swift kiss to the cheek. 

You like it so much. 

“Hear that?” he murmurs lightly, way too soft for the way his hand tightens on your neck. In the back of your mind you register what he’s talking about- the obnoxiously slick sound of him driving in and out of you, your cunt absolutely drowning him in your need. “You’re getting my cock all wet, babygirl. Being so good for da- me.”

Steve finally slams into you just then, and you loudly cry out his name at the feeling of him reaching the end of you. It disrupts your train of thought so thoroughly that you almost miss his little slip-up. Almost. 

As you recover you manage to reach up and take his chin in your hand. “Daddy?” 

His eyes are so dark, but he looks a little shy as you stare into his face. He blinks rapidly, cheeks flushing a deep pink. Gotcha. 

“Fuck,” Steve groans, his forehead falling to rest against yours. “Shit, don’t- you don’t have to call me that-”

“Maybe I want to,” you breathe, gasping when his hips lurch forward into yours. “I wanna be good for you, daddy.”

He growls under his breath, blunt nails scraping down your thighs. “Sounds so sweet when you say it.”

“Mm. Harder.”

Steve’s enthusiasm gives you a sort of perverse satisfaction. He hikes your knee up to his waist and buries himself inside you, his skin impacting yours and the desk thudding against the wall behind you. You whimper when he starts up a pace that has him panting against your ear. 

Your head rolls back on your shoulders, and Steve wastes no time tracing the line of it with his tongue. Half aware of what you’re doing, your hand shoots down and around his hip to grab a fistful of his ass, urging him on. He nearly snarls against your throat, hot air bursting across your skin as the arm holding you to him leaves your back and his hand slams loudly against the wall behind you. 

Steve really is a sight to behold when he loses his composure. He’s always gorgeous, of course- infuriatingly so, at times. But now your gaze is clouded with lust and your mind is stumbling while you blink your eyes open at him, and he’s so close to you with his hair falling across his brow and his lips parted as he stares directly into your face. His deep brown eyes are blown wide and black, heavy lidded, and you feel like you might burst.

“I’m gonna come,” you blurt suddenly, hands frantically scrambling up to his shoulders and clutching onto him tightly and trying to lock yourself down at the feeling. It bubbles up out of nowhere, like Steve managed to conjure it up just by looking at you.

You see a smirk break across his face just before your eyes fall shut. “So soon?”

“Yeah,” you whimper. “S’too good. You feel so good, daddy.”

“Oh my god,” he groans, but there’s a little bit of a snicker there in it. His hand skims your thigh and then you feel his thumb touch your clit, and everything whites out of existence. “You’re too perfect. Come for me.”

You don’t answer him. You just do, and it sweeps through you before you’re able to brace yourself for it. Fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders, you cry out, louder than you mean to be but beyond the point of caring. Your legs shake, tense and release with each wave because Steve just keeps going- not speeding up or slowing down, but just remaining the steady constant in the ebb and flow. 

Steve curses lowly, his lips dragging gently over yours but not quite going all the way in for a kiss. “Just like that- get my cock nice and creamy, baby.”

Your face burns. The rest of your skin feels hot and clammy, sticking to him wherever you touch his body. There’s a whirlwind of sound going on in your head; from Steve’s deep grunts, your moans, the desk banging against the wall and his skin impacting yours, you don’t know what’s what anymore. 

You almost don’t even notice it when the phone on the wall above your head starts ringing. 

“Fuck.” Steve rears back, pissed off and rutting his hips into yours so hard that you cry out. He glances at the clock on the far wall and scoffs, “Who the hell calls this late?” before snatching the phone off the hook. 

His free hand finds your throat, pinning you back against the wall. You whimper, defenseless as Steve presses the phone to his ear. “Thank you for calling Mimi’s Bakery, this is Steve.”

For fuck’s sake.  

You feel like you’re going to combust. You’re still too sensitive from your orgasm and Steve’s hand on your throat locks you in place to hold you still while he starts fucking into you harder. Skin on skin on skin, bent backwards over the desk as his hips slam into yours and the messy patch of hair at the base of his cock grinds up against your clit. You whine loudly, and Steve’s hand just tightens that much more to silence you. 

He’s not even looking at you. Steve’s eyes have drifted off to the side, focused on whatever the person on the phone is saying. He tilts his head, gnawing on his lip and humming low in his throat while he considers whatever the question is. 

“Mmm… dunno, let me check on that for you.” Steve finally looks you directly in the eye. “Do we have cream pies tonight?”

Your brain short circuits. What the… what? He… he fucking put the selection of cream pies out himself earlier? Why would he ask you?

Then he nods downward, his eyes flickering to where he pulls back and drives his cock into you. Steve looks back up at you questioningly. 

Oh. Oh fuck.  

You nod your head quickly, your nails biting into the skin of his forearm. You don’t even second guess it. You’re so close to your second orgasm that you can taste it on the back of your tongue, and you don’t think you could handle it if he pulled out now. 

Steve grins, and you think it’s probably the prettiest thing you’ve seen all night. “Yes sir, we do. However the bakery is closed tonight, so those will be available tomorrow. Would you like me to set those aside for you? Mhm, how many?”

He goes on like that for another minute, but you’re barely listening anymore. Your cunt pulses, so wet that you can hear every slow drag of his cock before he reaches the end of you again. All your muscles lock down, your head digs back against the wall, and you come again. Hard.  

“Thank you for calling sir have a good night bye,” Steve chokes out in one long breath, and then his hand slams the phone down onto the receiver. He buckles forward over you and gasps loudly. “Holy shit, oh my god. Good girl, good fucking girl-”

And his mouth is on yours, sucking at your bottom lip as his thrusts turn sloppy. His hand leaves your throat to skim around your waist and pull your chest flush to his. He cradles you close and plants his hips against yours, stealing your breath with kisses and moaning sweetly as he comes. 

Afterwards, the room is way too fucking still and quiet. Your skin tingles, your cunt still pulsing with aftershocks as it milks his cock, but the silence makes your ears ring. You card your fingers through his hair, letting Steve sweep his tongue against yours as many times as he wants as long as it means he’ll stay this close to you for a little while. 

“That wasn’t how I thought it would be.”

He grunts, his teeth grazing your lip. “What did you have in mind?”

“Dunno.” You pause as he presses a chaste kiss to your closed lips, your eyes fluttering. “Maybe we could do it in a bed next time?”

Steve laughs at that. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers to you, his voice touched with something so genuine that it rattles you, nearly making tears prick at your eyes. You just cling to him, squeezing your eyes shut and trying not to sniffle about it. 

“Thank you,” you mumble wetly into his neck. 

Steve sighs when he pulls back. His hand comes up to softly smooth your hair back as he takes in your face. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, swallowing back the lump in your throat. “Nothing. You’re just… you’re so sweet.”

He hums softly, catching a stray tear on his thumb as it falls down your cheek. To your relief, he doesn’t mock you or seem disturbed by it, he just takes it in stride. “Do you want me to… not be?”

“No, it’s- it’s a good thing, I swear-” You lean your cheek into his hand, letting him hold your face as you reel yourself in. “I’m just getting used to it, that's all.”

“Good. ‘Cuz it’s only gonna get worse from here,” Steve whispers with a gentle smile. He pets your thigh. “Feel better now?”

You grumble in the back of your throat. “The fuck’s that s’posed to mean?”

He shrugs. “You’ve been looking like you wanted to rip my clothes off since you got here.” Steve chuckles a bit when you whack him on the arm, “Only an observation, you’re not good at hiding it.”

Serves you right for thinking he was oblivious. “You guys have me fucking figured out and I’ve been with you for, like, a day.” 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He hisses when he takes your hip in his hand and slowly pulls out of you, leaving you whining from the emptiness. “I know, honey. Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you mutter, biting your lip when he adjusts the front of your dress and buttons it back up for you carefully. “No, you’re really wonderful. Daddy.”

Steve tilts his head and purses his lips, trying to hide the smile on his cheeks. “Wasn’t expecting you to pick up on that.”

“You’re not good at hiding it.”

Steve snickers, pulling you close to rest his forehead against yours again. He presses a few slow kisses to your lips, lingering over them like he’s trying to decide whether he really wants to go back to work or not. You’re not about to tell him to stop. 

CRASH!

You both instantly freeze, listening to the ungodly loud clatter of a million pastry boxes hitting the ground. Steve’s brows dig into a deep frown very quickly, while you put the front of his pants to rights and push yourself forward off the desk. 

“The fuck was that?”

“Why are you asking me, hot shot?” You smack him on the back, making him lurch toward the door. “If we’re being burgled, I’m the only one here not wearing pants.”

Still, you grip onto his belt and creep behind him through the door to the kitchen, peering cautiously over his shoulder. You don’t immediately see anything amiss in the bakery, except that half a display of muffins and cinnamon rolls has been knocked halfway to hell. Things are eerily quiet for a few more seconds, before something leaps up off the ground and starts flapping around the bakery lobby, snarling and snapping. 

You scream, clutching onto Steve’s middle and nearly hauling him back into the back room again. It looks like a giant flying… stingray? No, stingrays don’t have teeth. It’s like a weird, disgustingly large bat with no actual head. Like a leech with long teeth and wings. 

You vaguely hear Steve saying something, but you’re too busy trying to battle the bat in a game of who-can-screech-the-loudest. It’s only when Steve finally turns, grabbing you by the shoulders so that you can look at him, that you stop to consider what he’s saying. 

“-fire, get me something with fire, okay?”

“Fire?” You try to maintain a steady balance, keeping an eye on the thing in the bakery lobby and his face. 

“Yes, babe, fire. That hot shit that burns stuff, remember? Get me some of that.”

You nod mutely, starting to shake from adrenaline. You watch Steve pick up a giant metal rolling pin off the baker’s table, twirling the pin in his hand in a way that should not be as attractive as it is. 

You try to think of something in the bakery that creates fire- something handheld, you assume, because the only thing coming to mind is the little stove in the corner used primarily to melt chocolate and different icings. For a kitchen, not too many things in it conjure up flames at a moment's notice. 

But then you remember, on Saturdays the morning team makes crème brûlée for the brunch crowd. 

You dive for the decorators table, but you honestly have no idea where they keep the blow torches. It’s a long shot in the dark, but you just start hauling shit out of the cupboards like your life depends on it. 

It might, you think wearily. 

Over the counter, you can hear Steve scuffling with the screeching bat, and you pause long enough to glance up at what’s going on in the lobby. You manage to catch him at the exact moment that he cracks the bat with the rolling pin, knocking it across the bakery like a baseball and making it slam into the wall beside the pastry case. 

You blink down at the half empty cupboard in front of you and see the emerald green can of a blow torch, shining up at you like the light at the end of the tunnel. Your shaking hands fumble with it as you yank it out. “STEVE!” 

He turns just in time to see you hurl the blowtorch across the front counter at him. Which is probably not great in the grand scheme of safety measures, but y’know. 

He snatches the blowtorch out of the air right as the fucking bat starts writhing around again. Steve flicks it on and lights the damn thing up without a second thought, creating a blazing inferno on the bakery floor. 

It takes a second for the fire to die down, and in that time you kind of army crawl around the counter to sit and stare at the bat with wide, unblinking eyes. 

Steve says your name. You don’t respond. 

He takes a couple steps toward you, but then stops short. When you snap your eyes to him, he’s running his hand frustratedly through his hair, staring at the pastry case. 

You hesitantly inch forward on your knees and look around the side of it at what he’s fussing over. The case itself is intact, a few of the pastries themselves gone askew when, you presume, the giant ass demon bat flew out of it. But the back of it… that’s a whole other story. 

Where before there was what appeared to be just a giant, slick grease stain, now there’s a gaping hole with a glowing membrane across it. You don’t know what it is, but Steve seems to as he swears like a sailor and drops to sit on the ground next to you. 

“Bats,” you blurt out, catching Steve's attention. He turns to gaze at you, holding his head in his hands. You look at him apprehensively. “Eddie said he was attacked by bats.”

Steve is quiet for way too long, blinking at you like he’s trying to figure out what to say. Then, he nods slowly. “We need to call Eddie.”

[meowsgirldrawing]

Obey Me Next Generation Idea(aka-My au)

What about poly Au with the bros? I assume with demon culture, MC having kids and the bros all being the dad wouldn't be too surprising as I think monogamous relationships are seen just the same as polyamorous. Like neither really matter honestly in a "oh this is a big deal/drama!" Sense.

Plus its the 7 lords, they can do whatever the fuck they want

I know MC is mostly human but I think having kids is still possible as they got magic plus their pacts with the bros might make them stronger. Plus, historically, woman have been able to have multiple pregnancies, like more than 4 at least, so still- not impossible.

Just let me have my next gen shenanigans

ONTO THE KIDS PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Varya (1st Born) (she/her)-25

Daughter of Mammon

Is more demon than human, possibly the most demon out of the kids.

Holds a very smiley but deadly aura around her.

Seems the opposite of Mammon in behavior but you can tell by her subtle acts towards her family, shes his kid alright.

Is the type of person to shake a person's hand but hold a knife in the other.

"Looks like a cinnamon roll, can kill you"

Lights up at the mentions of crocheting, dogs, and weird but oddly alluring creatures around Devildom.

She does have a small habit of gambling when out with Mammon, but is actually able to keep her wins because no one expects it through her gold-winning smile.

Mess with her family and its on sight.

Lilith the 2nd (3rd born-1st triplet) (she/her)-21

I headcannon Lucifer to at least be the only one to name their daughter after their sister. Not to replace, never, but to honor her.

Is in a strange middle between Half demon-mostly demon

Sweetheart by default

That big sister you can always talk to and she wont judge.

Will make passive agressive remarks when peeved off.

Definitely denies acting like Lucifer yet can do the stance-arms crossed and glare- exactly like him.

Even does the whole hand chest like him too. Shocked look and all.

Calls all the brothers papa but Lucifer father, not as a distance way but thats just how she's always been.

Theatre kid- almost always lead.

Anna from Frozen vibes at times.

Hopeless romantic too.

Basically Lucifer if he actually showed more emotions.

Daddy's girl 100%

May or may not be in a secret relationship with Diavolo's heir👀

Rhomb(2nd Born) (he/him)-23

Son of Leviathan

Named after the Loch ness Monster

A nice balance between human and demon

But has "mutations" that make him have scaly patches on his body, his tail out almost 24/7, and bad eyesight.

Stern attitude most of the time.

Big bro protector

Tallest of all the kids

Softer on the younger kids but will smack a bitch if they act up.

Cant play video games much cause eyes so turns to more physical games that include puzzles.

Likes games with strategy to follow like War tanks, or chess. Is the type to make a DnD game the best cause he makes amazing stories too despite not reading much.

Likes mystery shows too and tries to figure it out before the answer is revealed, could go on rants about why. Gets it right 11/10 times.

If Leviathan wasnt his biological dad, people would believe he was Satan's kid.

Doesnt like cats tho.

Quinn (4th Born- 2nd Triplet) (He/they/doesnt care) (21)

Asmo just thought Quinn was a pretty name so picked it lol.

Also a nice balance between human/demon. Tho his wings stay out constantly.

Very much vibes from that yellow bird in Rio.

Laid back personality but is an outgoing dude.

Also very protective of their siblings, and will not hesitate to cut a bitch.

Isnt as flamboyant as Asmo but does have a just as great fashion sense.

Has a hard time dating as people automatically assume hes just like Asmo so will try to date him for that reason only.

Love his dad but hates the reputation he gets because of being said son.

So he resorts to just sticking to his siblings or the few friends he trusts.

Besides MC, is the second most popular face to pop up on Asmo's Devilgram

Fucking adores axolotls for no particular reason, just loves them to no end which Asmo makes sure to get many axolotl themed plushes, shirts, etc. for him.

Libbey(Liberty) (5th Born- 3rd triplet)(she/her)-21

Another balance between human/demon, maybe a tad more on the demon side.

Tho, also has "mutations" like very enhanced hearing.

Bookworm to the max

Loves reading dramas and fantasies, but seems to enjoy multiseries more than stand alone.

Very quiet and shy kid of the group.

Sometimes cant even talk so signs instead because earaches or headaches.

Likes cats but perfers reptiles more.

Has a small turtle in her room from the human realm, set it up beside her bed and everything. Their name is Casey after one of her favorite human novels she read.

But despite all this, isnt called the daughter of wrath just for nothing beside biology reasons.

Is like Satan 2.0 when pissed, she wont yell or scream but you can just tell from the drop of room temperature and the subtle tilt of her head.

Her eyes glow an electric green when shes pissed.

Had more anger issues when younger, but cause Satan knew how to handle his better now, taught her how to aswell.

Satan is probably the main one to understand her issues with such a problem, despite being more mellowed out now that shes older.

Is definitely a cryer when really angry tho.

Ryder(6th Born) (1st twin)- 19

Ngl, everyone was surprised that they had twins. Including Belphie himself.

But then again, they did have triplets before them so....eh?

Ryder is a tad more human than demon, but still powerful enough to have his own demon form like his older siblings.

His tail is seen smaller than Belphie's, and a bit thinner too.

The sloth genes affact him only so much, making him more likely just want to procrastinate then outright not do anything.

He honestly enjoys the human world more than Devildom, mainly cause everything is less..hectic per say.

Hes the type of brother/older friend that will cover for ya if you have to hide something but will subtly suggest how to fix whatever their doing.

Like one time Quinn came home slightly tipsy and past curfew, and he snuck them into his room. Though he scolded them in the morning, he covered for Quinn at breakfast, saying they ate too much sugar last night, thats why hes queasy and has a headache.

Quinn did fix that habit up quick after Ryder threatened to leave him on his own next time it happened.

Calls everyone bro or dude, no matter their gender.

Gen z vibes too in most areas.

Has a fixation with cow bells for some reason, likes the noise is all he can say.

If he were told what Belphie did to their mom/human parent way before they were born, he says "Cowabummer" while screaming inside.

River(7th born-2nd twin)(they/them)-19

How is this Belphie's kid?

Too hyper, tad crazy

Probably has ADHD, who knows.

While Ryder is the slightly responsible twin, their the reason why Ryder needs to be said twin.

Their just about the same range of human/demon as Ryder, can have a demon form, but only uses it to fuck with people than to actually be scary with it.

They may have alot of power, but their personality alone can kill people.

Is the type of kid to crawl on the ceiling when they were 2.

Is also the type to hop outta window to get to the lower floor faster. Thank Belphie for their demon powers otherwise we'd have another Lillith situation.

Has scared even Lucifer at one point, has made him yelp out of surprise. Will not go on how, no matter how much Papa Satan and Belphie ask them. Just has a toothy grin when they ask.

When calm, is actually a pretty chill dude. They like odd patterns and get fixated on the most random things.

MC gave them one of those sand timers that you flip to restart and when she came down to tell them food was done about 2 hours later, she found them sitting on the table, holding it while watching the sand go down. They use it now to relax and focus on when overstimultated or just having too much of a fuzzy head.

Has spent nearly a how week with Leviathan because they got hooked on one anime with him. Now has frequent solo movie nights with him cause.

"They're tad confused, but got the spirit"

Literally had to have someone (Rhomb) explain to them what the LGBTQ+ letters meant. Legit thought it was just new alphabet pattern, was still happy to find out what it all means.

If you told them what Belphie did to their mom before they were born, they'd think it as a joke. Dont tell them otherwise or they will cry.

Frankie(8th Born)(She/her)-16

Everyone thought that she would be the biggest child when MC was pregnant with her, since y'know, it was confirmed Beel's kid.

Yeah, she came out small. Like scary small for a baby.

It was then everyone knew she would be the most human. Has a little demon in her, but clearly not enough to have a demon form nor mark.

Lucifer's wallet cried in relief.

She does eat a good bit more than the average human but overall, nothing compared to Beel.

She does adore sweets to the max, especially gummies. Give her some and she'll love you forever.

Sweetest little sunshine in the world, everyone adores her. If they dont, then they will soon.

Shes like Mirabel in encanto, kinda wishes she had more demon powers but is still overall happy with who she is.

When her a Beel are with each other- OH MY DIAVOLO, THE CAVITIES PEOPLE GET- TOO DAMN SWEET AND PURE

Like big papa Beel and his sweet little girl all smiley and pure. Best father-daughter relationship out of all the siblings and fathers.

Shes kinda like pinkie pie from MLP but like more hyper as fuck. Can and will speak so fast when excited that it just comes out as squeaks at that point.

Since her more human side, shes more likely to stay in human world when their mom is on Buisness there, so she has alot of human friends.

Shes in gymnastics, which definitely helps keep her figure more smaller despite all the sweets she eats. Does work out with Beel too.

Mess with her and you have a whole army on yer ass.

"Bounce to the beat of my own drum!"

You can just tell how much I love this dear. HA

[deadg0ds-pad]

miss the blue noise so much. they were a really cool mechanic and a neat sort of reward for exploring. they also have really cool designs but i wanna shoutout the progfox in particular. it’s more than just how it’s the most unique fight, plus one of the hardest in the game (and a really good example as to why the ds using both screens enhances twewy’s gameplay since it’s perfectly chaotic). i’m a sucker for folklore in general and god is progfox a perfect sort of representation for kitsune. so here’s a lil trivia revolving around this bastard.

(putting this under a cut since it’s pretty long)

first i’d like to give a bit of cultural background. yeah the progfox is a kitsune, a kind of yokai that’s definitely one of the most well known. foxes in general have been characterized throughout history as being tricksters, but some of the kitsune background are based on a certain divinity.

white foxes are most closely associated with inari okami, a very popular deity even to this day, likely due to representing agriculture and industry. of course he/she/they (gender is different depending on the context) represent a lot more, but rice is definitely incredibly important to japan’s agriculture. humans and foxes in ancient japan have a history which is likely part of their association. the yokai part also likely emerges from a popular folktale of a white kitsune named kuzunoha, one who was saved from a hunter by a man named abe no yasuna, turned into a beautiful woman and cared for him as thanks, and eventually became his lover.

as such, it’s no surprise that kitsune are highly represented in japanese media including video games, and the kuzunoha folktale is also represented in some ways + is part of the influence for the common white fox rep.

the progfox, also unsurprisingly, has the unique ability to transform into various noise, weird forms, and a neku doppelgänger. strangely, while a tail or other fox features is what gives away a kitsune, the neku form only has a slightly different color palette and has him wear a mask.

there’s also this weird skeleton form which is most likely based on another yokai, gashadokuro—a giant skeleton made of the collective grudges of people who passed on without a proper burial (oddly fitting considering twewy’s story and lore). gashadokuro is also unable to be killed, which is also likely why this form is invincible.

then of course there’s this infamous form. also deriving from folklore, depending on how many tails a kitsune has, the more powerful it is, with the most they can have often being nine. this is why the progfox (and other fox noise) gets progressively harder the more tails it gets, and also why this form is what launches the super move.

last bit here more so applies to fox noise in general like the multiple tails and transformation stuff (though the progfox is definitely closer to folklore than just the regulars). they all use fire attacks aka kitsunebi aka foxfire. kitsunebi is said to represent the magical power of a kitsune and are a lot like will o wisps. they’re also used for important events held by yokai, particularly weddings, so idk you can see all three fox noise as being in a polyamorous relationship if you want.

[artzychic27]

I have an idea that Marinette has Tom’s Genes, and is built like Luisa from Encanto/Built like a middle-linebacker.

Adrien can NOT stop looking respectfully, and is a stuttering mess around her.

Marinette: Hey, Adrien.

Adrien: I was staring at you respectfully, and I see that your eyes are on your face and not your gorgeous biceps! Please crush me with them!

Marinette: … What?

Adrien: Uh… *Awkwardly curtsies before speed walking away*

*Meanwhile, with the Boyz Squad*

Nino: You curtsied?! Dude… Bro… Why?

Adrien: I want to be destroyed by a muscular woman, Nino! If I were a girl and She-Ra were polyamorous, I’d be all over her!

Kim: Okay, we get it. You’ve got a thing for muscular women.

Max: And, oddly, svelte guys.

Nathaniel: … Are you gonna curtsy to me, Adrien?

Nino: I’m wondering the same.

Adrien: What? No! Ew! That’d be weird!… Maybe Nathaniel, I don’t know.

Nino: You’d rather curtsy to that mess?!

Nathaniel: Yeah, so fuck you.

Max: Back to Adrien, just make light small talk next time you see Marinette. And, don’t drool over her arms.

Ivan: Yeah, it’s simple. You start with a “Hello; how was your day?” Then work from that.

Adrien: Okay. I can do this! I’m gonna be totally normal.

*Later*

Adrien: I would like for you to kick me so hard I go through every wall in this school and crush what’s left of my body!

Marinette: I… What?

Nino: DUDE!

Adrien: I mean… Hello, how was your day?

Nino: It’s too late for-! Nope! I’m tired! I’m taking my coffee break!

[bonobochick]

Is Quirah Casey the only Black female #romancelandia author who writes ménage or reverse harem #romancebooks featuring a Black heroine? 🤔 I mean #romancenovels with Black heroines in which MMF & MFMM have the men interact romantically too?

I feel like almost of the #romance #books I've read by Black authors that have more than one male love interest for a Black heroine ends up being a shared woman romance. 😣 I want the best of both worlds when it's a polyamorous love with a Black heroine & a genuine ménage romance over two or three guys sharing a woman (and I definitely can do without essence of hom0phobia I have sometimes come across in those shared woman romance books) yet there is as much a dearth in Black woman led ménage stories as there is with Black heroines starring in New Adult and YA romance books. 😖

Strange to me that we can have so Black heroines in dark romances, which admittedly is my jam and we could actually use more of that overall + particularly in booming New Adult romance subgenre, and even have an uptick in Black women in #romcom books but almost nothing with Black women in genuine ménage books. 🔎 🔎 Like, what is going on? Why can a woman love and be with multiple men in a consensual relationship but the men... who are sometimes oddly related, usually cousins or brothers thus making it impossible for it to be a genuine ménage love story... somehow are only there for the woman? 🧐 I thought #bookstagram had progressed from "multiple straight men" being in a relationship with one [Black] woman to a [Black] woman being in a loving relationship with several partners who are also romantically involved with each other but I guess not. 🤧 Why is this more of an issue in romance books with Black heroines than not? #bookgram #newadultromance #bookrecommendations #amreadingromance #blackheroines #weneeddiversebooks #romancereaders #booklover #bookreviews

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[marlslovesmars]

do you have any elumax date headcanons???

(for my fic lol) (i tried looking on tags here but there’s barely any elumax content and i feel robbed)

hii sorry it took me so long at first i didnt see it and then i was super busy but i love elumax and as you said it needs more content lol

Im not cretive enough for headcanons but i hope im still helpful !!

(also is 432 am so sorry if is not good, im tired lmao)

date fics:

●Store bought pizza date by calpurina

●So You've Been Harrington'd by GhostHost

●let's be lucky people, you and me by catboy_cabin

●Sandcastles by Aestheticdenbrough

●Worth It by marsiguess (haven't read it)

●I Just Know by BeepBeepSam (haven't read it)

●Bella Notte by wizardingtributeofhades

date ideas:

●coffee shop

●beach

●movies

Incorrect quotes:

●El: The moon is beautiful

Lucas: Yes, but you know who is more beautiful?

Both: Max.

Max, lying between them and blushing furiously: sTOp-

(By @polyamorous-elevenv2 )

●max : what are you guys doing?

lucas : makin some hot cocoa.

max : in the middle of summer??

el : …

lucas : it sounded good.

max:

lucas:

el : do you want some?

max : …

max : yes please.

(by @castielinpastel )

●Modern elumax au-

Lucas: in your personal opinion who stands to be the hottest superhero

Max: dc or marvel?

Lucas: any

El: can they be from a kids show?

Lucas: yes

Max: can they be a villain?

Lucas: I said hero but whatever

El: Kim Possible or Poison Ivy

Max: Black panther or..Katara.

Lucas: tbh firelord ozai is kinda hot...

El: he would call us slurs

Lucas: he has my permission to call me whatever he wants

Max: OZAI??

Lucas: or zuko

El: no zuko I could get behind

Max: hear me out...sokka

Lucas & El: yes

(by @amoris-no-smut-allowed )

●Lucas: What’s it like being tall?

Lucas: Is it nice?

Lucas: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

El: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Max: It was one time!

(by @thatonesongyouretryingtoremember )

●Lucas: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

El: We're chopsticks!

Lucas: Well... that's cute!

Lucas: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?

Max: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

(by @thatonesongyouretryingtoremember )

(if established elmax this is perfect lmao)

●Lucas: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

El: They do.

Max: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

(by @thatonesongyouretryingtoremember )

●Max, sighing: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

El, smiling: You are my reward.

[Few minutes later]

Lucas, hoping for a sweet moment: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Max: True, you can be a real asshole sometimes. Good that you're funny and I like you.

(By @polyamorous-elevenv2 )

●lucas: max is so sweet. she’s the love of my life, i love her so much and everything about her is so perfect. i love when she insults me, when i braid her hair and when she lies her head on my chest

el: i like max.

(by @novaninja )

●will: hey why are you back from the movies already?

lucas: we got kicked out

el: max was calling out diving scores at the people jumping off the titanic

max: that last guy was a solid eight, lemme tell you!

(by @thatskindagaytho )

●[walking around, still disappointed 6 hours after visiting an aquarium]

Max: What did you think a tiger shark was, El?

headcanons:

Max brings both Lucas and El flowers

[juleskelleybooks]

Some interesting numbers, for anyone who is interested. I think that book sales could use more transparency - I understand why they're vague, sometimes, because no matter how much we love our fellow authors, it can also feel discouraging or spark jealousy or envy when someone who started on the same playing field as us has hit that magic combination of timing and luck that sends them skyrocketing to bestseller status - but I also think that a little peek into the gears and realities of non-bestsellers can be useful, even encouraging.

I am, however, putting it behind a cut in case you're one of those people who absolutely needs to Not Know how other people are doing because you get so distracted you can't do your own stuff.

So I went wide with Welcome to the Show's publishing in...May? I took it down off Kindle Unlimited and published it to other venues through Draft2Digital. Notably, I do not have any paperbacks published through D2D for WTTS, those are only through Amazon at this time.

It had been doing pretty steady numbers on Kindle Unlimited - nothing huge, but maybe three to four people a month reading it through, but the minute I went wide with it, sales dropped off. I don't think I made a single sale with it for all of May, and maybe one or two for June (through Amazon - I haven't sold any units through any of the wider distro*).

Polyamorous romance, though, is a hard sell sometimes. There are still a LOT of people out there who think that threesomes are only good to spice up some bedroom scenes but it's not a truly happy/romantic ending unless it ends with the main couple realizing they're happier together in a monogamous pairing. Not as many as when I first published it in 2012, but enough.

There's also the fact that I warned for issues of consent/misunderstanding that I think worry some people, which I understand. So this particular book has a lot working against it, but I am thinking about taking it down off D2D and putting it back on KU, if only because people seem more likely to take a chance on it if they're not paying for it directly but are rather getting it as part of a larger subscription.

*The addendum here is that Smashwords ran a summer sale for the month of July, and I opted in for WTTS at 100% off - it was free. Reports show that 21 people downloaded it during the sale. So while I haven't sold any units through wider distro, it did get downloaded through another avenue while it was free to obtain.

Stars Still Fall released on July 12, almost halfway through the month. It got 12 preorders on Amazon, it got one preorder on Barnes & Noble, and one either sale or preorder on Kobo. By comparison to WTTS, it did numbers in the Smashwords summer sale - 53 downloads while it was free.

Last month it had 26 orders on Amazon (ebook & paperback combined) and this month it's had four already, which is a pleasant surprise for me, lol.

Other than Amazon and Smashwords, it did actually do some sales on wider distro. I can't see the unit numbers yet so I'd need to do math, but royalty-wise it's made the most from D2D print (oddly enough) at $7.68, secondary from Overdrive (yay libraries!) at $5.60, and then the little bit from Kobo and B&N (about a dollar each). It hasn't sold any in wider distro so far this month.

Anyway! There you go. For science.

Also about 90% of the reviews so far have been from people who either know me, or got the book as part of BookSirens' ARC distribution. Just as a data point on that front, too.

[knifewieldingenby]

Thinking about how I've met the autistic and adhd folks in my life, and lots of it has been the local music scene and the arts, open mics, etc. But the biggest, oddly enough, have been polyamory meet-ups or just meeting polyamorous folks through the never-ending overlapping circles. Most of the polyam people I know are autistic or adhd (or both) and tbh I should have seen that coming! Similarly to how a lot of neurodivergent folks are trans, it makes sense that these folks with brains that work differently, who question why things are the way they are, would look at forced (compulsory? not sure what word to use here) monogamy and be like "why? who is this for?" A lot of us either go "yeah monogamy is right for me but not the toxic manner in which it's pushed on us by society and harmful religious (largely christian) influence" or "actually no its not for me at all."

Anyway yeah, if you're wondering where to meet more autistic and adhd folks, find the gay polyamorous people. You really only need to find like, one, who is dating people who are dating other people and so on. If you're kind and weird you will be absorbed into the social group. Contrary to what a lot of monogamous people on fb seem to believe, so long as you're chill about polyamory we don't give a single fuck if you're monogamous or not. Cool person is cool person.

Signed,

Someone who gained like ten new autistic/adhd friends since last year just by being around other polyamorous people.

[thetavolution]

Full name:  Ingrid Ellen Sullenberger Name meaning:  Ingrid: beloved or beautiful; Ellen: sun ray or shining light; Sullenberger: habitation name for people from Sollenberg or Schallenberg Pronouns: She/Her  Race: Wood Elf Age: 128  Orientation: Pansexual Romance: Halsin Class: Druid Subclass: Circle of the Spores Origin: Sage  Theme Song: Why Am I Like This? — Orla Gartland

Personality Ingrid is soft-spoken and timid. She can be shy, but once she feels comfortable, she loves to talk! People are surprised at how at ease she feels with the dead and the spores, but it makes perfect sense when you get to know her. She respects all aspects of nature, including death and decay. Oddly, it’s become a way for her to confront her own fear of death.

She’s a pushover and she lacks assertiveness. Or, at least, that’s who she was before she became a leader of a ragtag team of certified weirdos. She had to get it together and take care of them. Her bravery comes from how terrified she is. If she didn’t have other people to take care of, she’d probably curl up in a corner and cry. When other people are relying on her, she quickly musters up every ounce of courage she has and powers through her terror.

She always comes through in a clutch. Even when scared out her mind, she’ll never abandon anyone. She’ll just go have a panic attack after it’s safe. She has an incredibly kind heart and strong sense of empathy. 

During the entire adventure, she does a good job tricking everyone into thinking she's fearless. In reality, she just doesn't let herself stop to think long enough to cower like she wants to.

Background Ingrid was born near Baldur’s Gate, but she’s not from the city proper. It was a small settlement of elves, half-elves, and halflings. She comes from a polyamorous family so she had several guardians in her life along with her birth parents. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the loving polycule that many other wood elf children experience. 

Her father, Sully, had a few partners and one of them was Anna, a high elf. Normally, this wouldn’t have been a problem, except that Anna didn’t actually agree with the polycule arrangement. She only agreed to it because she didn’t want to lose Sully.

It cause a lot of heartache and jealousy among the adults. Sully’s children were often pitted against each other, Ingrid included. It was a situation that all of the adults seemed to hope would sort itself out. It never did. 

The tension between Greta, Ingrid’s mother, and Anna was particularly high. Anna would take her anger out on Greta’s children and Ingrid, as the most timid child of the bunch, bared the brunt of it. Ingrid left home the moment she came of age to escape the unhealthy situation.

Ingrid found a way to make a living for herself by offering tattooing services. It’s something she practice from a young age and she made a decent living off of it in the city.

She would meet Minty when she first arrived in the city, but she wouldn’t meet Laura until she moved to the city a few years later. Ingrid had settled into a routine in Baldur’s Gate, not entirely sure she was happy with it.

The universe would throw a wrench in the works when she was abducted and given a tadpole.

Note: Her background deviates the most from her home universe just because none of it really works in the BG3 universe. This is who she’d be without any influence from The Bonneville Game. She does do tattoo work in both worlds though.

Likes: Tattoos, tattoo artistry, drawing, scary stories, romance stores, cute outfits and accessories, spiders, sweets, animals, autumn, the beach, forests, and winter

Dislikes: Disrespecting the occult or nature, standing up for herself, baking, sand (it gets everywhere), and bitter foods

Fears: She’s terrified of dying and getting older. It consumes her thoughts often. She fears one day she’ll be old and alone, and left to die a lonely death. Keeping her spore zombies and skeletons close helps her feel better as strange as it may sound. She’s afraid of being “thrown away” by those she loves at any moment.

She's also scared of becoming like her mother, a complete pushover who is too afraid to live her own life.

Quirks:  She struggles to speak up and it’s hard to hear her at times. People misunderstand her a lot due to the fact her voice doesn’t always carry very well. Her eye twitches when she's anxious or hasn't gotten enough rest.

Mental Health:  She has anxiety and depression. She is preoccupied with her fears of death and aging beyond what is reasonable. She’s terrified she has no value for the people around her and could be discarded at any moment. Her depression can make her listless sometimes. If she doesn’t have a job to do or someone to help, she’ll struggle to get up to do anything for herself.

Favorite Foods: Strawberries, Potato Soup, Pasta, Lentil Soup, and Honey Cake

Favorite Drinks: Chili Chai

Favorite Flower: Camellia of the Black Lady

Height:  5’3”/ 160 cm 

Skin: Beige (Blush Tone 5)

Hair:  Dark Blue (Blue 5)

Eyes:  Blue (Blue 1)

Color Scheme:  She loves wearing blues, but she’ll also wear “nature’s colors” a lot, like browns, oranges, and greens. 

Fashion Sense: She straddles two worlds. She loves to be in nature with clothing to match, but she also loves to wear cute outfits made by merchants Baldur’s Gate or Neverwinter.

She’s not as free with nudity as Halsin is, but she wants to be more at ease at it. She can handle other people’s nudity. She’s just self-conscious about her own.

She has a lot of tattoos that are only visible when she wears more revealing clothing.

She has a lot of tattoos that are only visible when she wears more revealing clothing.

Family: 

Calvin “Sully” Sullenberger Sully is the head of the household and he’s in total denial about the fact it’s not working. He also secretly likes having people fight over him, ignoring the damage it has done to his children. He’s friendly and boisterous, but a bit self-serving. He’s oblivious when it suits his needs most.

Greta Sullenberger She’s Ingrid’s mother. She’s a lot like Ingrid, but even more docile than her daughter. She doesn’t stand up to her husband as often as she should. Ingrid fears she may be too much like her mother.

Anna She’s the high elf that Sully brought into the polycule, but she’s not actually happy with the arrangement. Rather than just leave, she tries to sabotage it to get what she wants. It hasn’t been working and she’s only accomplished making a hostile environment for everyone, especially the children. She’s could be described as a narcissist which is part of why she can’t just walk away like anyone else might.

Varis He’s one of Sully’s other lovers. He never wanted children of his own, but he’s happy to take care of everyone else's children. He’s the “safe space” guardian that the kids adore. He’s genuinely nice and loving. He isn’t on good terms with Anna, but he tries not to be too obvious about it.

Aramil, Caelynn, Delimira  They’re some of Sully’s other lovers. They aren’t as hands on, but they are part of Ingrid’s life. Anna’s casts a shadow over all of them. Caelynn was eventually driven off by Anna’s behavior. Ingrid misses her and has no idea where she is.

Sebastian He’s Anna’s only child. He is the apple of her eye and he hates it. He actually likes his siblings and really wants to just get along with them, but his mother makes it near impossible. He also left home early to avoid dealing with his parents’ drama. He’s off being an adventurer in Faerûn. Ingrid hasn't seen him in years.

Thea, Rinn, and Erdan They’re some of Sully’s other children. They’re younger than Ingrid and Sebastian. They remain at home with their parents.

[wwindblumee]

Inei and Venti had been a bit distant the past few days, not really talking. Unless in the company of someone else, and with Haru. The bard had been going out alot more, usually drinking because any time he tried to play a song. He couldn't even strum together a simple melody, the music that played in his heart was being overtaken with bitterness, anger and a little bit of sorrow. He hadn't felt this way in such a long while.

The demon on the other hand, oddly stayed at their home or rather the garden Venti had gifted to him. Staying there helped calm his anger, though his anger only grew when around the bard. Being in the garden helped him manage his hunger. As for some reason when he's angry, it's hard to fight off his demonic urges.

Any time they were together, it always was either silence or turned into a heated argument. It's as if their love for eachother had faded. Yet the two of them, deep down. They felt, so guilty.

Kasumi was taking care of Haru for most of the week, so they wouldn't have to see eachother. However, while Venti was out. He ran right into his, husband. They hadn't spoken, let alone seen eachother in a few days. After the demoness had picked up Haru. Inei blinks, as his eyes narrow. “You... let me guess you’re here to meet Xiao? Or perhaps the redhead? You’re a slut so you are probably meeting all kinds of people.” Inei was obviously peeved about something, something else. .

( @frxxst sorry its so long- my replies wont be this long 😭)

Venti had been feeling horrible for the past couple weeks, overly guilty and pained with sorrow about the relationship he once had with his husband. That seemed like a dream now, lost in their past. He wasn’t even sure how it started, but he knew that it was his fault. He knew that Inei was polyamorous, and yet he became overly jealous after the demon asked him a question about Elysia. He hated fights like these, as every day he didn’t spend with his beloved made him worry about his own future in Teyvat. With every discovery the Traveler made, the end seemed to edge nearer and nearer. The end of the Archons loomed as well, a frightening shadow that Venti couldn’t quite shove out of his mind. It haunted him even more than his friend, who made an appearance in every single one of his dreams. It was so bad that he asked Nahida to save him an Akasha Terminal so that he wouldn’t dream at all. When he and Inei bumped into each other, he almost immediately looked around for any possible ways he could leave.

“Yes, actually. I am on the way to see Diluc. He treats me better than you do anyways, despite him kicking me out of the winery every time I’m drunk. Xiao would also treat me better than you. I don’t see why you’re so bitter. If you want to keep arguing like this and denying me the chance to see my friends even though you’re so mad, you might as well take your fucking ring back.”

@frxxst dw!! mine isn’t as long as well :’)

[smallpuppy]

He said I was beautiful.

We spent the entire day together. Then my friend took me to a house he will be inheriting one day from his grandmother, but he had full access. It's a 5min drive away from the house I will be moving into someday, so we will be neighbors in the future, something I eagerly look forward to. He's going on a sort of "farewell tour" with all those he considers a close friend since he is moving to Texas later this month for a stepping stone in his career (with plans to move back ASAP), and I felt oddly honored that he thought of me as such. I mean, I guess chatting on discord voice while playing video games on the Switch Online service for 9 hours at a time must count for something friendship-wise, and him always choosing to carpool with me must have been another clue. I was never good at making friends growing up, so it just hits me by surprise every time.

We made banana bread together as he wanted a recipe from each of his friends. He wrote down the recipe and each step he had to take and was so proud of the list he was building. There was some alcohol in the fridge that one of his other friends left, and since he doesn't drink I took it instead.

He asked me what it was like to feel drunk or tipsy, and I said that the feeling of drunkenness in the mind makes one feel bolder to say the things they normally wouldn't, maybe due to societal or social pressure. "That's why a lot of people suddenly get racist while drunk," I laughed.

We chatted more as we waited for the bread to bake.

Then the conversation came about age and how he thought of the friend group I'm part of as his older family and I reminded him that I was 35, a whole ten years older than he was. He was flabbergasted.

"Ten years? You act like...like my age!!"

"You act more like my age," I scoffed back.

"But your energy, the way you just are, I don't see you the same as everyone else. Like you got it together but at the same time you're just so vibrant."

I beamed, yeah. If no one can pinpoint my age then I must be doing something right with my skincare routine.

But then I saw a look in his eyes appear, a specific look. A look I've seen in men before but I chose to ignore it. Maybe my one can of alcohol was impairing me.

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The next day we carpooled together to hang out with the group downtown. When I drove him back home to his parent's place he suggested we sit in the car and just chat together in front of the house, something I hadn't done with anyone in a long time and I welcomed it.

There it was again, that look. He leaned back in the seat and placed his arms above his head.

We got on the conversation of dating, and how he's trying to date this one person he met through another mutual group but it's hard for him to figure out what to say as he has only gone on one date with her, his first date ever, and he wants to take her on another. He also asked about how my husband and I met and how lucky he is to be with me.

"Why would you say he's lucky?"

He stared me straight in the eyes.

"Legit, any guy in the group would be crawling for the chance to be with you. Even...Just the way you are, you're...you're beautiful."

Ah, that look has words attached with it now.

We chatted for two more hours.

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My husband still isn't ready for me to date anyone else yet, not that I have inquired about anyone in specific as I haven't fallen for anyone. Only four other people know I'm polyamorous, though one is still trying to get the concept wrapped around his head. This friend isn't one of them and I know for sure he wouldn't be down to be in such a situation, and I respect that. But in another timeline, another series of events, maybe I wouldn't have minded being the older woman in a relationship as his eyes said more than just those two words ever could.

[onepandaparfait]

Road To... Series Review

*disclaimer: I’m calling the characters Bing, Bob, and Dorothy because it’s easier to keep track of them. I don’t ship rpf.

**disclaimer 2: I have read these actors wikis. You don’t need to tell me what they’ve done.

I caught Road to Bali on TV recently and decided to finish the rest of the famous Bing Crosby, Bob Hope, and Dorothy Lamour series. I now know why Road to El Dorado turned out so gay and polyamorous, because well, it’s in the original. In that 40s/50s way that’s both gay and homophobic at the same time. (like two male character will kiss and go yuck but it's lighthearted)

Because these movies will not leave my mind, here’s my ranking of the series from favorite to least favorite.

Road to Morocco

The premise is that Bing sells Bob into slavery (A constant in this series is Bing stealing from Bob or getting Bob into situations), but luckily a beautiful princess (Dorothy) has bought Bob with the intention to marry him due to a premonition that says her first husband will die within a week. Bing shows up at the palace to save him and a love triangle ensues.

Ok no surprise here, but this one is the best. Not only are the jokes better, but the camerawork is a major step up from the previous two AND it actually has songs I like (they are currently on repeat).

There’s gag where a camel kisses both Bing and Bob and they think the other has kissed them. They both go in to kiss a mirage Dorothy and end up kissing each other. The movie ends with them both getting girlfriends, so that’s nice.

Road to Rio

The premise is that Bing and Bob stowaway on a ship and save a wealthy Dorothy from committing suicide (just like in Titanic) and they have to save her from her evil aunt who is hypnotizing her. Kinda complicated, but zany fun.

Second Best. Some really funny bits like the closet fight. I like that the trio was up against a real villain. I also like that Dorothy has to seduce Bob to get him to go along with their plan. I don’t care for the very last joke where it’s revealed that Bob is hypnotizing Dorothy, but it doesn’t ruin the movie for me.

Road to Bali

Oddly the only film in color. Ok so… Bing and Bob are on an island where both fall in love with Dorothy, but she can’t decide which one she wants to marry, so she decides to marry them both, but on the day of the wedding, she’s prevented from going, so Bing and Bob marry each other and the volcano is ok with polyamory but not gay marriage so it destroys the island and in the end Bing gets two girls and Bob gets none.

It’s my third favorite, because of how silly it is. Also there’s a scene after the wedding where Bing and Bob hold hands on a bed that I found weirdly cute?? I just don’t like that Bob ends up alone at the end of most of these. There are a lot of jokes throughout the series about how ugly he is and I don’t see it??

Road to Utopia

Ok… Bob and Bing are showmen who pretend to be criminals to get to a gold mine in Alaska. The map they stole was previously stolen from Dorothy whose father originally found the mine. Dorothy seduces both men to try and get the map from them, but the map is stolen from them by another group and it becomes a race to the gold mine. Bing and Bob befriend a cute dog. Bob gets to cuddle a real black bear. Bing and Bob share a bed which is another constant in the series.

The opening and closing gag was really good and I always like the movies where Dorothy has a bigger role. I also really like the song “It’s Anybody’s Spring” that they perform on the boat. This one is lower on the list because of Robert Benchley’s commentary, which I found annoying and wish wasn’t in the movie.

Road to Singapore

The one that kicked off the rest of the series. It’s an interesting watch because it’s so different from the rest. It’s really domestic and slow. Dorothy moves into Bing and Bob’s house after they save her and a good chunk of the movie is just about them living together. This one ranks low because while I enjoyed the first two acts, the third act features a very long bit with the trio in blackface.

Road to Zanzibar

This one is disappointing because it has a good premise, but does nothing with it. Bing and Bob are con artists who get conned by two female con artists (one of whom is Dorothy of course). Interesting that even though there are two women in this movie, the focus is still the love triangle between Bing, Bob and Dorothy. It could’ve been great. But to no surprise this one is pretty racist and boring.

Road to Hong Kong

The last one in the series and the WORST. Dorothy is only here in one brief scene and you can feel her absence. Her scene is the only good part of the movie. Everything else just makes me cringe and somehow this is the most racist one.

Ok if I had to say something good, I like the opening song and there’s a scene that I thought was cute where Bing has to teach Bob how to flirt (because Bob lost his memory).

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I recommend checking this series out. Its all in the public domain and on youtube. I would like for there to be more then one fic. Just a heads up, these movies contain typical 40s/50s/60s racism. Dorothy is often playing a nonwhite person (usually not in blackface).

[neowinestainedress]

for your eyes only | jeong jaehyun

title: for your eyes only | part of christmas must be something more

pairing: jeong jaehyun x oc

summary: jaehyun doesn't know it yet, but he looks really pretty in pink.

genre: smut, non-idol au, established relationship, (implied) polyamorous relationship, smutmas

warnings: cross-dressing | public (kinda), cross-dressing, feminization, sex toys (anal vibrator), oral sex (f receiving), lot of praises, pet names, pegging, overstimulation, coming untouched, dubcon (when will jade and jaehyun stop trying new kinks without talking before? never. that’s it, that’s the dubious consent, jae is unsure as always but he discovers a new kink so...) sub!jaehyun, dom!oc

words: 6.565k

taglist: @webscreams @multislut @roxyvogue @dullparadisewithtxt @yutas-princess02 @seongwhaffels @cosmiczen @adorejhyun | couldn't tag: @yutascoffee127

a/n: babygirl jaehyun brain goes brrrr. the clothes he wears are linked, i tried to describe them cause i know it gives wattpad 2012 but i thought that with pictures you could visualize it better

Jaehyun had no idea how he ended there, walking around the mall trying to seem unbothered by the random vibrations that were making him go crazy. 

Or well, he did. It was Jade’s fault as always.

“You want me to wear this outside?” Jaehyun squealed once Jade’s words hit him as he turned the butt plug in his hands, looking at it with wide eyes. 

“Mh, mh,” she hummed as if she didn’t propose anything scandalous. 

Well, not like they were going to do anything wild that day. It was just an afternoon to go shopping at the mall for fun since the others were busy or weren’t in the mood to go out. 

“I — I…” he stammered. “Why don’t you do this with Taeyong? I’m pretty sure he would be absolutely down for it.” 

She chuckled, finishing fixing her hair in the slicked-back ponytail with the side bang, and then turned back to him, still unaffected by the whole thing. 

“It’s just for fun, it’s not like I will fuck you somewhere in the mall,” she teased with a smirk before winking at him. 

“Okay, then why?” 

“I want you to be ready for when we come home and I can peg you.” 

“Again?” 

“You had a blast last time, don’t hide it, you came like three times and two untouched so you can’t say you don’t like it.” 

“Fine,” he huffed before his face blushed red and he asked, “can you prep me?” 

After years, Jaehyun still had no idea how she could have so much power over him and convince him to do anything. Not that they couldn’t stop if he didn’t want to, but he didn’t really want to. 

It was fine, for now. The long sweater and the coat were hiding his semi-hard boner and since it was Wednesday there weren’t many people around. The vibrations were also always very low or zero, and the feeling of being filled was oddly nice. 

Everything was going overall well; walking around the different shops holding hands and bags as they looked for gifts and things they needed. 

“I need to buy some clothes,” Jade exclaimed, dragging him into a shop. 

“Clo-closet empty?” He asked when they were halfway through it, confused by the number of skirts and sweater tops she was picking up, but she didn’t answer. 

“Do you like this pink top?” She asked, ignoring his words, picking up a button-up pastel pink cardigan that reached just above the navel. 

He hummed. “It’d look a-amazing on you,” he forced out. Even though he didn’t really get the point of wearing cropped tops in winter, they were indeed cute, especially on her. And he didn’t even understand why she was giggling at his answer but the low vibrations down there weren’t making him dare to let out many words, afraid moans were going to come out instead.

“I — I don’t think we can both come in together,” he mumbled when she pushed him into the fitting room with her after getting everything she needed. 

“I’m sure no one will care,” Jade replied, smiling at him. 

“Are you going to try them on?” He asked, eyes skimming over her body nervously as he bit his thumb’s nail. Seeing her half-naked was the last thing he needed, to be honest. “Why are you smiling like that?” His voice was shaky and low, trying to understand the look on her face. “You don’t… you don’t want me to…” he whispered incredulously, gaze now falling on the skimpy clothes she picked. 

“You don’t want to look pretty for me?” She asked, voice gentle and head tilted to the side, staring at him softly. 

“I don’t… I’ve never done this. I… What if somebody comes in?” 

“The door is locked, and I’m pretty sure nobody would barge in without at least knocking first.” 

“I’m a… I mean, I’m a man and those are…” he almost whimpered, voice shaking more. “Like there’s nothing wrong with it, and clothes are clothes, it’s just I — I’ve never seen myself like this.”

“I know,” she replied, turning around to look through her bag and grabbing something. “Are you totally uncomfortable with that?” She checked in. Jade knew that trying something like this out of the blue and in public was a big move, especially with him. Taeyong wouldn’t have blinked an eye, probably he would’ve even picked something himself that he wanted to try, considering how much he found out he loved wearing her clothes, but Jaehyun was totally new to this, and she couldn’t risk making him uncomfortable. 

Jaehyun gulped, biting his lips. She looked amazing in pink soft typically considered feminine clothes, Taeyong looked pretty wearing those clothes, but he never, ever, imagined wearing anything of that kind. No matter how much he found that peachy pink beautiful and how soft most of the things felt to the touch… there was nothing wrong with that, but he wasn’t like that. 

Yet, here he was. 

Seriously pondering if he should’ve given in or not. He breathed deeply, they could’ve stopped at any moment, Jade would’ve never forced him into something he wasn’t comfortable with, and maybe it would’ve turned out a fun thing to try. 

“You won’t mock me, right? This is —shit— not to make fun of me?” 

“No, peach,” she replied, caressing his face. “I’d never do that. I’ve been thinking you’d look amazing with something softer. There’s nothing that deserves shaming in wearing feminine clothes, or make-up. You are a very pretty boy and I think you’d look amazing in those clothes.” 

And when his dick twitched in his pants at that pet name, he knew he was too far gone to tell her no. So he hummed, gaining a comforting smile. He was with her, nothing could’ve gone wrong. 

“Wear this,” she said handing him a pink-laced panties. 

“These are yours,” he whispered. It was embarrassing but he remembered all her lingerie by heart. 

“Yeah, I’m not going to make you try this stuff like this.”  

“But I’m… I’m big,” Jaehyun mumbled, the tip of his ears turning red as he stared at the floor. 

She chuckled, well, that was the point of everything. “It’s fine, they should cover pretty much of you… if you’re not hard.” 

He hummed, turning around, and starting to get rid of his pants and underwear, disgusted by the way the black boxers had a visible wet patch on the front. He held in a whimper when the fabric brushed against his —pretty much— hard dick and then turned around. 

“Are you okay?” She checked in, lifting his lowered head with two fingers. 

He nodded, lips pressed together. 

“Good,” she replied, kissing him gently. “If it gets too much we’ll stop,” she reassured him. “I know it is a pretty rough start for something like this since we’ve never done this.” 

Jaehyun smiled, heart jumping in his throat when she looked through the skirts. 

“We’ll start with something long, okay?” She said, picking up a knee-length black skirt with white lines that formed black squares. 

“That’s long for you?” he asked, eyeing the piece she was holding. 

“It’s long, babe.” 

“It’s mid-length for me, it will never arrive at my knees, fuck.” 

“Try it,” she handed it to him. “I’m sure it’ll look amazing. The white lines are pretty.” 

He grabbed it with shaky hands. “You… you’ll look?” 

“Want me to turn around?” 

“No, no,” he stopped her, voice dying in his throat. “I — I feel… need your comfort.” 

She smiled. “I’m right here, babe. You’re doing good.” 

And with that, he slipped into the skirt, the soft fabric slipped easily around his thighs and then on his waist, sitting pretty on his hips… weirdly prettily he thought as he swirled around to look at himself in the mirror. 

“You look beautiful, do you like it?” She asked, caressing his hips softly. 

“Mhh,” he hummed, “it’s nice… I guess.” 

“Do you feel like trying a top too?” 

“I don’t… I don’t think they’ll fit me.” 

“We’ll make your big boobs fit somehow,” she joked but the comment made him redden even more. 

“No, no, please,” he mumbled when the vibrations picked up as he pulled his sweater off and tried to grab the white woolen sweater she was passing to him. 

“I’m sure you can take it, right? You can be my good boy?” 

“Ye-yeah, be good… for you,” he whimpered, turning around trying not to fall on the ground and looking at the mirror as he tried to get into the top. “I’m stuck,” he whined, struggling to pull down the sleeves. 

“Here,” she reassured, pulling it down for him and then fixing it on his body. 

“Thank — thank you,” Jaehyun whispered, lifting his gaze to the mirror. “I think it’s, umh, a little tight.” 

“It looks good on you, though,” she said, now caressing the exposed bit of his waist that neither the skirt nor the top covered. “We can leave it though, if you don’t like it.” 

“Yeah. I — I want to, mmph,” he whimpered, hand flat against the wall in front of him and legs pressed together as the vibrations picked up again. “Not fair.” 

“You want?” Jade asked, ignoring his words, raising the vibrations even more, hearing his breath getting heavier. 

“The — the pink.” 

“The top or the skirt? Or both?” 

He turned around struggling on his knees, already hating how overwhelmed he was. “You choose.” 

“Maybe you can try this one?” She proposed. 

“It’s… it’s a dress.” 

“A beautiful dress, you loved it before when I took it.” 

“On… on you,” he replied, swallowing hard. “You’d look, uh, pretty, you’d look so so —fuck— pretty.” 

She cupped his chin. “You’d look pretty in it. Try it. We’re here for you.” 

He nodded, soft mumbles spilling out of his mouth senselessly, getting out of the skirt easily. “I’m stuck,” he almost cried when the top blocked him again and he shivered when he felt her touch on his abs, holding in a moan when her fingers grazed his sensitive nipples. “Here, baby boy,” she kissed him slowly before passing him the dress. 

“It’s silky,” he noticed, feeling the fabric in his hand. “I might like it.” 

“Silk dresses are the best, they give me the best confidence boost,” she said, helping him put it on, the fabric stretching around his fit muscles, and then wrapping around his body perfectly, falling loosely around him. 

And it did feel good, somehow he liked the way the material felt on his skin, and the way it fell on his body, the v-line showing most of his chest, the long sleeves dropping softly on his arms. 

“So?” She asked

“I — I like it,” he confessed and then a low moan rolled out of his lips when, swinging the skirt, it brushed against his tip. “I’ll take it off, now.”

“Skirt and pink top, now,” she cheered, putting the white top aside to remember not to buy it. “Your favourites.” 

He blushed harder, a faint smile on his face and anticipation rising until he realized he was naked, hard on, vibrating toy in his ass, and laced panties in a fucking fitting room. “I — I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said, covering, making her lift a brow. 

“The wet stain on your panties says otherwise, baby.” 

“No, I… I’m so… so…” 

“Pretty? Beautiful? Graceful?” 

“Exposed.” 

She walked closer, pressing her lips on his, kissing him harder. “There’s only me, peach. And to me, you look amazing.” 

He nodded, feeling high on pleasure, disconnected. “I — please, slow — slow them.” 

“Put the skirt on first.” 

“I — I can’t. No, fuck,” he cried, voice clipped, abs twitching as the vibration got higher again before slowing down, the ups and downs cutting his breath short. 

“Skirt,” she ordered. 

He tried to move in it, almost falling to the ground, feeling it was impossible to move. “It’s small.” 

“It’s perfect.”

Jaehyun turned around in the mirror. “You can see my butt,” he said in a high-pitched voice. “And my… my, fuck.” 

“Your cock in those pretty panties? Yeah, it looks beautiful.” 

He started to tap his feet on the ground, swallowing harder. “I can’t.” 

“You can, you’re doing pretty amazing even if you’re making a mess.” 

He looked down, shivering at the way he could feel the pre-cum stick to the fabric of the panties. 

“Need help with the cardigan?” She asked, and he hummed, letting her put it on him, this time without teasing the sensitive buds on his chest. 

“See, they look pretty together, do you like the way it feels?” 

“I like the top,” he confessed, touching it. “I look good, yeah, fuck.” 

“You look really fuckable,” she teased, making him lose a beat. 

“Is it… a compliment?” 

She hummed before touching him with one hand as the other controlled the vibration making him bend over. “No, baby, up,” she said grabbing his hair and pulling him back against her. 

Jaehyun’s eyes went wide when their bodies touched and his back pressed against her. 

“Are,” he started, words dying in his mouth, “are you wearing the —shit, shit, fuck—” 

“I can’t wait to go back home to fuck you,” she whispered against his ear, pressing the strap-on harder against him.  

“No, no. We really, we shouldn’t be doing this,” he whined, voice shaking and heart pounding loud. 

“No one will hear,” she said, moving a hand forward to touch him and starting to kiss his neck. “Well, If you keep quiet.”

“No, no,” he cried, even if his body bucked against her. He did want her, so fucking badly, and he wouldn’t even have minded this if he was more used to it, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t. He was so bad at this, he wasn’t like Taeyong, or her. They were really good at following the rules, at knowing what they were doing, but he was terrible. 

“Orange,” he cried, tears spilling down his face and she immediately pulled away, shutting the vibrator down and turning him around. 

“Hey, baby, look at me,” she ordered with a caring tone, caressing his face. 

“I… I’m sorry,” Jaehyun whimpered. 

“No, no,” she reassured. “No apologies, babe. We said we would stop. I’m sorry, I should’ve known this would’ve been too much for you.” 

“I want you.” 

“No, you don’t need to force yourself.” 

“No, please, can you,” he panted, sitting on the stool but regretting when the toy pushed against him, “can you listen? I said orange, not red.” 

“Yeah, right. I just, okay, go on.” 

“I… I want you, and I wa-want to do this,” he said, pointing at the clothes, “but at home. I want you to fuck me at home. I don’t think I’m ready for this. I know I’ve been prepped by now, but, I don’t feel, I don’t feel used enough to that, we never do it and you’re good, you’re so good, you’re the best, I’d let you do anything but I — I’m not like —” 

She shushed him with a kiss, caressing his face, “It’s enough. No need to compare, okay?”

He nodded, reaching closer for another small kiss. 

“Should we buy these things and go home?” She asked, quirking a brow when he stayed there. “Jae?” 

“Baby. Call me, baby.” 

She smiled tenderly at him; cheeks flushed, body slumped against the wall, fit thighs barely covered by the small pastel pink mini skirt and he looked so fucking cute in that soft cropped cardigan. 

“Fine, baby. Can we leave?” 

He shook his head, voice coming out as an embarrassed whisper, “I need to come, please. Can’t make it at home.” 

“Are you sure you’ll buy that skirt?” 

“Fo-for me?” He asked confused because he couldn’t quite understand the correlation with his request but, for the state he was in, he couldn’t even be able to add two plus two, so he didn’t think it through. 

“Yeah, for you.” 

“Yeah, I like it,” he replied. “You… you don’t want me to wear it outside, right?” 

Jade smiled, almost chuckling. They didn’t define their reversed dynamics, mostly because having him on his knees seemed to be a one-time thing. Nothing of that kind ever happened again, well, apart from her trying to have some dominance but it always ended with him on top. So she didn’t even think they had anything to discuss, so technically she couldn’t even ask him to go that far, but it was cute that the thought didn’t cross his mind. 

“No, I think I’d like to keep this for my eyes only… for now.” 

“And not even the others, right?” 

She shook her head, grabbing the remote and raising the vibrations unexpectedly, making him moan loudly. 

“Are you insane?” 

She laughed, and he let his head roll back when they didn’t stop. 

“Is everything alright?” A voice from the outside asked and Jaehyun’s eyes went wide. 

“Oh, umh,” he mumbled, trying to calm his breath but the vibrations kept being steady. “Yeah, thanks. I, mmh, turned and —shit— sorry, dumb me stubbed the toe against the seat.” 

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” 

“Yeah. It, ah, hurts, but it’s… fine, it’s fine, thanks.” 

“Alright. If you need anything we’re at the desk.” 

“Thanks,” he forced out, looking at Jade with what wanted to be glaring eyes. 

“It’s too much,” he whispered, gripping the seat under him, knuckles going white. 

“You said you wanted to come, didn’t you?” 

He nodded, lips trapped in his teeth, feeling his brain fogged as not only the vibration kept going but now the toy pushed deeper into him. 

“Kiss me,” he begged. “Please, tell me, tell me I’m doing —fuck— good. I’m your good boy, right? Even if I — even if I —fuck— stopped you?” 

She kissed him. “Yes, you are always my good boy. Good boys know their limits, right?” 

He hummed, bucking his hips up to get more contact with her. 

“Good boys look pretty in their pretty feminine clothes.” 

“Yeah.” 

“And good boys come in them, too, right?” 

Realization hit him. “Their not, not mine, not yet, not —fuck—” 

“You will ruin them I’m sure, we’ll have to buy them.” 

“They will —shit— they will know, no, uhm,” he moaned, rolling his head back, making his lips bleed from how hard he was pressing to hold back the moans as he felt the orgasm approach. 

“I’m pretty sure they know already.” 

He shook his head, tears starting to roll down. He didn’t want to make an embarrassing mess but it was either now or in the pants he was going to use to walk to the car and in the middle of the mall. 

“Please,” he moaned. 

“Come for me,” she ordered, raising the vibrations and sending him over the edge, knocking the breath out of him, eyes snapping open before squeezing shut as he felt the waves hit him. 

“Good boy.” She kissed him, chest panting hard. “Good, good boy.” 

“I need, need a moment,” he breathed out.

She chuckled, messing his hair playfully. 

“Fuck, I…” he whispered, looking down. “I made a mess.” 

“Pretty much. We can clean it up a little if it helps.” 

“What if they ask why we’re buying something ruined?” He mumbled, bringing his hands to his face. When Jade kneeled at his level and started cleaning him up with a wet wipe he felt like crying. 

“Better, babe?” 

He nodded. “Tha-thank you.” 

“I feel generous,” she said, chuckling. “I do the checkout and you’ll wait for me outside, okay?” 

“Are you sure?” 

She nodded, standing up and leaving a peck on his lips in the way. “You already crossed enough limits today,” she said. “And I need this to be over because I am not finished.” 

When they arrived home they rushed upstairs, not even caring to check if somebody else was home. 

“My panties look good on you,” she whispered, leaving him bare, the only thing covering him being her underwear that he never took off. 

Jaehyun’s head lowered, too embarrassed to look at her. Hating the way his dick was hard once again, dripping pre-cum desperately. 

“You’re so pretty when you’re embarrassed, you know?” She said, caressing his face, and lifting it from facing the floor. “When you stammer, when your voice shakes and gets higher, when you’re all red.” Her lips met his in a soft kiss before she pulled away, picking something from the bags full of clothes. 

“Wait. You — you want me to wear it?” He asked, gulping hard, staring at the pink clothes in her hand. 

“What have we bought them for?” She cocked her head, winking. 

Jaehyun nodded. “Yeah, yeah, of course, of course,” he mumbled. “Can — can you help me with the cardigan? It — it gets stuck, and I — I —” 

Jade kissed him, stopping his ramble. “I’m here, I surely will help my pretty boy to look like a doll.” 

Jaehyun groaned in a high-pitched voice at the name, shivering when her fingers caressed his body. “Don’t tease me.” 

She chuckled, humming under her breath before she told him to lift his arms and pushed the soft fuzzy cardigan on him again. “It looks so good on you, baby boy.” 

His face colored of a bright pink again, looking down to admire how the top laid on him and found it hotter than he wanted to. But when she handed him the skirt he hesitated again, groaning when he had to bend to slip it on before it sat on his hips just like before. 

“Do a twirl for me,” she ordered, and he obeyed with no second thoughts, shivering and whining when the skirt flew up and exposed him even more. “So, so pretty,” she praised, voice sultry and low. “Get on your knees.” 

“On — on my knees?” He stuttered, eyes moving quickly around, thinking he heard wrong. 

“Yes, babe, now.”

Jaehyun nodded, kneeling, whimpering when his dick brushed against the laced texture and pressed against his thigh, the toy still filling him, enough to drive him insane even if it wasn’t vibrating. He had no idea where he found the strength to look up, but he was glad he did when she started to undress, the heavy clothes dropping behind on the chair while she was only in her expensive bra, the strap-on toy hovering over him now that her panties where on the floor. He didn’t even know what took over him when he voluntarily leaned in and licked the tip while looking straight into her eyes, but none of them could care about the reason why, when this was so hot. 

“Good boy,” she praised, holding the base and pushing closer to him, waiting for his mouth to open, pushing half the size in. “Get it all wet for me so I can fuck you hard.” 

His eyes closed at her words, cock throbbing in his panties and he was glad the skirt at least covered that and the embarrassing amount of cum leaking out of his slit. 

“It’s big,” he mumbled when the tip reached his back, and his eyes looked up at hers, shivering at the way she was staring at him, drifting his gaze when she chuckled and just started moving her hips against his face. 

“Just like yours, isn’t it?” She teased, grabbing his hair to tug them behind and push the toy deeper in his mouth, making him gag on it and mumble words she could barely understand. And she knew that if only that wasn’t a toy she would’ve come already. She couldn’t even remember seeing him go down on any of their boyfriends, but it was so hot to see him choke on a dick and make a mess. She could see the wet patch on the skirt. 

A louder moan rolled from her mouth when Jaehyun’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and his moans got messier, hips moving around while he tried to get some kind of relief while he eagerly sucked on the toy as if she could come from it. She pulled out and he gasped, spit rolling down his chin and red eyes looking up at her, trying to breathe in some air. 

“Please,” he breathed out; chest panting and knees hurting against the floor, “fuck me, please. I — I need you.” 

Jade smirked, tilting her head, and caressing his face, smearing the mess before pushing it back into his mouth. “Want mommy to fuck you?” 

He nodded eagerly, gulping hard, swinging his hips side to side in anticipation. Shame long forgotten in the back of his brain. 

“Get on the bed, princess.” 

His brain spun at the name, legs barely supporting the weight of his body while he tried to run on the bed. 

“Let me take this out of you, okay?” Her hand moved to push his legs apart, moving the panties to the side to have space to push the toy out, his hole already ruined by all the stretch it had been put under for the entire day. 

“No, don’t take it off,” he screamed when she lifted the skirt, making her brow quirk. 

“Eased into it, baby boy? Also, I wasn’t going to, I told you I want to fuck you in these.” 

He hummed, relaxing again against the bed. “I — I like it. I look good in these and — and then —fuck,” he cried. For some reason, he was still feeling ashamed, but he was pretty sure it had nothing to do with the clothes. It was her, it was always her, and the way she got his inside twist in the best way every time she took control. “The top is — is soft, mhh, like it.” 

She smiled, pouring some more lube on the strap before pushing in. His head rolled back as soon as the toy pushed past his rim, feeling the tip already stretching him more than the toy did. 

“Are you okay?” She checked, staring at him, smiling when he only nodded frenetically and tried to open his eyes. 

“Please, fuck me.” 

Her hands moved on his thighs until they reached the back of his knees and pushed them close to his chest, bottoming completely. “You’re so ready for me, baby. See, you should always listen to me when I tell you to do something.” 

“Is it — is it big-bigger?” He asked through ragged breaths, blinking his eyes as he tried to look down but failing to see anything other than his aching cock still pressed in the tight lingerie and her body pressed against him. 

“No, baby boy, it’s always the same. Want it bigger?” 

Jaehyun quickly shook his head. He could barely take this he didn’t even want to imagine something bigger. And when she laughed at his panicked face, he blushed red. “It’s just — I — I would fail you.” 

She shook her head, kissing his lips, and rubbing a hand on his boner, making him hiss and whimper through the kiss. “You won’t ever fail me, baby. You’re so good, just look at you now.” 

He hummed, nodding with his eyes closed, feeling on the edge every time her fingers grazed on his sensitive tip, the laced fabric sending stronger buzzes of pleasure through his bones. 

“You’re so hard, baby,” she moaned, pressing harder on him, watching as his body twitched. 

“Is — is it bad?” 

“How can it be bad?” 

Jaehyun didn’t reply, no words formed in his mind now that she started moving in and out with calculated thrusts. He was honestly surprised at how different she was when she had control, nothing of his lazy, subby girl was there, not even a faint memory. Her hips snapped with force, her legs strongly kept her body up, and her hands wrapped firmly around his waist, little did it matter they barely fit around him, her grip was still strong and made him shiver. 

“Taking my cock so well, pretty boy,” she praised. Her eyes moved from his face to his legs, pussy clenching and dripping down the vibrator inside of her while she stared at his throbbing hard dick caged inside her pink panties and the skirt bouncing with every thrust. He truly was so pretty. A grin crept on her face when his hips started jerking up messily, a sweet reminder that he wasn’t used to all of this. And that only turned her on so much more, the way he was so vulnerable and open compared to their other times together drove her insane. There was something about having control over him that couldn’t compare to anything else. 

It was so good that she couldn’t even get mad when he came untouched in his, hers, panties —at this point, it didn’t matter anymore— moaning and shaking. She didn’t care about rules with him, she just wanted to see his walls fall down, and the more he came, the better. 

“I — I made a mess,” he groaned, choking on a small sob, looking down where his cum stained her panties and his skirt. Shaken by the orgasm and also by everything that was going on, he felt so vulnerable and he felt like he could cry. But apparently Jade was unfazed by this and it still wasn’t enough. “I’m sorry,” he still blubbered, fearing she was disappointed in him. 

“I can’t drag you anywhere like you do with me, so I need you to turn around,” she ordered with a smile on her face, pulling out and staring at him with tender eyes that made him let out the breath he was holding in. “Face the mirror, pretty.” 

“I — I don’t think I, umh, can stand,” he cried out, chest still panting, and legs shaking. Jade smiled, it was cute how much he could keep up when he was in his dominant space compared to his sub-space. 

“You just have to turn on the bed and stand at the edge on your hands and knees,” she explained, caressing his thigh to soothe him. 

Jaehyun nodded, pressing his lips in a thin line as he gathered the strength to move even an inch of his body. But, somehow, he did, positioning himself how she wanted, watching her move behind him, waiting patiently to feel her again. His eyes followed her move, silently admiring how she pressed against him, pulling down the drenched panties and throwing them at the side, and then pouring more lube inside his ass, making him twitch when the cold liquid made contact with his sensitive skin. 

“This skirt was made for you,” she praised, lifting it up, exposing his bare ass and sinking deep inside him, hitting his prostate. Jaehyun’s head fell down, choked moans dying in his mouth as tears menaced to spill from his eyes. 

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” she ordered, grabbing his hair to keep his head up, forcing him to meet his wasted image in the reflecting surface. “See how pretty you are?” 

He hummed, biting his lips as he struggled to keep his eyes open, the pleasure fogging his brain fully. 

“You are mommy’s pretty boy, aren’t you?” She asked, stopping her movement. “Aren’t you?” She groaned, tugging his hair. 

“Ye-yeah, fuck, yes. Your pretty — umh,” he groaned, words dying in his mouth. 

She smiled, hips picking the same rhythm. “Good boy.” 

“Good — good girl,” he whispered, making her hips falter for a second, eyebrows quirking. 

“Me?” 

He shook his head. “M-me, please. Wanna — wanna be your good girl, please. Please, mommy, let me — call me a good girl.” 

Jade was shocked, staring into his eyes in the mirror, not able to hide her expression. Not even Taeyong ever arrived that far, and that was the last thing she expected today —or ever— from Jaehyun. But just because she wasn’t expecting it, it didn’t mean she didn’t love it. So she shook her head, dusting out of her haze and started fucking him faster. 

“Want to be mommy’s good girl?” 

Jaehyun nodded, tears falling down his face as the overstimulation was making him shake. 

“You gotta work for it, don’t you know it?” 

He nodded. “Wan — want to be pretty for you, please. Fuck — fuck the pretty in me.” 

She chuckled tenderly at his words. “Oh, baby girl, you already have it in you, you don’t need me to fuck the pretty in you.” 

Jaehyun let out a whine, head rolling back, his adam’s apple moving up and down with every deep swallow of spit. 

“Look at me while I fuck you,” she groaned, leaning flat against his back, her cheek pressing against his, meeting his wet skin. 

His head moved back in place, blinking repeatedly to wipe away the clumps of tears. “Fuck,” he whimpered, “you’re — you’re so hot.” The smirk that formed on her face at his words made his head spin. She was hot and she knew it and kept using it against him and here he was, a complete brain-shut mess under her. He almost screamed when she pushed him a bit higher, just enough that more of his body could be seen in the reflection. 

Jaehyun couldn’t hold in the moans anymore, letting out high-pitched screams and desperate whimpers that never belonged to him. She wasn’t bigger than him, or stronger, yet he felt so small and helpless right at that moment that his whole body started shaking. Her strong scent, a mix between her natural one and the sultry perfume she was wearing, surrounded him whole, her hands all over his body, and her eyes stared intensely into him. He whined when his arms gave up, upper body falling limp, almost tumbling on the floor if only she didn’t hold him up, and then dragged them both further into the middle of the bed. 

“Don’t be clumsy,” she warned, leaving a smack on his ass. 

“’m sorry,” he whined, cheek pressed against the duvet. “Too good, you’re — you’re too, too good.” 

She couldn’t say anything; it was too good. The sight in front of her was driving her insane just as much. His pink, feminine clothes wrapped around his fit, broad body, his soft brown hair dampened on his forehead, his cheeks flushed with red and wet with tears, and his whimpers and moans. That was everything she had dreamed of and more. So as a natural response her hips started snapping with more force against him. 

Longer, strained moans came from him, muffled by the sheets that pressed against his flushed face, mouth agape with some drool dripping unconsciously down the corner of his mouth, creating a wet patch. 

Her fingers grazed his cheek, moving her thumb in circles, smiling back when his lips turned into a fucked out smile. “You’re so beautiful, baby, you know?” 

Jaehyun hummed, eyes closed and ass arching up even more. 

“You’re taking me so well, taking mommy’s big cock as if you were made for me,” she praised, pulling his cheeks apart, and eliciting a deeper groan from him. 

“I — I don’t — I — can’t take it longer, please, Miss,” he blubbered, trying to lift his neck to look at her but he felt boneless. 

She smirked, the name ‘miss’ sparking a fire inside her. “Can you be a good girl and come without my hand?” 

“Yes, yes. Just — just keep, keep fucking me,” he begged, head falling down the mattress again, whole body shaking, shivers covering his skin as he felt close again. His brain was so hazed with pleasure that he didn’t even realize he started fucking back into her, meeting her in the middle, soft flesh bouncing beautifully as she kept stretching him wide and deep. 

The last thrusts were sloppier, pleasure overwhelming both of them. Her nails dug in the exposed part of skin between the cardigan and skirt, while his sank in the sheets. Loud and shaky moans filling the room with the harsh smacks of her hips against his ass. A wail ripped from his lips when the orgasm rippled through him, big hard dick throbbing while spurting out white cum, making a mess on the skirt and the bedding, thighs trembling and heart beating so fast in his chest he felt he could pass out. Jade’s orgasm wasn’t any less intense, the vibrations raised to the maximum and his whimpers, his face, and his body pushed her off the edge with force. 

The room was thick with sex air as they stayed there, her body collapsing on his, making him cringe when his skin met the pool of cum, but he was too tired to move or do anything. 

“You did so well, baby girl,” Jade praised, testing the ground with the feminine name, and sighing in relief when Jaehyun smiled at it and even blushed a little. His sub-space lasted a while, she could be quite sure of it now. “You accept challenges and ace them every time. I’m so proud of you, you know?” Her fingers rubbed the back of his head, grazing the neck, making him shiver. She kept praising him while leaving kisses all over his neck and shoulders, moving the soft top down to have access to his burning skin, her hands caressing his body until he stopped trembling. 

When she pulled out, Jaehyun whined, looking for her, moving his hands around. 

“I’m here,” she said, grabbing it. “Come here, let’s turn around and lay on the clean side of the bed for a while,” she ordered, helping him move to rest on the sheets, pushing the duvet off the bed. 

“Good girl, ugh?” She teased chuckling, brushing his hair back, after a few minutes of silence. 

“Shut up,” he replied, hiding in the crook of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I get why you like being called that so much.” 

Jade laughed tenderly at his comment. “I really love how this fit looks on you, you know?” She said, caressing his chest, causing his face to blush red once again. 

“So, you weren’t mocking?” 

She shook her head. “There’s nothing to mock. I was a pink clothes hater too when I was fully immersed in my internalized misogyny era but thank god I’m out of it,” she laughed, making him giggle too. “And clothes are just clothes at the end of the day, so if you like something just rock it.” 

Jaehyun smiled, feeling safe and protected, another reminder that in that home he could’ve always been anything and they would’ve loved him anyway, it didn’t really matter that this thing didn’t start from him. “I really like it too,” he whispered, looking down at the clothes that were still covering his body. “I might actually wear it sometimes… inside the house… when it’s just us.” 

Jade smiled back, pecking his lips. “I don’t mind if something of you is only mine to see.” 

“Good, cause for now this will be for your eyes only.” 

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𓆩 Is it Permanent? 𓆪

Sirius Black x Fem!reader Summary ▻ It is apparent in his actions that he is hiding something from you, and one night while getting ready, that 'secret' was soon discovered. Warning(s) ▻ mentions of drinking, pregnancy (not the reader), polyamorous relationship, parties, tattoos, scars, same sex marriage is legal... And just PURE FLUFF. Word Count ▻ 1.6k+

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ

You were invited to a party where James and Lily were the one hosting. It has been quite awhile since you had hang out with your other friends.

Decided its best to be early this time, you started getting ready even though there's two more hours for the party to even start— Lily specifically said 'not be late' and both you and Sirius knew that it was directed to the both of you.

Wearing the black dress that Sirius bought to match with his own black button down shirt, you wore a pair of heels to go along with it.

Checking yourself on your reflection in the mirror, also admiring the necklace that someone anonymously gave you after the wedding, you turned around to check on your lover, who's trying to fasten his belt, with his unbuttoned shirt—

You began walking towards him with a soft smile. "Here, let me do it."

You have been noticing this strange behavior—

"Oh, no I can do it myself." He made an attempt in trying to take your hands off of him but you slapped his hand away in response, he hissed— letting you completely take over.

Whenever he sleeps he usually prefers to be shirtless than wear any form of sleepwear because he said and I quote "It's hot and I need cold air to hit my beautiful skin." but for some reason these past few days he would just immediately lay down not even bothering to take it off.

You just let that one slide until—

While trying to work on the buttons something feels off—

Oddly enough, he would also just prefer to do things on his own; he would usually ask you to tie his neck tie or button his shirt for him, for the simple reason that he gets to admire your concentrating face even for a little while but now he just ignores your attempts of doing those little things for him.

Now that you get the chance to do it once again you were still feeling kinda suspicious about the said change of behavior.

He felt tense under your touch.

You had a quick glance at the black ink covering the left side of his chest, that you had never seen before, almost immediately your initial reaction was to brush the shirt out of the away and came into sight is—

Your name tattooed on his chest.

'you know damn well that's a goddamn tattoo' you thought to yourself.

Looking up to see him looking everywhere but your eyes, while scratching the back of his neck, you asked "What's this?" confusion written all over your face.

His eyes finally made contact with yours, he answered "I wanted to have a tattoo of your name. . ."

"Okay, that's pretty obvious. . . why here?"

"It's like a reminder to other people who owns my heart. . ." smiling sheepishly at you.

Corny, but sweet.

"Please say something..." He whispered, worried that you didn't like it.

Silence took over the both of you, it wasn't uncomfortable though— you just stood there staring at the tattoo, tracing it with your fingers.

"Oh, merlin you scared me." he let out with a relieved chuckle.

Looking at it one more time— "It looks. . . pretty." muttering it under you breath, failing to hide the smile that's slowly forming on your face.

"But... The reason you just gave makes you sound like a sap." you teased.

You sighed, brushing a piece of his hair behind his ear, suddenly looked at him seriously "We need to talk about this. I need to know. . . some things." You said in a stern voice.

"Oh, yes right— we do need to talk about this." He dismissed.

"But what about the party—" He started, and he stopped himself when you glared at him.

***

For the past few weeks both you and Sirius have been so busy— It has been too long, that you both forgot how comfortable, fun, even at home it felt to have these kinds of conversations with each other.

Seconds has passed, minutes, hours. You both (kinda) forgot about the party at this point. Having deep conversations, like you used to.

Taking your shoes off, tossing the keys on the couch, cook, eat dinner not even bothering to exchange words about how your day went, and lastly when your body hits the familiar comfort of your bed you would just pass out from how tired you were.

When you arrive at your home from work, everything just keeps repeating—

Also in the morning, you wake up, have a quick bath, change clothes, eat breakfast, look for the missing keys and then leave, muttering goodbyes to eachother and a singular kiss.

***

And the same thing would happen again, and again, and again, and again. . . It just got so repetitive until it became a normal thing to the both of you, it became tiring too.

"Okay, I want you to pretend I'm another woman and I'm flirting with you." You eagerly suggested.

"Excuse me?!" You gasped, acting offended.

You stood up, and began touching his forearm. He muttered a small 'woah' acting surprised when you touched him like that, he cleared his throat, gently pushing you away—

"Do you see this?" pointing to where he got the tattoo with a smug look on his face.

"No?" You asked, trying to act clueless but also confused as to why he was pointing at his black button down shirt.

"Wait. . . You mean your shirt? Yes, I do see your—"

"Do you see this?" Pointing to the tattoo.

"Oh, sorry." he cut you off when he realized that it was covered. He cleared his throat once again but now he pushed his shirt away to show the tattoo.

"Erm, yes?. . ."

"This name right here owns my heart so now you can shove off." He rolled his eyes and started walking away from you.

Both of you were having your laugh, when someone knocked on the door.

Immediately stopping, both your head snapped to the direction of the door and then to each other with wide eyes.

"Oh."

You opened the door and saw James leaning on the wall with a very dissapointed look on his face. "Lily told me to come and check on you guys." He sighed.

"Why are both always so late?— Oh for Merlin's left ball sack come on now."

You both shared another look that says 'Oh, fuck Lily is going to fucking kill us.' except Sirius was trying to hold in his laugh.

Following him to his car, that he insisted getting after Lily taught him how to drive, you and Sirius shared a glance and both quickly looked at your watch, to see that you've been 2 hours late.

James started the engine of the car and began driving to the destination—

You punched his arm so hard that he began coughing. "Such a drama queen" you grumbled.

You and Sirius stayed quietly sitting in the backseat, catching Sirius for the hundredth time as he kept glancing at you in the rear view mirror, for some reason he wouldn't stop until you finally arrived.

Knocking on the door multiple times, before it was opened by Lily.

Preparing yourselves physically and mentally while getting out of the car to follow James once again— He still hasn't muttered a single word since you left your own home which was very odd.

"Lily we're so sorry we lost track of time—" you didn't get the chance to finish when Lily launched herself at you in a very tight hug.

You stumbled back a bit, but managed to catch yourself, hugging Lily back but still confused by her unusual greeting.

"Shut up. I know you're both late again but I missed you too much for me to even get mad at you." She whispered.

Hearing both of your lovers laugh, pulling away from each other and watch as James and Sirius do their handshake, with a visible smile on both of your lips.

The others came running outside when they recognized Sirius' laugh which was very loud, and everyone greeted and welcomed you both, happily.

All of you went inside and started the party, play games, drink fire whiskey except for Lily, which greeted everyone with great news. A lot of great news, coming from the others too.

Marlene and Dorcas now engaged.

James and Lily announced their pregnancy, that answers both your and Sirius' confusion.

Peter introducing everyone his partner.

And finally Remus, well. . . he's still him.

But what the others didn't know that Remus has been part of Sirius' and I's relationship since day one.

He's also our husband but we never told anyone (yet).

We made our own vows after the wedding, danced all night and talked about simple things.

The three of you were still looking for the right time and place to tell everyone about the said relationship.

That's why everytime the others would ask where he lives, his answers are always the same.

"I live everywhere."

Some of our friends would offer him a room or a house to stay in, but he would always decline, because every night he would either work night shifts or come home to us.

***

You were ecstatic while Remus was a tad bit confused as to why Sirius' needed a tattoo of his name.

And later that night when both (well three) of you went back home. You then found out that Sirius also has a tattoo of Remus' name on his hip.

What Sirius didn't tell you that the reason he tattooed Remus' name on his hip instead of his chest next to yours is because that part always reminds him of Remus.

You see Remus has this scar on his right lower hip, it looks unique, cool and pretty. . . Or whatever you wanna call it.

And sometimes both you and Sirius would refer to it as 'hot'.

All three of you changed to more comfortable clothes and went straight to bed.

Thankful to be once again reunited and complete.

a/n: I want to make a part 2 for this one... But I don't know, what do y'all think???? Also I'm so bad with Summaries...

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[saintlike78]

Hey, can you do a poly marauders x fem reader where they get jealous because a slytherin boy is flirting with her because she has a snake ring ? Sorry if that was oddly specific, also you can decide if it’s fluff or smut ☺️

The snake ring and the snake [poly Marauders]

A/N: I loved this idea! Thank you so much for the request! I decided not to do smut since I haven’t written a non-smut poly Marauders fic before, but I hope you still enjoy it.

Pairings: Poly! Marauders x Fem! Non-Slytherin! Reader

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff, polyamorous relationship, flirty Slytherin boy… Idk, but let me know if I missed anything.

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The sound of pages being turned and voices speaking lowly filled the large library. The book in front of you had long lost its appeal and the words were all blending together as your mind wandered. You were daydreaming of the boys that occupied your thoughts, as they so often did. Your elbows were resting on the table, your fingers mindlessly fiddling with the golden snake ring placed on your right pointer finger. You loved your ring; it never left your finger and you never intended it to. It had been a gift from your three boyfriends when you had celebrated six months of being together.

The three boys were sitting a couple of tables away from you, having been shooed away as they often were the cause for your lack of concertation.

They often spared glances in your direction, not actually paying attention to their own work, as they were just waiting for you to be done so you all could head back to their dorm.

You were so caught up in your little daydream that you hadn’t noticed the boy with the green tie taking a seat beside you, a small smirk adorning his face.

“I like your ring,” he said causing your gaze to snap to his face.

“Thank you, I like it a lot as well,” you said with a smile.

“A pretty ring for a pretty girl… it would be even more perfect if you were in Slytherin,” he said moving a bit closer to you. You figured he did so just to observe your ring better, you were painfully blind whenever someone was flirting with you, and it often got you in trouble.

You laughed a little, “I don’t think I would fit in very well with you lot, but it would be fun to try to be a Slytherin just for a day.”

“I could show you our common room someday,” he offered, scooting even closer, your shoulders practically touching.

“I would love to see it! I want to see all the common rooms before we’re done with school… I’ve already seen the other three, so I’m only missing yours,” you said excitedly, completely missing the flirty suggestion that the boy had insinuated. You were just excited, hoping you could bring your boys with you, so you all could see the dark common room in the dungeons.

It was at this moment Sirius decided to look in your direction; his jaw almost hit the floor when he saw you sitting shoulder to shoulder with another boy, not just any boy but a Slytherin boy.

“Oi lads, look!” Sirius said while pointing to you.

The two other boys looked up from their books and were equally as shocked when they took in the sight before them.

They all saw you laughing at something the boy had said and none of them missed the sly smirk that had taken over his face.

The jealousy was growing in each of them, a frown taking over their faces as they observed you, blissfully unaware of the Slytherin boy’s intention.

You were just too nice for your own good and loved making new friends, especially from other houses, which your boyfriends often admired you for, but right at this moment, they wished you would just be less nice.

“I can’t handle this,” Sirius seethed, angry jealousy churning in his gut.

“She’s just being nice,” James tried, even though all he wanted to do was to shove that boy as far away from you as possible.

They watched as you tipped your head back, letting out another laugh. They were all memorized by the sound of your pretty laugh, but anger boiled in all three of the boys at the fact that someone else was causing such pretty laughs to leave your mouth.

Sirius’ eyes rolled up in his skull so many times, you would think they wouldn’t come down again.

“Well since she’s no longer studying, we can go join them,” Remus suggested, to which both boys nodded and quickly gathered their stuff and bolted towards your table.

“You can come by later tonight,” the Slytherin boy, whose name you had learned was Harry, suggested.

“Wouldn’t it be more fun to see it in the daytime? Then I could see the lake as well from the windows,” you said, still not picking up on his intentions.

“We could do it both during the day and during the night,” Harry said with a wink.

“That would be so fun,” you smiled, very excited to finally be able to see the Slytherin common room.

“What would be fun, Bunny?” Remus asked, your three boys now standing by your table.

“Oh hi! Harry here has invited me to see the Slytherin common room, so I’m finally going to have seen all four common rooms,” you said with a happy clap of your hands.

Remus, James, and Sirius all mentally facepalmed at how completely gullible you were.

James and Remus moved to sit on the other side of you, while Sirius went with the more territorial approach.

He stood beside your chair lifting you from it, “Up you get, pup.”

He then, not so gracefully, sat on the chair pulling you onto his lap hugging you close to his body.

Harry sat beside you, moving his chair away, so he wouldn’t be sitting so close to Sirius.

“And who might this be,” Harry asked, slightly annoyed and confused.

“Oh yeah, sorry… these are my boyfriends, James, Remus, and Sirius… and this is Harry,” you answered, also introducing Harry.

“I was hoping they could come to see the common room as well since they haven’t seen it either.”

“Uhm, I thought it would just be us… Uhm, but I guess,” Harry answered clearly confused, causing your three boyfriends to smirk.

“That would be so great, so we’ll come later this evening if your offers still on the table?” you asked hopefully.

“Uhm, yeah, sure…” Harry answered awkwardly.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be so fun, isn’t it Harry?” Sirius said, not really looking for an answer.

“And how nice of you to invite our girl to see your common room, wouldn’t have expected such niceties from a Slytherin,” Sirius added in a passive-aggressive tone, seeing right through Harry’s offer.

“Yeah… no problem, mate.”

“But we’ll all see you later then… bye,” Remus said and waved goodbye, a not-so-subtle hint for Harry to leave.

“Uhm bye,” Harry quickly scurried off, not wanting to agitate the boys any further.

You moved so you could sit sideways on Sirius’ lap, so you could see all three of their faces when you talked to them.

“What was that all about, pup?” Sirius asked, trying not to seem jealous or angry.

“What do you mean?” you said with a slight tilt of your head, not understanding what he meant.

“You were going to go to the Slytherin common room with him?” Sirius clarified.

“Yeah...? I mean, I was going to ask if you could join right before you came over, but then you came and he said you could come as well,” you were utterly lost, not understanding why they all seemed so angry.

“Oh, darling, you are absolutely adorable,” James laughed, causing Remus and Sirius to do the same.

A frown pulled at your lips, you weren’t very happy with being the bud of the joke and you were even less happy with not understanding it.

“I don’t understand what’s so funny,” you pouted.

“Aww, puppy,” Sirius smirked and kissed your pouting lips.

“Harry was flirting with you, he didn’t actually want to show you his common room, he did want to show you his dorm room though,” Remus explained causing your frown to deepen.

“Oh… I thought he was being friendly,” you mumbled in a small voice fidgeting with your fingers in your lap.

“You’re just our sweet girl, being nice to everyone, even when you shouldn’t,” Sirius said kissing your cheek and rubbing soothing circles on your back.

Your face turned red with embarrassment, and you buried your face in the crook of Sirius’ neck inhaling his masculine scent.

“I just wanted a new friend, and I made him think that I was going to hook up with him,” you said sadly, your voice muffled by Sirius’ clavicle.

“It’s okay, Bunny, you’re just bad at reading when people are flirting with you,” Remus said, trying to suppress his urge to laugh.

“Yeah, just think about how long it took before you realized we were flirting with you,” James said with a small laugh.

You let out a small laugh at that, thinking back to before you got together and how absolutely oblivious you had been.

“But I would never purposely flirt with anyone else, I didn’t mean to give him the wrong idea,” you said lifting your head, wanting to make your point very clear.

“We know, pretty girl, we just want other guys to understand that they shouldn’t flirt with what clearly doesn’t belong to them,” James said, reaching for your hand across the table and squeezing it.

“But do you still want to go see the Slytherin common room?” you said jokingly.

“If we really want to see it, I could just force good old Reggie to give us the password,” Sirius said with a slight laugh.