#✼ a shy but loyal follower of mine

[h-a-unted]

Have you got any favourite threads you write or favourite mutuals to write with?

Anonymous Mun Questions (Accepting!)

I DO, as a matter of fact! Even though I do appreciate everyone that gives me a chance to write with them, I have some that are my preferred ones already.

@foghidden is my main exactly because of that. I love her and her muses a lot and how amazing she is at writing and developing characters. Not to mention how she masterfully makes edits and moodboards. Overall, she's very dedicated and we're usually on the same wavelength, so it makes things so easy. Her ideas are top notch and she's so sweet as a person, I care a lot for her! She's my bestie around here and first priority!

And I am biased but I ADORE our Laura/Travis threads as well as the Kaylee ones. And with Emma, I am in love with Sam and Emma interacting as well as Jess. HONESTLY? I say this but I also ADORE the threads with Wednesday, and if I keep going down that rabbit hole, I can just say that I adore ALL OF OUR THREADS, because it's true.

@saecrifical was one of the first people to interact with me and I always appreciate that a lot. They also write really beautifully and I'm always looking forward to all the characters they bring to the table!

My biased threads would be mainly the Hannah/Emma ones, but oh my gosh do I love all your other muses too aaaaah, we need to write more for sure!

@quarryhag is and will always be my preferred Dylan! Just top 10/10 Dylan content, made me love him even more and cry because he doesn't have enough interactions with Emma (or Travis). We need that friendship, but thank goodness we're writing them out! They're also very creative and great to talk to, so bonus points!

The one thread where Emma and Dylan are going to the radio station together is my favorite, I think. And also any one with Dylan interacting with Travis because gosh it's so interesting to see their dynamic.

@hrrorstrie is already my favorite Chris Hartley and I'm looking forward to more interactions whether with Chris or with their other muses. They also seem like a very nice person, so I'd love to be friends! Of course, every interaction I've had with this Chris is my biased favoriteeee!

@terrcrized I'm already biased to them because they've shown me just how much they love and care for Joshua, major points for me to love their portrayal and writing! Also super approachable so I'm always looking forward to talk!

@cartaxus their muses, chef's kiss! Their ideas, super good! It was thanks to them that I decided to make the sideblog of Jean and I don't regret it at all. ALSO, 452 AND JEAN, 452 AND JEAN, 452 AND JEAN!

[thesacrificialdove]

𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘, 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 1.8k words puppy boy hybrid x gn!reader — ko-fi | patreon | masterlist | inbox | taglist | home | req. & comms

tags hybrid puppy, breeding kink, knotting, master kink, humping

—📜" As much as you wish that owning a pup is easy, it’s not. You’re going to end up with a headache, missing clothes, and an aching hole at the end of the day. His rut is approaching and—oh dear, this is going to be bad.

When people tell you to get a pup, they don't tell you about the horrid responsibilities you have to go through. 

It's always: 'They're such sweet things! You will always feel loved', 'Very loyal boys and girls', 'It's always going to be a joy around the house', and 'You have to be prepared to give them a lot of love. Ha. Ha. Ha.'

They don't tell you about the burden of actually having a pup.

"Fucking—Atlas! Drop that right now!"

Atlas, your newest pup, is bigger than your average pup. He's also a lot more handful than you imagined. A German Shepherd hybrid is often rare to come across in normal companion shops. Most are already taken by some older chap who wants some protection.

This one appeared at your doorstep. Now, he's currently running around your house with your socks in his mouth.

You groan, almost unable to keep up with him, "What is with you? Why're you so goddamn hyper?"

He tries to say something, though his words are muffled by the pair in his mouth. His tail wags behind him enthusiastically as you continue to miss him when you attempt a tackle.

Fastening out the living room, you try to keep up. "Atlas! Down boy!" He ignores you as he keeps manoeuvring inside your house. He ends up in the storage room, and you corner him there.

When you expect him to cower with nowhere to go, something else catches your attention. Atlas is rushing towards the corner behind some boxes. You peer; he has his old mattress covered in a cloud of your clothes.

"Fucking hell, Atlas," you sigh, "what is this?"

He looks at you like he has nothing to say. "What is what?"

"This? I thought I lost my sweatshirt, but—god, your fur is all over my pants!"

An unbothered look is plastered on his face. He sits on the pile of clothes happily before you start pulling them away.

Rushing, he goes after your cruel hand to take away your clothes. "Hey! That's mine!"

"No, it's not," you snatch your fucking underwear from the pile, "this is all mine, and I'm putting them all in the laundry."

"But what am I supposed to do if you're gone~?" he falls to his back and rolls around. His arms spread to cover all the clothes he could. He's too protective of your dirty clothes and you need to take them away now.

"Guard the house," you say. You kneel down on the mattress, tugging for the shirts. "Seriously, I would guess you're a retriever if I didn't see your papers."

He huffs. "Don't compare me with those sons of bitches." Atlas sits up, defeated. All of his work disappears into your arms. "I'm way better than all of them."

"Yeah, yeah." You need to come back to get the rest. With a grunt, you stand up and take them to the laundry room.

An extra pair of steps follows you there. Surprisingly, you turn to see that he's carrying the leftover clothes. "How nice of you to help for once," you say. "Just separate the whites, okay?"

The two of you fix your laundry. His tail sits low between his legs, a shy blush accompanying his downward ears. He's looking at your clothes like it's his arm—taken away forcefully by some evil monster. Which is you, by the way.

Overcome by his puppy looks, you throw a sweater in his direction. "Keep it," you say, "but if you take any more, I'm making you sleep outside."

He yips excitedly, cuddling the sweater by his chest as he's come alive again. That fucking easy to make this silly pup happy.

"Thank you so much~!" he giggles as he hugs you from behind. Seriously, is he a retriever? Atlas embraces you tight, pulling your body as close as possible to rid the distance between you.

You ignore him as you put your underwear away. "Yeah, yeah. You're welcome, pup."

"My master is the best," he cooes, head nuzzling to your neck. His ears tickles.

Pulling away is impossible. He tightens his grip as he moves the both of you back and forth. "Absolutely the best," he says, his tongue licking under your ear and to your nape.

Suddenly, his innocent movements are not so innocent anymore.

"Y-yeah. Just let me down, Atlas." His embrace starts to become little humps. "Atlas!"

"Master," he breathes out, teeth feathering over your skin. "A-ah… I love Master's scent so bad," he giggles, loopy.

"Good for you, Atlas," with a rough hand, you attempt to pull away. It ends with him whining and pinning you down to the washing machine. "Fucking hell, Atlas..!"

For a fact, you know that his rut is nowhere near. You were planning to neuter him for your safety, and now he's grinding needily on your clothed cheeks. You struggle against his strength. All he does is disapprove of your rejections.

When he growls, it's your time to scold him. "Atlas," you harden your tone, "fix your attitude."

A pained whimper leaves him. Immediately, he backs away. Turning around, you can see his hardon through his shorts.

"S-sorry," he says, pulling down his shirt to try to have some decency. "Master, I'm just really happy to have something of yours. I'm getting really excited."

You can tell. "Yeah, but I'm busy doing laundry right now. Now I got more clothes to wash because of you. See my dilemma?"

For a split second, you can see his cock twitch in his trousers. You sigh. "Sorry," he says, "Can I… fuck, can I just maybe hump you? Please, Master? I'll be so careful."

One thing that they were right about pup boys is that they're needy. And that they're good at giving you those stupid puppy eyes everyone is irresistible to. You feel yourself giving into his whims.

"Fine," you say. His eyes light up like fireworks. "Don't get too carried away. I'm still sore from last night."

Last night: getting stuck on his knot for an hour before having to calm him down when you pull away.

Atlas is back to his excited self as he mounts you from behind. Thankfully, you've placed most of your clothes back in the machines now. He pulls down your shorts, spitting on his hand as he rubs your hole—Jesus.

"Be careful," you hiss, gripping the ends of the washing machine. "Seriously, I'm sore.

"Don't worry," he smiles. "I'll take care of my Master~"

Red rises to your face. Somehow, he makes the simplest thing sound so sexual. You try not to let it sink in but he keeps mumbling your name as he fingers you open.

"So open for me, Master," he moans, rubbing your insides and scissoring you open. He's breathing into your neck and his cock is pressed against your thighs.

The height difference between the two of you is making the angle a bit awkward. He pulls you up so one of your knees lays on top of the vibrating top of the laundry machine. He's breathing hard, turned on just watching your hole clench around his fingers.

A breathy laugh leaves him. "Mmph… I'm sorry, Master. I need to be inside you now—"

"Wait!"

You're not sure when he undressed himself. But he has a leg up as he fucks his cock inside of you. A guttural moan leaves you, overwhelmed by the sudden stretch. Though your body remembers his shape, you're still too sensitive for this.

"Master," he moans, panting as his tongue tickles your neck. "S-so good… You feel so good around me, Master. I wish you could feel it~!"

He puts both of your hands on your stomach, making you feel the little bulge in your stomach. His long pup cock is thick, reaching deep inside of you with the base of his knot already forming. He's too excited and you're sure he's in his rut.

Atlas fucks his cock deep inside of you. He tries to slow his movements as much as possible. Yet, you can feel him whimper and whine as he struggles to keep a tame pace. His mouth is dropped open as he pushes his cock as deep as possible—he has a need to imprint inside of you.

"Atlas," you breathe out, clenching around him. "Just fuck me already, pup. Breed me with your big fat knot."

Your words are immediate. If you could look back, you would see his ears perk up and his tail wag excitedly. Taking your word, he ruts inside of you as if his goal is to put a baby inside of you.

"Yes! Th-… thank you, Master!" he moans, hips slapping lewdly against your ass. "So fucking good, Master. I love it—hahh… I love your sloppy hole so much. S-sucking me in like you want to be bred by me~"

He's manic as he puts a hand on your hips. "So good, so good, so good, so~… good!"

You want to lay your head down. Each thrust hits you deep inside; it rubs against your sweet spot. You feel yourself go crazy as he doesn't care for your own pleasure. He's chasing his own climax, and it makes you clench around him in desperation.

"Maste-e-e-r," he drags out, burying his head in between your head and your neck. "Puppy wants to breed master so bad. Wanna—wanna see you round with puppy's seed. S-so good."

"Breed me, pup," you cry, whining as he's basically only grinding inside of you. You can feel his knot start to attempt to push in. "Get inside of me, pup. Let me have your seed."

"Ah, ah, ah~!" He screams as his knot spreads open your hole—it pushes inside and he's quivering. Your oversensitive hole is being stretched to its last extent. You can barely feel your legs as he's grinding his knot inside.

"So good," he moans. You can feel drool going down your shoulders. "M-master… I'm gonna cum. 'm gonna cum. Puppy's gonna cum inside ofMaster. Gonna-gonna fucking breed Masta-haaah..!"

Waves of his hot cum surges inside you. He's holding you tight; attempting to fill you to the brim, he doesn't let you leave his knot. You're left hanging there to take all of him. When he thrusts inside of you unexpectedly, you can't help the spurt of cum that comes out of you.

He feels you tighten more and groans. "S-so tight," he whines, wiggling his lips as if that would help. "Mmph. Master, you're so nice."

If you were in a better mindset, you would be criticising him. Saying that your compliance is his fault. Instead, you just lay there and take it.

A few minutes in, the haze leaves you and realisation punches you. "You little shit, your knot is gonna be in me for an hour!"

"…I think I'm going into rut, Master. I'll- er… I'll maybe last an hour or more."

"Atlas!"

Owning a pup boy is way too much work. You briefly consider giving him away to some adoption centre. Though he's too attached now, and you might find him back at your doorstep.

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[suksatoru]

'𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐈 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎'

summary ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ryomen sukuna's most devoted follower gives him a gift that sets his frozen heart alight.

cw; none. ruler!ryomen sukuna x reader. yes this is not maybe definitely inspired by lady gaga's song, judas . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Ryomen sukuna was a man with a lifestyle like no other. His life, no doubt - was lavish. He earned every bit of it by tearing through bodies like a needle through fabric - constructing a world where he ruled from his throne.

He had many things to enjoy - counting how the world worshiped the ground he walked on like a god, praising him and offering their undying worship. He enjoyed the praise - he deserved it.

So when his personal servant - personal favorite - is kneeling before him - your hands clasping something as you bow your head and await his command to speak - he can't help but grin.

"And what is it that you would like, y/n."

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴡᴀꜱʜ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɪʀ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏꜱ ᴍᴇ

His voice was bewitching - that was how you'd describe it when he practically purred your name. You knew you were his favorite - he treated you with respect reserved only for his most loyal followers - there was no one more loyal and devoted to him than you. No one.

"My king - I have something for you." You say, shy smile peeking through as you feel your cheeks heat when he tilts his head towards you with an amused smile

He sat on top of his throne - relaxed and drunk on your loyalty. You truly were such a wonderful thing.

"Show me."

Your eyes finally lift off the ground to meet his - and something warms like a fire in his chest when he sees your face.

He was too focused on holding your gaze to even notice your hand had moved forward and placed something in his palm - he looks down, fingers pinching the thing curiously as he twists it between his finger tips

"A flower?" He muses, unable to stop his eyes from softening just the slightest bit when he recognizes just what type of flower you had retrieved for him

The Japanese primrose was a special flower - referred to as Sakurasou. It symbolizes eternal love. Sukuna recognized this.

You had unknowingly broken the final barrier between you and the King of Curses.

He wordlessly stands up from his throne - large palm outstretched towards yours as you look up at him from your spot on the ground - confusion spreading all over your beautiful face when the man who ruled the world - the King of Curses - kneels before you.

ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ꜱᴏ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀɢᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪꜱ ɢᴏᴏꜰʏ ᴡᴀʏ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀɪᴄᴋ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ᴀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴏʀ ꜱɪɴᴋ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴏᴅʏ

"Do you think you can give this to me and leave my throne room alone?" He asks, his voice hoarse and so feeling - his words reverberate through your ears as your eyed remain wide and unblinking - he was on the ground with you, close and warm and everything felt fuzzy in your mind when he moved forward to kiss you.

Warm. Strong. Sukuna -

He pulls away - and you feel dizzy when he reaches forward and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear - his eyes watched you closely as something shifted in his expression - realization falling on his face as he understands what he needed.

"Stay with me, y/n. Be mine. All mine." He says, his voice soft and firm at the same time - demanding and hopeful as he awaits your response patiently - his hand didn't move from where he cradled your cheek as your heart beat quickens

ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʜᴏʟʏ ꜰᴏᴏʟ, ᴏʜ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴜᴅᴀꜱ, ʙᴀʙʏ. ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʜᴏʟʏ ꜰᴏᴏʟ, ᴏʜ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴜᴅᴀꜱ, ʙᴀʙʏ.

"Yes."

It was a whisper - quiet and filled with adoration as you watch him smile - a devastatingly beautiful sight.

[theemporium]

[7.6k] jack totally wasn't in love with his frat's president. and he totally wasn't in love with his president's girlfriend. and this totally isn't the story of how the three of them realised they fell in love with each other. (smut)

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“Really?” 

You bit back the grin threatening to take over your face, attempting to school your features to a neutral expression as you glanced down at the textbook opened up in front of you. You let out a hum in response, but didn’t glance over at your boyfriend who was sprawled on his bed a few feet away from you.

“You are a menace.” 

You glanced over your shoulder, finding Nico already staring back at you with an amused expression on his face—despite what his downturned frowning lips said. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you answered eventually with an innocent look.

Nico shot you a look. “Baby.”

“Nico,” you retorted in the same serious tone.

A few moments passed before he looked away, rolling his eyes and shaking his head as he glanced down at his phone. “He’s going to get such a big head if he sees this,” he murmured, though there was something fond in his voice. “God knows Jack doesn’t need a bigger head.”

You raised your brows. “Does that mean you’re gonna keep it?”

“You’ll just change it back anyways,” Nico retorted, and you didn’t disagree with him. 

Instead, you stood up from the seat by his desk where you had been studying before he came in from class around thirty minutes ago. You made your way towards the bed, not even fighting your boyfriend as he reached for you and tugged you to lay on top of him. You propped your head on his chest, grinning at him.

“The contact name fits him and you know it does,” you said in a knowing voice. 

“Favourite Pledge is hardly a creative name anyways,” Nico deflected, but you saw right through him. 

One of the things you loved about Nico Hischier was his loyalty. It was one of those defining traits that made you fall more in love with him than you ever deemed humanly possible. He was loyal to his family, to his friends, to anyone that meant the world to him. His heart was split, little pieces given to those he trusted with it and the whole frat inevitability was a part of that. 

He loved his frat brothers. He loved them when he first joined. He loved them as more of them entered and pledged. He loved them when they appointed him president, even when he was just a sophomore. The frat loved him as much as he loved them. 

But it was an undeniable fact to anyone with working eyes that he had a soft spot for the new pledge, Jack Hughes. 

He didn’t admit it out loud. He always claimed to love his brothers equally, that it was impossible to have favourites. Though, you knew he just felt a little bad about it. He felt guilty that the younger boy had claimed a little bit more of his heart than the other frat brothers had. 

Yet, no matter how hard he tried to deny it, Jack Hughes had wiggled his way into his heart. 

You knew it stemmed from the fact the Swiss saw a bit of himself in the boy. Though Nico adored the frat and the community it gave him, he wasn’t shy of the fact he only joined to follow his older brother’s footsteps—something Jack himself had also done. 

The fact Jack had also tried out for the university’s hockey team—and was incredibly talented on the ice—was the final nail in the coffin for Nico (even if he still tried to deny the coffin existed). 

“But it’s true,” you sang with a smug look on your face. 

Nico rolled his eyes but the action was fond. “He was gonna grab some coffee on his way back from class, do you want anything?” 

“The usual,” you answered, leaning down to peck his lips before you moved to sit back at his desk. “Oh, ask him if he can get one of those muffins too. The lemon one.”

There was a pause as Nico typed out his reply before he snorted. “He said he already picked one up for you.”

Your expression brightened. “Well, if he isn’t your favourite pledge, then he definitely is mine.”

Nico shook his head. “So now you’re stealing him from me?’

“Is this you admitting he’s your favourite pledge?” You retorted. 

A few moments of silence passed, neither one of you saying anything nor looking away. Seconds ticked by, Nico’s phone continued to buzz on the bed and a ping sounded from your laptop when an email came through. But still, neither one of you looked away.

Until the buzzing became more insistent and Nico’s eyes snapped down to look at his screen, something fond in his gaze as messages about Jack complaining on how long the coffee was taking came through. 

“Ha! I was right!” You grinned, clapping your hands together but Nico didn’t have it in him to argue this time. 

He had shifted to sit with his back against the headboard and his laptop lying across his thighs when Jack finally burst through the bedroom door fifteen minutes later, holding a carrier of coffees and a bag of sweet treats. 

“Miss me?” 

You turned to see Jack already beginning to make himself comfortable as he dumped his backpack by the door and toed off his shoes. He handed you your coffee first with the lemon muffin in his other hand. “Mrs President.”

You snorted. “Thank you, Jack.”

He beamed before he grabbed Nico’s coffee and the cookie Nico pretended not to like (even though he really, really did). “Mr President.” 

“You’re in a chipper mood today,” Nico noted as he thanked the younger boy, taking the coffee and cookie to place on the bedside table beside him. He then turned towards Jack again, mouth open like he was about to say something—only for Jack to faceplant down on the bed the second the coffee was out of his hands. “You good?” 

“Tired,” he grumbled, his words muffled with his face buried into the duvet. “Plus, algebra sucks.”

Nico’s face softened a little. “You should take a nap, we have a big game later.”

“M’fine,” he murmured in response, but it convinced no one.

“Sleep, Jack,” you said as you glanced at the boy, his eyes already shut but his shoulders tense like he was preparing himself to sit up again. “You can nap here.”

Jack froze before lifting his head, blinking slowly as he stared between you and Nico. “Really?”

“Sleep here,” Nico confirmed with a nod, reaching over to playfully ruffle his hair. However, the act just made Jack slump back down onto the bed, his face buried in the duvet once again. “I’ll wake you up so we can eat before the game.”

“M’kay,” he managed to mutter out, seconds away from falling asleep.

Nico watched with a small smile before he grabbed a blanket, placing it over Jack and making sure he was settled before he grabbed his laptop to work again. He cleared his throat a little, though the smile never left his face as he began to type away.

“Oh, you’re so obvious,” you murmured with a snort.

Nico glanced up at you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Hm, I’m sure,” you mused as you settled back in your chair. “So, you’d just let anyone nap on your bed? With your favourite blanket?”

He shot you a look. “I let you do it all the time.”

Your grin widened. “Exactly.” 

Nico rolled his eyes, refusing to continue the conversation any further. And because you were a nice girlfriend, you chose not to mention the light pink tint to his cheeks. Or the fond smiles Nico would give Jack whenever he glanced over. 

Or the photo you snuck of the two of them, curled up and looking so comfy in bed together. 

…

To absolutely nobody’s surprise, the boys smashed the game with a 7-1 win to continue their nine game win streak. 

And to celebrate their win, the frat decided to hold a massive—and last minute—rager in honour of Nico, Jack and the rest of the hockey team. Though, you weren’t convinced it was as last minute as Trevor made it out to be considering the kegs were definitely being delivered to the house before you left to go watch the game.

The house was packed with frat brothers, hockey teammates and strangers alike, with no real invitation but with an overwhelming need to celebrate by getting shit-faced drunk nonetheless. Music was blasting from the countless speakers set around the house, every open surface looked like an Ibiza bar with bottles sprawled across it and the hockey boys were getting their chance to really celebrate with no practice or game until next week holding them back.

“Drink up, Mrs P!” 

You bit back your laugh as you inspected the cup Trevor was handing you. His cheeks were flushed, his grin was huge and you had no doubt that whatever was in the cup was the result of him and Cole concocting their own makeshift cocktails to get people as drunk as they were. 

“Do I even want to know what’s in this?” You questioned, a teasing glint in your voice as you sniffed the cup. 

Trevor didn’t even look bashful. “Don’t worry, we made sure to add more of Nico’s fancy Swiss lager in yours. He can’t get mad at us then.”

You actually did laugh this time. “You boys need to stop putting me in the crossfire. He’s your president.” 

“And you’re our Mrs President,” Trevor retorted. “It’s literally your job to stop him from killing us.”

“I don’t remember signing up for this.”

“You do it because you love us?” Trevor replied, a boyish grin on his face that made your heart warm in your chest. 

“Yeah, I do love you idiots,” you grumbled, though there was a smile on your face as you patted his cheek, amused at the way his grin widened at the action. 

“Maybe some of us more than others,” he supplied, something mischievous glinting in his eyes. 

You sighed. “Trevor, if this is about me giving Cole the last slice of apple pie—”

“I’m talking about Jack and we both know it.” he sang, delighted in the way you quickly stopped talking. “I see the way you and Nico look at him.”

You frowned a little. “We don’t love him more than we love the rest of you—”

“You love the rest of us like we are your kids,” Trevor corrected, still thoroughly amused by the conversation. “You and Nico look at Jack like you want to sleep with him.”

You let out a startled laugh. “Trev—”

“And he looks like he would take anything you give him,” the boy continued, looking far too smug at the way you trapped your bottom lip between your teeth. “Don’t worry, Mrs P, I’ll keep your secret.” 

You didn’t get a chance to respond before the boy had wandered off, disappearing into the throng of partygoers. Though, if you were being completely honest with yourself, you weren’t even sure what you would have replied with. Maybe it was a blessing he walked away first.

“You good?”

You blinked before turning your head, finding Nico standing there with his brows furrowed in concern. You could feel his hand on your lower back, a soft and comforting touch that you leaned into. 

“Yeah,” you said and flashed him a smile. “Just contemplating if I want to risk drinking whatever Trevor and Cole made me.” 

Nico snorted but it was fond. “I’ll hold your hair back later if you risk it.”

You grinned. “My hero.”

“Always,” Nico grinned back, leaning down to peck your lips before he dragged you back to the party in the direction of the back garden where the hockey team seemed to have accumulated. 

Yet, no matter how hard you tried, Trevor’s words lingered with you for the rest of the party, playing on a loop you couldn’t stop.

…

The irony of it all was that you knew, deep down, Trevor was right. 

It shouldn’t have been a shock when it was something you had been aware of for a while, even subconsciously. As much as you teased and taunted Nico, there was something different about Jack in comparison to the other pledges and frat brothers. It wasn’t a favouritism, it went beyond that. There was something more with Jack, something deeper. 

And you always knew it. 

It just took the realisation that other people—that Trevor—had noticed it too. It wasn’t this secret hidden in your heart or an inside joke between you and Nico, it was beyond that. Your feelings weren’t as subtle as you thought. And neither were Nico’s. And apparently neither were Jacks’.

Everyone saw it but you three, and now you were painfully aware and pining.

Because that was the only way you could describe how you had felt since the party. You had been pining after Jack. It was like the conversation with Trevor opened the box you had desperately been locking shut, and now you were overwhelmed with your feelings for the younger boy. 

And Nico noticed too. 

He hadn’t mentioned it, not directly. But he noticed a shift in you since the party. He noticed the way your eyes lingered on Jack a little longer than usual when he walked in a room. He noticed the way you seemed to drag Jack to sit with the two of you whenever you got the chance. He noticed the way your touch would linger on Jack, the way you did with him. 

It made his stomach twist with a desire he didn’t know was possible, he didn’t know he wanted.

It was enthralling to watch you watch Jack, to watch you look at Jack the same way you look at him. Maybe because he knew he was no different. He knew it was all leading to something, you did too. 

Neither of you expected it to happen just two weeks after the party when the frat found themselves at the campus bar on a random Thursday.

It was somewhere between your second and third drink. The frat were spread across the establishment: some were by the bar chatting with some strangers, others were playing pool on the tables at the back, the rest were sprawled over the booths and seats around the room. 

You had settled on a small couch, a vodka rum in hand as you watched Trevor and Cole attempt to talk up some girls from one of their shared classes a few feet away. Trevor had been insistent he could get their numbers, and Cole had just wanted to be close enough to see the trainwreck. And you had thoroughly enjoyed watching them both. 

“Budge up!” 

You let out a small huff when Jack unexpectedly collapsed onto the couch beside you, but you didn’t argue as you shifted until you were both squished together. Your thigh was pressed against his, your shoulders shoved together, but neither of you moved away even if there was enough space on the couch to put a few inches between you. 

“You seem chipper,” you commented, eyeing the flush to his cheeks and the grin on his face. You wonder how many beers one of the older brothers had slipped him through the night.

“Just handed Turc’s ass in pool,” Jack told you, puffing his chest proudly. 

“That’s shocking considering you’re shit,” you teased, nudging into his side a little. 

“Hey, that was an unfair advantage one time!” Jack huffed, but he was still smiling. “Nico was cheating.” 

You snorted. “How?” 

“I don’t know but nobody is naturally that good at pool,” he grumbled as he shifted back into the couch, his body sagging like the night was starting to catch up on him. “I think we should team up.” 

You raised your brows. “To what? Beat him at pool?”

“Mhm,” Jack nodded in confirmation. “We could distract him.”

“And how do you propose we do that?” You questioned, thoroughly amused. 

“I think our pretty faces are enough,” he answered confidently. “Bat a couple eyelashes, maybe throw a few flirty comments in there and he’ll be useless.”

This time you actually laughed and Jack’s smile widened at the sound.

“What? You don’t think I could do it?”

“Oh no, I think you could and you’d be dangerous,” you assured him, shifting in your seat until your body was facing him. “I think my flirting would be lacklustre in comparison to yours.”

He gave you a small shove. “Nah, you have him wrapped around your finger. He would fold at whatever you said.”

Almost instinctively, your eyes began searching the bar for your boyfriend before you found him on the other side of the room. He was standing by one of the pool tables, leaning against the cue as he watched Jesper take a shot with a fond smile on his face. He looked laid back, his flannel abandoned somewhere to leave him in the tight-fitting t-shirt, his cap placed backwards on his head to keep his hair out of his face. He looked relaxed, young even. Like he didn’t have the responsibility of a frat, hockey and college on his mind. 

And like he could sense you, his eyes turned to look at you and his smile widened. He glanced at you, and then the boy beside you, before his gaze returned to you. 

And then, the little fucker winked. 

“See,” Jack said, laughing a little but it sounded off. 

You turned back to look at Jack, finding his eyes still locked on Nico. You noticed the slight flush to his cheeks, and a part of you wondered if he was just as affected by your boyfriend as you were. You wondered how long you had been oblivious to it if this was how he was staring at Nico. You wondered if he looked at you the same way. 

“He’s no better with you,” you eventually spoke, watching as his eyes quickly snapped back to you. His cheeks went redder. “Don’t underestimate that pretty face of yours.”

And you could see the cogs turning in his head. You could see him picking apart your words, can see the way he shifts in his spot. And you can see the way he tries to act like it doesn’t affect him when it does.

“You think I’m pretty?” 

Because he’s Jack and when things get overwhelming, he resorts to some weird mix of joking and flirting because it feels safer than whatever the truth is. Because you knew as much as he wanted to believe you, he couldn’t quite admit it out loud yet, admit it to himself. 

And you also knew he sometimes just needed a push in the right direction.

“I think,” you started as you lifted your hand, hesitating for a small moment before you pushed your fingers through his hair. You watched his eyes flutter shut, his body leaning further into your touch. “You’re one of the prettiest people I know.”

He gulped a little, blinking his eyes open. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed with a nod. 

And maybe it was the newfound realisation of your feelings. Or maybe it was the confidence you felt in the way he stared at you, like you hung the fucking moon. Or maybe it was a cumulation of the alcohol you had drunk since you arrived that fuelled it all. 

You weren’t sure what it was. 

But his eyes dropped to your lips for a few seconds too long and the next thing you knew, you were leaning in and pressing your lips against his. 

Your hand dropped to cup his cheek, the growing stubble brushed against your palm as you deepened the kiss. He let out a noise, something sweet and whiny and you wanted to bottle it up to listen to it forever. He let you guide the kiss, let you take control as your tongue swiped along his bottom lip. 

His eyes were still shut when you parted for a few seconds. But yours were open and staring just past his head, where Nico was standing. 

He was already staring at you, both of you. And you knew he wouldn’t be mad, but there was still something about the pure lust and want in his gaze that made your stomach dip. The way his lips twitched upwards when he saw you staring back, the way he nodded his head a little like it was a challenge. 

He was halfway across the room and, yet, still seemed to be enjoying this as much as the two of you. 

But before you could even bring yourself to take him up on his challenge, before you could close the distance between you and Jack and kiss him again, he was pulling away completely.

“Shit,” he breathed out, his wide eyes staring at you with an expression full of surprise and shock. 

Your brows furrowed. “Jack?”

“Shit,” he repeated, and you barely had a chance to wrap your head around any of it before he was quickly standing up. He stared at you, his face scrunched up and his lips parted like he wanted to say something but couldn’t seem to find the words.

“Jack,” you called out, your voice soft and concerned as you reached out for him but he jerked away from the touch.

“I am so sorry,” was all he managed to get out before he made a beeline towards the door.

You watched him rush out like he was being chased before your head turned, finding Nico watching the exit with a mixed expression of hurt and concern. 

And as you stood there, in the middle of the bar, feeling oddly cold and confused about the last thirty seconds, you couldn’t help but feel like you fucked something up without realising it.

…

Jack was avoiding you. 

He thought he was being subtle with it, but it was clear to everyone what was happening. He was hardly in the house anymore unless it was to sleep. And even then, he was still going out of his way to leave insanely early and come back very late. You hardly even saw him on campus. 

You hardly saw him at all.

And it was one thing if he was avoiding you, but he was avoiding Nico too and you could tell it was hurting him. You could tell it bothered him that Jack was hardly around the house, that he was having to get updates from Trevor or the other boys, that he went out of his way to avoid Nico at hockey practice too. 

It hurt and everyone could see the three of you suffering, but Trevor the worst. 

“He thinks you hate him,” the boy said one day when you were in the kitchen, pushing your pasta around your plate with no real appetite to eat.

You frowned. “What?” 

“Jack thinks you and Nico hate him because of what happened at the bar,” Trevor continued, shrugging his shoulders. “Something about making you kiss him and getting between your relationship.”

Your frown deepened. “But I kissed him. Not the other way around.”

“Yeah, well, that’s not how he sees it,” Trevor muttered, the usual smile on his face replaced with a concerned frown. “He thinks Nico is going to kick him out the frat.”

You dropped your fork. “What? That’s insane! Nico would never do that.”

“That’s what he believes though and the guy can be fucking stubborn,” Trevor huffed out. “I have tried telling him he is overthinking it but he just gets upset about it. He thinks he is delaying the inevitable.”

You let out a sigh.

Trevor continued. “He just needs to realise that he didn’t ruin his president’s relationship and that you both actually want to fuck him—”

“Trevor.” 

“—and then everything will be fine,” he concluded like it was easy. Like you could just walk up to Jack and tell him as much. As if he hadn’t been actively avoiding you for the last week.

“Yeah, that’s all,” you murmured, your mind wandering as the boy continued to ramble on about some business analytics class he was taking.

…

In classic president fashion, Nico was the one who had enough of the weird game the three of you had been playing for the last few weeks. He couldn’t take it anymore, so he was going to do what he did best, and he was going to fix the mess. 

He couldn’t handle seeing you heartbroken over it any longer.

He couldn’t handle Jack hiding away from him like he was a stranger. 

He couldn’t handle the overwhelming emptiness in his chest that had been haunting him since Jack ran out of the bar.

He couldn’t fucking handle any of it anymore.

All in all, it was embarrassingly easy to manipulate and puppeteer the whole thing. It was a bit of a slap in the face, to realise that something could have been done weeks ago. But Nico tried not to linger on the thought for too long. 

Plus, getting Jack in the same room as the two of you was the easy part.

Convincing him the two of you were just as gone for him as he was for you was going to be the hard part. Especially considering the fact Jack was one of the most stubborn and iron-willed people he had ever met in his life.

But he would be damned if another day went by where Jack Hughes didn’t know how the two of you felt for him. 

“Trev, how many books do you have that you need my help with?”

“I borrowed a lot! The librarian likes me.”

“And why have you not returned then?”

“...I forgot.” 

Nico could feel you tense beside him as the voices on the other side of the door got closer. He reached over, placing a warm and comforting hand on the small of your back as you sagged back against him. The footsteps got closer and closer until there was a pause. 

“Isn’t this Nico’s room?”

“Uh, no!”

“Trev—” 

The next thirty seconds passed in a blink of the eye. The door swung open and you could pinpoint the exact moment Jack saw the two of you. His eyes widened, his face fell and he was frozen in his spot. It gave Trevor more than enough time to shove him deeper into the room, call out a ‘you’re welcome!’ before he slammed the door shut behind him. 

Jack cleared his throat. “Sorry, I’m just gonna—”

“No,” Nico stepped forward, trying to hide the desperate tint to his words. “No, stay. Please.” 

Jack shifted in his spot. “I have some homework to—”

“Jack,” Nico interrupted, a deep sigh following as he shot the younger boy a look. “We know you’re ignoring us.”

Jack froze before he let out a strained laugh. “What? No! I’ve just been busy—”

“Jack.” This time you stepped forward, a frown painted on your lips. “Please, we know. We aren’t stupid.”

“Talk to us,” Nico said as he continued to walk forward until he was only a few steps from the boy. “Talk to me.” 

Jack glanced between the two of you, a conflict clearly playing out in his head before he eventually blurted out, “I didn’t mean to be a homewrecker!” 

Nico blinked, his brows furrowed together. “A what?”

You shook your head. “Jack—”

“I-I just…listen, you don’t have to say it. I get it. I know.” Jack swallowed, shifting in his spot once again. “I didn’t mean to…I…” There was a pause before he let out a breath. “You don’t have to worry about me…doing anything again. I won’t. I promise. And…and if you want me to leave the frat, I get it.” 

His eyes were focused on the ground, staring at some random spot between his feet as he finally got out the words that had been weighing heavily on his chest for the last few weeks. But with his gaze downward, he missed the way Nico’s face softened completely at his admission. 

“And if we want you to do it again?” 

Jack blinked before he lifted his head. “What?”

Nico swallowed before he closed the small distance between them, keeping his eyes on the boy. “And what if we want you to do it again? What if we don’t want you to stop?”

He blinked with a look of pure discombobulation on his face. “Huh? But I…I kissed your girlfriend.” 

“Jack.” Nico sighed, and it sounded so fond as he lifted his hands to hold the younger boy’s face. “You kissed my girlfriend.” 

“Uh, yeah, I just said that,” Jack murmured, his cheeks burning.

“I am not mad, I like kissing my girlfriend too,” Nico told him.

Jack frowned a little. “Well, yeah, she’s your girlfriend—”

“And,” Nico interrupted, taking a deep breath before he continued. “She liked kissing you too.” 

Jack blinked. 

“If anything, I was jealous she kissed you first,” he continued, his thumbs lightly swiping over the apples of his cheek.

“Oh,” was the only response Jack managed. 

You made your way over, leaning against your boyfriend’s arms as you stared at Jack with a soft smile on your lips. “He’s wanted to kiss you for a while. You are his favourite.”

Nico’s lips twitched upwards but, for the first time, he didn’t deny it. “Yeah. Yeah, you are.” 

Jack looked between the two of you as he tried to process the last thirty seconds in his head. And then he let out a laugh, a little nervous and hesitant. “You…you want to kiss me too?” 

Nico nodded.

“Is this, like, some weird couples kink?” Jack blurted out, blood roaring in his ears and he was half-tempted to pull away if he knew he wouldn’t miss Nico’s touch on him. “Or has Trevor set you up to this? Because that is not cool—”

And then, Nico was kissing him.

Albeit, it was short and nowhere near as passionate as the one you and Jack shared at the bar, but it got the job done. It shut the boy up. It showed him this was far from a joke.

“For fuck’s sake, Jack,” Nico groaned as he pulled away, resting their foreheads together like he tended to do after goal celebrations on the ice. “We are in love with you, you idiot. You wrecked nothing.” 

Jack let out a shaky breath as he pulled back a little. “You’re what?”

You stepped forward, catching his hand in yours before he stepped away completely. “This isn’t a joke. This isn’t some weird kink. This is just us telling you that we like you. Love you, even. This is us asking you to fix whatever mess we accidentally created because, Jack, I can’t handle you ignoring us again. We can’t handle that.”

His face softened. “You mean it?” 

“Every word,” you confirmed with a nod.

“You want me?” He asked, and it broke your heart a little. You don’t think you had ever heard Jack Hughes sound so doubtful, so unsure of himself.

“We want you, baby,” Nico murmured, his hand dropping to cup the back of Jack’s neck as he smiled at the boy. 

“I—” Jack’s shoulders sagged a little, like he could finally breathe for the first time in weeks. Like the weight and lingering guilt had been removed from his shoulders. “Shit, I really dragged this out, huh?” 

You laughed, shaking your head. “We got there eventually.”

“Even after I ran out on you?” Jack questioned.

“You can make it up to me,” you retorted, something mischievous shining in your eyes.

Almost instinctively, Jack’s eyes snapped over to Nico like he was seeking permission. 

Nico smiled a little, squeezing his neck once again in reassurance. “You don’t have to ask. You can just kiss her, baby.” 

“I know, I just…” He trailed off, his cheeks pretty and rosy and it made something twist deep in Nico’s gut. 

“You want me to tell you what to do?” Nico asked, his voice a little lower. A little gruff. “Need a little guidance, hm?” 

Jack swallowed but nodded, a little shy.

“Hm, gonna listen?” He continued to taunt the boy, feeling Jack’s pulse thump beneath his palm. “Not gonna be a brat?”

“Promise,” Jack nodded.

Nico smiled and it made his heart lurch with desire. “Kiss her, baby. Make it up to her.”

Jack’s eyes shifted over to you. 

You were watching him with a fond smile, head tilted in curiosity as you watched the interaction play out between the two of him. The second his attention was on you, you raised your brows in challenge, waiting to see if he really would listen to Nico’s instructions. 

There were only a few beats of hesitation before Jack leaned forward, one hand on your face and the other on your waist as he pulled you towards him. The kiss was nothing like the one from the bar, it was far better. It almost felt like he had been holding back on you before.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you sunk into the kiss, as you let Jack take control this time, as you let him express the months of wanting and pining he had been holding onto him. You could feel his arm around your waist tightening, could feel his body pressed against yours as he held you close. 

Nico settled behind Jack, his hands on the younger boy’s waist as he watched with pure desire and intent in his gaze. 

You let out a small gasp when he nipped your bottom lip before pulling away, both of you panting and desperately breathing in the air your lungs were crying out for.

“Hm,” Nico hummed, his chin hooked on Jack’s shoulder as he looked at you. “What do you say, baby? Think he made up for the last few weeks?”

You almost felt like you were in a daze as you shook your head. “More.”

“More?” Nico grinned, squeezing Jack’s waist. “What do you say, Jack? Wanna give our girl more?”

He gulped a little at the use of ‘our girl’. 

“You want to make her feel good? Beg for her forgiveness?” Nico continued, his head dipping down until his lips were tracing over Jack’s neck. He felt the boy shiver as he pressed a kiss to his pulse point. “Want me to teach you what she likes?” 

“Please,” Jack breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck. Please. Yes.”

Nico lifted his gaze to look at you—a look you knew all too well.

“Bed. Now.” 

The hands on his waist kept Jack locked in place as he watched you step out of his hold. He watched you continue to walk backwards until you reached the edge of the bed and quickly settled yourself down on the mattress, looking at Nico with that same expression Jack had given him earlier. 

Nico pulled Jack closer, his chest pressed against the younger boy’s back as his breath tickled along his skin. Jack’s eyes fluttered shut as he began to kiss along his neck, teeth grazing against the sensitive spots that made his body push back into Nico’s. 

He leaned back against the boy, his head falling back on his shoulder as Nico’s hands began to wander. 

“Take off your pants,” Nico said to you, his voice rougher than moments earlier as he pushed one hand under the hem of Jack’s shirt.

Jack let out a small sound, a whimpering noise that was borderline embarrassing but Nico didn’t seem to mind. Instead, the boy lifted his head from Jack’s neck and used his free hand to grip his chin and turn his head so he could finally kiss him properly. 

You watched them from your spot on the bed as you shimmied your jeans down your legs. You watched the way Nico held Jack’s face, the way his tongue swept along his lips before sinking into his mouth. You watched the way Jack’s body keened under the touch, the way his body shifted to seek more of him. You watched the way they fit together so well, like a perfect match.

Your boys.

Yours.

“Look at her,” Nico grumbled as he pulled away, despite the fact Jack kept shifting closer to kiss him again. “So impatient. Such a brat.” 

Jack blinked slowly, his brain feeling like it was ten seconds behind as he turned his head to look at you. His lips parted in surprise as he found you sitting on Nico’s bed, clad in your shirt (it was really one of Nico’s) and your panties with your fingers tracing the waistband.

“M’not a brat,” you responded with a huff.

Nico grinned, leaning down to lightly nip Jack’s earlobe. “She’s such a brat,” he murmured, his large hand still splayed on Jack’s stomach and it made his head feel funny. “Gonna help me take care of her?” 

He nodded.

“Go on then,” Nico said as he lightly patted Jack on his ass before stepping back. “Kneel in front of her. Be a good boy.” 

He bit back the small whine he wanted to let out as he closed the distance between you and him, pausing for a moment when you reached for his shirt and yanked him down to kiss him. He sunk into the kiss quickly, letting out a relieved moan as he felt your tongue exploring his mouth. 

He placed his hands on either side of you, happy to just feel your lips on his and hear the little sighs you let out against his mouth. 

“Touch me, Jack,” you murmured softly between kisses. 

Jack’s brain short circuited as he pulled back to look at you, hooded eyes blinking as he took in your glossy eyes and flushed expression. Almost instinctively, his eyes darted downwards to see the way you were clenching your thighs together. 

“Beg him,” Nico spoke from a few feet away.

Jack gulped a little as he glanced back up at you, seeing the same hint of desperation he felt bubbling inside him.

“Please touch me, baby,” you whispered, leaning closer until your noses were brushing against each other and you could feel the shaky breath he let out. “Fuck, Jack, I wanna know how you feel. Thought about it so many times. Thought about you inside me.”

His eyes fluttered shut. “Shit.” 

Because, if Jack Hughes was completely honest with himself, the whole thing felt like a dream. He had many of them since he joined the frat, since he met you and Nico and felt every perspective he had on his sexuality be thrown out the window. He had so many that eventually the guilt washed away to a more permanent emotion. 

He lost track of the amount of times he dreamed of your soft hands or Nico’s board shoulders or his lips on either one of yours. He lost track of the amount of times he woke up hot and sweaty and panting in his bed. He lost track of the amount of times he fisted his cock in the shower, early in the morning when no one else was awake and he didn’t have to hide his pants and moans of your names as he came. 

A small part of him was waiting for the moment to hit. He was waiting for the dream to no longer feel so real, for the edges to start to blur as his body began to wake up. He was waiting to wake up in his bed, hit with a pang of longing and loneliness with only a hard cock to show for it. 

But he didn’t want this dream to end. 

This felt like one of his most realistic ones yet and he wasn’t ready to let it go, he wasn’t ready to face his reality. He wasn’t ready for it to be fake. 

He squeezed the fat of your thighs as he guided your legs over his shoulder, as he kissed and sucked up and down the skin of your inner thighs like he always wanted to do. He clung onto you like his dream would rip you away, like he could prevent himself from being torn away from between your thighs.

Jack listened to the way you moaned and sighed beneath his touch, the way you cried out his name as his tongue swiped along your clothed cunt and sucked the fabric in his mouth. He clung onto the way your thighs squeezed his ears as his fingers tugged the fabric of your panties to the side, as he finally got his mouth on your pussy. 

He wasn’t ready to wake up and lose this. He wasn’t ready to wake up and lose the way Nico’s fingers felt tangled in his hair as he guided Jack’s head up as he ate you out. He wasn’t ready to lose the way Nico’s body felt pressed against his back, whispering what a good job he was doing as his lips wrapped around his earlobe the same way Jack was doing to your clit.

He needed to keep this. 

He needed this to be real. 

He needed—

“You’re so perfect, Jack,” Nico groaned from behind him, his hand reaching around to dip under the waistband of his trousers. “So fucking perfect. Our pretty boy, hm?” 

He needed it all to be real. 

Jack groaned against your cunt when Nico wrapped his hand around his cock, his hand so much bigger than his own. He took a moment, leaning his forehead against your thigh as Nico’s thumb lightly circled the head of his cock in a way that made his whole body shake.

“C’mon, baby, you said you wanted to make our girl feel good,” Nico whispered in his ear, pressed up against him as he continued to stroke his cock. “You only get to come when she comes.” 

“Nico,” Jack panted out, his eyes clenched shut as the older boy’s fist tightened around him.

“You said you’d be my good boy, Jack.”

“I will,” he breathed out, groaning as he bucked his hips. “I am.”

“Then make her come.” 

He needed this to be real. He wanted it to be real so fucking badly. He wanted this to be the life he lived, the life he had wished for constantly. He wanted for it to be you and him and Nico, he wanted it all. And maybe it made him greedy, but he needed it.

And Jack could feel everything building up. 

He could feel the way your body tensed and shook underneath him as he licked and sucked and kissed your soaking cunt, as he wrapped his lips around your clit until your back was arching off the bed. He could feel the hot rush of pleasure wash down his spine as Nico continued to stroke his cock, whispering filthy words in his ear that would haunt him for the rest of his life. He could feel the overwhelming rush of emotions bubbling inside him, ready to spill into some cold, bitterness when he woke up alone.

He could feel it all and it all came crashing down at once, it felt like it fucking winded him.

And he couldn’t bear to open his eyes at first. He couldn’t bear to open his eyes and see his own room around him. To see the sun shining in through his window because he forgot to close the curtains the night before. To see himself alone in his bed. To see whatever ungodly hour he had woken up at this time.

He couldn’t bear it just yet.

And then he felt a warmth against his back. It was comforting and familiar and he craved to feel more of it. And he felt a hand in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp in a way that made him whine a little.

“Shhh, you did so well, baby. So well for us, Jack,” a voice whispered, deep and rich and soothing. A voice he craved to hear constantly. 

Nico.

Because it wasn’t a dream. None of it was a dream. It was real. It was all real life. It was him and you and Nico. It was the three of you and neither of you were going anywhere and Jack wasn’t about to wake up in his room alone. 

It was all fucking real. 

“There he is,” you mused, your hand running through his hair as you watched his bleary eyes blink up at you. “Our pretty boy.” 

His cheeks flushed in response. 

“C’mon, need to get you cleaned up. I’ll get you another pair of sweatpants to wear and then we can nap, okay?” Nico asked, hardly giving Jack a chance to even answer before he pressed a kiss to the side of his head and stood up. 

He hated how cold he felt without Nico behind him.

“You okay?” You asked, your voice soft and concerned, and he just wanted to close his eyes and rest his head on your lap and stay there forever.

“Is this real?” He blurted out, only slightly embarrassed by his own bashfulness as you smiled down at him.

“So real, baby,” you murmured before tugging his head back enough to lean down and kiss him. “So fucking real.”

“Good,” he hummed as his eyes fluttered shut. “I love you both too, you know?”

“Yeah, we know.” 

And there was more to talk about. So much more to discuss and work out and really talk about. You knew that. Nico knew that. Jack knew it too. But it could wait. You had waited months to admit your feelings to yourselves and each other. You could wait just a little longer. 

It was a conversation to be had later, when you weren’t cuddled on Nico’s bed with both your boys pressed up against you as you surrendered yourself to the sleep your body was fighting. 

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hello can you write headcanons for yandere klaus mikaelson with a human female reader

hello, I’m so sorry this has taken so long!

warning - mentions of stalking

the gif I use isn’t mine, divider by @newlips

HEADCANON OF YANDERE KLAUS MIKAELSON WITH HUMAN READER

Klaus had never been so obsessed with anyone in his life, not until he met you. Well, met technically isn’t the word… More like, stalked you.

He is in love with everything about you. From your smile, voice, body, laugh, eyes. Everything.

He feels like he’ll go insane if he doesn’t see or hear from you.

Being able to date you felt like a dream come true. You were so cute as you became shy under his gaze, whispering a soft yes when he asked you out.

You became the reason Klaus breathed. He realised he could lose everything right then and there, but not you. He couldn’t lose you.

He watched you, followed your every move. Tracked you, and if he couldn’t be there. He’d have one of his hybrids/vampires do it.

He was dedicated to you. Loyal, only to you. Protective. He never ignored you and he was madly in love. Which had been a strange feeling for him.

He’s killed for you, not that you knew of course. But anyone who even looks your way, suddenly end up dead.

thank you for reading!

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[levandright]

omg this is my first time doing one of these i’m sorry if my answers aren’t good 😭😭 i’m usually described as very hyper and funny by others, i’m very loyal and i try my best to be nice to others. i love reading and listening to music and watching romcoms. i’m a capricorn. my ideal type is somebody tall, kind, shy and quiet. i also love when they’re chaotic and hyper idk it’s a mix of both maybe??

my favourite trope would be like the boy next door trope and enemies to loves like mixed together but those two separately are also good !! my favourite season is winter and hobbies of mine are reading, writing poems, baking, and beauty related stuff like doing makeup (idk what else 😭)

i would like to be matched up with nct dream !! i’m sorry if the information is confusing once again <3 and congrats on 200 followers !!! 🫶🫶

FINDING YOUR MATCH...

MATCH FOUND! your match is... PARK JISUNG

JISUNG loves how energetic you are, your humor just matches his perfectly. you always have him laughing at one of your quick-witted jokes. being by your side he's albe to unleash his playful and cheeky side. often teasing you in lighthearted and affectionate way that sometimes leave you blushing.

JISUNG is easily able to match your energy when you're both alone, but when you're in a more public setting he easily gets shy. (he can't help it you know!) though he's shy in public doesn't mean he won't go out his comfort zone once a while to see your surprised expression ;). its worth the judging stares of single passerby's he thinks.

JISUNG and you have a tradition of having a snowball fight every winter time, often competing who'll hit the other more. you always win somehow. he's totally not letting your snowball hit him on purpose he says.

JISUNG loves loves building gingerbread houses with you <3 even if he always end up breaking something while making the gingerbread house, his gingerbread house often looking like an earthquake hit it with a 10.0 magnitude. which often times lead you to teasing him, sometimes he'll get all sad and pouty just to make you hug and comfort him(an evil mastermind he is…)

JISUNG wants to bake with you, but one time he almost burned your shared apartment down because he let the oven on for longer than the needed amount, you've banned him from touching the kitchen since (he says he won't do it again though, maybe you should give him another chance-)

JISUNG would let you practice your makeup skills on him, he'll just be staring at your face like some love sick puppy though, you often get flustered if you kept eye contact with him for more than 7 mins.

your custom playlist <3

✮ lev notes : TYSM!! dw it wasn't confusing <3 I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING YOUR MATCHUP hehe :33 hope you'll like the songs i choose for your playlist :D ✮ want to find your own match? apply here! curious about other matches?

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[jennay]

Mine

Request: So I have an idea for a fluffy fic? Where reader and Noah are best friends and reader flies out and surprises Noah on tour at a show. He sees the reader standing in the side wings of the stage while performing and he gets so happy! After the show maybe they confess feelings? Or whatever you think!! Love your writing 💕 💕

An: I nearly died from fluff. Thank you for the request💜

Noah stuuuuffff

Words: 3k I think

Now warnings just a lot of feelings.

“How did you-“ Bryan looks at you with pure confusion, his eyes wide and mouth open. He quickly recovers and smiles, “Our security needs upgrading.” He laughs knowingly and clicks the camera in front of your face. “Memories!” He says in a mock-serious tone as if he is documenting a historic moment.

You laugh as you pretend to swat the camera from your face.

“Hey, don’t give him any reason to look over here.” You whisper to Bryan, pointing at Noah, who is on the stage, talking to the crowd. “He doesn’t know I came.” You say with a sneaky smile.

Bryan nods as he heads back to the stage, “You got it!” He says, giving you a wink. He hurries away from you, and you watch as he follows Noah around while he talks to the crowd.

Noah’s voice fills the air, confident and charismatic, as he riles the crowd with his witty banter and infectious energy.

You stand in awe, listening to the music and singing along to his songs.

Jolly is entertaining to watch while he bounces around and plays his guitar. Nicholas is calm and relaxed, staying in his spot and grooving with his bass. Folio is a beast on the drums, pounding away with so much energy that you wonder how he does it.

You feel pride and admiration for them, especially for Noah, your best friend. You know how hard he’s worked to get here.

You also know how hard it has been for him to be away from home, touring the world and living his dream.

He confided in you last week when you talked on the phone that he was feeling anxious and homesick. He said he missed you and that it was weird to be separated from you for so long. You felt the same way. You two have been inseparable since you were kids, growing up together and sharing everything. You have always supported and cheered him on, even when others doubted him or tried to bring him down.

You’ve seen him grow from a shy boy with a big dream to a superstar with a loyal fanbase. And yet, he has never changed who he is.

He is still the same Noah you know and love, the one who makes you laugh, who listens to you, who cares about you, who is going to be surprised whenever he decides to notice you standing off to the side of the stage.

You lock eyes with Nicholas as he turns around during the song, and you wave at him with a smile.

He looks happy to see you, and he quickly makes his way to Noah, who is still singing his heart out. He lightly bumps Noah on the shoulder and gestures towards you, hoping to surprise him.

Noah’s brown eyes sparkled like polished gems as he caught sight of you. His smile is radiant, spreading across his face like a sunbeam. He looks overjoyed, as if he had just found the most precious treasure in the world. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, and an intense glow filled your heart, warming your entire body.

The song ends, and he waves you over, asking you to stand with him. “Stop hiding!” He says over the mic. “C’mon, I want to introduce you to the family!” He says, showcasing the crowd.

You shake your head and mouth the word no. You’re so incredibly proud of him and happy he wants everyone to know who you are, but you prefer to stay in the shadows where you could watch him shine.

“Awe,” He coos over the mic. “You’re adorable when you're shy!” He smiles goofily and turns back to the crowd, “That’s (y/n)!” He pauses, pacing the stage. “She’s one of the reasons I made it this far..” He returns the mic to his side, smiling like a child as the crowd cheers at his words. “She was there when we were just kids, pushing me towards my dreams and not letting me give up.” He turns back towards you, “Kicking me in the ass when I wasn’t motivated.” He beams, love, filling his brown iris as he thinks of your encouragement. “Reminding me that if I was going to be a high school dropout, this was my only other choice.”

You cover your eyes with your hand, lightly giggling, thankful he’s giving you credit but also dying from the attention. “It's all you!” You say to him even though he can’t hear you.

“If you’d come here, I could probably hear what you said.” He challenges you, and with great hesitation, you finally give in to him.

You make your way to the center of the stage, feeling Jolly’s playful laughter as he sees you taking deep breaths and fidgeting with your hands.

“There she is,” Noah says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and drawing you near despite his damp skin. “Now, what did you say?” He asks, putting the microphone to your lips. “I said it’s all you. I had nothing to do with it.” You glance at Bryan, who is snapping more photos of this moment.

You’re unaware of it, but Bryan has snapped a photo of the exact moment when you and Noah realize that there is more than friendship between you.

He gazes down at you while you look up at him with wonder. A blush spreads, and you want to escape from the stage. Your heart beats faster, and your stomach feels queasy.

You slowly break free from his hug, smiling as you wave to the crowd and walk away. You feel awkward, but you know it would only get worse if you stayed in front of all those eyes.

Nicholas gives you a knowing smile as if he can read your mind.

You shake off the feelings and head to the back of the stage. You hear Noah talking about the last song they’re going to play. You walk down the side stage, heading to the stairs.

Your heart is still pounding in your chest. What is this feeling? “Not Noah,” You whisper, trying to push the thoughts out of your head. You walk toward the tour bus, trying to catch your breath. “Come on!” You exclaim, looking up at the sky. “Why now? We had over ten years to do this. What the fuck!”

You sit outside the bus on a bench, knowing the bus is locked. You pull out your phone and call your friend Isabelle.

“Hey!” She answers, “How was your flight?”

Sighing, you lean back, “I’m in love with Noah.” You blurt out.

You hear her soft laughter on the other as she asks, “What!?”

“Yeah, uh. Fuck.” You quietly say.

“You’ve literally been fightening me for the last two years about this, and now that I’m convinced there’s nothing, there’s something!?” She laughs again, “Well, spill it. What’re you going to do? Gonna romance him or just be weird and avoid him?”

You stand up and walk around the grassy area, trying to gather your thoughts. “Just go back to the hotel and avoid him at all costs.” You roll your eyes at your idea. “I’m walking back to the car right now. I think I can just sneak away before they get here.”

When you reach your car, you unlock the door and pop into the driver's seat. You set your phone down and allow it to connect to the Bluetooth.

“Well, I think that’s a shit idea, but you do whatever.” She laughs, “Avoiding Noah like he’s a plague will make it worse for you. I’ve seen you’re separation anxiety.” She teases, “Just talk to him. It’s not like he’s this big, scary guy. You constantly make fun of him for being so soft, and now you’re acting like he’s so hard to talk to.”

You hesitate, torn between going to the hotel and facing Noah, but you’re afraid of what he might say or do if he finds out how you feel.

“Are you driving, seriously? You’re leaving.” She squeals with annoyance. “Oh my god. I should’ve come. I knew it.”

“Look, I just, I need a minute to collect my fucking thoughts. This came as kind of a shock to me.” You drive as fast as possible to get to the hotel, and your stomach threatens to release any content.

“I don’t know how this came as a surprise.” Isabelle’s voice is full of disbelief, “There’s a reason this shit happens in the movies. I’m sorry if I’m making it worse, but your turning into a walking cliche.”

Frustrated, you groan at the idea of your life situation being as dramatic as the movies. “I gotta go. I just got to the hotel.”

You click the end button without giving her a chance to respond. Isabelle was right, though. Noah wasn’t difficult to talk to. You were making this a bigger deal than necessary, but it didn’t stop you from feeling nervous.

Annoyance bubbles up inside you when you hear your text tone go off. Was she really texting you already!?

Hey, sorry if I was too much. I don’t know if I pissed you off, um. I was hoping we’d have some time to hang out.

You stare down at your phone, debating if you should call or text. You can’t call Noah. He’ll know some things up.

Sorry! All is good; I just felt a little gross and went back to the hotel. You nervously bite your lip and send another text. Wanna come over, or can I meet you somewhere? I’m not really in the mood to hang out with everyone.

You wait for a response, a million things racing through your mind as you wonder what you would say to him. I think we need to talk…

Send me the address. I’ll be there shortly.

You hear a knock on the hotel door, and your heart skips. He’s here already. You wish you had more time to prepare yourself for this moment. You get up from the chair and walk towards the door, feeling nervous and excited. You unlock it and open it slightly, meeting Noah’s bright smile and sparkling eyes. You open the door wider and invite him in, trying to act casual. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest.

“Hey.” He says, “Everything ok?” He walks around the small room and sits on the edge of the bed. He looks at you with concern as you stand by the door, frozen and unable to move.

“What’s going on with you?” He asks, his voice gentle and curious.

“I’m scared.” You say, walking over to him slowly.

His brown eyes are full of warmth and worry, his lips slightly parted, and his hair tousled from pushing it out of his face so many times. You’re afraid of what he might say, what he might do, what he might think of you.

“Wanna elaborate?” He says, his tone changing to protective. His eyebrows furrow, and his jaw clenches. “Did something happen? Do I need to kick someone’s ass?” He asks, ready to defend you from any harm.

You shake your head and plop beside him, trying to act calm. But inside, you feel like you’re about to faint.

You know he can sense something is wrong, something is different. He’s seen you through your ups and downs, highs and lows. He’s been your best friend for years, your confidant, your partner in crime.

He knows you better than anyone else. And that’s why this is so hard. His eyes watch you, scanning for any clues to the situation. He grows more worried and concerned.

The last time he saw you acting like this, it had something to do with your ex-boyfriend, who cheated on you and broke your heart. And if it had anything to do with him again, Noah would make sure he paid for it.

He hated seeing you hurt; he hated seeing you cry. He wanted to make you happy, and he wanted to make you smile.

You bite your lip, thinking of something to say to him. You know what you want to say, but getting yourself to do it is nearly impossible. But you can’t keep this inside anymore. You need to tell him the truth, and you need to take a risk.

You take a deep breath, building courage and preparing for rejection. “I need to tell you something,” You say softly, looking into his eyes. “And I need to know that no matter what I say, we’re gonna be ok.”

He nods his head, “We’re gonna fine.” His arm wraps around your shoulder, pulling you to his chest, resting his chin on your head, and running his hand up and down your arm, “You can’t get rid of me.” He reminds you.

You nuzzle your face closer to his chest and mumble a few inaudible words against his body.

You feel his chest move as he chuckles and gently pulls away from you, looking down at you, tilting your chin to look at him. “You did that on purpose.”

“But technically, I said what I needed to.” You say, flashing a smile.

“It doesn’t count if I can’t hear it.” He gives you a second to sit up and regain your composure. “C’mon, it’s me. Just say what you need to say.”

“Ok, fine!” You stand up, towering over him. You put your hands on his shoulders and look directly at him. “I said I have feelings for you, and it’s ruining my life!” You fling your hands up in the air and put a considerable distance in front of the two of you. You’re eyes wander around the room, trying to avoid looking at him. “And I know you don’t feel that way, and that’s fine, but I needed to say it and get it out there. Like, I get if you don’t want to talk anymore, I’m not anything special, and you could have whatever you want and-“

He stands up quickly and grabs your hands, stopping your rambling. A smile plastered on lips as he brought his hands to your face. “Dude,” He lightly laughs, “You’re wrong.”

You exhale deeply, still stuck in his gaze, “What?” You ask.

He wraps you in a tight embrace, and you hardly register what’s going on. Slowly, your hands come up to his waist and wrap around him, feeling relief that he didn’t walk out the door.

“You’re wrong.“ He steps back, his hands resting on your shoulders. “I’ve had a thing for you since middle school. I just thought you deserved better than me. There was no way you could fall for me. I’ve seen the guys you date.”

You stare at him in disbelief, your mouth hanging open. “You’re kidding, right?” You say, incredulous. “You’ve had a thing for me since middle school? How did I not know that? How did you not tell me that?” You feel a scale of emotions, from shock to confusion to happiness.

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. He’s been in love with you for years, and you’ve been oblivious to it.

You’ve wasted so much time dating jerks who didn’t appreciate you when the one who did was right in front of you all along.

He smiles sheepishly, his eyes crinkling. “I guess I was too scared to ruin our friendship. You’re my best friend, you know that. I didn’t want to lose you over some stupid crush. But I guess it’s more than that. It’s always been more than that.” He says, his voice is sincere and sweet.

He cups your face in his hands and looks into your eyes, making your heart flutter. He strokes your cheek with his thumb and says, “But how could I not fall for you? You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re kind, you’re beautiful. You’re everything I ever wanted.” He smiles and leans in, closing the gap between you. His lips touch yours softly, gently, sweetly. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back, feeling his arms around your waist and his hair between your fingers. You feel his warmth and his breath dancing across your skin. He deepens the kiss, making your heart race, and before it goes any further, he pulls away slightly and whispers in your ear, “No more secrets?”

You nod, “No more secrets.”

He kisses your forehead and hugs you tight, making you feel safe and loved.

He nuzzles into your neck, “You’re mine.”

You nod, unable to contain your giggle, “And you’re mine.”

[lillaydee]

The Arrangement Part 7

Pioneer! Joel Miller / Reader

Your life crumbled to nothing during a migration to Jackson, forcing you to agree to an arrangement just to survive.

NOTE: Possible inaccuracies in baby developments, food intake and inheritance or ownership laws coming. I really know nothing, but I needed to put some stuff in for the sake of the story line, so please forgive me and take everything in the spirit of storytelling yeah?

WARNINGS: Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Ellie & Joel Bonding (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Joel Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (The Last of Us), Jealousy, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Frontier Joel, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Virgin Joel, Virgin Reader, Minor Character Death, Period-typical Misogyny, Marriage of Convenience

SERIES MASTERLIST

Part 6

Tess, the very pretty lady who was apparently related to the woman who thought you were unworthy of your husband, rolled her eyes so far back they turned fully white for a split second.

“Mother! Leave it alone! He is married, I am married. Let it go! Stop trying to fix me up with strangers!”

Esther pulled a face at her daughter.

“Marriages can be annulled, you know.”

“Well, I don’t want to annul mine. Do you want to annul yours, Mr Miller?”

“Never,” your husband said, his arms tightening around yours and Ellie.

“But…”

“Ma’am,” Joel’s voice was stern, but somehow it was still calm, eerily so, you thought, scary enough to shut Esther up, nonetheless. “My Mama raised me well. That’s why I haven’t laid a hand on you for burning my wife’s hand. Do not test my patience by insulting my wife further. I am happily married; I am never going to annul my marriage. If you so much as suggest that to me or my wife again, you will find out just how ungentlemanly I can get. So, I’m telling you one more time. I am very, very happily married to a wonderful woman. You don’t think she’s good enough for me? Too bad. I do. And that’s the only opinion that matters, isn’t it? I couldn’t be happier, now, please, leave us be.”

He let go of your waist and pulled you away by your hand, his long legs taking huge strides to get away from there, you had to run a little to keep up. Esther was still seething at you. Tess made to go after you, but Maria told her not to. Joel was angry. She shouldn’t pester him or his family at this point. The rest of the Millers followed.

Once out of the town limits, Joel slowed down, lacing his fingers softly among yours, apologizing to the newlyweds for the scene. Liv and Diana waved their hands at him, telling him it wasn’t his fault. Liv wondered out loud how someone like Tess could come from such an unpleasant lady. Tess was wonderful, she said. Quite the opposite of her mother. The kindest. She was married, as Tess had said, but her husband was not in town, and Liv and Diana had never dared ask her what the story was. All they knew was, Tess was loyal, waiting for him to come home, and Esther was not happy about it. Apparently, Esther had been pushing Tess to marry every single man who passed through the town. Even tried to push the Sherriff on her once, before he threatened to lock her up. Every time, Tess openly shut her down. But she never let up. The newly wedded ladies couldn’t understand it.

The weirdest thing about it all was that Esther was never shy about calling Rose and her ladies homewreckers, but here she was, openly pushing her married daughter onto a married man, with his wife right there by his side. Both Liv and Diana told you not to mind Esther, and not to be worried about Tess. Esther was who she was, and she will tire once she was ignored long enough, and Tess would never, ever try to take Joel away from you.

You kept quiet throughout the walk, trying hard to get Esther’s words out of your head. She had said out loud what you were worried about – that you were not good enough for a man like Joel. Sure, Joel had countered that, but that didn’t mean the worry magically disappeared from your thoughts.

You felt his fingers squeeze yours, your eyes meeting his worried ones. He conveyed every worry he had for you in those eyes. You gave him a smile and squeezed his finger right back, trying to convince him you were alright.

Joel didn’t believe you for a second. He knew you were affected by Esther’s poison. He could tell. You were too quiet, moving along with the rest of them, your head down, deep in thought. He helped you put the groceries away when you got back, placed Ellie in her basket, and asked you to sit down with him.

“You don’t have to worry, you know. I am never leaving you. I told you that. I keep my promises.”

“Maybe she’s right.”

“No. She’s wrong. You’re too good for me, in fact. I am the luckiest man alive to have you as my wife.”

You couldn’t look at him, but you whispered a soft thank you to show him your appreciation for him trying to make you feel better. He cupped your face in his hands.

“I am not just saying that, Darling. I mean it.”

He kissed you on your cheek, slowly rubbing his nose on it after, his scruff tickling your skin, making you feel as if all the hair on your body were standing on end. You felt him draw a breath from your cheek, as if breathing in your scent, but you must’ve imagined that, right?

“You looked a bit odd when you came out of the store Darling. Were you angry I talked to the ladies while you were shopping? That one lady came and asked about Ellie’s carrier. That was all. And her friends came to join her.”

“I know. It was just… a shock, that’s all. To see them all crowding you like that.”

His face lit up a little, recognition flashing through.

“Were you… jealous?”

“No…” you said, too quickly, your cheeks reddening. He raised a disbelieving eyebrow at you. “I’m not jealous. They were just… standing a bit too close to you. That’s all.”

You finally looked up at him, expecting to see him laughing at you. But you met no such thing – his eyes just looked deep into yours, looking happy, proud, touched, even, that you would feel such a feeling just at the sight of him being surrounded by ladies who were only interested in your work.

“You know you don’t have to worry about that, right? I am not looking at anyone else. I’m happy right here, with you.”

He gave you a shy smile, which you shyly returned, his hands grasping yours, his thumbs rubbing your knuckles absent mindedly.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

**********

After lunch, where you successfully did not screw up panfrying some beef with vegetables and black pepper (not crushed black sesame seed, you checked, a lot) and roasted potatoes, he went back to making Ellie’s play cot. You sat with him, holding sticks up for him while he measured them onto the frame, carving tiny holes into them to fit the sticks into. What you did not expect from this seemingly harmless activity was the sounds he would be making.

Small huffs and puffs, grunts, that for reasons unknown, made your head swoon. Sometimes, he would ask you to hold a stick that he had slotted in, and sat really close to you, slowly hammering it into place, where you could hear his slightly ragged breathing, and when the cot was almost done and his body had started sweating, you could smell his musk, which somehow made you feel very… what’s the proper word for it… restless. You imagined what putting your nose into the crook of his neck would feel like, wondering if he ever thought the same of you.

That night, when you read him the next chapter of the book, he laid right next to you again, this time closer than the previous night. Whenever he laughed, or stopped you to ask questions, his hand would land on your knee before pulling it back. By the end of the reading session, his hand remained on your knee, fingers gently rubbing circles on it mindlessly, just as he often did with your hand when he held it in his.

He had returned his kerchief to you, his scent heavy on it. You knew you were going to sleep with it invading your senses tonight, but you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to sleep right next to the source. But you knew it wouldn’t be appropriate. You met a little under three weeks ago. You’d only been married less than a week. You should get to know each other better.

But you were thankful, he didn’t make things awkward with you. He was your husband, but also a friend, someone you could talk to, which seemed fitting, one of the things he asked of you was companionship. You look forward to spending time with him. Whenever he was away, even for short intervals, you missed his company. No matter the circumstance, you found yourself going to bed every night wanting more and more from him, the physical gestures from the day before seemingly no longer enough. You wanted to be closer to him. Did he want that too?

You laid in your wagon with his kerchief against your cheek, feeling so restless you could cry. There was a pent up energy in your body that you couldn’t get rid of, you didn’t even know if you were aware how to do so, but it took you a long, long time to fall asleep that night.

When you and Maria were doing laundry that morning after the wedding, she told you Will and Benny had taken their carriages somewhere further away from the camp – you know, for privacy - winking at you. You smiled jokingly back at her but felt a bit uneasy. Apart from the handholding, the gentle touches here and there and some cheek kisses, Joel hadn’t tried anything intimate with you. Did he not want that with you ever?

But, you supposed, having Ellie around was a bit of a hurdle for intimacy. You supposed that it wouldn’t be appropriate to do that with a baby right there, even though the families you shared the house with back in town kept having babies after another despite everyone being crammed in a single room. After all, he did tell you he wouldn’t. Not unless you asked it of him. But what were you supposed to say to him? How were you supposed to ask? You didn’t even know. So you would wait. Know your place.

This was an arrangement, after all, not love.

Little did you know, Joel lost his reserve that night, lying in his wagon with your handkerchief pressed against his nose, smelling heavily of you, his breaths heavy, his other hand in his trousers, the memories of you bathing and the softness of your curves and skin on his mind, praying to God you wouldn’t hear his dalliances, and if you did, that you wouldn’t be offended by this weakness of his, his weakness for you.

**********

The next day, while the men returned to the build, you were making some porridge for Ellie’s lunch and supper. Liv, Diana and Maria came to see you, Tess in tow. She looked hesitant, worried that you would chase her away. She asked if she could talk to you, Liv and Diana nodding encouragingly at you to give her a chance.

You took the porridge off the fire and asked them to sit down. Maria immediately went to Ellie who was playing with a leftover piece of flannel from her carriers, which Joel had tied knots into, the little girl squealing with joy to see her aunt.

Tess sat right across from you.

She told you her story, the full story, the one even Liv and Diana hadn’t heard.

She met Max two years ago when some merchants stumbled into his dying form just outside of Jackson. He was a foot soldier, just like the Millers. He got separated from his company, injured, and lost. He had been robbed of every possession he had, beaten within every inch of his life and left for dead. The merchants took him to Jackson where the resident doctor treated him for his injuries. He did not have any money, nothing to trade in order to pay for his medical bills, much less lodgings, or even food, for that matter.

Rose took pity on him and paid his medical bills, and then proceeded to allow him to stay in one of the backrooms she had at her establishment, where she kept her brooms and other supplies. He was far too sick to work hard labor. Once his wounds were better, he helped Rose out by fixing things around the business, running errands for her, even cleaning it for her in return for food and board. He was waiting for the Red Cross wagon to come, so that he could hitch a ride back to the nearest army post.

Tess met him for the first time when he came to the tavern to collect the food Rose had ordered for lunch one day, and they became fast friends. He was in town for a little over four months, spending every evening together after their work was done, and soon, they fell in love. But Esther did not approve. He was a poor, orphaned, foot soldier with not a dime to his name. He grew up with nothing in an orphanage and went straight into the army when he came of age. Her daughter was beautiful and talented, she said. She was worth more than being a wife of a penniless man such as himself.

Back then, Tess told you, she was what society would call a good daughter. She was meek. Obeyed her mother. Comforted her when her father left her. She was there for her mother. But when she disproved of Max simply because he was poor, she began to see her mother in a different light. Everyone who came to Jackson started out poor, she said. Everyone counted pennies, everyone worked hard to improve the town, bring business and more people to it, even her parents. So she found her mother’s distaste for Max’s situation lacking. For the first time in her life, she decided not to listen to her mother.  

Tess and Max continued to see each other behind Esther’s back, until one day, some travelers told them the news that the Red Cross wagon was about two towns away, arriving in said town just as they were leaving. Tess begged him to stay, but the repercussion of being a deserter, if caught, was too great to bear. So he asked her to marry him, promising her he will return to her as soon as he could.

They married quietly, their wedding only attended by Rose and the doctor, who had supported their love all along. When the wagon came, they said a tearful goodbye, Max promising her that he would return, and he will give her the life she deserved.

About three months after Max left, Tess found out she was with child. Esther was livid, berating her for bringing shame to the family. She wouldn’t stop shaming Tess about it, even though she knew that the pregnancy was not out of wedlock. The registrar who married them off confirmed their marriage, and still Esther wouldn’t accept it, telling anyone who would listen that Max had attacked her daughter and left her. No one believed her, thankfully, choosing instead to trust the words of the doctor, the registrar and even Rose, of all people, which fueled Esther’s anger more. About six months into her pregnancy, Esther tried to persuade Tess to leave town with an elderly merchant who was interested in her, believing Esther’s story about Max, telling her he would take good care of Tess and her child. Tess declined. Esther responded by slapping her hard, causing Tess to fall down some stairs, resulting in her baby’s death.  

After that day, Tess swore she would never take her mother’s bullying anymore. She simply existed alongside her mother, staying in town only in case Max did come back. Esther, though, was in denial, still obsessed with marrying her off to any man who came through town, Joel being the latest target. No one knew why she was so adamant, to be honest. No one in town cared that Tess was with child, no one was talking about it. Except Esther. She seemed to have made it her life mission to get Tess married, supposedly to ‘save the family from shame’. Tess had always tolerated these attempts as annoying, but when she tried to break a marriage, going so far as suggesting an annulment, she had gone too far.

“Elena,” she said, a soft, sincere look in her eyes, “I am waiting for Max to come back. I do not plan to marry anyone else, even if Joel was single. I believe Max will come back. And if he didn’t, I still wouldn’t marry anyone else. If Max hasn’t returned in three years, I will assume him dead, or had left me, and will mourn him forever. So, please do not worry about my mother. She will quiet down soon enough.”

You kept quiet. You didn’t really understand it, but you liked Tess. Something about her made you think she was being truthful. And you appreciated her coming here to explain her side of the story.

She stood up, her hand outstretched to shake yours in peace, a sincere smile on her face. You stood up and took it. Your eyes went to the apron she had on. It looked old, well worn, haphazardly mended in different spots and had a large burn on it.

“For what it’s worth, I think no one could persuade Joel to annul this marriage if they had him at gunpoint. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. From what I heard; he almost tore my mother’s head off when she spilled the stew on your hand. I would have paid good money to see that. But I was too busy in the kitchen,” she told you, but you were not really listening.

“You are a cook?”

“Yes, I cook for the tavern. Why?”

“What’s a roux?”

**********

The next day, Joel came back for lunch to a delicious, meaty smell. You greeted him, ladling some thick, steamy beef and vegetables stew into a bowl, a large chunk of bread torn off for him. He sat down and began eating, his eyes closing after one mouthful, the deepest of breaths drawn into his lungs. He opened his eyes to a very happy looking wife, telling you that this, without a shadow of a doubt, was the best stew he had ever had in his life.

You felt like you were soaring in the clouds. Your husband loved the stew you made. And you believed him. He was not just saying that. He had three full bowls for lunch, telling you before he left that he looked forward to eating more when he came back.

You sent him off with a kiss and a wave and sat back down to finish the new apron you were making for Tess, a payment of sorts, for services rendered, an elated smile on your face.

**********

You were shocked by the build progress when you went to send your husband his drink and snacks that day. On your first visit that morning, you found him, Benny and Tommy digging holes in different areas of the levelled plot, while Will was hammering some wood onto the frame of the outhouse. By you final visit, Tommy and Benny were up on ladders, taking turns driving a thick pole into the ground with a heavy hammer, while Joel and Will held it in place. These men worked fast, you thought.

The men always looked so happy when you and the ladies drop by, thankful for the drinks, the other three Millers taking the opportunity to get small dosages of loving from their new wives. But you and Joel were a little bit more reserved, Joel focusing more on playing with Ellie, giving you a small peck on your cheek before you left.

When the ladies got together again for laundry, Maria teased the newlywedded ladies about their men wanting to leave their wagons at the new spots, quite a distance away from one another. The ladies laughed it off, shyly telling their new sisters that their husbands liked the privacy it afforded. Oh, we know, Maria said, that’s why we purposely set our camps aways away from Joel and Elena’s when we first got here. They all laughed and gave you cheeky, meaningful looks. Oh, you never thought your face could turn much redder. You kept quiet as they joked about their husbands’ insatiable needs for them, without going into much detail, obviously, but the lighthearted conversations left you feeling a bit down, wondering if you would ever be able to join in on it. Thankfully, the ladies did not press you to do so, probably aware that you and Joel were not quite there yet.

Joel came home that evening, greeted you with a kiss as usual, washed, fed and played with Ellie like he always did before putting her down for the evening, but something was off. His gait was odd. You watched him wince as he sat down on the log next to you for dinner, sitting a bit too straight up and stiff for your liking. But you didn’t say anything, not yet you thought. Maybe he will tell you later.

He demolished what was left of the stew, telling you it tasted better than it did that noon, thanks to the fact that it had been rendering all day by the pit. He told you that the main poles that would be the anchor to the house was all driven in that day. They should be able to complete the framing for the base of the house the next day, nail in the flooring the day after that and frame the walls and the roof next. The frame for the house should be ready in a week of so, he said, if weather permitted. And after that, it shouldn’t be too long before your little family could move in.

He asked you what you did with the stew. You told him that you got some tips from Tess, in return for a new apron. He looked a bit uneasy at this, asking you if you were sure you wanted to be friends with her after what her mother did to you. You told him her story, and he seemed to relax a little bit, thankful that Tess seemed to have good intentions, and that his new sisters seemed to trust her. But he still mildly cautioned you to be careful, to not let Esther get to your head, and to come straight to him if she ever did. But he’s glad to know that you were making friends, and that you were making good use of your talents to trade for something you wanted. Thank you, he said, for wanting to learn more for him, leaning in to kiss you on your cheek, rubbing his nose on it, taking a deep breath as he did so.

“About that,” you said to him hesitantly, “What do you think about me taking some commissions for the townsfolk? You know, making them clothes and the likes? We could get some extra income.”

He frowned a little at this, what did you mean extra income?

“Well, you know, we will be building for a while, and maybe not working for income until all the houses are built, and even then, even if we work the land, it will take time to make a profit. This way, we’ll have something to fall back on, would that be alright with you?”

He looked at you as if you were speaking in some foreign language. “Darling, leave that to me. I am your husband, it’s my job to provide for you. I don’t want you to worry about that,” he looked worried, as if he hadn’t been fulfilling his duties well. “You are already doing so much, and with us building and readying for a new house, I cannot possibly ask you to take on more jobs. This shouldn’t be your burden.”

You fell silent, mulling his train of thoughts as you did. He was right, of course, you did have a lot on your plate, but you couldn’t help think that a little extra income would be nice. It’ll give you something else to do.

“How about this,” he said, noticing your noisy thoughts. “Why don’t you take small commissions first? Maybe one job at a time? Like the carrier that lady wanted. When we are settled, when Ellie is a bit older, and you feel like you could do more, then you do it. I will support you in whatever you want to do, I just don’t want you to be overwhelmed. Alright?”

You nodded happily, a wide smile gracing your lit up face, and just like that, his heart expanded. Seeing you so happy made him happy. So this was what people meant when they said, ‘Happy Wife, Happy Life’, he thought.

**********

“Sweetheart, what is the matter with your back?” you asked him as he winced when trying to lie down on the rug for the next chapter of the book, the term of endearment slipping from your lips before you could help yourself. You couldn’t take it anymore. He was obviously in pain.

“Nothing,” he mumbled, a small smile turning his lips upwards, trying not to let his elation at you calling him sweetheart come to surface. “Pulled something lifting that final pole today.”

His hands were rubbing his shoulder blades and lower back, trying to soothe the discomfort, but they were hard to reach. You closed your book and went into your wagon to fetch the peppermint lotion your mother used to use on your father, and you on her.

“Take your shirt off and get on your tummy, please.”

“Why?”

“Please? Just do it? You’ll see. Please?”

“I want to listen to you read.”

“Sorry, reading session tonight is postponed. Please get on your tummy, husband.”

He pouted. Oh my God, this grown man was pouting. And still looked devastatingly gorgeous doing it. You returned his pout, pleading with your eyes, and before long, he relented, took his shirt off and laid on his tummy on the rug, his hands by his side, his head turned to the left.

You poured some of the lotion on his back, rubbed your hands together to warm them up for him and began rubbing his back, slathering the concoction all over evenly. His body stiffened when you did, but the moment you pressed your thumbs into the crevices of his shoulder blades, he hissed in pain. You immediately stopped, asking him if you had hurt him.

“No, please go on.”

“I need to sit on your legs to get a better angle, would that be okay?”

He was quiet for a beat, lifting his head slightly, as if thinking about the repercussions of letting you do that. He laid his head back down, his eyes closed.

“You can do whatever you want to me, Darling. I trust you.”

You adjusted your skirt and sat hovered just below his buttocks, another bit of his person that you cannot seem to take your eyes off these days and applied more pressure.

A very loud groan escaped his throat.

You stopped again, asking him if you were hurting him one more time. He could only shake his head a little, eyes shut tight, a small frown of pain and pleasure in his face.

“Please, Darling, don’t stop.”

This time, when you moved your thumbs up and down those same spots, again and again, trying to get to the root of his pain, and an uncontrolled moan escaped him.

Oh dear Lord. If you thought the sounds he made while building Ellie’s cot was something, this one was downright sinful. That sound did things to you. After a few minutes, his entire body relaxed and his moans turned into small whimpers that he tried hard to hide but was ultimately unsuccessful. Your body hovered over his, your lower body so close to his hinds, rocking back and forth mid-air as you continued pulling sounds from your very gorgeous husband as you massaged his smooth, and very broad, very naked back.

Something inside you was whispering things to you, telling you to just sit on him. It would feel so good, it was telling you. All your restlessness, all your ailments that you’d been experiencing, will be cured if you just sat plush on his person.

Out! Out, evil thoughts! Your husband was in pain! Now was not the time!

You kept at it, massaging his upper back first, until all the knots you had initially felt were gone. You moved down to his lower back, repeating the motions, and his moans and groans returned, louder and heartier. Oh… dear, never had you thought massaging your husband would make you feel so… restless. You were careful to hover over him, and not do what that devilish voice was telling you to do.  

By the time you were done, when the knots and tightness on his body were no more, you found yourself silently out of breath, and your husband lax on the rug, his eyes closed, a calm relaxation on his face. You quietly stood up and washed your hands before gently shaking him awake, asking him to move into his wagon for the night.

“Sokay Darling, I’ll get up in a bit. Thank you so much. I feel so much better,” he mumbled, drifting to sleep.

You bent down and gave his forehead a lingering kiss, got up and went into your wagon. That flush you felt, the ailment, was back and strong. The feel of his naked skin on your hands was still there, the warmth of his lower body evident on your naked thighs. You wondered what it would feel like to just rub yourself on him… no… that was just the evil thoughts in your head. Go to sleep, Elena. Sleep.

Out on the rug, Joel opened his eyes as soon as he heard you shut the barrier of your wagon and lowered the tarp. He quickly rolled onto his back, no longer hurting, in fact, feeling so fresh and rejuvenated. He heaved a sigh of relief, blindly reaching for his shirt and covering his crotch area with it, in case you came back out. Little did you know that he’d only pretended to fall asleep, lest you found out about the not so little situation he had going on between his legs, the situation that was uncomfortably trapped at an odd angle between his body and the hard ground, a situation that was the direct result of your soft hands rubbing all over his body.

Oh… Joel Miller was in heaven and hell at the same time.

Part 8

[muffinsin]

Heya! How would the Dimitrescu sisters be with an S/O who blushes and stutters a lot to the point that they actively avoid the sisters, which results in a cat and mouse chase.

👀👀 let’s get into it! :)

Masterlists

Bela

While normally not all that involved with the staff, you catch her eye nearly immediately

Having to escort Daniela to the castle’s doctor for a stomachache after one too many maiden limbs, she finds someone new standing at the back

You keep a respectful distance, yet seem too shy to even catch her eye

The woman employed as the castle’s doctor introduces you as her new assistant, and for a moment, Bela attempts to meet your eyes again

It’s a unique position. A very unique one

Reserved for only the most loyal, hardworking and genuine of the staff members

She catches a whiff of your scent, her eyes closing for a moment as she inhales subtly

As her eyes open up again, there is only a slim ring of gold left for a few moments, her pupils dilated at the delicious scent that is yours

You smell like the sweetest of her prey, and as your eyes finally flick up to hers, she smirks

Immediately, she catches your blush and hums lowly to herself when you avert your eyes again and begin fiddling with your white blouse instead

She considers striding forwards, yet her attention is pulled back to her sister and the head doctor before she can advance

Even after she is dismissed with Daniela and brings her sister back to her room, her mind lingers on you. Who are you? She’s never seen you before. Where did you come from?

While she is prone to overthinking, Bela is quite confident. She is the eldest of the Dimitrescu sisters, and was raised to take what she wants

You are what, who, she wants. And Bela fully intends to take you

She smirks when she finds you on the way to the infirmary and you again attempt to avoid her piercing, golden eyes

Just as she approaches, however, your eyes widen and you move backwards slightly, as though to avoid her path by hiding away in a corner behind maids

She nearly scoffs

As though you could escape her predatory gaze!

She walks your way quickly, a hum passing her lips. She hears your heartbeat pick up and smirks in anticipation

You’re such an adorably, shy little prey for her!

Still, Bela groans when she is just on the way to you and you’re suddenly wrapped in a conversation and tugged along

Another time, perhaps

It’s easy for her to track your scent and find you among the other staff members

Bela relishes in the gasp she pulls from you when she swarms in front of you

You’re alone in the infirmary, merely trying to clean up and lock it. Little did you know a blonde goddess would interrupt you

Bela can’t help her smirk when your cheeks immediately adapt a dusty pink colour and you attempt to tense and straighten your position

Still, you’re fiddling with your clothing and when you attempt to take a step backwards, she follows suit

She laughs a little, her arm suddenly raising and her hand shooting out. Before you even know it, her fingers grasp the lower half of your face

“Why won’t you look at me, little one?”, she coos. “Am I that horrific of a view?”, she teases, her eyes widening a little and betraying her excitement when you stutter, eager to correct this

She smirks when your eyes shyly meet hers, and her confidence makes you feel all the more shy around her. She’s so intimidating, is all

So strong, so authoritative, so beautiful

You had managed to slip her grasp before, yet now she’s holding you tightly

“You’re mine now, little one”, Bela coos

She knows, you’re all hers now. She won’t share you with anyone

Cassandra

You catch her eye within the first few days of arriving in the castle

And why?

Because you poor, poor thing, you had been tricked

New to the castle, you thought nothing of it when you were assigned as Cassandra’s personal servant

You didn’t know, no one makes it out of this particular position alive

You didn’t know the staff members tricked you into such a deadly position to spare their own lives

And Cassandra, upon hearing about the once again filled position, is thrilled to meet you

Within the first day, she surprises you by swarming into the room when you’re busy scrubbing the floor

You scream in surprise, and the sound is sweet melody to her

With her eyes flashing, she leans down to grasp the lower half of your face tightly

“Mhmm, hello, little lamb. Poor, little thing, have you stumbled into the big, bad monster’s den?”, she teases, and smirks when your eyes widen and your cheeks adapt an intense, pink colour

She laughs, loud and proud. Your heart beats fast, and your face is flushed red. You attempt to stammer out a response, yet can’t. She watches your eyes flicker from one side of the room to another, scanning for possible routes to escape her. Eventually both of you realize, there is no escape she doesn’t grant

You’re entertaining, she decides

And so she merely tightens her grip and pulls you closer to her

Upon feeling her warm breath on your face, you stammer out words neither of you can catch the meaning of. It feels like your brain short circulated and now you have no idea what to do or say

You know what you think, though, and can only hope that she doesn’t

You think, she’s beautiful. This murderous, sadistic creature in front of you, this woman looking ready to pounce and gut you, is beautiful

The most beautiful woman you have ever seen, even

Thankfully, she doesn’t seem to be able to read your mind. She attempts to, though. She yearns to

You simply stare up at her, your breath shaky when you don’t hold it anymore

Your cheeks are flushed, and your heart is beating fast. She frowns a little- it sounds rather like your heart is beating because of this out of attraction, not fear

Surely that can’t be right?

You gulp and squeak in surprise when her hand slips from your face to your neck

She squeezes, and laughs when you choke for breath. It’s such a beautiful sight to the sadist, she almost considers not letting go

Ah, but she enjoys the chase. And so she plans on allowing you, her little mouse, to keep on running

“L-Lad-y-Cass-an-dra-a!”, you choke out. Your entire face feels as if on fire

Her eyes glisten, and all you can think about is how beautiful the sight is

She seems to scan you for a moment, then smirks

You are able to breathe properly again when she swarms off with the promise of returning, leaving you with entirely too many feelings at once

Daniela

The first time you catch her eye, is right at your first briefing with the headmaiden

Daniela passes by, unbothered by the obvious meeting going on. Immediately, your attention is pulled to her

It’s a woman more beautiful than you have ever seen, and you detect playfulness, yet confidence in her strides

It seems, you’ve caught her eye as well, and gasp when she suddenly grips your arm out of nowhere

“Mhmm, hello, my little maid!”, she greets. The immediate possessiveness makes your head spin

Not only is she a stranger, but is she not your superior too? You’re too nervous to talk, too shy to do a thing

She’s bold, and you feel a blush rising to your cheeks and neck when her hands rise and she presses a light kiss to your cheek

You feel her lips brush against the side of your face, you feel as if frozen in place

“Aren’t you a special little thing?”, she coos

Before you can hope to attempt to catch your breath, however, you feel another hand on your shoulder and tugging you back towards the group

“Lady Daniela, what a pleasure! I have been instructed by Lady Bela to inform you regarding meeting her in her office”

It seems, you’ve slipped her grasp this time. Daniela groans, her golden eyes still set on you

You’re so adorable, a new staff member. She can hear your blood pumping and your heart beating wildly

Still, she knows there is no defying her sister’s orders, and rolls her eyes in annoyance. She sends you a wink, then, to your surprise, turns into nothing but a swarm of flies that flies off and out the room

The second time you encounter her, is at dinner time

You’re tasked to stand at the table, to bring food and refill wine when necessary. You have been warned not to spill a thing

What you have not been warned against, though, is the enticing, curious redhead

You’re beckoned over to refill her glass with something you can only assume is either blood or suspiciously thick red wine, when her hand shoot’s up and gloved fingers grasp you by your collar

To your alarm, her sisters seem ready to strike for a moment, until they realize you haven’t made a mistake just yet. You’ve simply caught the youngest Dimitrescu’s eye

You gulp when she tugs you close to her, and her lips trail alongside your neck

“Are you nervous, little mouse?”, she whispers, and a whimper falls from your lips

Your face and neck is bright red, the skin burning up

“Y-Yes, Lady Da-Daniela”, you attempt to answer truthfully

She laughs, as if delightful about the state you’re in

“Daniela…”, comes the lightly scolding voice at the end of the table. You’re frozen in place upon feeling Alcina Dimitrescu’s eyes on you

“Have I not told you to quit playing with your food, my darling?”, the woman asks. You don’t understand how she seems so loving and sweet with her daughter, while being so intimidating with the very same words towards you

Alas, your collar is let go of again, and you feel Daniela’s lip brush against your ear as she talks quietly:

“You won’t slip from my grasp another time, little mouse”

You know, this is a promise

[ipegchangbin]

changbin pegger i invite you to walk with me, come on take my hand, here’s a suspiciously perfect peach for you my love.

i’ve been having dreams and visions and hallucinations, a single face plaguing my every waking thought, a certain curly haired fiend (no no, not our usual small chunky furry friend) today i command a “bang chan” as they (kids these days) call him. in my dreams i am sitting at a bar all dark and cool and tall and beautiful and mysterious, as i am, and this enchanting little minx is just sitting there, all cute and pretty and fuckable, as he is, and i want him and he wants me but he’s shy u know :( the poor guy, he steals his glances and i just full on ogle, send a smirk his way here and there, but oh no he’s turning away now and he’s not smiling back, maybe i read him wrong maybe he- or not because he’s suddenly making his way over, conjuring up some confidence, okay my turn! i entertain him a little, we talk, i buy him a drink (it’s just coke, he says he doesn’t drink, he’s just here with friends, it’s okay i can work with that) maybe, maybe just maybe he’s staring at my lips too much by the time our drinks are gone and we’re all close and personal, and mayyybe we kiss and everything is beautiful, the sun sets as a double rainbow paints the sky and i can hear the laughter of a thousand pink dolphins

and then i take him to my penthouse (the club bathroom) AND I FREAK IT, I FREAK IT SO GOOD SO NICE SO SWEET, as i do, we both came so much all over his stomach and i have to set him on the counter to catch his breath and then i clean him up and leave first, and he never stops thinking about me, i intentionally did not give him my number, whatever i said about being dark and mysterious (and did i mention tall and beautiful?) and no dick will ever compare to mine

and then i wake up changbin pegger unfortunately 😣😣😣😣

side note: i realized writing this it’s probably my first time sending an ask in my years of tumblr history, i’ve never had anything to say but u enchant me changbin pegger they should make u president of the world

beloved fruitcakebin you have truly blessed me with your experience in the dreamworld and i cannot get enough of this (and thank you for the beautiful peach it mustve taken you far too many laps around your grandfathers land to find the perfect one)

🏷️ sub!bang chan, dom!gn!reader, public bathroom tipsy sex

i love the idea of discovering and befriending a meek channie while in a social event…there’s something so charming about a guy who doesn’t even want to drink alcoholics to let loose.

maybe you’re the vice he’s looking for.

so as you make your advances, inch closer and get the boy’s awkwardness riled up to a ten, he looks cuter when he’s flushed and flustered. as pink as the peach you offered to me — peach soda in his hands — and he’s drowning in both the fizzy sip and your sparkling gaze.

you’re eating him up with your eyes alone.

or maybe your lips, because before you both know it, the self-introductions turn into spontaneous kisses.

neither of you know how it happened, maybe it was the intimate distance and semi-privacy in a sea of drunk people, but

you invite him over to the restroom with you because “you need someone to guide you” or something of the sort: it doesn’t matter, he follows you anyway. you expect him to.

he’s a mindless dog at this point, only loyal to a person he just met.

he follows you into the stall without thinking at all and you’re grateful that nobody seems to notice, because his eyes are only set on you even if he’s sober yet drunk on your love.

realizing he’s right there in the stall with you, you say “fuck it” out loud and it gets his cock harder than it already was. you can tell how hot and heavy it is, straining against his pants as you pull the fabric down while crashing your lips against his plump ones again.

chan tastes the alcohol on your mouth but also the sweetness of lust and it spurs him on. he moans without a care in the world and he’s accidentally loud. when you break away from the kiss, he hungers for more, leaning in with a desperation that you have to chuckle at. you’ve never met one like him.

“y/n,” he mutters and you’re surprised he still remembers your name, “may i touch you?”

you smirk. “hmm, i wanted to touch you first.”

you cup his balls through his underwear and he whimpers like a hurt puppy, but there’s a need and satisfaction in his system that he can’t explain. it feels too good to be wrong but he lets your hand play with him, running your fingers up the shaft before squeezing his thick cock even if it’s so big and dumb that it barely fits your hand.

you jerk him while kissing him — more like biting his lips and leaving hickeys on surrounding sensitive skin — and he’s undressing you hurriedly, cupping your chest and reaching for your bottoms only to realize that he’s about to get fucked with the aggression escalating from your end.

you rub your crotch on his exposed cock and ride his lower body against the wall, grabbing him by the neck and calling him pathetic things.

“such a good boy. can’t believe you were so shy. do you want to be a slut or do you want to be my favorite toy?”

chan’s head spins and he can’t keep up, your hand digs into his neck while the other tugs on his hair as you keep going and going. your hips roll so well on his, his pelvis starts to shake from the sheer pleasure, your words and raspy post-tipsy voice takes him to heaven, you ride his shirt up to expose his toned stomach, and—

“y/n! fuck!”

he cums, screaming almost, shooting his own load all over himself while you spray your essence on his cock.

you lick up the hand marks on his neck, down to his heaving chest (and nipples), and lick his own cum off his abs. he’s so particularly savory with a sweet aftertaste that it might just addicting.

chan’s a shaking mess and he backs into the wall of the stall while you clean up his still-leaking cock with your tongue.

but it feels so good.

you don’t give him your number. you don’t do anything. you merely kiss him goodbye and all he has of you is your cum on his body, your alluring face ingrained in his mind, along with a dark and mysterious name that haunts him for what seems to be forever.

a week later, your stroll downtown makes you meet face-to-face with chan again, and he looks like a puppy that found its way back home.

“hi, y/n!” he smiles, as if he hadn’t just had a wet dream about you the night prior to your fated meeting.

thank you beloved fruitcakebin, ill think about this ask forever, you should start writing this (while i write dj!chan)

[h-a-unted]

I think you're spectacular!

I THINK *YOU* ARE EVEN MORE! ^^ THANK YOU WAAAH, SUCH A KIND GESTURE!

[chatsukimi]

Types of people as friends of mine

*when you can’t help but appreciate the people in your life

Romantic: bubbly laugh with crying eyes, childish jokes, spontaneous, shy, anime + manga list on post it note, hopeless romantic, indecision, short attention span, funny, curly hair, beautiful-oblivious, dark circles under eyes from sleepless nights, inferiority complex, doodles, follows rules by authority, nice, childhood crush’s sunflowers on drawer

Cynic: witty, warm hands, loyal fists, courageous, family over everything, secrets + facts, strong gaze, pencil scribbles on table, wrestling a sibling, cucumbers, competitive, computer games in class, sunlight, touches (aggressive and gentle), mothering, dependent and independent, middle child, joking gaslighting, uncommon common sense, unbelievable life stories, religious, competitive, caring, inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times, middle fingers at one’s enemies, bass beat of a club

Pessimist: dyed blue-black hair, alternative, black eyeliner, 50000 tabs open, murmurs, Six of Crows, morse code on revision sheet, silence, round glasses, stuttering laugh, mystery novels, K-drama, “mysterious”, burnt out gifted only child, introverted, drapes pride flag as a cape, pining for childhood heroes, leather jackets, fresh smell of books, fireplace, apathetic face, shares a brain cell with the romantic

Realist: golf on Sundays, maths equations, pushover, bathroom science experiments, critical, parental expectation, wine events, stubborn, slow words, slouching to hear others, gifted kid, jealousy, reliable, cursive text, sheltered, scathingly sarcastic, explanations to friends about school, hard working, overthinking

Absurdist: charismatic, midnight gym sessions, mimics friends’ movements, trespasses, calls of their name, independent, everyone likes them, knowing smiles, pull ups on a goal post, black cat, nights off the face of the earth, intellectual what-ifs, playful eyes (long periods of eye contact), chill, “that’s fine”, peaceful, coffee coffee coffee, dreams, doing before thinking, thrill-seeking, logical, music tastes reloading, direct, brave, reckless

Optimist: messy handwriting, cold hands, expensive coats handed down from family, intuitive phrases, distant, empty smiles, raised eyebrow, talking with strangers, flares of genius, will one day change the world, wandering into unmapped countryside, early mornings, passionate arguments on politics, leader, odd, emotion felt through piano, hopping on the spot, open-minded, ambitious, forgetful, sleeps in class, visionary, confident, “intelligent but insane”

Deontologist- smile of a little kid, teacher’s pet, anxious when imperfect, chocolate gelato at family movie nights, polite, golden retriever, righteous anger, serious gaze, baritone, supportive parents, fair but vindictive, polyglot, musicals, lover not a fighter, simple life, hidden past (turned success story), Mediterranean beaches, commitment, accepting, holds open doors, gifts from Europe, worried for optimist's happy-go-lucky attitude

[ask-the-four-lords]

Donnnnnnaaaaa,

What’s your favorite animal? Mines a cat. You remind me of a cat. Or a bunny, I could see you as a bunny.

Love,

A loyal follower to you, my celestial lord <333

Donna Beneviento: I do really, like, uh bunnies... but my favorite animals... have *shy, afraid of humiliation* have always been owls... I understand why they are how they are... enough nights alone, have, have explained it to me... *changing subject accidentally getting shyer* But, I, why would you care enough to follow me. You shouldn't care, I don't deserve it.

Angie Beneviento: My favorite animal is a... grappling hook! *Angie being Angie she just kinda says the first thing she thinks of*

[apazwtsn]

The other day a friend of mine (if you're wondering: yes, it's the same friend who said that about the morgue scene and the same one who thought of drawing the Sherlock characters as rats) asked me what animals the Sherlock characters would be, but not in the sense of "ohh, John is cute and small, obviously he would be a hedgehog", no. We based on their personality, attitude and environment to choose an animal with those same characteristics.

We talked for almost 2 hours about it and I even revealed myself, but I think it was worth it. She said she was going to draw them in their animal form, so i'll maybe update this post (or invite her to upload them to her blog)

In any case, we reach the following conclusions:

Sherlock – Snow Leopard: Cunning, intelligent, lonely. We also thought of animals like orangutan or crow but crows get along well with other crows and my friend didn't want to draw an orangutan.

John – Dog (small breed): It was difficult for us to choose an animal for John because we couldn't capture all his facets. We thought about capybaras and penguins, but we were missing that "aggressive" side. We even thought of a honey badger but damn, John isn't that bad. A dog seemed like a very simple option but then we realized that dogs are sociable, can be aggressive in particular situations and are very loyal. We chosed a small breed (sized, because of John's height), but that if you bother it too much it can, you know, gouge your eye out or something like that.

Lestrade – Koala: To be honest we didn't think much about this one. We had thought about a koala for John but we realized that koalas had a very boring life for John and were mostly quite lazy. When it was Lestrade's turn, we said "yes, Lestrade is a koala" and we didn't delve much deeper into it. XD

Mrs Hudson – Siamese cat: For Hudders we wanted an animal that was cute, but in a look-at-me-don't-touch-me kind of way. A cat was what I thought of since they tend to be surly and my friend suggested a Siamese, since they are "good and refined but naughty", according to her. We chose it because Hudders seems like an adorable and naïve lady until you discover that she is the widow of a drug dealer and in her house she has "herbs for hip pain". ;)

Mary – Fox: We initially thought of a fox for Sherlock, but then my friend said that foxes are fearful, and it didn't really fit him. When it was Mary's turn, I thought that Mary was cunning and really intelligent, but the fear of her past coming to light worked against her.

Moriarty – Hyena: Moriarty was the easiest of all (yes, even easier than Lestrade). We weren't sure, so I started naming all his characteristics, "manipulative, doesn't care what happens to people or even himself, would do anything to get what he wants and in general a damn psycho" and my friend immediately said "hyena" (I knew more about the characters, she knew more about animals). Just thinking about how truly machiavellian they can be, I had no doubt.

Molly - Sparrow: "Molly must be a shy, kind animal, someone who is there but you don't really notice," I said, or something like that. And my friend immediately thought of a sparrow.

Mycroft - Panther: I'm not really sure why my friend chose a panther, but some of her justifications were: "I would like a crow, because Mycroft has connections (like crows), but it would be strange if Sherlock was a leopard and Mycroft was a crow. I should choose another feline" "like a panther?" i said (i love panthers) "Yes!", said she, "Elegant, reserved, and intelligent."

Eurus - Wolf: Honestly, i don't know exactly why we chosed a wolf. It was my friend's idea but a wolf is definetly not a feline, so it really doesn't make sense. Anyway, because Eurus is also manipulative, but cares about Sherlock and is a bit more human than Moriarty, my friend chose wolf. I'm not sure what wolves are like exactly (as I said, my friend knows the most about animals), but I trust her judgment.

That was all. This wasn't meant to be something very deep, but to have fun for a while. :D

[your-nanas-house]

Secret mission

(Photos not mine, credit to the owners)

◇ Pairing: Tom Riddle X follower!Reader

◇ Warnings: slightly smut, hook ups, missions, slightly fluff

◇ Summary: Y/n receives a secret mission by her dark lord.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

The Malfoy summer residence was massive and somber when viewed from the outside, a dwelling many dreamed of and several purebloods could afford, inside it was no different, elegant, wealthy and very pureblood.

It was used mainly during the family's summer vacations but since Abrasax had finished school it had become the abode where his lord, the dark lord, took refuge and ran meetings with his most trusted followers namely the purebloods he met years earlier at Hogwarts and who were still loyal to him.

One of these besides Abrasax and those who were part of the Slug Club during his school years there was a witch also from a pureblood family, belonging to the Slytherin house who, however, did not follow the ideals of those of her own blood. She was a slightly more open-minded girl which did not go unnoticed by Tom, especially during her school years, not many people considered her because of her quiet, almost shy and reserved nature.

She was the kind of person who doesn't want to annoy or be noticed that much and therefore a more introverted person who was only noticed after several minutes of walking into a room.

There was nothing special about her other than that, she was a quiet and devout witch, which is why the dark lord made such a decision.

During one of the meetings hosted at the Malfoy summer residence Tom seated his followers at the usual table made of mahogany, he was seated at the head of the table and the attention was completely on him as always, he spoke of his intentions and the news and then directed his attention to Y/n who as always was seated in the corner of the table, her low gaze fixed on the table as she listened attentively to what he was saying. She was wearing baggy clothes that covered and did not enhance, her face was without makeup, completely natural and her hair neat and arranged, her hair was the only thing she had in common with the other witches of her own kind.

No one had really noticed her but everything changed when her name echoed in the room they were in and the voice that spoke it was Tom's very voice.

All the eyes of the Death Eaters turned in the direction their lord was looking and then whispered surprised things to each other wondering when she had entered or why their lord had called her which they did not find out precisely since Tom simply got up slowly from his chair ordering the others to leave to talk alone with the young witch who was staring at him surprised and confused with her eyes wide and worried.

Everyone knew the significance and honor it was to be alone with Tom Riddle, especially if he was the very person who had requested or ordered it.

The followers followed the orders without question leaving the two alone in the huge dining room, Y/n did not move an inch as she waited to know why she was left there alone with her lord. 

It was soon revealed the mystery as Tom slowly approached her and sat down next to her making her turn to him with a malicious smile "I have a very...personal mission for you to do, my dear" he paused for a moment before continuing by pouring her with a spell some tea that a house elf had just brought inside the room "a mission that is close to my heart and must remain a secret between the two of us, I know it will be so but I simply wanted to make sure that you don't make words with anyone of the things you will discover during this assignment, do we understand each other?" Y/n simply nodded muttering an "of course, my lord" while continuing to anxiously wait for more details from the dark wizard who continued to speak after a sip of black tea "I need you to go to the Muggle world for a period so that I can be able to find out more about my origins and my family. I want you to look for information about both my father and mother starting simply from the fact that I know I am the Heir of Slytherin and my surname, do you think you can do that?".

The young witch nodded in surprise that she was receiving such a task, assuring him that she would do her best and that it would remain between the two of them, no one would find out anything.

These were the last things they said to each other before she left and disappeared for a whole month, sending occasional letters to Tom to hint him how things were going leaving the Slytherin heir in a state of wanting to know more and slight impatience but trusting the abilities of his trusted follower.

There were no letters for a week before her return, Y/n wrote her last letter exactly a week before she showed up as Tom had requested her to the meeting that would be held on the deadline the wizard had given her.

The meeting was again in the summer residence but this time something had changed, a different air was circulating and the focus was no longer just on Tom but on Y/n or what was left of her.

She was a completely different person, the shyness and reservedness was as if vanished showing a more confident and feminine side, her clothes were more revealing, a neckline was visible and her forms were well shown, she had even cut her hair in that month finding even makeup that brought out the highlights of her face. 

She was definitely different, something had happened and the male Death Eaters did not mind at all, the same could not be said of the women in the room especially when Tom requested a moment alone with Y/n after their meeting.

The young witch had to present herself in his study in order to be away from prying eyes and ears that might overhear the things she had discovered, when she entered the room she noticed how it had all been changed in style that mirrored Tom's own, he was sitting in his armchair by the fireplace, his red gaze fixed on the flames as he waited.

His head turned slowly casting a glance at Y/n before he smiled and nodded to her indicating her to sit in the armchair there next to him speaking only when he saw her sitting down.

"How did the mission go?" he asked her his eyes traveled lingering on the uncovered parts of her body and then her lips emphasized with lip gloss "good, definitely good, I found out what you wanted" she replied as she crossed her legs telling him how she found out more about the Gaunt family, Tom's mother's family, and the Riddle family, Tom's father's family. 

She stopped only when she finished her story of how things really happened before the Dark Lord's conception, biting her lower lip slightly as he continued to keep his red eyes on her, studying the changes and the things that were still left of the Y/n from before...if there were things left. 

There was a moment of silence between the two filled just by the crackling noise of the fire before he spoke again "what happened in the Muggle world that you didn't tell me?" he declared as he looked up again at her face noticing a blush appearing on her face and her y/e/c eyes setting away from his as she squeezed her thighs lightly together in a sinful way. 

Tom could see some embarrassment but also a spark of excitement in the girl's eyes as she let out a deep sigh before looking him in the eye "I did something very wrong but I would do it again" she nodded slightly before slowly getting up, moving closer to him.

Tom's body stiffened and his slightly hungry gaze followed every movement Y/n made as she slowly approached him, stopping behind the armchair "it was amazing, something I had never experienced before, the way his hands moved all over my body in such an.... expert and passionate way" Tom swore he heard her meow softly as she placed her hands on his shoulders tracing them before going to his chest slowly opening his shirt while her lips grazed the skin of his neck "the way his lips touched my bare... skin" she whispered the last word in his ear noticing the growing arousal in her dark lord that had slowly relaxed to her touch and a tent in his black pants was beginning to grow " he made me feel things no one has ever made me feel" she bit her own lip before shifting and stopping the physical contact with Tom but only briefly as with one movement she fell straddling his lap grabbing his tie "and the way his hips moved" she purred closing her eyes as she imagined probably the things that happened under the sheets in a yet unidentified bedroom.

Tom couldn't read her mind though, too distracted as she began to grind against him making snaps that made him hold his breath and desire for more "I'm aware of how wrong it is being me a pureblood but that muggle was just something" she murmured letting a sigh escape as she felt Tom's big, pale hands moving over her exposed thighs "a muggle? " he murmured in disbelief but could say nothing more because she kissed the corner of his mouth before whispering against his skin "a Muggle and it would never have happened without you, my lord" she murmured brushing her lips against his jaw and moving to his neck causing Tom's head to rest against the armchair as he waited impatiently for ecstasy "your father has a beautiful home, a manor and he lives there with his mother and father, he has an old money style and he looks a lot like you" there was another small pause "only older and more mature" she murmured the last word in his ear, rolling her hips against his before standing up noticing how Tom's body reacted to the separation, moving toward her with the intent of grabbing her and bringing her back to where she was.

Y/n moved around the room looking around before turning and biting her bottom lip with a hungry look turned toward Tom's "and he's really good at it" she winked and an embarrassed giggle came out of her as she sighed dreamily not noticing the change of expression on her lord's face.

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