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abbyromanoff · 6 months

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Can I request a top! Jane Banner x fem!reader, with angst,smut and fluff at the end, where, reader is a new police and Jane is her superior & she take a like in reader months later but try to hide it, making reader feel bad then you can do the rest as you want

HATE ME? OR LOVE ME?

PAIRINGS: Jane Banner x reader

WORD COUNT: 3,220

WARNINGS: smut, love hate relationship, kinda enemies to lovers, angst, Jane hiding her feelings, cunnilingus, pet names, r getting stood up, making out, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, top!Jane, fluff, think that’s all :)

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“That’s the problem, Y/N, you can never do anything right!” The words rang through your mind on repeat. Your superior was the one who spit them, letting her built-up anger rise to the point of overfilling, and you were the one to suffer. You knew she despised you, and if it was up to her, you wouldn’t have been hired in the first place. You didn’t mind, you were used to being disliked throughout your life and came to an acceptance of the fact. And it wasn’t because she was your boss that it affected you so much, it’s because you liked her in ways you shouldn’t like your higher supervisor.

She would watch your every move, each step haunting her mind. You expected it was so she could find an excuse to report you and see you go, but it was really because she just wanted to admire you any chance she had. You wouldn’t understand, which is why she kept quiet. It pained her to see you frown, but she couldn’t let herself get as close as she wanted to. So, instead of remaining neutral, she decided to take her frustration and fill your heart with the hurtful words she’d mutter.

People suggested you report her, but you didn’t want to. You’d rather take the glares than see her separated from you, or even worse, be forced to leave for good. You instead took to ridding yourself of the sleep you needed and thriving on the suffering you enforced, all while she painted your mind. You couldn’t even focus on the comments, only focusing on the beauty that expressed them. That’s what you hated most, that you couldn’t hate her.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but if your other person doesn’t arrive in the next five minutes, we’ll be forced to remove you. Unless you’d like to place your order, that is.” The waiter smiled apologetically, and you guessed he had dealt with this before, a guest being stood up and holding hopes they’d arrive. You were ready to give up and leave with a small apology for wasting their time, that was until you noticed a woman stepping forward.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Jane looked in your direction, her eyes widening at your low-cut dress. You looked so beautiful, just like you always did.

“Y/N, nice to see you here.” You rolled your eyes with a groan, handing the menu to the waiter before standing. She furrowed her brows slightly, nodding the man off as you tried to walk past her, only for her arm to grasp your shoulder in an attempt for you to stay.

“Woah, relax now,” She started. “Where do you think you’re going?” You took a deep breath before turning, eyeing the woman with a clenched jaw.

“Home. Why, you going to follow me there too?” She chuckled, releasing her grip when she realized she didn’t have to force you to stay.

“I just might.” There was a short beat of silence before you blew a breath, getting ready to leave before she repeated her actions.

“Alright, what do you want? I’m off work hours, you can’t keep me.”

“Gosh, don’t be such a fucking bore. You got stood up, so I was trying to do the right thing and ask you if you’d like to join me instead.” You didn’t believe her, there was no chance she had good intentions when it came to you. She hated you, why would she ever want to change that?

“What, so you can make up a lie that you need to pee so I’ll end up being stuck paying the bill?” She remained relaxed, refusing to feed into your annoyance and letting you get a reaction. She got hers already, now you were just dying to get some sort of revenge.

“Look, I know we don’t get along all the time-“

“We never do. Maybe if you weren’t such a fucking dick, I’d actually be willing to strike up a conversation with you.” You stated calmly, and she tightened her grip at your interruption. No one interrupts her, especially when you’re beneath her. But, she let it go past her, maintaining a tense smile as she pointed to her seat. There were only two chairs, either she was on a date or was eating alone. And with her lack of empathy, you guessed it was the latter.

“Well, maybe this is me trying to redeem myself. C’mon, you know we both have nothing better to do. I’m waiting for my mother to arrive, and you’re going home alone.”

“How do you know I’m going home alone? Maybe I’m going home to my wife and kids, maybe I’m going home to my family, maybe I’m going home to my cat-“

“Alright, I get it. If you really have places to go then you wouldn’t have been waiting for your date to show up for half an hour. But, if you really don’t want to, then you can leave.” You debated between your options, dinner with a woman who hated you, or going home to imagine being with the same woman. She’d hold you tight on the couch, kiss your forehead while your legs laid across hers. Her soft giggles showing her whitened pearls. Then she’d kiss you goodnight as she tucked you into bed, joining you soon after and returning her arms to their righteous spot around you.

You blinked twice, trying to register that you were in fact forced to live in the present time when all you wanted was to experience the daydreams you escaped through.

“Fine, I’ll stay. But don’t think I wanted this.” She smirked, letting you sit before pushing your chair in. You saw your previous table being occupied by a happy couple and smiled sadly, wishing you were taking their current places. You didn’t care for the view the seat had, but the one they each held was better than anything.

“Can we get the Le Medoc De Cos wine for the table, please?” You failed to understand how she didn’t miss a single beat, she must be a regular.

“Of course, ma’am, is there anything else I can start the two of you with?” He turned his gaze to you respectfully, and you grinned warmly.

“Uh, I’ll just have a glass of water, please.” He nodded and returned to the back where you assumed he was preparing the carefulness of the wine.

“You don’t order water at a restaurant like this, dumbass.” She scowled while her eyes remained on the menu, occasionally letting her eyebrows lift in a small excitement as she read the ingredients.

“Well, I think we both know I don’t have the funds for the wine you got.” It was true, you were only just starting a few months ago and were still considered young by most, it was nearly impossible for you to make the same as her.

“You’re not paying the bill, don’t worry about prices.” Your eyes widened as you looked at her dumbfounded. She lowered the paper and returned your gaze, making you evert your own slightly.

“We’re cutting this in half, I’m not letting you pay the bill and then use it against me for the rest of my life.”

“Oh my fucking God, will you relax with the assumptions? I’m not that big of a bitch, no matter how much you think I am.”

“I would calm yourself on the language, young lady.” Jane turned to see where the voice came from, only to sigh as her Mother came into view. She gave a tight-lipped smile and stood, giving the older woman a small hug and resting her hands on her arms.

“It’s great to see you, Mom.” She brushed her off, pulling out her chair as your boss was left stranded. She gulped, glancing towards you as you gave a small greeting to the guest. She took your hand with a small shake, something Jane rarely saw.

“Sorry for the intrusion, I’m your daughter's coworker and we happened to be dining in at the same place tonight.” She looked to her child for more description, and you feared you spoke wrong.

“Y/N here got stood up tonight and I thought I’d do the right thing and invite her to eat with us, I hope you don’t mind.” The reminder brought a roll to your eyes before you disguised it with a clearing of your throat, catching the attention of both.

“Oh, not at all! It’s lovely to meet you, dear.” The entire dinner went on with minimal chatting, you started to assume you were intruding on their special night. You grabbed your phone, excusing yourself to the bathroom with shaky hands. You refused to lift your gaze for the entire walk until you reached the door. When inside, you placed your hands on the marble countertop and sighed, letting the tension from the week release. Suddenly, you heard the door open with a small squeak and turned, only to see Jane looking back at you.

“Please don’t leave.” Confusion wrote itself across your face before you chuckled softly, shaking your head in disbelief.

“And why is that?” She licked her lips and bit them softly, knotting her arms together as they laid across her chest.

“I can’t stand that woman and I definitely don’t want to deal with her alone.” She admitted, but you didn’t understand her hatred for her mother. You picked up on the small comments throughout the dinner, but you guessed it was playful nature when she’d give a small laugh in response, only now did you realize they were most likely fake.

“And…I guess I enjoy having you there to, you know, ease the awkwardness.” You were planning on cutting the meal short for yourself, but you understood her request. Even if she was technically using you, you didn’t want her to suffer through something like this, you still cared for her.

“Fine, I’ll stay.” She seemed relieved by your response and rushed forward to greet you in a grateful hug, only to come to her senses moments later.

“Oh, right, uhm- sorry.” She gave you one last smile of appreciation before exiting, returning to her awaiting mother.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I was just checking in on them.” She took a bite of the food, instantly regretting the action as the heat filled her senses.

“You know, you two make a really cute couple.” Not only was it hot, but now Jane was nearly choking on the steak. She pressed her fist against her chest a few times before clearing her throat.

“Uh, we’re- we’re not dating, Mom.”

“Look, I know you don’t believe in love, and trust me, after your father, I thought I never would either. But, love comes random, you can’t choose who you fall for. Besides, I may be old but that doesn’t mean I can’t spot the sexual tension between you two.” The sudden outburst sent heat waves to your boss's cheeks.

“Mom! There is no sexual tension between us! They hate me, if anything, I’m a complete dickbag to them.”

“Because you don’t want to accept that your dream of being alone forever is fading into something new. So, please, do me a favor and stop being a baby.” She saw you stalking back out of the corner of her eye and grinned as she stood. Jane was still stuck in thought, her forehead creased together as she, once again, started to bite her lip.

“Well, I believe I should be leaving now. It was so lovely to meet you, dear, I know me and my daughter loved your company.”

“Awh, you’re leaving already?” You brought her in for a short hug while she nodded, turning to her daughter to say a short goodbye. You wondered why she didn’t do the same with her as she did with you, but you brushed it off.

“Alright, I’ll ask the waiter for a box, are you saving your food?” Her Mother was now out of the building and you could get rid of your facade. She shook her head as she came back to her senses, your voice filling her ears as they dinged in excitement.

“Why not get a dessert? I mean, we’re already here, no point in leaving yet.” You eyed her with suspicion and she only pestered on.

“Seriously, what the fuck is up with you? Why are you being nice all of a sudden?” Her mother's words rang in her head once again as she got a true, genuine look at you. She always thought you were a heaven-sent piece of artwork, but now you looked ever more angelic. She didn’t know how you did, but you did.

“I just want to get dessert, is that so bad?” You huffed out a breath and examined the menu, your mouth watering at the descriptions. When the waiter came over, he kindly took your requests along with the papers. There was a silence that roamed over the both of you, Jane found it comforting. She knew you probably didn’t feel the same, but being able to have a moment with her thoughts that filled of you was always her peace.

“Dove chocolate cheesecake for you, ma’am,” She smiled in appreciation and took the dish before he turned to you. “And the chef’s special Tiramisu for you, Miss.” You repeated Jane’s movements, leading him to stand over the table with his hands together in front of him.

“Would you or your wife like anything else before I hand over the bill?” You blanked for a moment, chuckling awkwardly to yourself as you glanced up at him.

“Oh, we’re not-”

“Yes, actually. Would we be able to have a refill of their water, please?” You turned to look at her now, tilting your head to the side as she acted oblivious. He nodded and returned shortly with your new glass and the bill. You examined the total with widened eyes.

“The lady with you paid for half already.” He stated before leaving the two of you.

“Why didn’t you correct him?”

“For what?”

“Don’t play dumb, for saying you’re my wife.” She shrugged with a mouthful of her food, leading you to eventually give up and bask in the flavors the dish greeted you with.

The two of you were walking out of the restaurant, Jane holding the door open for you and leading you to your car. She hoped you parked as far as possible, just so she could get an extra few minutes with you. Her hand longed to interlace with yours, but she held back in fear.

“I hope you enjoyed tonight.” She spoke when you stopped in front of the vehicle she recognized as yours. You nodded with a thin line on your mouth before she said her goodbyes. She turned around with a sigh before stopping herself when she heard your voice.

“Yeah?” She saw you stalking forward, your head down until your body was mere inches from hers.

“I actually did enjoy tonight, thank you for inviting me.” She smiled gently when you lifted your head to glance at her, her impulses failing her as she placed her hands on your hips and drew you in. Her lips touched yours in a soft, searing manner as you sunk into it.

“W-what?” She gulped fearfully, pulling away as your hooded eyes searched hers.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to-” Her words were cut short as you pulled her back in, groaning as her body molded against yours. She placed her hands on your bottom, smiling gracefully as her tongue was granted entrance. She pushed you against the hood of the car, feeling your arms wrap around her neck while your thighs parted enough for her to place her knee between them. You instinctively grinded against the soft skin that greeted you, resulting in a muffled moan to escape.

“Wait-” She furrowed her eyebrows as she rested her forehead against yours, instantly following your request.

“I don’t want to do this here. Will you come home with me?”

Her slender fingers drew in and out of you in a hurry, her hot breath fanning across your face as you mumbled out pleas. She found her gaze falling to the connection between you two, shuddering as your tight hole accepted a third digit. Your legs wrapped around her form, your chest heaving with every inhale. Your nipples hardened from the gush of wind before a gasp left you, Jane’s wet mouth finding it as her free hand led yours to the neglected breast. You toyed with the hard bud, fluttering your eyes shut as you bit your lip.

“No, let me hear you, baby.” She dreamed of hearing everything you released, she wasn’t going to let that be stripped away from her.

“Jane-” Her name wasn’t her favorite word, but hearing your soft whine made it a blessing to her eardrums. Her clit throbbed in delight, begging to meet yours.

“Yeah?” Her jaw was now resting on your shoulder, her lips right next to your ear as she left pecks down your neck. She hoped they’d leave a mark, just so everyone would know you belonged to her now. But, in reality, you always have.

“Need to cum- fuck! I need it so bad.” Your fingertips came to scratch at her scalp softly, your legs starting to shake the closer you got. Your coil tightened the more you held back, yet it begged to let go.

“I need you, Jane.” The stumbled sentence brought a stall to her movements. She only continued her thrusts when a whine bounced off the walls, the creator being the person beneath her.

“I know, I need you just as bad, darlin’.” She felt liquid spray against her crotch as you cried out, clawing at any part of skin you could grapple onto.

“Oh, God, ‘feels ‘o good!” Your babbles brought a dark chuckle to the woman. She thrived on the fact that she was the reason you were like this. You were no longer crying from her harsh words, you were crying from how good she made you feel.

“No, no, we’re not done just yet,” She informed when noticing you tried squeezing your legs shut.

“Don’t be embarrassed, love, I find it so fucking hot that you squirted for me, makes me so, so wet.” Your cheeks reddened, your eyes unable to meet hers when her finger came in contact with your chin. You hadn’t noticed her pulling out of you, the bliss of the moment being too heavy for your mind to keep track of your surroundings.

“Don’t you taste fucking heavenly?” She forced you to suck the sweet nectar coating her digits, chuckling as you gagged when they hit the back of your throat. You moaned around them, suckling every last drop.

“Spread ‘em, angel,” You whimpered, shaking your head in disagreement. “I said, spread ‘em, you can take another, you will.” You obeyed slowly, feeling her fingers instantly spreading your folds as her tongue came in contact with your sensitive bud.

“More, baby, I want you to struggle.” Her lips instantly wrapped around your clit, the sounds of your juices being evident as she sucked harshly.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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The One where Soap finds Himself in an ✨ Awkward ✨Situation. [ Ghost x Reader ]

Warnings: Suggestive Content, Soap Being Confused, Occasional Profanity, No Pronouns used for Reader Except for ‘You’.

Summary: Hiding out at your house, the 141 are settling in for the evening. Soap ends up hearing something he’s pretty sure he shouldn’t have on his way to the bathroom. But why can’t he seem to stop listening ?

“Gah! Fuck–”

The voice splintering through the door made Soap jump – near caused him to soil his favourite pair of jeans as it rumbled through the wood, practically taking it off its hinges with how the nails shuddered in their slots. The voice was baritone, deep. Grizzled. A carnality slumbered in its tone, rearing its waking head.

Ghost.

“Shh, Simon ! You’re going to get us caught !”

Yours followed soon after, a reprimand Johnny would never dream of dishing to the most lethal man he’s ever known. And yet here you were, doing God-knows-what, speaking to him as if you were in control.

When all went quiet again, just for a moment, Soap stopped and wondered if it had all been a hallucination. One second, then two. A low moan slipped beneath the door. Johnny jumped.

He was just going to walk away. Truly, he was ! He – and the rest of the 141 – saw how much chemistry – history – you and Ghost shared. Although, he’d just never imagined you’d be sharing it with the rest of the house, too.

Well, if Simon’s volume was anything to go by.

Johnny’s eyes drifted from the end of the hallway – where the beloved bathroom was – to the door beside him. He bit his lip, heart beating, still recovering from the fright. His curiosity was far from piqued – it shot through the bloody roof and left an impromptu skylight in its wake. And as imaginary sunlight filtered in through the hole, Johnny begged that divine intervention would tear him away from the scene unfolding beside him so he wouldn’t have to.

“God, don’t stop,” came Simon’s pleading tone, any harshness that was custom to it having melted away. Soap, against all better judgement and higher power, inched closer to the door. He cast a glance over his shoulder, once, twice. Nobody lurked behind. His ear was almost pressed to the wood. He could hear Simon panting, hear you humming as you did…something.

“I won’t – not until you’re finished.” There was little to be heard in the way of shame in your voice, especially in your gentle whisper: “I promise.” Soap swallowed thickly, then, blinking, began rubbing his ears. He couldn’t be hearing this right. He just couldn’t !

Only, when he had thoroughly cleared the imaginary poison from his ears, the issue remained.

“Shit–! That’s it, right there–”

“God, you’re so stiff, Simon. What have you been doing while you were away ?” There was almost a purr to your voice. Ghost only let out a moan as his response, muffled by what Johnny could only guess were pillows.

Why am I still here?! he all but screamed, remembering that he was no Pinocchio, trapped on this stage, bound by strings. He could have been a free man if he so wished. And trust, he did. So why was it that, when he went to walk away, to scour his ears with bleach, to finally embark upon his uninterrupted journey to the bathroom, that he found himself glued in place ?

Perhaps it was the primal instinct to know all that there is to know, to discern danger wherever it lay. Or, perhaps, he was so eneamoured with the idea of whatever could be happening on the other side of this door – Ghost being human for a change – that he couldn’t bring himself to pass up the opportunity to see him so…vulnerable.

That sounded about right.

“(Y/N),” Ghost’s voice husked, no longer dampened, restricted, by an unknown force. He groaned, long and unfiltered. The way he spoke your name was almost in the tone of love, its softest and most carnal form, as if tasting the gradient of your syllables, vowels and consonants upon his tongue. He all but growled. You gasped.

“(Y/N), you’re so close–”

“You want it there, Simon ?” You didn’t miss a beat. Soap’s breath caught in his throat. He looked over his shoulder to the imaginary camera filming his ordeal.

“Yes, yes, God – yes–”

“Doing so well for me, Si,” you said, soft and encouraging. Ghost’s breathing was at its heaviest now, heaving breaths as if they were bricks, building a tower from which he may never come down. A high he will never beat.

“We’re almost there,” you told him, to which he only let out a thick, strangled noise, bulging beneath invisible chains as he tried to conceal it. His moans only grew longer and more frequent, his jaw presumably dropping open to let them pass when he couldn’t hold them back any longer.

Soap began to wring his hands, thankful for the lack of a keyhole in the door so to spare him the intrusive desire to spy on the situation visually, too. Trapped in his own daze, his hurried, sweating, anxious contemplation was torn open by a sound so sharp and brilliant he never wanted to hear it again.

Ghost moaned.

Straight-up howled, roared, as he came to an end.

Soap’s soul clung to his body as the sheer calamity Ghost’s booming voice brought with it shook the very ground he stood on. Johnny’s hands flew to his racing heart, trying to catch it as it jumped up his throat.

Simon’s voice tapered, muffled after most likely burying his face into a pillow. With every exhale, a sliver of euphoria would follow, eventually baying out like the tide, his breathing returning to a shallow rhythm. And all the while, you paid him words of comfort.

“Well done,” you said, the smile in your voice evident. “Took it so well, Simon,” Your voice was feather-light, belied the illicit nature of all Soap had heard you do.

Though, even in this dazed, mortified state, he couldn’t fathom how you sounded so…normal. As if you’d exerted no energy.

Perhaps (Y/N)’s just…strong…? Johnny’s reasoning left much to be desired, that much he knew. Even Ghost was winded, and he was by far the fittest of the 141.

In amongst his rampant thoughts, the idea to flee the scene came too late as, upon hearing you dismount Ghost, your footsteps fast approaching the door, Johnny’s eyes widened, the state he’d be in if either you or Ghost found him unintentionally spying flashing before his eyes as his life no doubt would later.

He couldn’t scramble away in time. He ran on the spot, a cartoon, his impending doom facing him head-on as you swung the door open. His eyes all but watered as he caught sight of you wiping your hands on a towel. You smiled.

“Oh, hey, Jo-Jo !” You said, his nickname rolling off your tongue as if Simon’s hadn’t been just minutes ago. You gave him a brief nod before walking past him, a spectre. A harbinger of death. Johnny stood, body reeling, mind freezing, as nothing became clearer to him except your blase manner. He released a short, puffed breath.

He saw the inside of your bedroom, your bed just out of sight, hidden by the door.

Breath quivering, Body shaking, Soap knew this was his chance.

His last chance.

He turned. Didn’t even make the floorboards creak as he did so.

“Fuck’re you lookin’ at, Johnny ?”

Ghost’s voice rolled across Soap’s mind like thunder clouds, despite the laxity of it, the slowness. He froze, ice rain slipping down the back of his shirt and making him stand up straight. Rigid.

“Uh…I–” He winced, his voice cracking, showing the uncertainty that lay below his usually obsidian tone.

“N-Nothing, Sir !”

Sir ? We’re not at base now, you daft fool–

“Somethin’s obviously botherin’ you,” came Ghost again. He let out a breath. “So come on.” His voice was free from the cotton-mouth effect of the pillows.

“Say it.”

Johnny swallowed, his voice prickling either with dehydration, tears, or an unsolvable mixture of both. When he said nothing – did nothing – Ghost sighed.

“Come on, Johnny,” he said, stark as ever. “Haven’t got all day.”

“W…Well–”

“And come out from ‘round that door. S’impolite not to face the person you’re talking to.”

Johnny’s heart stopped.

No, he couldn’t have heard him properly.

“Are…you…sure…?”

Better safe than sorry.

“What’d’you– course I’m bloody sure. Now stop messin’ about and get in ‘ere.”

Taking a deep breath, and a leap of faith, Johnny rounded the door, the corner. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping and praying.

He heard Simon sigh.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake – at least open you eyes, you daft prick.”

Begrudgingly, hesitantly, Soap cracked one eye open, then the other.

His brain almost couldn’t fathom the dissonance between all that was there, all that wasn’t, and all that he’d expected there to be.

Simon was chest-down on your bed, arms surrounding a bundle of pillows, holding them as if they were collected sticks, his head resting atop one. He watched Johnny from the corner of his half-lidded eye. He was dressed from the waist down, and his back, wet with what Soap had initially come to the horrifying conclusion was sweat, was actually bronzed with what permeated the air: a soothing oil.

Lavender.

Soap’s gaze jumped from point to point, trying to find something – anything – of the reality that had played out behind the door.

“Well ?” Ghost said. “I’m listening.”

Johnny, for the last time, swallowed, rubbed the back of his neck. His frying nerves cooled, though electricity still ran through them.

“I thought–” he gave the room another once-over.

“I thought you and… (Y/N)... were…”

Simon huffed.

“Were…?”

Johnny let out a breath, an almost-laugh. He gave a feeble smile.

“Nothin’ Sir–”

“No, go on,” Ghost prodded, getting up onto his elbows and turning over, now facing Johnny. “I’m curious now.”

John bit his lip, trying to quell the incessant itch there. He could taste the sweat collecting on his top lip.

“I just thought that…” He couldn’t look SImon in the eyes, his gaze bouncing around the room. He could feel Simon’s eyes narrowing, his patience waning.

He sighed. The jig was up.

“I…thought– that you and (Y/N) were…” He looked to Ghost, who gave no indication of understanding what Johnny was getting at, his disposition monotone as ever. Even without the mask, he was no less imposing.

Johnny made a gesture with his fists, bumping them together.

Simon’s eyes widened by a fraction of a fraction.

He said nothing. Soap’s fight-or-flight instinct re-activated. He glanced at the door. The hallway. His narrow chance of escape.

“How–” Ghost’s voice drew Johnny back to the land of the living.

“How loud were we ?”

Johnny grimaced.

“Not really (Y/N), Sir,” he said. “Just…” his hand grew into the shape of what he was trying to say. “You.”

Upon seeing Simon’s eyes widen even more, Johnny’s gaze dropped. And found another, damning detail.

Quick, use your natural humour and charm !

“Though,” he smiled, crooked, sided and small. A start. “I can see something’s made you somewhat excited,”

Simon’s eyebrow raised, and following Soap’s gaze, his shoulders went rigid.

Oh no.

A tent had been pitched in his sweatpants, plain as day for all who looked to see. Johnny’s top set of teeth grappled with his bottom lip, trying to purse his lips shut.

A snort sneaked past, and he slapped a hand over his mouth immediately, as if trying to scoop it back in.

Ghost’s gaze hardened. His eyes concrete.

“Tell (Y/N), you die tonight.”

Soap, smiling widely, simply turned in the beginnings of his departure.

“Course, Lieutenant,” he said. “Aaanything you say.”

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secretsofblackthornhall · 2 years

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Emma To Bruce

Dear Bruce,

We did it! The curse is broken! Rupert is free! Long live Rupert!

In retrospect, it’s insane how much of this we tried to do by ourselves. We should have known that when we finally succeeded we would do it with a whole team present—in this case Jem, Tessa, Kit, and Magnus. (Mina assisted by raising morale and drawing all over everything with her toy stele.)

Everyone’s still here, too, and we can relax a little in a newly uncursed house. (It really is quite homey, now that it’s been cleaned up and, you know, had its demonic aura dispelled.) Everyone except Magnus, who left this afternoon in a great rush to get back to New York.

New paragraph to talk about this, actually, because I have a lot of questions that don’t have answers and I can only ask you, Bruce. So Magnus was in a hurry to get back because of a meeting Alec is holding with Luke and some other Downworlders about plans for negotiating with the Cohort. Okay, but I feel like the Cohort doesn’t have much leverage, right? The situation is way worse for them than for us. We should be able to wait them out—shouldn’t we?

I mean they have a symbolic advantage, I guess. We’re all Shadowhunters and we all miss Idris and Alicante and Lake Lyn and probably a lot of us left stuff there we can’t get back and oh right, also a lot of people lived there who have had to evacuate all over the world and want to get back. I get that. But, like…what are the Cohort even eating in there? Idris doesn’t really grow food. Are they all homesteading in there? Raising crops? Churning butter? It’s kind of hard to imagine Zara doing any of that. But you never know. I mean, there aren’t even any demons to fight in there. Which is a good reminder that Shadowhunters are definitely not meant to hole up in Idris where there’s no demons for them to fight. I feel like Raziel was pretty clear on that point.

They must be losing their minds in there. I hope they found some board games or something.

Maybe Zara has declared herself Queen for Life and she doesn’t have to farm because she just marches around threatening to kill anybody who doesn’t grow her a potato right this instant.

Or maybe we haven’t heard anything because they all ate each other in there. Or maybe they mutinied against Zara and someone else gets to threaten to kill people now.

Okay, end of pondering the Cohort. I’m in a good mood, or was before I started this entry, anyway. We’ve been hanging out with Jem and Tessa and Kit and it’s really great. We ordered in Chinese (delivery couriers are always a bit terrified to come up the driveway, but we tip them like crazy so they’ve started to know us while we’ve been here). We lit candles—for ambience instead of for dark magic, what an idea!—and ate dumplings until we were too full to move, a thing I haven’t done since Magnus and Alec’s wedding. Apparently if I am offered dumplings, I will eat them until I become a dumpling myself. To that I say: I would never reject becoming that which I love most.

Anyway. Even Kit was less broody than usual tonight! He was hanging out with Round Tom and they seemed to be getting on okay. Oh, and I almost forgot! How could I forget! The workers found a coffin buried in the garden. But there was not a horrifying dead body inside, but rather a bunch of old stuff! Using a coffin as a time capsule seemed like a weird choice to me, but Tessa and Jem made some faces and some noises that suggested there was a long-ish story there we’ll have to ask about later.

Anyway, in the coffin was A SCABBARD FOR CORTANA. I mean, right? Can you believe it? Tessa said it used to belong to Cordelia Carstairs, who was Cortana’s wielder generations ago. The scabbard needs a lot of cleaning (a lot of cleaning) but then it can be reunited with Cortana. (After all, I think it’s probably more Cortana’s possession than anyone else’s; perhaps they’ll be happy to be reunited.)

There was also a sword for Julian—what used to be a Blackthorn family sword, but this one is only a hilt, its blade is totally missing, I have no idea why. He’s talking about getting it reforged. Big shock, Round Tom knows a guy. Triangular Jerry. No, I’m kidding on the name, but Round Tom actually does know a blacksmith and he and Julian have started talking about getting that done. (Actually, what Round Tom wants to do is have a forge installed at Chiswick, which is a cool idea, but do we want another building project on top of all the others? I mean, maybe, having a forge here at the house would be pretty cool.)

Oh, you might be wondering about Rupert’s ring, since it’s not like he could take it with him, and he hasn’t come back for it in a ghost way. Magnus checked it out and said no magic any more, just an ordinary ring Tatiana must have enchanted to bind Rupert. But none of us is going to wear it, of course. So we put it on the mantelpiece in the drawing room. Where it will remain.

The Gray-Carstairs-Herondaleses are heading back to Cirenworth tomorrow. It’s been really great having them here, but you know, it will be nice to have them go and have it be just Julian and I here in the house, not feeling creepy all the time. That seems like good times for us.

Bruce, good times are canceled. Everything’s gone wrong. I guess I was a little too smug about how everything was going; the universe had to come and screw it up for me.

Mina is gone.

And by gone I mean kidnapped.

And by kidnapped I mean, the kidnapper left a creepy old-timey porcelain doll (with wide, dead eyes, ugh) in her place, and a note.

I had just finished writing the above stuff when I heard a horrible scream from upstairs and loud footsteps, and came out to find everyone gathered in Mina’s room staring in horror.

I immediately thought oh no, another curse, or the same curse, the curse isn’t over, and maybe you did too, but that’s not what this is. This is something else entirely. Something involving faeries. Something involving Faerie.

Tessa picked up the note, read it, and handed it to Jem with a bad look on her face. Julian was already opening the window to see if anyone could be spotted outside, and I read over Jem’s shoulder:

#secrets of blackthorn hall #sobh #mina carstairs #emma carstairs #Tessa gray #faerie #jem carstairs #Rupert #zara dearborn #The Cohort #cortana

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Wedding Guest

A/N: this sucks ass but I had to get something out. It went better in my head.

Warnings: none

Pairing: Rhea x Reader

The crowd hushed as Dominik took his place at the alter. He bounced on his heels nervously. Rhea gave him a thumbs up from her seat and he smiled.

The music began as the bridesmaids began their descent down the aisle. Pretty dresses, Rhea thought, not paying too much attention. That was until one of the bridesmaids caught her eye.

The way you were gliding effortlessly down the aisle took her breath away. The way the dress clung to your curves perfectly made it so Rhea couldn’t take her eyes off of you.

The bridesmaids took their spots on the alter and everyone stood for the big moment. Everyone turned to watch the bride’s entrance, but Rhea didn’t turn. Her eyes were transfixed on you.

You smiled as your friend made her way toward you, but Rhea noticed how the smile didn’t quite reach your eyes- your gorgeous eyes.

Rhea had to know who you were.

The ceremony was short and sweet, and Rhea couldn’t have been happier for her friend. The wedding party took their leave and everyone else followed to the reception.

She found Damian and pulled him aside.

“Look behind me, but don’t be obvious. Do you see that girl?” She asked, nodding your way.

Damian looked over her shoulder quickly and smiled with recognition.

“Oh yeah, that’s (y/n).”

“You know her?”

“I’ve met her a couple times at Dom’s house. She’s a family friend I guess, super nice,” he told her. “Heard she’s newly single.”

“Do you think you could introduce me?” Rhea asked. Damian chuckled.

“Are you asking me to be your wingman?”

“Kinda…shut up,” Rhea rolled her eyes at the smirking man.

“I don’t know her all that well. Why don’t you just go ask her to dance,” he suggested.

Rhea considered it but after giving you one more glance, and having butterflies erupt in her stomach, she knew she’d never be able to approach you.

“Can’t you talk to her for me?” She whined.

“Uh, no.”

Rhea noticed you had moved from your spot and she sighed. She hoped she’d have another chance to work up the confidence to talk to you.

Speeches were made, dances were shared, and it was a good time all around. Rhea kept an eye out for you but she hadn’t seen you since her conversation with Damian.

Rhea went up to the bar, tapping her fingers while she waited to be served. As if a cool wind blew in, her hair stood on end and she shivered. She felt your presence next to her before she even saw you.

Your eyes were glued to your empty glass as you swirled the ice around. You didn’t look like you wanted to talk but Rhea had to take her chance.

“Um…hi,” she said, giving you her best smile.

“Hey,” you smiled softly. “You’re Rhea, right?”

Rhea thought her heart was going to stop; you knew who she was.

“Oh, yeah! Yeah, that’s me,” she laughed nervously.

“Dom talks about you all the time. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, gorgeous. You’re (y/n)?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?” You asked with a curious smile.

“Damian mentioned he had met you before.”

“Oh yeah that’s right, I have met him. I’m surprised you and I haven’t met before with how close you are to Dom.”

“Well I’m happy to have the chance to meet you now, at least,” Rhea said. She looked over your shoulder and noticed Dom and Damian watching the two of you with goofy grins. They both shot her a thumbs up and it made her snort.

You followed her gaze and saw the two men. You shook your head with a laugh.

“Sooo I also heard you’re single?” Rhea asked, trying to hide her nerves. Your smile dropped a little big and she instantly regretted it. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything!”

“No! It’s okay. It’s just pretty fresh and a wedding isn’t exactly the best place to forget about being single,” you chuckled sadly.

“Well, I’d love to try and help you forget. Maybe we could share a dance?” Rhea asked. Your smile returned and you grabbed her hand.

You pulled her to the dance floor where she placed her hands on your hips. The two of you danced together with huge smiles on your faces.

Rhea was having such a good time and she didn’t want the night to end. You told her you needed a drink and she offered to grab one for you. You sat at your table and she ran to the bar.

“It looks like the two of you are hitting it off,” Dom commented.

“We are! I can’t believe you’ve hidden her from me this long,” Rhea said.

“The timing just never worked out but maybe now it will. She’s super sweet, and she may have mentioned before that she finds you attractive on tv. But don’t tell her I told you that!”

“I won’t,” Rhea laughed. She brought your drink and sat in the seat next to you.

“You know, I almost backed out of coming. I didn’t think I could handle it but now I’m glad I didn’t,” you admitted.

“And why’s that?”

“Because I got to meet you. And I’m having a really good time,” you said with a soft smile. Rhea’s heart did a flip.

“Well considering I got to dance with the most gorgeous woman here, I’d say I’m having a pretty good time as well,” Rhea said. “Maybe we could hang out again, get dinner or something.”

“I’d love that.”

Rhea handed you her phone so you could put your number in and you did the same for her.

Guests were slowly filtering out as the night was coming to an end. Rhea insisted on walking you back to your hotel room to make sure you got there safely.

“Well, this is me,” you said coming to a stop.

“I’ll text you soon. Get some rest okay?”

You slowly leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Rhea’s cheek.

“Have a good night,” you chuckled, noticing the blush creeping up Rhea’s face.

Rhea waited until your door was closed to do a little victory dance.

Little did she know you were watching her from the peep hole. You couldn’t help but smile, thanking the heavens you decided to go to the wedding after all.

#rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #wwe rhea ripley #rhea ripley fanfiction #rhea x reader #rhea ripley fluff

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Who’s Your FS PT. 2

Heyyyyyyyyy happy ‘24!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m back with the awaited pt2 to who’s your FS. Now if I’m guessing most of you saw pt1 and just back here for confirmation or for more information, now for those who are new here hellloooooooooo! This is a shorter version of p1 only I’m using one deck for this reading. @silvershiningtarot gifted me the tea leaf oracle deck so that is what I’ll be using for this reading! Thanks baby!! Now REMEMBER THIS IS A GENERAL READING! Take what resonated and leave the rest for others to take in you want something more personal, you’ll have to purchase a reading from me, or any other great reader on here, mmk? Til then just take what resonates with you in this general reading! Choose an emoji and let’s get started and TAROT IS A SUGGESTIVE METHOD, DO NOT RELY ON ANYONE OR ANYTHING TO MAKE OR DICTATE DECISIONS AND MOVES FOR YOUR LIFE! YOU’RE THE POWER!

P4: 🖤

P5 :💞

P6:🫶🏽

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Pile IV

Your spouses have faced major challenges and obstacles in their lives, they’ve climbed many a mountain basically. They aren’t a weak minded person, they got heart p4 and they’re brave! They’ve faced so much they don’t back down from shit! This person is a survivor, a soldier, a warrior lol! I can’t stop bragging about how strong and fierce they are! They’ve been hit with so much shit and they’ve climbed it, I feel like right now they’re facing yet another major challenge in their lives. There’s rats around them, people that are secretly working against them behind their backs, they’re not even aware of it or who it could be cos they’re so focused on what they’re facing. Poor babies! These are my survival mode babies! They have paranoia, they think everyone is after them most likely, they are afraid of peace cos they don’t trust it, they had to defend themselves their whole lives. “All my life I had to fight.” Maybe they had a color purple kind of life, like Celie, or Sofia, but don’t look at the gender of them, it can be male, female, gender less, this person has been through some shit and they still are needing to defend themselves, don’t feel bad for them tho, they can handle it I feel, they’re hella strong but they shouldn’t have to be going through shit just cos they can handle it or they’re strong you know?? They’re a bit defensive too only cos they always had to defend themselves so they don’t understand the concept of constructive criticism or advice from bullying or trying to tear them down, they never had anything healthy to compare the toxicity too. So be mindful of that. They’re successfully overcoming a problem right now! They always land on top! They are the type to get kicked down but have the last laugh. They cannot be defeated, they lose battles but they WIN WARS! Maybe some of them live over a bridge or live where there’s a famous bridge (golden gate bridge I heard so maybe some of them or you are in cali). This person is a new person entering your life not an ex or someone you have met already, you haven’t met this person, you can possibly know of them, but you didn’t meet yet. They are arrogant and boastful and it’s cos what they went through. They are high! Very cocky they got an ego, and it’s cos whoever or whatever crossed them or tried to cause them harm failed and was destroyed leaving them way better than before. So they feel untouchable. They’ve been grieving some kind of loss, they have sorrowful moments especially when they relive or reminisce about what they went through and lost. They’re starting over and recreating their lives, venturing out into new territory or new methods of life, they’re hella creative and idealistic so they are now coming up with new and impressive ways of going about things. They may like watching the sunrise, could’ve been born at sunrise? They’re an early bird most likely. They’re a king/queen to themselves and they don’t need any validation from anyone! EVER! They persevere and never give up, this is how they overcome issues, they’re not the type to just take shit lying down, they’re a fucking fighter. They have plenty of material things, they have a lot of stuff, I’m not seeing hella wealth but they have plenty of money, they can afford whatever they want in that moment. They’re cocky cos they know they fought for everything they have so they feel they’ve earned the right to be cocky. They have been disappointed by friends and lovers in their lives who I feel have plotted behind their backs, it’s almost like I’m getting the rise of Tony Montana from Scarface, maybe they like that movie, they have a nice house and nice shit in their homes (random). They’re over thinkers, I told you they’re paranoid, they think that everything may crash and burn and they will have to struggle again like they’re used to but they are getting better and better each challenge or obstacle. I think that they’re bigger than you, some of them are tall, heavier, curvy, just bigger than you some in height some in weight. They are coming out of their cocoon a butterfly they are going through

Yet another transition and transformation, it’s for the better they are going to emerge from this so much better, stronger and more abundant I feel, I think that they always end up financially secure or blessed after every challenge they end up gaining some money that’s why they have so much shit I feel, they love to celebrate themselves. They are a happy go lucky type of person because they have been through shit and they have won every single war they’ve been in so they feel like they’re blessed and have good luck, others may gossip and say that they’re a lucky person but they’re really just good like that! They deserve their position in life, I promise you they do!

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Pile V

Happiness is important to this person. This is the type of person where money doesn’t matter to them. They just want to do what makes them the happiest, not that they aren’t taken care of financially, but they aren’t a shallow or materialistic individual. They love standing in the sun, they probably laugh loud and proud they are one of the happiest people you’ll ever meet in your life, they hate being upset or angry, it takes a lot to make them mad I feel. They have built a nest for themselves, they have a cozy home I feel, they are filled with so much love, they’re emotionally secure and they come from a loving family, or they want to create a loving and emotionally secure family. They definitely want kids, family is important to them which is why I think they were indeed brought up in a loving home at least some of them did, very warm and fuzzy person. They believe in love and happiness they believe love will bring them true happiness! I love them! They have a two faced friend in their life right now tho, this person around them is a fake ass person being fake but they only see the one face right now, idk if they don’t wanna face it or they genuinely don’t know about this person but they have a fake ass friend amongst them P5. They can be a cat person, they can even feed the birds or have a bird house at their house, you know what I feel too, they have one of those fountains for the birds outside their house, a family of birds could live outside their house. They have great fortune, like I said they are taken care of financially, I feel like because they don’t chase money like how everyone else is so obsessed with the bag, they’re not which is why money and fortune finds them simply they don’t chase anything but their happiness honestly. They are a very blessed person, a human four leaf clover 🍀! You’ll feel blessed around them too, maybe some of them are born in march, I do get wager sign vibes from this deck. Their skin is on the darker side, especially if you’re looking for a wife she’s got a darker complexion than you or her hair! It can also be their mom, or sister only because family is hella important so is their culture too, I feel some of you guys share the same culture others differ but even the ones that share the same culture you may not be into it as deep as they are they are devout to their culture and family. They may have gotten their money through inheritance, or winning something it could’ve even been some kind of windfall either way it came to them very naturally and it was like a stroke of luck or a blessing they are wealthy, they could’ve even inherited a beautiful piece of property. Something wealthy and grand they have! Money or some grand property. They are protected from negative forces, their guides and ancestors don’t play with them, anything negative that comes their way doesn’t affect them directly or heavily! They’re blessed frfr, truly lucky person! I’m happy for this person! Fuck that fake ass friend tho. P5 you gotta winner here! They may own a boat, 🛥️ yacht? This pile I’m getting old money vibes, wealth, old Victorian homes and castles type of background with this person. Idk. I see that because this person is so blessed and rarely sees any negativity, they aren’t very used to being told anything less than great, they need to learn how to accept valid criticism, I feel they feel anyone telling them anything less than satisfactory is a hater. They don’t want their happiness interfered with. I feel like there is some criticism that they need to listen to. So they have some downfalls in this person. Some of them could’ve been born rich. I feel like they are spoiled, the silver spoon ones. They are only used to having the best so anything less is not what they pay attention too. Others I feel they inherited money but before they did they accepted the fact that things suck sometimes so when anyone come to them with it they try to brush it off cos they know life sucks sometimes but they pay no mind to it which is a high vibe but also low too. They’re a fucking soaring 🦅 EAGLE! They

faced obstacles, struggles and troubles and they triumphed over it, beautifully, so they may be spoiled but they are strong and resilient! They will handle what they need too! Eagle could be a bird they love or I’m hearing maybe some of them have an eagle tatted. This fake ass friend I feel like they are undependable and insincere but they make excuses for them, only to avoid facing an issue, this may be a family friend? I feel there’s a hesitation to cut this person off, this person your spouse cannot depend on yet…….. that person still around I bet. Ugh! 😩! Your person needs to stop being so nice, they are sweet as fuck and I feel this person uses the family and your person. They are the type to get warnings ahead of time, whether it be their intuition or an actual person warning them but I feel like they always get the heads up! They are about to face a problem in the near future if they’re not facing nothing now. Some of you will be dealing with a person with white, blonde, or gray hair, some could dye it, some older, shit some is both! They’re the type of come from the families of legacies, like fashion companies, hotels, inventions, etc. They could have been next in line? I feel like with others who gained the wealth I feel like they worked but it came rather quickly, your spouse found what they loved and made millions off it. This pile is a lot about their possessions because even the next card is letting you know that right now they are increasing in material wealth right now, spiritual growth as well, which why I feel like this fake ass friend will be seeing the door soon this year! They could’ve had a goldfish as a pet or they do right now (Random). They love to vacation and take time away from everything. They’re a traveler! They are the type to drop everything and go to the fuccin Mykonos or Fiji just cos they can! They are extremely wealthy! Billionaire status to some of them I feel the ones that come from money in their family. Others they are millionaires or damn near close asfcc they could be on vacation right now, or they’re in desperate need of one.

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Pile VI

They are highly praised and thought of, this may be the fame pile and nah not entertainment celebrity but a celebrity in their fields. They’re know as probably gods/goddesses in their field of work. They’re very loved and adored by many, they have lots of fans and people throwing themselves at them. They’re very loved! 🥰 Love is hella important to them. They want to love so much! They search for true love, they may wear bows in their hair, remember bows are just accessories for any gender!!! They could be born in November or you may meet them around that time. I feel like Thanksgiving may be important to them too, they may love helping others, volunteering, I am hearing turkey drives. This is your true love by the way P6. They are in some trouble right now or have gotten into some trouble, either they were making accusations or someone was making accusations against them. I feel they’re in the hot seat at the moment or they’re putting someone else in the hot seat. I feel like it’s the first one, lots of people may be jealous of their fame, success so they’re doing anything they can to make them fall and suffer, lose that credibility. They feel like something is lacking in their life, I feel like it’s love but it can be anything, from money or goals, they just feel like they’re lacking something in their lives. They also I feel keep their emotions tucked in a barrel, I’m hearing some shit about image so maybe that’s how they move, they move the way they think they should to keep the fame. Opportunities are waiting for them at the door, opportunities that they create for themselves. Great businessmen/women! They handle the shit right! I’m not sure if they have a lot of money I don’t think they do I think they have a lot of fame, and notoriety but I don’t feel like they are rich or wealthy enough yet, they aren’t struggling they’re building up but they’re not where they want to be right now. They are about to have an exciting event that I feel will bring them in everything that they want. I feel like you guys may meet an exciting event. I feel like they may have a gong or like the sound of them ? (Random). They will be successful that’s guaranteed I’m seeing, they took their time, planned right and worked their fucking asses off they will be hella successful this year !!! This is a NEW PERSON! You don’t know them, you haven’t met them, like p4 you could’ve heard of them but you haven’t met them yet, this person hasn’t entered your life yet but they will, I think this year!!!! As soon as I said that a month card came out man!!! May!!!! They can be a Taurus, or Gemini, Scorpio or Sagittarius. They hella sensual. They may like to eat! You may meet in May. They have flopped a few times coming up in their lives, they’ve tried many different approaches and ways and have been unsuccessful. They didn’t give up they kept going and told themselves that they would be better next time and they were going to make it! They’re very focused i am getting earth sign energy major Capricorn energy especially! They are very poetic. Some of them are writers, or write with quill. 🪶. They are so creative and they are getting the start they deserve, they just want to make it, they just want to make it in what they love and continue getting the love for it, I honestly hope they do. Things are going to change for the better for them, they will make it and be successful and they will be triumphant and whatever they are facing in life. They are a bit arrogant and boastful, they aren’t a dick but they’re very egotistical and they don’t play about what they have, don’t cross these people either I feel like bad karma happens to those who cross your spouses, hella protected in the spirit world and I feel they know that and that’s why they are so cocky well a part of it, they are loud and they are goin to be heard no matter what, they show off too, I’m telling you major Capricorn vibes, this person is on their way to becoming CEO’s and Bosses this year yahhhhhh!

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Well thanks for tuning in!

Happy fuccin new years🎉

Get ready for the new year it’ll be killer!

Up’s and down’s but you’re a lot further than you were before so don’t forget it!!

I hope you enjoyed the reading and it brought you confirmation and clarity. TRY NOT TO COMMENT ANY THING ABOUT WHAT YOU READ! Some people look at the comments and are swayed to choose a certain pile based on someone else’s confirmation so please! If you have anything you want to say dm me, send in an ask, please try to comment only your feelings about the reading not any revealing information if that makes sense! Thanks babessss!

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High School Sweethearts pt. 10 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT9, (other parts in my Masterlist!)

(Fem reader x Chris sturniolo, arguements, mean & suggestive comments about y/n, idk)

A/n: bro the negative tension and uncomfortableness in this part is too real.. y/n eats Evan up at the end yall.

“Good looking too.” My mom raises her eyebrows to me and smirks, “yep.” I awkwardly say before turning back around on my heels and going to walk up the stairs, “wait, I wasn’t finished talking.” My mom spoke, her happy tone faltering slightly. I turn back around and she motions for me to sit on the couch.

I sit down and she sits in the arm chair opposite me, “what?” I ask impatiently, “watch your tone.” She tilts her head and clears her throat before continuing and I look down at my hands, “The Watsons invited us for dinner later.” My head shoots up at her, “you’re talking about the Watsons as in Evan Watson?” My eyes widen.

“Yeah and I said we’d go, for old time sake.” She smiles, completely ignoring the discomfort in my body language and voice. “No.” I scoff before standing up and walking to the stairs, “excuse me? You are coming, they miss seeing you!” My mom tries to convince me. “No!” I repeat, “their son is an asshole who treats girls like shit!” My tone loudens and my mother’s smile drops.

She walks towards me her teeth gritted, “We are going, maybe Evan will be nice.” I scoff and roll my eyes, “I shouldn’t even be letting you do anything nice after you attacked Evans best friend.” My mom hisses, “I’m doing this so you can have a nice future!”

“No, you’re doing this so you can have a good reputation and you want me and Evan to end up together so you’re the mother of the girl who married into the Watson’s family,” I walk closer to her, “I said this yesterday, me and Evan are never going to be together.” I rub either side of my temples.

“Evan probably won’t even be there, since he has friends.” My mom swallows angrily, “he won’t?” I ask again, not truly believing her. “I’ll ask them now,” she pulls out her phone and starts typing.

5 minutes later she smiles, “I just checked with his mother and he’s not gonna be there because he’s got football practice.” She smiles, “you comforted now?” I shrug. “I’m only coming because I don’t think I have another choice.” I walk up the stairs, “put on a pretty dress!” My mother calls up.

We have to leave at 5pm, it’s 4pm right now, I call Chris and he picks up instantly, “you okay?” He asks, “no, I have to go for dinner at.. guess whose house.” I answer, “I don’t know.” He replies confused. “Evans house, apparently he won’t be there but my mom is forcing me to go.” I whine, “what the fuck.” Chris says, “I know, I’ll text or call you if anything goes wrong.” I look through my wardrobe, “yeah do that, promise me you’ll be okay.” Chris spoke softly. “Yeah of course, I gotta get dressed now but I’ll talk to you later?” I ask, “yeah of course, talk to you later ma.” He hangs up.

I put on a purple dress, I look in my mirror, that dress makes you look fat. Evans words rang through my ears, this was the dress I wore to my 16th birthday party, but he made me feel so bad about myself, not a good memory attached to this dress. I rip the dress off and grab a red satin dress that I had, I can’t remember when I got it.

I slip into the dress, it’s a dark red and backless, it goes to just above my knees, I don’t know if it’s too revealing but I’ll pair it with a jacket for my own comfort, I grab a creme jacket and do my hair and place a creme bow in the back. I look down at the blood stained ring on my hand, the blood wouldn’t come off even in the shower.

I shrug and keep it on.

“You look, nice.” My mom says, she’s wearing a black dress that goes just past her knees, she’s wearing black heels too, I’m just in white sneakers. She looks at my choice of footwear and rolls her eyes, “come on.” We walk outside and into the car. At this point it’s 4:57pm and we should get there at 5:15, knowing it’s only a 15 min drive to his house.

We pull into his large driveway, his massive house infront of us, three stories and very victorian style. I don’t even know how we got together in the first place since he was rich as fuck and I was.. managing to get by.

“Brings back old memories huh?” My mom smiles at me, I shrug. The only memory it brings for me is the time he tried to, you know.

We knock at the door and Evans mom, Katherine opens the door, she looks at me and smiles. “Don’t you look so beautiful!” She pulls me in for a hug and I stand rigid. “Thanks.” I whisper. “Evan will be happy to see you.” She replies, I instantly look to my mom who awkwardly looks away and smiles at Katherine.

She leads us into the house and me and my mom follow, “you said he wasn’t gonna be here!” I whisper yell, “there was no other way to get you to come.” She keeps a straight face and doesn’t look at me. “You’re a liar.” I sigh and she ignores me.

We walk into their massive living room, the tall windows and ceiling haven’t changed much. I see his father James walk up to us, he looks at me and then at my mom and quickly back to me, he smirks at me “you have grown up in the past year huh?” He looks me up and down, causing me to wrap my jacket around me further, I shrug.

I sit down on the large couch next to my mom as she talks to Katherine and James, Katherine directs her attention to me, “so.. how’s school?” She asks smiling kindly, Katherine is the only one of the Watsons that has some sort of genuine niceness to her.

“I don’t know..” I mumble, “She’s lying.” A voice comes from behind me, Evan. He sits down next to me and looks at his mom, “she’s a trouble maker now, it’s the boy she hangs out with.” He looks at me smirking, I have felt eyes burning into me the whole time I’ve been sat here, James is staring but not in a normal way, he’s always been kinda pervy.

“Oh? Who’s the boy?” Katherine asks me, “its-” Evan goes to speak but I cut him off, “I can speak for myself, his names Chris.” I glare at Evan before smiling at Katherine. She nods.

A lady walks into the living room, “dinner is ready.” They are so fucking rich they have a chef and a maid. We walk to the dining hall and I sit down next to my mother, Katherine opposite my mother, James at the head of the table and Evan across from me. The maid places the plates in-front of us, it’s steak.

I drown out the conversation between my mom and Katherine, James adding into the conversation too. I feel someone kick my leg under the table, I look up at Evan and he’s grinning, I roll my eyes and continue to move my steak around the plate. “Doesnt y/n look beautiful?” Katherine asks Evan and James, Evan shrugs but James replies, “she’s growing into an attractive young lady, yes.” He smirks at me.

His eyes seem to be not focused on my face but my chest. Evan clears his throat and goes to speak, “so you finally watching your weight or something? Because you haven’t touched the steak.” He spoke to me, an evil smile creeps over his face, I don’t have a reason to watch my weight, Evan is just a dick who likes to make me feel bad about myself.

My mother smiles at him, not even defending me, Katherine nudges his elbow. “That is not how you talk to a woman Evan,” she spoke angrily and looks to me before smiling, “ignore him darling you’re gorgeous.” James obviously agrees with her, creep.

“Do you two talk in school?” My mother asks Evan, pointing between me and him. I shrug, “stop shrugging its rude.” My mom quietly hisses to me, “you could say that.” Evan smirks. My mom looks at me with hope in her eyes, “if you’re talking about threatening me and being rude to me and my boyfriend then yeah I guess we do talk.” I scowl at Evan.

Katherine looks to Evan in confusion, Evans brows knit together and tilts his head glaring at me before turning to his mother, “what does she mean?” She asked him, “she’s lying.” Is all he answers with. “You always accuse me of lying especially after..” Evan clears his throat loudly, cutting me off.

I stand up and lean on the table “Can I use your bathroom?” I ask urgently. Katherine nods, “of course, you remember where it is?” She smiles awkwardly, “yeah.” I say and walk out the dining room. “Sorry about her.” I hear my mom say.

I get in the bathroom and lock the door behind me, looking in the mirror. “Fuck this.” I whisper. I hear a knock on the door, “what?” There’s no reply so I open the door, Evan is standing there looking down at me.

“Fuck you scared me.” I flinch. He chuckles, “I’m sorry about what happened in there, I don’t want to be there just as much as you.” He whispers, leaning in close to me. “I doubt it, it’s your fucking house I never wanted to come back here.” I look down at my feet, feeling intimidated by his light green eyes, staring into my soul.

“So he’s your boyfriend now?” He asks me smirking, I nod uncomfortably and push past him before walking out in the hallway. “Wait.” He says and grabs my arm turning me around to him. “Let go.” I say coldly and he does. “It was kinda badass of you to beat up Michael.” He leans into me again and I lean away. “Yeah I guess.” I awkwardly spoke.

“Your knuckles are cut up huh?” He grabs my hand and his thumb grazes over my knuckles causing me to squint in pain. “Don’t do that.” I stare at him angrily, pulling my hand out of his grip. I turn around to walk away again and he smirks following behind me. “I’ve redecorated my room, wanna see?” He asks me from behind, the obvious grin in his voice.

“Of course!” I sarcastically say, flashing him a fake smile. “Of course not. I don’t want to go to the exact room you tried to attack me in.” I continue walking down the hallway and he grabs my shoulders, stilling my walk. “Maybe I wouldn’t have almost done that to you if you weren’t such a pussy, at that rate you’re gonna be a virgin forever.” He whispered into my ear.

Anger fills my face, who does he think he is? He has no right to say shit like that. “No I won’t.” I laugh, knowing that I’m not a virgin and when he finds out he’s gonna go mad. “Oh yeah?” He asks and I continue walking, him next to me.

“Did you see Chris at lunch?” I ask him, obviously he didn’t because Chris skipped so he could be with me. “No, nobody knew where he was.” He replied, I smirk, “I knew where he was.” I look up at Evan and I point at my chest. He tilts his head, “oh really?” He smirks down at me raising an eyebrow.

How big is this fucking house, I’ve been walking around in circles because Evan keeps fucking distracting me. “Yep he was at my house,” Evans smirk drops, and I grin up at him, “guess what we were doing.” I glare at him, lowering my tone.

His eyebrows furrow, “what?” His voice softens, “it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out, me and Chris in my room, in my bed.. home alone..” I slow my tone at the end of it and I wait for Evan to realise, a smile creeps across my face as his face switches to shock.

“You weren’t.” He whispers, his ego has clearly taken a hit as his face drops. I nod and smirk before walking away back into the dining room, “can we go?” I ask my mom, making her jump as I came up behind her.

“Fine, we’ve finished eating anyway.” she looks at my half eaten steak and at the maid cleaning up the dishes. Evan looks very offended and doesn’t speak. “Have you two sorted your differences?” Katherine asks as we leave the dining room, “something like that.” I look up at her smiling before throwing Evan a snarky look, he just glares at me.

We walk to the door and Katherine hugs us goodbye and this time I actually hug her back.

My mom gets into the car and so do I.

A/n: y/n is actually a girl boss, Evan fuck outta here tryna manipulate her by being flirty. Also James can make his way to the ‘to catch a predator’ set because he’s a perv!

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hauntedhokage · 2 years

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Pollen Count

Kakashi Hatake/F!Reader

Summary: While on a mission to deliver documents, you and Kakashi stop for the night in a place where you probably shouldn’t. Something in the air didn’t feel quite right, despite everything else feeling perfect. Cross posted to AO3

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: sex pollen, dub!con, f!receiving oral, blindfolds, fingering, unprotected sex, outdoor sex

Note: I was struck by Kakashi brain rot during my Naruto re-watch.

It was supposed to be a simple delivery task. There was a chance of enemy ninja, which made it not quite so simple as just delivering a couple pieces of paper. The nature of the documents required that two jounin be sent to take care of it. You didn’t know who the other jounin was, Tsunade said she had to do some reorganization of some squads to get you the backup you’d need since this document was now top priority over a couple reconnaissance and recovery missions.

It wasn’t your job to know what was in it that made it so important, but you were very interested in who your partner would be. Hopefully entertaining but at the very least could keep up conversation. It was a long journey to the Hidden Sand, to spend it in silence felt like a fate worse than death. Team compatibility could be what made the difference between a mission’s success and failure, after all.

“Oh, sorry I’m late.”

Kakashi? Oh this was going to be interesting, indeed.

“Helping an elderly woman with her shopping? At dawn?” you take your guess as his excuse, smile on your face as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Sure, let’s go with that. You have the cargo?”

You only pat your vest where the scroll was contained, and he nods before he suggests that you get going. And so you set out, being sure to act as casual as two shinobi heading out on a mission could. Nobody knew about the scroll, so it was imperative that you not act like you had anything that anybody else would want to see.

“We should probably think about camping somewhere or finding an inn to stay at for the night,” Kakashi suggests as the sun begins to set, and you nod before stopping to stand on a tree branch. “Which would you prefer?”

“Let’s get back on the road, and if we can’t find an inn by nightfall then we can set up camp.” At this time of year, it’d be dark in about forty-five minutes. Time wasn’t on your side if your hope was to sleep on a surface softer than your bedroll on the grass. Though there might have been an inn nearby, but you weren’t confident that you hadn’t passed it already due to how fast you and Kakashi had been moving.

For all your hoping, you’d been proven correct in your assumption that’d you’d passed the inn you’d been thinking of and that left you only moderately deflated as you turned off the main road with Kakashi to find a suitable campsite. Off the beaten path but flat was the goal, and you look through some tall shrubbery and smile when you see a clearing. It was really quite the scene with healthy grass, some flowers, and the river wasn’t too far away. The trees provided ample coverage, too, so it really did feel quite secluded. There was something in the air, too, something that put you at ease. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you also knew that you needed to stay on your guard while on a mission even if the environment told you otherwise. Something about deception and things being too good to be true.

Kakashi offers to take the first watch, and you tuck yourself into your sleeping bag with hopes of getting some rest. Only it’s too warm, so you remove yourself from within the sleeping bag to instead lay on it in hopes that it’d be more comfortable. Only now it’s your vest that feels too heavy, so you sit up to remove it and take a moment to roll your shoulders. Kakashi was here, you were safe to lose that protective padding to get some sleep if that’s what it took.

“Are you alright?” He asks from his perch in the tree, and you look up to see that he’d been watching you. “You seem uncomfortable down there.”

“Does it feel hot to you, Kakashi?” you ask, almost tempted to pull your shirt off but knowing that wasn’t the wisest move you could make. But it was so hot and starting to rub you the wrong way so it needed to go. Sooner rather than later. “It’s so hot out here.”

“It’s a bit warm, yeah, but I’ve been trying to tune it out.” He’s kneeling in front of you now, pressing his wrist to your forehead. You can’t see the frown, but you hear it when he sighs before he tells you that you’re running a fever. “You’re just hot, though? Not nauseous or anything else?”

“I honestly felt fine until just now when I was trying to lay down.” But you’re acutely aware of the fact that he’s still got his wrist pressed to your forehead, and now there’s his other hand on your shoulder and contributing to the heat you felt. “But now I’m just hot, and my clothes feel wrong.”

“Does it feel heavy?”

“Kinda, just rubbing me the wrong way, y’know?”

“Yeah.” So he was feeling it too, and that both relieves you and horrifies you at the same time. What if your perfect campsite was just a massive trap? That’d be just fantastic if all this was your fault. “It’s not a genjutsu, and there are no chakra signatures anywhere near us either. It’s almost like there’s something in the air.”

Something in the air? That was what you had felt earlier, but that something wasn’t making you hot. Kakashi’s hands on you were not helping, but instead were contributing to a different type of heat in your core that was not easy to ignore either. Where was the light and easy feeling that you’d had previously? Where did that go?

“I have to get out of these clothes, Kakashi.” You hope you sound calm, like you know what you’re doing, but you couldn’t even really think straight.

“We have to get out of here, we’ll deal with our symptoms once we’re out of the hot zone.”

“I am the hot zone right now!”

“And we need to figure that out, but losing your cool is not going to help. We’re not going to go far, there’s another clearing nearby and I think we should be okay there. Let’s gather our things and move.” The instruction is clear and, despite how awful your clothes felt against your skin, you follow them without question. By the time you’ve settled in the new campsite you can’t stop yourself, taking your shirt off with your vest and laying back against the cool grass in hopes that it’ll help you relax - even just a little bit.

The air felt different here, sure, but you still felt too hot. A look to your left tells you that Kakashi was feeling the heat too, since he’d removed his vest and was trying to fan cool air onto his skin. There was another more obvious problem just south of the hem of his shirt, but you avert your gaze from your partner to keep from potentially making him uncomfortable.

“Doing okay?” he asks, and you shake your head since you were still feeling too hot even with your shirt being off and cool air hitting your skin.

“Still too hot, but I’m running out of layers,” you mumble, jumping nearly out of your skin when you feel his hand on your stomach. How he got there that fast was not a question you’d waste time on, since the man did train with Gai. What was more pressing was the physical contact he’d initiated, all he really needed to do was move that hand just a bit further south and you were certain that’d either fix everything and make the problem worse - but such was the shinobi way of life. “That’s not helping.”

“I thought not,” he mumbled, and you chance looking up at him only to feel yourself get so much warmer when you see him looking down at you. There’s something unfamiliar in his eye, and that has you equal parts excited and concerned at what that look could mean. “The air is different here, so we must have inhaled something back there.”

How was he still so functional? You couldn’t give a damn about what could have you feeling this way, there were more pressing matters such as your body feeling like it was on fire and the growing discomfort with how wet your underwear was getting.

“Please stop talking,” you whine, your hand grabbing his wrist. His pulse is racing beneath his skin, his thumb starting to move against your skin until you let out another whine at the contact. “But keep touching me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Only if you want to.”

He shakes his head, and you’re not sure what it is he’s trying to convey but you err on the safe side and release his wrist. You’re ready to sit yourself up, go hide behind a tree so you could rub this out and get it over with, but his hand stays firm on your stomach to keep you in place as he leans in to get close to your ear.

“We shouldn’t do this, but I can’t pull myself away from you when I’m like this and you’re so willing.”

If he wasn’t wearing that mask, you’d kiss him right now. But he is, and that brings you to let him go so you could move the placement of your headband so it’d cover your eyes. Kakashi had to be uncomfortable in the mask, this was how you could ensure that he could be more comfortable while you both were dealing with the side effects of whatever the hell you’d breathed in. You hear him sigh before his hand leaves your stomach, and you pick up on the rustling of his clothes before his mouth is on yours and his hand is pushing at the waistband of your pants. Your hand starts to move, but is quickly pinned into the grass by Kakashi’s other hand as he moves to straddle you.

“Please behave, I’m struggling to contain myself as it is.” The warning has you nodding, but your hips move of their own volition in an attempt to get some friction where you most need it. He pauses above you, then his hands are gone from you only to work at pulling your pants and underwear down.

Your mouth falls open when his fingers push between your folds, the fire burning inside sated by the contact that has you relaxing into the grass. You hadn’t realized just how large Kakashi’s hands were until he had two fingers inside of you working to stretch you open more, and you knew you’d be fixated on those hands long after this situation was over and dealt with. A bridge to be crossed later, if you remembered after all this was over and done with.

A forearm is pressed to your hip, those two fingers part your folds, and you sigh when his tongue slides through to lap at your essence while his thumb circles your already over-sensitive clit. Another orgasm comes and goes before you can process it, your hands moving to his hair to try and pull him away. Instead, his other hand comes to replace his tongue, two fingers pushing into your cunt easily while his thumb continues to play with your clit.

“Are you going to come already?” He sounds amused, but you can’t formulate the words that you need to tell him off or tell him that he was right. “You can come, it’s alright. Let me taste you.”

You’re going to blame your current state on the fact that you were able to come just by him telling you to, that truly had to be it. But he sounds pleased and you’re ready to cry when he continues to lick and suck at your quivering pussy until you’re practically begging him to pull back and fuck you proper. You just needed him to fill you now, fill you and keep you full and fuck the neediness out of you.

“Ask and you shall receive.” There’s more rustling, and you wish you could see what he was doing and how he was looking at you but the headband remains in place to keep your vision obscured.

The blunt tip of his cock coming to rest between your folds has your eyes closing behind the headband, your fingers digging into the soft soil beneath you as he presses forward and stretches you. There’s no time or consideration for adjustments, you’d wager that Kakashi’s patience has worn out given the situation, and you’re not complaining since this is what you needed.

“Just stay put,” he breathes into your ear, his hand taking yours and pressing it into the grass beside your head. He’s still moving his hips against yours even as he speaks, the heat and desperation radiating off of him in waves as he presses a kiss to your cheek before he gently bites at your jawline. “Stay put and let me take care of us, will you do that?”

You nod, your compliance earning you another kiss before he’s pulling out. Before you have the chance to complain, he’s turning you over and pulling your hips up so you’d be propped up on your knees in front of him before he’s pushing back into you. There was no gentleness, no careful consideration of the environment, this was Kakashi on a mission to get you both off and hopefully stop whatever had gotten you both so worked up. His hands grip your hips hard enough that you’re certain there would be ten little bruises decorating your skin later, and he muffles his own sounds of pleasure by biting into your shoulder, it hurts but in the best way possible as he fucks into you at a pace you could only describe as being brutal. There was no rhythm or thought to it, he needed to get off as badly as you did.

“You feel so good, y’know that?” he breathes into your ear, every other word punctuated by a grunt that has you weaker than the one before. There’s a new heat burning inside you, this one you knew how to cope with, and you move your hand so that you could rub at your clit only to hand Kakashi grab your hand and press it back into the ground. “I said stay put and let me take care of you. You need to come?”

You nod, your head falling forward into the grass when his fingers make contact with your clit. At this point you think your body may be too sensitive, and that has you arching back into him at the feeling of the rough pads of his fingers against the nerve bundle.

“Stop running from me.”

“Sensitive,” is all you can gasp out, fingers digging into the grass once again as Kakashi chuckles in your ear. “Please, I’m so close Kakashi.”

This time you stay put when his fingers graze your clit, and you feel all coherent thoughts leave you as your body continues to rock with his as his fingers begin rubbing quick circles while his thrusts increase in pace. All that mattered was him and your approaching orgasm, anything else would have to wait until you could breathe normally again. A thrust punctuated by a pinch to your clit has your body going rigid beneath his, and he’s talking you through the orgasm until his own hips stutter and he also stills.

An arm moves around your waist, bringing you with him when he moves to lay on his side. The headband is moved but you keep your eyes closed even though your back was to him, not wanting to chance seeing his face. Things felt a bit more clear, but now you weren’t sure where the source of the heat was coming from now - the unknown inhalant or the close proximity to Kakashi. The grass was helping, though, which told you it was likely Kakashi making you feel so warm.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, a bit,” you whisper, staying on your side while he lies on his back. “How come you were so functional? We were both exposed for the same amount of time?”

“My mask must have acted as a filter. I had it off to eat, though, which was likely where I got truly exposed.” You’re quiet after that, really trying to think about it but your critical thinking still wasn’t truly there. You’d give yourself a headache if you tried, you were sure, so you choose not to think about it for now. “Well I’m going to keep watch, you need your rest if we’re going to continue the mission.”

“What if it’s not fully out of our systems? Shouldn’t we go back to the village for treatment?” You’re sitting up now, still looking away since you weren’t sure if it was safe to look at him yet, but the cold air on your back does feel nice.

“I think we’ve established that we’re pretty decent at dealing with the side effects, no need to delay by going back to the village if we can handle it ourselves.” That has you looking at him, not at all caring about whether he was masked or not. He didn’t truly mean he’d fuck you all the way to the Sand Village if that was necessary, did he? “I think that’s the fun part, don’t you?”

This man was going to be the death of you, you were certain of that.

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flowerfan2 · 1 year

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Eddie is different, afterwards. Dustin doesn’t understand why no one is doing anything about it. It’s like the spark has gone out of him, except with Eddie it wasn’t just a spark, it was fireworks, and now he’s like the old flashlight Dustin once found at the back of his closet that barely flickered.

When Eddie doesn’t even want to play D&D, Dustin tries talking about it with Will. He tells him he doesn’t know why Eddie can’t just snap out of it, and Will glares at him like he suggested raising another baby demodog. In retrospect, maybe he shouldn’t have made light of being trapped in the Upside Down with the only other guy he knows who went through the same thing.

Dustin knows Eddie’s gone through some shit, he does. But the truth is he misses him, misses his confident swagger, his disdain for people who are afraid to wave their freak flag high. He misses his big smile, and his crazy faces. He misses the way Eddie took care of his little lost sheep.

The government gave Eddie and Wayne a new trailer, but Dustin hasn’t seen it yet. Max spends as much time as she can with El or hanging out at the Wheeler’s, saying the trailer park still feels haunted to her. Dustin wonders what it’s like for Eddie, still being there every day, in the place he saw Chrissy die.

Dustin goes to summer camp again, and for a while he’s able to put it all out of his mind. Suzie is there, and being with her is awesome. For four weeks he tries to pretend that the insanity and terror of living in Hawkins is no big deal. But then he comes back home.

After a few days of riding around town on his bike and hanging out with the party, Dustin decides to organize a trip to the arcade. He tries to call Steve for a ride, but there’s no answer at his house, and when he goes to get the walkie Mike stops him, saying he thinks he’s busy. Dustin protests for a while, but finally gives up when El tells him that the Byers are having a barbeque that weekend and he’ll see Steve then.

Saturday dawns hot and bright, and Dustin puts on his favorite camp shirt and heads over to the Byers’ new house early. Joyce gives him a warm hug, like always, and he goofs around with Will until Jonathan forces them to help set up chairs in the backyard. People start arriving around lunchtime, but it isn’t until he’s eaten two ketchup-drenched hot dogs and an overcooked burger that he sees Steve arrive, Eddie trailing close behind him.

He wants to run over and give Eddie a giant hug, better even than the one Dustin got from Joyce, but Robin suddenly appears next to him and puts a hand on his arm to hold him back. “Let him ease into it,” she says softly. Dustin doesn’t know why Eddie would need to ease into hanging out with his friends, but something in Robin’s tone tells him not to argue.

Eventually Dustin decides enough is enough. He finds Eddie in the house, sitting next to Steve on the couch, talking softly with Hopper who is leaning against an armchair. They all swivel their heads towards him when he pokes his head in, and Hopper nods and leaves the room, grunting some kind of greeting at Dustin as he goes by.

“Hey, what’s up?” Steve says, and Dustin stumbles over both his feet and his words as he throws himself at the two of them. Steve catches him and holds him tight, and he feels Eddie wrap an arm around him too.

“I want everyone to be okay,” Dustin mumbles, feeling like an idiot but not able to really say anything else.

“We’re okay, dude, don’t worry,” Steve says. “I mean, Hopper’s grill skills could use some work, but generally speaking that’s not a big deal.”

“Really? That’s what you’re going with? You know that’s not what I mean.” Dustin pushes out of their hold and sits on the coffee table. He looks at Eddie, and then Steve, who exchange a weird glance, and then Eddie leans forward.

“I’m sorry, bud. It really wasn’t my year, I guess. But-” Eddie’s eyes flash over to Steve, who gives him a wry grin and knocks their knees together. “Things are looking up. I’m okay. Really.”

Dustin realizes that Eddie does seem better. He’s completely lost that gray haze. Even his hair looks better, bouncier, like Steve has been sharing his secrets. “Do you swear?” he asks, his throat tight.

Eddie laughs, and it makes something glad and joyful bubble up in Dustin’s chest. Steve looks happy about it too, and he grabs Eddie around his shoulders and pulls him close to his side, making Eddie laugh some more and then rest his head on Steve’s shoulder. “Yeah, I swear.”

Dustin hears Nancy announcing something about ice pops, and he decides he better get out there before all the good flavors are taken. “All right. Fine. See you around?”

“For sure,” Eddie says, and it’s a little softer and quieter than maybe Eddie was before, but Dustin still feels that warmth inside him. Because the spark is back in Eddie’s eyes. It’s not quite fireworks yet, but it’s there, and it’s awesome.

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clxja16 · 7 months

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The Unspoken Words

Lewis Hamilton X Reader

Genre: idk man

Warnings: suggestive(?), angst(?)

Word Count: 1.4K+

Author's Note: idk what to think of this. I think the idea in my head was better than the actual product. honestly I'm just gonna put this up for now, but if it doesn't get like 200 notes in the next three days, then imma delete it.

update; it got 200+ notes in three days, so I guess it's staying up

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The unspoken words of an almost relationship;

“Just to be clear, we’re…”

“Friends,” you said calmly, with an all too knowing smile.

Lewis smirked at you. “Hmm, you weren’t saying that last night,” he says before walking away. Lewis was many things, but above all he knew how to be discrete. A quality that you were ever so grateful for.

“Just stay for the night,”

“Just stay with me for a little longer tonight.” Lewis clings tightly to you, even if it’s only for a moment longer. One day, you won’t try to leave in the middle of the night, and Lewis hopes that day comes soon.

“We both know I shouldn’t do that.”

“No one will know,” Lewis says, as he pulls you closely to him in the bed. You can’t help but allow your eyes to close. Just for one more night, you’ll stay.

“No one has to know that you like being with me, I won’t tell anyone if that means you stay longer,” Lewis wants to say. He knows he’s getting attached; too attached.

“Congratulations on the podium,” you say, as you and him walk side by side towards the hotel elevators.

Lewis smirked, “Do you want to help me celebrate tonight?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you say as you begin to unbutton the blouse you were wearing.

“Lewis look at this,” you say, shoving your phone in his direction. At the worst timing ever you get a text notification from your partner back home.

“y/n,” Lewis says with a tone you can’t place.

“I’m sorry.”

You’re trying to say, “I’m sorry, that I fell in love with you when I’m already in a relationship with someone else. I’m sorry that I’m willing to hurt you to protect them.”

“I told you before, this is not something serious Lewis.”

“If I had met you first, If I had known you first, If you were here first, this wouldn’t be happening right now. I wish I waited for you, but now is too late,” you heart tries to free itself from your mind, but you refuse to allow it. Your mind keeps your heart locked away, to protect it from itself.

“Why can’t we change it to be serious?”

“Why can’t you let me love you? Let me love you out loud. Let me show you what it means to love and be loved. Let me be in love with you. Please.” Lewis wants nothing more than to love you, how you deserve to be loved. He would give anything in this moment to love you.

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” Lewis said, a few days after the initial fight.

“I will stop asking for more, If I can love you for a second more.” Lewis gives up on the possibility of something real. He gives up on loving you out loud. He lets go of something serious, if that means you will be with him for another second.

“It wasn’t a fight,” you offer him a smile, “it was a heated conversation”

“Thank you for not making me choose.”

“If that’s what you want to call it,” he says with a smile as well.

“It is what I want to call it.” It’s time to let him go, but you’re not ready.

“Let me pretend for a little longer, that this isn’t becoming serious.”

“Oh just like that,” you can’t help but moan out. You can hear Lewis scoff at you.

“I have to go,” you say to Lewis as he watches you pack your things. “Toto is sending me back to the factory.”

“For how long?”

“Just a couple weeks,” you smirk at Lewis, “I’ll be back.”

“I’m going to come back to you, because I’m not ready to let you go. I know it’s selfish for me to expect you to wait around for me. But that's what I want you to do. I want you to wait for me just a little longer. Wait for me just for a moment more. And then I’ll let you go.” It's about time you let Lewis go, you force him to stop loving you, but not right now. Not this exact moment. You want him to be yours for just one more second.

“Good.”

“I’m gonna extend my time at the factory,” you speak into the phone to Lewis.

“You said you were going to come back,”

“You told me you were going to be back, and I waited for you. I will wait for you; so long as you tell me you’re coming back. I will continue to wait for you, just tell you’re going to come back. That you’re going to come back to me. You tell me that, and I will wait. I will wait as long as it takes.” Lewis wants to wait, he wants to wait for you to come back to him.

“I am going to come back, just not as soon as I thought.”

“Wait for me, for a little longer. Please.”

“God, I missed you,” Lewis says, as he sees you waiting outside his hotel room. “When did you get here?”

“A few hours ago,” you say, revealing the luggage behind you.

“Let’s get inside,” Lewis opens the hotel room door for you.

“Oh this is perfect,” you praise.

“Just for you.”

“Everything I do is for you. I wait, I long, I live, I breathe for you. All I have done and will do, are for you. Because I love you. Because I am in love with you.” Lewis hopes that in another life he will get to say all the unspoken words of this moment to you.

“y/n, you’re getting a call,” Lewis calls to you, while you’re in the shower.

“Who is it?”

“It’s them.” He says it with the same tone that you can’t place.

“Why? Why do I do this to myself? Why do I continue to love you, when you don’t mind hurting me to protect them? How can you hurt me like this, again? How can you do this to me? Why do I let you do this to me?” Lewis knows that you aren’t willing to hurt them. He doesn’t understand why you continue to protect them. Maybe in another lifetime, you can hurt them to be with him.

“Oh,” you stop for a second, “just leave it. I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Lewis says, as the two of you sit across from each other in the hotel room, half-dressed.

“I love you, but I don’t love this. I don’t love the secrets. I don’t love the pain. I don’t love how you’re not mine. I don’t love that you can hurt me easily. I don’t love that you met me second. I don’t love this. I love you.” Lewis thinks that in another lifetime, he won’t have to say all the unspoken words to you. He wants some unspoken words to remain unspoken.

“I know,” you say truthfully, “you want something serious.”

“You deserve something serious, and I wish I could do that for you, but I can’t.”

“And you’re trying to get away from something serious.”

“You told me. You told me you didn’t want this to be serious. I knew what I was getting myself into.”

“It was fun though.”

“I loved every minute with you. I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you, but I would do it all again. I would put you through all the pain again, just to feel an ounce of your love. I’m being selfish again, but I love you too. In another life, find me first. Find me first, so that I can be with you first, so that this won’t ever happen again. In another life, let me meet you first.” In another life you want the unspoken words to remain unspoken, but you want to say all the unspoken feelings of this moment.

“If you change your mind about something serious, you can call me,” Lewis offers.

“Tell me to wait for you. Tell you’re going to come back to me. Tell me that, and I will wait. I will always wait for you, just tell me you’re going to come back to me. Just one more time, tell me you’re coming back and I will wait.” Lewis asks for you to give him hope. He wants you to give him hope that things can change.

“Don’t wait around for me, Lewis.”

“Now we’re just…” Lewis speaks up, when he sees you leaving the hotel.

“We’re just people that used to know each other,” you say, as the taxi to take you to the airport pulls up. “Goodbye Lewis.”

“Goodbye y/n.”

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tomsvouge · 8 months

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Because I Liked a Boy

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺↣ -𝘠/𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 "𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴" 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 "𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦" 𝘑𝘰𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

(𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰: 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘉𝘰𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳)

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦:𝘩𝘪𝘪𝘪 𝘪𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳! 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦💕𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 ♡

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 lahjay10_,teehiggins,yourinsta, and others

Joeyb_9 #1 Fan❤️

User1- ummm where is Alex??

User2-obviously not here

Lahjay10_ -Nah she more like top 3… and not 2 or 1

Teehiggins- who 1 then cause it certainly not u

Lahjay10_ -I’m uno for a reason

Yourinsta- always and forever 🩷

Joeyb_9-🩷

User13- Alex was better

User4-yea better at using his fame and money y/n has been there since HIGHSCHOOL😂

User5- HOME WRECKER🤮🤮🤮

User17-Money hungry asf

User13-all the toxic joey fan girls mad at her for taking a picture with a friend MISERABLE

User18- SLUTTTTT🤮🤮

User20- She’s only a rebound for Joe 🙄he will be back with Alex in a week tops

Sitting in the studio overthinking… as always. Scrolling through Instagram when I see that Joe posted us. I should have just liked and scrolled. But no.. my curiosity got the best of me. Once again I was getting hated on.

I knew this would happen, I wasn’t dumb. Once you start dating a top quarterback all you receive is hate and death threats. Especially when his ex girlfriend is a favorite by some of his fans. Some fans are nice and supportive of the relationship but other are just unnecessarily hateful and comparing me to Alex.Joe’s ex girlfriend.

Alex was not good for Joe at all. All she did was judge him and use him. People only liked her because she was pretty and put on a act for the public when cameras came on. When paparazzi comes she’s the first one to answer all questions and sometimes even calls them to spy on Joe.

As I write on the paper all that comes to mind is all the hate I’ve been receiving. People telling me to kill myself. People telling me that I’m a slut and that I’m only with Joe because of his money. It doesn’t help that Alex is making shady post trying to get my attention. I can’t say I haven’t seen it but I also can’t respond. It seems like anything I do now causes an uproar between the fans.

Some time goes by as I hear a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

“Hey lovie” Joe said with a smile.

“So I was just driving and wondering if u would want to come to my first game of the season before you start getting busy with performances?” Joe asked

“Umm I would love too for sure but don’t you think with all the stuff that’s going on in the media would just make it a bad time?”

Of course I wanted to go to Joe’s game. I always go to his games. This started all the way back in high school. Guess some people that say I’m using him forget I knew him before the fame and fortune.

“I mean this has happened before but that doesn’t mean it’s right. But you also shouldn’t let it affect your day to day life..” Joe said

You sigh as you think about it “ I don’t know Joe, it’s still might be too much to handle right now..”

“Ok how about this. I’ll just get you a suite that way you’ll be in the comfort of people you know” Joe suggested as he strokes hair out of your face.

“I guess that would make it a little better than being in the crowd” I said looking at the paper in front of me.

Joe knew that you had been getting hate. And he knew that this wasn’t the first time. He hated seeing you like this. Seeing you insecure and depressed all the time. You constantly reminded Joe that the hate was not his fault but he couldn’t help but feel like it was. Joe does his best to try to get you out of the house and it doesn’t help that the house has your studio in it. He’s been taking you on walks, having movie nights,and going star gazing with you. Even after all that and more it was never enough to bring you out of your slump.

Getting up in the morning was always the toughest part of the morning. I look to the side of me to see an out line of Joe’s body. A sudden sound catches my attention only for it to be joe coming out of our closet with his jersey.

“Morning baby. I got you one of my jerseys to wear to the game.” Joe said with a smile on his face.

Uhhh sure I’ll wear it but what if people see me wearing it?”

“So? Fuck em. Only thing that matters is us and our love. Who cares if somebody doesn’t like us together. As long as we’re happy that’s all that matters.” He says in a soft tone while sitting at the edge of the bed.

I sit and think about what Joe says and he’s right. I shouldn’t let people from the outside looking in dictate how I live my life or how my relationship is. I’m happy and he’s happy. And that’s all that matters.

“Alright now enough sad shit we have a game to will and people to prove wrong” He said while smiling and yanking the blanket off of me.

I get up and head downstairs to eat breakfast only to see that Joe already made it for me.

I grab the plate of food and see that there is a note next to it. I pick it up and read it.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴!-𝘫𝘰𝘦𝘺

All I could do was smile at him. He always finds a way to make me laugh even when I’m in the darkest of times or at the lowest of lows.

As we’re getting closer to the stadium my mind starts racing. My heart starts going 2x it’s speed and my breathing quickens. Seeing all these people makes thoughts come to my head.

"𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴"

"𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦"

"𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵"

I’m separated from my thoughts when I feel Joe squeezing my hand. I turn to look at him after taking a breath.

“You ok? We’re here” joe says with concern on his face.

“I’m fine just thinking..” I say while looking down at my anxiety filled leg.

“Look at me”I look at him

“Nothing that anyone says is true, you know what she did and you know you are infinitely times better than she will ever be. Don’t let these people control you. You control you.” He said in a way that sounded stern but comforting at the same time. I don’t say anything I just smile and nod this time. Sometimes you don’t need to speak, all you need is to comprehend the words being said.

Once Joe and I got out of the car I start to feel better about the situation I’m put in. I’m just going to meet up with the other girls and I’ll be fine. Everything’s going to be fine..

It’s halftime in the game and the boys are not looking so good in the game. I look at Joe and it looks like he’s looking at the suite I wave and surprisingly he waves back. Didn’t think he could even see up here tbh. I stop waving at him when all of a sudden a drink and food is thrown at the glass. It startles me so I back up a little bit. Looking in the crowd I see her. Alex with a malicious smile on her face. Fans around her yelling hurtful words at me like “slut” “whore” “snake” “home wrecker” and “gold digger”. It was another thing for this to be said online, but something about me hearing and seeing the faces in person made it so mischievous more real. Not just a mind game. A nightmare. It was reality.

As Joe is looking over plays he hears an uproar in the crowd. He looks behind him only to see the suite glass covered in food. So much that he couldn’t even see you. He wanted to go up there so badly but he couldn’t. Halftime was over at it was back on to work.

The car ride back home was quiet. The only sound being made coming from the radio in the car. Joe knew you didn’t want to talk about it. You knew that Joe wasn’t the type to talk after losing a game. But that’s not the reason he didn’t talk. He didn’t talk because he was pissed at those people throwing things at the glass and yelling things at you. He was pissed because you didn’t even get to watch the rest of the game and enjoy yourself. You went back to the car and cried your eyes out in the back seat. All Joe did the whole ride was put his hand on yours.

Once Joe put the car in the garage you walked into the house and immediately went upstairs. You got in to the shower and just cried. You cried your heart out because you knew the sound of the water would drown your sounds of sorrows.

Once getting out of the shower you put on shorts and a hoodie. You looked at the hoodie and realized it was the one Joe gave you on your very first date with him. You two were cuddling and watching the stars on his trampoline in the backyard in high school. The memory made you smile a little. You looked into the mirror and did not recognize the woman in front of you. The sad drained and depressed woman.

Walking into the room was like walking into a room with people you don’t know. Quiet and tense. I got in the bed with joe and turned with my back facing him. I was drifting off the sleep when he spoke up.

“I’m sorry” he said in almost a whisper.

“ it’s not your fault. You didn’t know what would happen today.” I say turning around to face him

“ I know but I’m the one who persuaded you to come out..” Joe said. You couldn’t see his face but you know you wouldn’t like the saddening sight.

“Even if you didn’t convince me, it was probably going to happen sooner or later.” I say reaching up to touch his hair.

“The media asked about it today. I didn’t respond how I truly felt but I got my point across.” Joe said leaning into my touch.

“What did you say?”

“I told them that what has been happening and what happened today was very disturbing and disrespectful towards you and our relationship. And that any fan that has said hurtful things to you and did what what happened today is no fan of mine.”

“That’s very sweet Joey thank you” I say with a yawn.

“Hey, how about we go on a trip during the bye week? Just you and me. No social media” He says pulling me closer.

“Sound perfect” I say drifting off to sleep.

𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥: @nolagriddy @ohlookitsasinglepoeceofpopcorn

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onewmin · 8 months

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so it goes | kim mingyu

Pairing: idol!Kim Mingyu x idol!(implied)fem!reader (but can be gn!reader)

Summary: Perhaps, you shouldn’t be thinking about Mingyu at your friend’s party. Perhaps, you have to stop reminiscing about the night you spent with him. Perhaps, it’s too late for you to fall head over heels for someone. Or maybe, you’re not too old for the sweetest guy you’ve ever met.

Genre: Fluff, suggestive (if you squint), overall, two people are falling in love

Word count: 2184

Warnings: AU (cause in no way I’m saying it’s real), the reader is torn apart, mentions of cheating, slightly suggestive, the reader is older, mentions of social pressure

Author’s note: idk what it is but here we are. it’s pretty short and is mostly focused on the reader (it’s becoming my signature mark I guess lmao). Hope your enjoy it! Tell me what you think <3 p.s. the pictures are taken from Pinterest, so if you know the owners, please let me know so I could credit them! header cr — @/minzvk on Pinterest.

Disclaimer: the names and the appearances of real people are taken for the writing purposes only.

You did something bad. It’s not something illegal that could get you in jail, nor it is anything to be ashamed of. Well, technically, your media persona would be destroyed in an instance if they found out what happened.

As you glide through the chitchat, giving sweet smiles, bowing and trying to hold two drinks in your hands, you look for Jihyo, who seems to be lost in the crowd. It was her party, the celebration of her solo debut, and the club was filled with every other idol possible. The person you did the bad thing with included.

“Ah, there you are'', you panted, shoving a drink in Jihyo’s hands, “it’s impossible to get through here”.

She nodded, taking a sip, and immediately engaged in a conversation with somebody else. No matter how happy and supportive you were of your friend, your mind couldn’t help but wander, couldn’t help but think about the bad deed that happened two days ago. How horribly brainwashed were you to think doing that thing was the end of the world?

Sipping on your drink, your eyes wandered around the room too. Not wearing your contacts was a terrible idea as now you couldn’t recognize anybody unless they were close to you. Or unless they stood right in front of you, waving their hands closely to your face. Perhaps, it was for the best — you wouldn’t be able to see his face as well.

Your phone buzzed in the pocket of your jeans. Reading the message, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, as you nervously ran your hand through your hair.

“Can’t stop thinking about you”.

You raised your eyes from your phone screen, turning your head in desperate attempts to find him. To notice him from across the room didn’t even require you squinting your eyes — he was the only person who stared directly, shamelessly. You could swear he smirked when you looked back at him; however, maybe it was your imagination, playing dirty with your already burning mind.

You ran your hands through the hair again, sighing deeply and staring at your screen. Scrolling up your almost one-sided texting with the contact ‘Mingyu’, your brain couldn’t focus on anything but the memories of him from two nights ago.

‘Please don’t ignore me’.

‘Mingyu, we can’t’.

‘Why?’

‘Please answer me. Please’.

‘Just tell me why. Tell me why and I won’t bother u ever again’.

Easier said than done. Why, Mingyu? The answer is both simple and overcomplicated at the same time. Because you were older than him — not too much, he was just three years younger. Three years younger, super popular and way out of your league. That’s what you were confident about; although, Mingyu was absolutely different in his opinions. But just to think about it… You debuted almost twelve years ago, when he was, what? Thirteen? Fourteen? Isn’t it weird?

Only in your head, perhaps.

But in these twelve years you did your absolute best to never be caught in any dating scandals. Even with your ex-boyfriend of nine years, who was an ex-trainee turned into a dancer, you never went public. First because you both were too young, and your agency didn’t allow dating (who listens to them anyway, right?); second — you were too busy with your schedule, singing, blooming acting career and university studies to even consider having a public relationship; and third? Because he didn’t want to. He enjoyed living in comfort of being incognito, of having no responsibilities publicly. He could flirt with girls, get on dating apps, go out with random ladies and eventually, as you found out later, sleep around in your shared bed. In the bed that you bought. In the house that you paid for. Yeah, it was hurtful to catch him red-handed, but hating him helped come through the breakup faster. A year and half with the therapist's help, moving from the house to the apartment, getting a dog and a cat, and gaining new hobbies and friends — yeah, you were much better off without his jealous ass.

To consider dating after him, though? Wasn’t possible. Building up trust from scratch after you’d spent almost a decade with one person wasn’t even on the table. So you thought.

You knew Mingyu long before you changed agencies, almost right from their debut. He never failed to tell you how much of a fan he was, his cheeks turning rosy, while he was fiddling with his fingers. He seemed like a nice, sweet boy. Until a month ago.

“Oh, Mingyu!” Someone exclaimed, pulling you from your ever-wandering thoughts. “Good to see you!”

Oh god, he was right in front of you now. The black baggy T-shirt he wore was probably the exact same one from two nights before. Yeah, it was that tee. Oh shit.

“Mingyu”, you whimpered, back pressed to the wall, as his hands were roaming around your body.

“What, love?” He murmured, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck. The unexpected pet name he’d given you sent vibrations down your spine, turning you into a melted vanilla ice-cream under a scorching sun.

“We…can’t”. Your words came out as a whisper when he stopped all of his movements to look at you. His dark chestnut eyes magnificently bewitching — as if he had put a spell on you.

“Why?” He uttered, hands squeezing your waist. “We’re both attracted to each other, why not?”

You sighed, unable to give an answer. Your reasoning seemed to fall down at his feet, as it started to appear stupid at the moment. Who cares if you are three years older? He’s not far behind, a responsible adult, who’s also the most attractive person you’ve ever met. Not to mention he’s super smart, ready to pull up in his car to any place you call him from and makes the best homemade pasta in the world. When he holds your hand, gently rubbing your palm, you could swear it fits his big ones perfectly, and when he puts his arms around your waist, chin resting on your head, the heat of his body warming you in cool late August nights – as if you were born to eventually be loved by him. One night with him, preceded by a couple of months of pining, of watching him dance, talk, laugh, run, smile, blush, run hands through his hair, sheepishly bring you a coffee because he thought of you in the coffee shop… Mingyu drove you home endless times when your car was being repaired, and every time he did, he would walk you right to the door of your apartment, to make sure you got home safely. You couldn’t, you can’t count the moments when you thought of him. Every day. Every night. Every minute of your day, even those you spent in the studio. And when the pining was too much, it resulted in a cheek kiss turned into a heavy breathing and making out against the wall of your living room.

You hand touched his cheek. His eyes were clouded with desire as he observed your every move, leaning into your touch. “No reason”. You didn’t let your doubts take over the moment. Not with him.

And now Mingyu was standing right in front of you, a silver chain on his neck glimmering in the dim light of the club. The thought about this same chain, dangling on his neck and sending shivers all over your body every time it touched your skin when he was kissing you in the dark of your room, seemed to absolutely absorb you. And your shameless staring didn’t escape Mingyu’s attention either.

“You seem busy these days”, he said, obviously hinting at you ignoring his texts. You let out a sigh, not having the slightest idea what response you could give him.

“I have a comeback soon”, you cleared your throat, “so there’s a lot to do”.

He nodded. “Avoiding me included?” That horribly smug smirk made you close your eyes and take a deep breath. He did not just say that here, where multiple people could hear him.

“Let’s not talk about it here”, you leaned in to almost mumble it in his ear. He glanced at your lips, a slight head tilt away from his. It was too late when you realized how close you were, but Mingyu didn’t let you get away easily when he grabbed your hand.

“As you wish”. He almost dragged you from the spot you were hanging around, his hand squeezing yours a bit too hard. You felt as if you were under scrutiny, when every other person in the club was eyeballing the scene that Mingyu created. However, no one seemed to take notice of him taking you out of the club. Hopefully, none of your girlfriends did – otherwise, you’d have to deal with their constant taunting forever. They always joked how you were the ‘least scandalized’ concerning your dating life (and less experienced, as you spent your younger years being practically married to one man). And if they find out about Mingyu? A never-ending saga it would be.

When you were outside, a group of paparazzi almost caught you – or so you thought – but Mingyu was quick enough to move to the opposite direction, where no photographers or strangers could catch you. He took you to the parking lot, right to his car.

The place was empty, not many cars were occupying the parking spaces. At one point, when you observed the area, you dropped his hand. However, it didn’t help: Mingyu took both of your hands in his immediately, gently rubbing your palms once again.

“Did I do something wrong?” He muttered, eyes glued to your hands. An immediate string of pain poked your heart, as you heard his brittle voice. He was too good to make him feel this way.

‘No”, you shook your head, cupping his cheeks and bringing his gaze back to your face, “it’s not about you, Mingyu”.

“Then what’s wrong?” He asked, his hands sweetly squeezing your wrists.

You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. That was so stupid, so… You couldn’t even find the words to describe what you were feeling. No matter how much you liked Mingyu, the thought of public going mad about the two of you dating was eating you from the inside. And the fact that you were slightly older than him… The whole stigma of women being older than their boyfriends was so terribly bizarre, to the point when even your cousin (whose partner was a year younger than her) was dragged by the whole family and called ‘too old’ for him. And you were three years older! What would they do to you? And what’s most important, what would the public do? How horribly would they tear your career apart? And what would they do to him?

“I don’t think..” You stuttered, looking down at your feet, “I don’t think I’m a good match for you”.

“Why would you ever think that?” It was his turn to cup your cheeks now to make you look at him. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted”.

“But the age-“

“Are you, like, what? Eighty?” The corners of your mouth quirked up. “I… I have feelings for you. I like you, I’ve had a crush on you since I first saw you”, he said under his breath, “and I know you feel the same way”.

The eye-contact seemed to be a non-verbal communication for the two of you; otherwise, if your gazes could speak, they would declare love poems for the whole world to hear. You weren’t sure what to respond, because, no matter how much the public opinion had altered so many things about you to fit in their idealistic standards, you, from the moment Mingyu and you got stuck in the elevator several months ago, from the moment you noticed his soft smile, had his silky voice be your shy companion for half an hour — from that moment alone you were mesmerized by him. Captivated. Did it really matter what the public would think?

“I do”. You almost gasped when his eyes lit up at your response. An angelic smile adorned his face, a face so delighted you could swear he had a garland behind him to lighten up the darkness of the night.

“Then let me take you home”, he murmured into your lips, “let me take you home every day”.

How in the world could you say no to him?

So it goes. Him, driving his car, stealing kisses from you at the red light and squeezing your hand in his; and you, catching the glimpse of every little thing he does, just so you can savour these memories when he’s far away. It feels different — to be able to fall in love slowly, feeling his and yours palms sweat whenever you hold hands; to laugh at stupid jokes the two of you make, to cuddle on the couch, while watching TV, to go on picnic dates, to finally be loved. Perhaps, this is everything you ever wanted.

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Do you think any of the NRC students slept with someone that you wouldn't expect in a heat of the moment situation and never talked about it again? For example people you normally wouldn't ship together or don't see having much interaction but maybe they slept together since they were both in the mood and knew since they don't interact they wouldn't have to worry about bumping into the other and feeling awkward, maybe even multiple times since it's an easy no strings attached

Anon, it’s been days and every time I think about your ask, I focus my entire being on activating 100% of my brain and opening the third eye. A part of me is saying “I don’t know, I think we already ship everyone who could bang even if it’s just for once”, but another part of me is saying “but imagine the juicy gossip?” lol

To be honest, I ended up with a lot of possible options. Not all of them have to happen in the same universe because some of the boys ended up being more promiscuous than they probably would be LOL Also, we do ship some of these couples, to be completely fair.

Ace and Riddle – an accidental hookup, a classic “instant regret” situation. Argued for a long time, got super heated, and then boom, it happened. They didn’t say anything to each other afterwards and started avoiding each other for some time.

Jade and Riddle – I guess this is another accidental hookup? Riddle isn’t sure if this actually happened or Jade is just messing with him. But he is very flustered, confused and isn’t sure if it happened (did it?) because Jade is Floyd’s twin. Would that make things better or much, much worse? In any case, it was a momentary weakness… maybe induces with something that he shouldn’t have drunk.

The devil on my shoulder whispers “Rook and Leona”… And I’m not sure whether I should listen to him or not. The fact that Rook is still very obsessed with Leona suggest that he didn’t get any… But the possibility is never zero. I feel like Rook would.

Jamil could fully go around having sex with random people with 0 strings attached with his unique magic, to be honest LOL But it’s probably too troublesome because it would require him explaining to the hypnotised person what to do. I feel like we talk a lot about Jamil having these arrangements now that I think about it… while someone like Azul would be a regrettable long-term arrangement, someone like Floyd could be a one-time thing. Initially. But then both of them would kind of want to repeat it, so I guess it doesn’t count lol

Oh! Ruggie and Jamil! This would have the most perfect “one-time sex no strings attached” situation in NRC. Both of them are such no bullshit people lol

Epel and Ace both are horny-but-no-homo enough to end up with an arrangement where they would try to hook up once just as a training of sorts (if Ace doesn’t want to go for Deuce for some typical Ace reason). The main reason why it didn’t continue was because both of them were crushing on other people, and this coping situation just didn’t really work for them lol But whatever happened between them is a huge secret.

I can’t think of anything specific for Idia but it would be silly to leave him out, so let’s imagine him somehow getting Kalim’d because he got invited to his dinner party and then the whole thing was a blur. Kalim doesn’t strike me as someone who would have sex with a lot of people, but Idia was so cute that night! He kept saying that he really had to get back home, but his body was saying other things! <3

Sebek is a huge one when it comes to accidental heat-of-the-moment fucks, but he is very bad at never-talking-about it part, so Sebek/Idia wouldn’t work here (he won’t leave poor Idia alone after that lol). Sebek/Jamil would though, as well as Sebek/Leona… in every scenario Sebek is very confused though and is having a hard time keeping it together lol

Malleus is a wild card because I can see him somehow hooking up with Trey; it’s Trey’s energy of a regular guy who ends up fucking the most gorgeous people, I guess. Trey has no idea how and why it happened: was this a blessing? Should he be grateful? I mean, it was very good, but… should he be concerned about the fact that he fucked the future king? Malleus is perfectly satisfied and pleased though, so maybe Trey should be okay…

I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT AZUL AND MALLEUS, these two fucked during the Glorious Masquerade event, this is just a fact. But also it could've happened at any other point, but only once, either as a result of Azul being a total suck-up who really really badly wants to get on Malleus' good side (and what better way to make connections than by fucking a person I guess)...or as a result of Malleus being adventurous and flirty, once again.

I could also see Malleus hooking up with Floyd, and in that case it would be the perfect storm of Malleus feeling adventurous and a bit petty at people who didn’t pay attention to him + Floyd feeling in the mood for some dangerous games. Both of them would be very aware of what’s going on and would go all-out. It was the first time in Floyd’s life his partner didn’t ask him to be slower or gentler, only asked provoking questions, as if to piss him off.

Another person Floyd could end up hooking up with is Vil, but in that case it would be a result of their unresolved sexual tension that’s been building up overtime. Vil could end up hooking up with Jade for the same reason actually, but it would be more of a calculated thing in that case, in a “I know what you’re playing” sense.

Bonus: Trey has slept with multiple random students on his campus during his first year, but he stopped doing that when Riddle enrolled. With some of them it was Trey’s first time talking to them, and he wasn’t really able to continue the relationship since then, so I guess it kind of counts?? He doesn’t like talking about it though, it ruins his image a little bit lol

#replies #headcanons

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The “little things” they do (Pomefiore)

--------------Epel--------------------------------------------- “Uug i can’t stand him” epel groans as he aggressively carves another apple “always nagging like he’s my mom or something.” he huffs as he finishes the final details “why do you stay with a man like that” epel mumbles. He and vil got into a heated argument again. Only god knows what they’re on about this time but it was way too early for any of that. “Well..maybe he’s just looking after us” i stated “sure sure, ‘taking care of us’. Do you truly believe that” he asked “well he has made sure i’ve eaten and have a healthy-ish sleep schedule” i replied “i wouldn't blame you for you thinking such things though” i mumbled as i leaned back on the apple tree. “Why do you always defend him… have you forgotten what has happened here” epel asked. His expression saddened “I’m not defending him entirely-. How about this? How about i ask him to lay off” i suggested “by yourself” epel asked “no it’s fine. You shouldn't” epel said as he picks up another apple “why. Don’t you want him to get off your back” I asked “yes but i don’t want you to go by yourself with him” epel replied “why not. Vil hasen’t-” “i don’t want you to die again ok gosh” he huffs angrily “epel.. Did you have a nightmare or something” i asked with a slight sigh “you don’t….I guess you can say it’s a nightmare” epel mumbled “do you want to tell me about it” i asked “.....you were hurt really bad.blood was everywhere and-” epel paused “I don’t want to talk about it anymore” he said. “Just don’t trust vil with anything. Don’t even dare.not even rook alright. Trust me. It’s for the best” epel said as he looked at me dead in my eyes “ok.. I won’t…. How about we made some dessert over with trey. I think he can make some apple pie.” i offered, which made him smile “gosh you’r the best. Always know how to make lil ole me happy” epel said as he grabs my hand “lets go then” epel adds as he drags me up and away to heartslabyul. Must be one nasty nightmare for him to act like that.

----------Rook--------------------------------------------------- “Bonsoir, mon cher” a voice spoke behind me, shocking me out of my skin “oop. Sorry i never meant to scare you” rook said “it’s fine just don’t do that again. Anyways what brings you here” i asked “I enjoy visiting the gardens in,the now, Savanaclaw wing. It brings me much nostalgic memories” he smiles “say may I be of aid. I also do enjoy a little garden work” Rook asked “well leona isn't going to do it so might as well. “Parfait! Je vous remercie, mon cher” he replied, kissing my hand before warding off somewhere else. I can never get used to his eccentricness. While planting some new plants that came in i came across something hard.I digged deeper to see something white…my stomach turns praying to anyone that this isen’t what i think it is “i suppose i made that one too shallow” Rook spoke which made me jump, tripping on the water hose making me fall. Rook grabbed that white thing and to my horror. It was a human femur “you know this place was the original garden Vil and i use to bury our victims to sustain the plants. We kinda stolen this from Roi de Fort and his crime schemes” rook said as he examines the bone “Don’t worry. You weren’t buried here. But if you desire it mon cher-” Rook stated as he look down at me “nonononononono. I'm fine. Just put that back i i need to go-” i replied then he laughs “you have that same reaction too~ ma parole, is this what you call daja vu. Not to worry. I’ll finish this from here” Rook reasured as he picks up the shovel and buries back the bone. I left for him to continue hiding that….”how many bodies are even on this property”

------------Vil------------------------------------------ “Vil, are you here” I asked as I entered the wing. Apparently he hasn't been himself lately even got epel concerned. Rook asked me to go have a chat with him. Make him feel better I suppose. “vil.Are you alright” I asked, waiting for some signs. When there was no answer I pulled out the necklace from my shirt and followed the vibrations. This leads me to his room. I knocked “vil. Is something wrong” i asked. The door opened to see vil looking less than himself. His hair all shriveled, eyeliner running down from his eyes overall he looks pitiful. “Is there anything i could do” i asked and he sighed “just….sit down” he said sounding more irritated. Did epel and him get into another argument? I entered his room to see a mess. But I ignored it and sat on the bed. Vil walks to the vanity and starts his nightly routine in silence. “You know. You look like someone i knew” Vil said as he brushed out his hair “you know i feel like this’ll be a common occurrence” i replied which made him smile a little “what were they like” i asked “Schön…” he smiled as he finished up. “What happened to them” I asked “oh, it was an accident…” he replied rather quickly “that’s all you need to know.” he said as he turns off the lights “if you wouldn't mind. Can you stay here tonight? I’ve been having trouble sleeping as of late. Perhaps you can keep me company.afterall you did come here to make me feel better” he asked. I thought about it and nod “nothing funny ok” I replied. He grabs my hand and lays down next to me. I took off my shoes and slept next to him. I was awakened by a shift on the bed. I couldn't open my eyes or even move but all i heard was soft sobs as tears on my chest “i'm sorry... I’m so sorry…” I heard vil say “this won’t happen. Not again” he adds as he holds me tight “I promise.I will obtain that happily ever after you so desire. Things will return to normal….I promise” Vil mumbles more as I feel his grip tighten “I’m not letting you relive that nightmare...Not again…”

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whoistartaglia · 2 years

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halloween activities.

including: zhongli, al haitham, diluc, childe, xiao, kaeya, itto, tighnari.

warnings: mentions of some creepy stuff, gender neutral reader, fluff.

notes: happy almost halloween!

zhongli.

you watch a horror movie together. it was your idea, naturally. zhongli isn’t scared by much; certainly not a fictional horror movie. he doesn’t like them, not really, but he does like how you curl up next to him after you start the movie. how, whenever you suspect something’s bad going to happen or a particularly nasty scene, you bury your face into his chest, waiting for him to tell you, “it’s okay, dear, you can look now.”

just be warned: his tolerance for guts and gore is much higher than yours. on more than one occasion, you looked when he said it would be okay, and no, zhongli—seeing that girl’s head on the side of the road after her brother drove her home was not in your definition of okay.

al haitham.

you go out to dinner. you and al haitham never considered yourselves true halloween fanatics, so you don’t go out partying or stay up waiting for trick-or-treaters (you just leave a bowl out with a “take one” sign that gets mostly ignored). but al haitham insists you at least do something for the holiday, so you suggested fine dining, and it’s been a tradition ever since.

you admit, it’s slightly strange to be walking the city in fine clothes while those around you dawn makeup and costumes galore. but hey, maybe they think you’re also dressed up—hollywood stars, rich arisocrats, famous models, something like that. they wouldn’t think you’d go out to a five star restaurant on a halloween night instead of some bar or party.

your tradition is strange and a little out of place on such a spooky night, but it’s yours, and you wouldn’t rather do anything else.

diluc.

you make him dress up with you. he squabbles and complains and moans and groans like always, but if you had to guess, you think he secretly likes it. even when he broods during the obligatory picture you take, you think you can see the faintest hint of a smile. not that the wine tycoon would ever admit such a thing.

no, no, diluc keeps up his slightly annoyed, slightly exasperated facade (or tries to). but that’s all it is: a facade. he allows you to dress him with whichever costume matches yours. if you go out, people will tell you its the cutest couple costume ever, and also diluc rolls his eyes… why, yes. you do think you detect a blush on his face, his lips trying not to form a smile.

childe.

you bought candy for the children. the sweet little trick-or-treaters that go door to door, politely asking for some candy. you were once one of those children; it’s time you give back. and you do—you even bought a couple of king-sized bars because those were your favorite when you were a kid.

so imagine your surprise when they’re… gone. not in the kitchen, not near the door. then you notice your garbage is filled with wrappers and— is that chocolate smeared on childe’s lips?

“did you— did you eat all of the candy bars?” you ask, slightly horrified at the prospect.

“yeah?” childe replies. “you bought my favorite. i couldn’t not have some.”

“i…” your voice trails off. “i suppose not…” there goes your dream of being that house on the block, the one that gives out full sized candy bars. but then again, maybe you shouldn’t have bought your boyfriend’s favorite candy bars—an all-too tragic mistake and temptation.

xiao.

you wouldn’t call your boyfriend scary… but you cqn see why other people would. xiao can’t help his resting-i’m-unhappy-and-look-kind-of-annoyed face. honestly, it’s not even that bad.

at least to other adults. when some of the trick-or-treaters came knocking and were met with xiao’s unintentional scowl… well. you had some explaining to do to some unhappy parents and frightened children.

xiao felt horrible. you comforted him and told him to smile next time and—

that was somehow worse. another group of frightened children—these ones actually looked like middle schoolers. xiao didn’t try handing out candy after that, and for a couple days, you had to reaffirm his face was not scary, most kids are just wimps.

kaeya.

he’s a menace, an absolute menace, who will try and scare the living daylights out of you for the entire week leading up to halloween. a jumpscare whenever you turn the corner, creepy music playing while you’re just trying to brush your teeth before bed, flickering lights that’s actually pretty obviously kaeya. it doesn’t bother you too much, although you were pretty upset when you spilt some coffee on yourself when kaeya snuck up on you.

but now it was your turn to play some tricks, and what night better than mischief night? there kaeya was, asleep on the couch. you approached, intending to scare him awake and have the final laugh before halloween. you crept nearer, hovering over his sleeping—

kaeya’s eyes popped open and he shouted, “BOO!”, making you stumble backwards, your heart begin racing, your breathing catch. his laugh after is loud, and really, you should have known kaeya always gets the last laugh.

itto.

you party. this is your halloweekend, and you make the most out of every night, with a different costume for each. yes, you and itto spent a long time planning your costumes and which party you’re going to and when and where. it’s a whole thing; you even make a spreadsheet.

you have very little time to recover in the morning before you’re getting ready for the next one. and everyone thinks you’re the best costumed couple there; your costumes and makeup and hair compliment each other’s perfectly. your couple costumes are truly unique, even if they do get a little… messed up during the party. after all, hours of dancing and shouting against the rooftops tends to cause handbands and wings and cosmetics to fall off.

tighnari.

you go to an amusement park. what’s better than being scared for your life at the peak of a rollercoaster, and being scared by the various actors throughout the park? a two for one deal, if you ask tighnari. it was his idea, and you protest it; you quite liked theme parks.

but… those actors were ruthless. sneaking up on you after you got off a rollercoaster, dizzy and a little more than disoriented. taunting you with too-wide smiles as you wait in line for the next one. their grins promise no mirth, only fear, on a ride or off. it’s when you exit the park that you think you’re safe… you get into the car and drive—

was that another masked creep in your rearview? you don’t want to know; you just tell tighnari to floor it.

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 11 months

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Under Orders - Part 4

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Part 1 🔹Part 2🔹Part 3🔹Part 4🔹Part 5

Pairing: Dom!August x reader || Dom!Marshall x reader

Summary: August decides to tease you when your new neighbor comes over to watch the game...

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI, BDSM, D/s dynamic (technically D/s/D), praise kink, (semi-)suspension bondage, p-in-v sex (unprotected, creampie), anal sex (toys, fingering, p-in-a) (f receiving) (unprotected, anal creampie), double penetration (toys), use of pet names/titles (Daddy, Sir, princess, kitten, sweetheart, love, darling and bunny), established polyamorous relationship, very light spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, phone (video) sex, slight humiliation/degradation, slight objectification, bratty behavior, punishment/funishment, also check-ins and aftercare...

A/N: My dear, dear Charlie! I have been thinking about what you said way back in March, and even though my brain was already playing around with an idea for a part 4, I ended up nixing that idea and... well... Going with yours, really, while also making precisely 0 promises because I couldn't really see it yet. Then, I proceeded to struggle with this for 3 months while also teasing you - which I feel is a fair reaction to your bullying 😝 By now, of course, you know me a little, so I'm guessing you already knew this was coming despite my very deliberately not actually telling you. (I'm sorry, I just didn't want to disappoint in case I really couldn't wrap my brain around that combo.)

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Burly, handsome, and retired from the army. It’s a good thing a man like that hadn’t moved in next to some picture perfect, suburban, American dream couple, because that’s how folks like that end up divorced. Instead, he had moved in next door to you and August. Not that you don’t consider what you have ‘perfect’, and God knows there are plenty of pictures, but it’s a far cry from the bland housewife scenario that usually comes with the type of neighborhood you live in. That said, it’s probably for the best you don’t live anywhere that shares any walls with the next house – you can’t imagine the noise complaints you’d get.

The first weeks are quiet; you check him out form a safe distance, you smile and wave, and you don’t go much beyond friendly introductions. His name is Sy – an abbreviation of his last name; he doesn’t use his first name for whatever reason. He was Special Forces, now working personal security somewhere downtown. It doesn’t get much deeper than that. You purposely keep your conversations short, not least of all because you’re scared that you’ll end up flirting with him a little too much if you don’t.

While you’re putting in all this effort to keep your mind out of the gutter, August grins like some kind of lunatic every time he catches you looking a little too long, or glancing over your shoulder a second time when you walk past him, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Until one day, when you pull into the driveway at the same time Sycomes back from his run, and you spend your time shamelessly undressing him with your eyes while August talks to him. It's not a lot of work, he’s just wearing shorts, so you have the added bonus of not having to guess what his chest looks like. He’s big – at least as big as Marshall – and there’s an impressive collection of scars on him that you probably shouldn’t be staring at. Somewhere over the course of that conversation, you hear August suggest that Sy should come over to have a drink and watch the game – an offer he gladly accepts.

“What are you doing?” There’s absolutely no point in pretending; August knows you may just have a tiny little huge crush on this guy, and he’s going to torment you over it.

“Inviting our neighbor over,” August says, raising an eyebrow. It’s a challenge, which is strange, because he hardly ever gives you those. It’s Marshall who doesn’t mind a bit of lip from you every now and then, but August absolutely despises it. It’s one of the reasons that Augusts suggestion to share you with Marshall was a good one – and something that may have actually saved your relationship. “Go get dressed.”

You scoff when he says it. So he wants you all dolled up so he can toy with you all night before he ships you off to Marshall’s place needy and worked up? You’re not surprised: that’s exactly what you’d expect from him. But to do so in front of the new neighbor you barely even know…

“You’re going to punish me over a little…” you can’t bring yourself to say the word ‘crush’ – it sounds juvenile and wrong, even though your being in a relationship with two guys is hardly conventional and feels so right it makes you scared you’ll burst. Is it really so weird that you’re possibly considering three now?

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t notice August as he closes the distance between the two of you. When he grabs your neck, you shriek.

“Upstairs, now.” He’s already had enough of your attitude – and you’re not even giving him any, really. He drags you up the stairs and into the bedroom. The clothes that are laid out on the bed are a surprise; a light dress that shows you off in all the right ways, heels that are just a little over the top for casual drinks at your own house. The underwear is to Marshall’s taste, not his own – but that’s just preparation for later, and definitely something you already saw coming. The dress and shoes mean something else, though: August isn’t trying to torment you, he’s going to be parading you around. And not just for his own pleasure, either, you suspect.

“Do you get it now?” he asks.

“You want to show me off,” you whisper.

“Oh, yes. And not just that,” August says as he pulls you closer until your back is against his chest. His hand moves from the nape of your neck to cover your throat. When he speaks again, his lips brush against your ear, and you moan softly at the sensation. “I’m trying to get my pretty little whore what she wants. Am I still the bad guy?”

“No,” you say softly. Of course that’s met with a tightening grip on your throat. And he’s right: you’re forgetting something. “No, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he growls in your ear as he lets go of you again, fingers still lingering. “It might take some time, though. ‘Do you want to get in on fucking my girlfriend’ isn’t exactly an opening line. Besides; I haven’t decided I can trust this guy yet. Can you be patient, princess?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You can certainly try…

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs softly. “Hands on the wall.”

You do as he tells you, knowing all too well that not listening might land you a sore enough ass that Marshall will actively complain about not being able to touch it tonight. August kicks lightly at your feet, prompting you to spread them.

“I do intend to play with you a little, though.” You savor every drop of the sadistic chuckle behind his voice as he speaks.

There’s a reason August likes to see you in loose skirts like the one you’re wearing, and you’re very sure ‘easy access’ is eighty percent of it. He drags your panties to the side and two fingers slip into your pussy with embarrassing ease.

“God, kitten, you’re so wet already,” he groans. “You’re such a perfect little slut for Daddy.” All you can do is moan while August pulls his fingers out and moves them to your clit. The tight circles he draws around the swollen little pearl make you writhe your hips, leaning into his touch as he keeps rhythm and pressure steady at an intensity that’s just shy of enough to make you come.

“What does my needy baby want?” You silently curse him out for already taking you past being able to use your words. If you want to come, you’re going to have to speak, and he’s making it almost impossible.

“Please make me come, Daddy!” you whine. August is ruthless. He knows exactly how to touch you or what to do to turn you into a screaming, squirming mess in his arms. It’s impossible to hold back your orgasm, and he knows it.

“Do you want to come?” That’s a fucking redundant question. It takes everything you’ve got to choke back the attitude and just tell him ‘yes, Daddy’. “Alright then.” One more flick of his fingers has you crying out his name, and you struggle to stay upright, but he’s there to hold you, thank god. You’re not given a lot of time to come down from your high, because the next thing you know, your hips are dragged back a little as August pulls your underwear down as far as they’ll go.

“Stay put.” You wouldn’t dare to move, honestly. Besides, why would you want to? The nightstand opens and closes, and as soon as August is back behind you, you hear the very familiar sound of the bottle of lube being opened. You’re fairly sure you’d recognize that sound in your sleep by now.

“Are you okay, standing up?” Shit. You thought he was just planning on popping a plug in your ass to torture you a little through drinks with Sy, but he actually wants to go for a round right now? Bastard.

“I’m fine,” you say as you roll your eyes. Not that he can see them, but it’s the thought that counts. Besides: It doesn’t matter what you say you want, August knows better. He’s well aware of the fact that you can’t resist the prospect of anal sex anymore. You’ve been having way too much fun with that!

You hum contently when he works one, then two, then three fingers into your ass.

“Is it just me or did this take way more work in the beginning?” August asks. His voice is surprisingly casual, which makes you laugh. Marshall actually brought up the same thing a few weeks back. They’re not wrong, either. You know what to expect and how to relax now, and it really has become easier.

“I didn’t have a well-rehearsed asshole in the beginning,” you counter. A fierce smack on your behind startles you. The impact leaves your cheek stinging – a sensation you not only happen to love, but happen to crave from time to time.

“Stick that attitude somewhere it won’t bother me, princess,” August says.

“Can’t,” you reply, “got three fingers shoved up there already.”

“Four,” he says casually, but you can tell he’s annoyed. “And that’s all the backtalk I’m going to allow. One more toe out of line, and you won’t be allowed touch that pretty pussy for a week. And by the time I’m taking you to Sir, you’re going to want to, trust me.” That sounds promising. You’re increasingly curious about what he’s got planned for you.

“Sorry, Daddy,” you say softly. He answers with nothing but a soft chuckle before pulling his fingers out of you and replacing them with something you personally consider to be much more fun.

“Oh, God! Yes please!” There’s no way to say that softly. For a moment, you wonder if there’s a better feeling in the world than August sliding his cock into your ass – only to decide shortly after that the only thing that’s better is when he does it again, and again, and again. Since your first adventure taking both August and Marshall at the same time, neither of them seem to be as scared to hurt you anymore, and they’ve only been becoming rougher and rougher with you. It’s fucking amazing, to be honest.

August doesn’t even bother to pretend he’s trying to last. The point of all this, judging from his actions after he pulls his dick out of your ass again, was to leave Marshall a surprise later tonight. It sometimes surprises you how okay your guys are with it when they hand you over with one – or several – loads of cum still inside you. You’ve heard the term ‘free lube’ on several occasions, and while that’s true and a valid point, it also definitely isn’t. It’s preferable to them being thoroughly grossed out about it, though. This wouldn’t work if they were. You’re barely aware of August sliding your favorite plug in place – it’s no wonder; you’re still struggling to stand up on your own and you may or may not be a little cockdrunk.

“Do I have to wear it all night?” you whine. August laughs – a sadistic, cruel sound that drives you mad so quickly you’re afraid you’re actually dripping all over the floor – and drags you up by your hair, only to spin you around and pin you against the wall. He kisses you hard, forcing his tongue against your lips until you yield and let him in. He breaks the kiss as he works a hand between your bodies.

“No, princess. Don’t pretend you hate it, I know you love it when we plug your cute little ass.” His breath is hot on your ear and the tone in his voice makes you shiver with anticipation. He slips his hand between your legs, but where you expect to feel his fingers slide into your pussy, it’s something else. The jerk. “This is going to be far more annoying.”

“D-Daddy? Am I at least allowed to come, please?” The soft buzzing of the remote control vibrator is already driving you nuts. This is going to be hell.

“Yes, but you’ll have to do it quietly.” Quietly? Oh fuck! Sy is coming over. You’d forgotten about that for a moment. A quick round of anal will do that to a person, apparently.

“You’re a sadistic asshole,” you mutter under your breath.

“Do you want to say that to my face, princess?” August asks you as he raises an eyebrow at you. You know that eyebrow – that’s not a good eyebrow.

“No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“That’s what I thought. Get dressed.” And with those words, he disappears.

For a minute, you consider taking the vibrator out, but there’s no way he wouldn’t notice. Also, it’s not as fun. You like being toyed with. You like it when they get you all worked up and dripping wet, and then deny you your pleasure for a little while longer just so they can watch you go completely crazy. You love knowing that there’s always a chance they will decide you haven’t been good enough, and you can’t have what you want. You feel safe knowing that they may be in control, even go as far as taking away your ability to move, see or speak, but they’ll never abuse the power that you give them. You love them.

You finish getting dressed and you’re just admiring yourself in the mirror – August has a sense of style when he isn’t going to work in drab grey suits – when your phone rings. Marshall. Your heart jumps when you see his name on the screen, and you answer immediately.

“Hey! Excited for tonight? Got anything planned?” you ask. It was a pretty last-minute decision to have you spend the weekend at his place, so you figured there must be something going on.

“Not really.” It’s not new that he sounds tired – Marshall always sounds tired, and probably has since kindergarten – but his voice is unusually flat, which has you worried. August hasn’t said anything about any trouble, so it’s either something he doesn’t know about, or something he decided not to tell you.

“Baby, are you ok-aah!” You silently curse August for turning up the heat on the vibrations. Fuck, it feels good, but if this is any indication of what he’ll put you through when Sy gets here, you’re in for a rough ride.

“Darling? Is something wrong?” Marshall sounds concerned, which isn’t surprising, because you just screeched in his ear for no apparent reason, but it’s still not quite necessary. You tell him as much, but he doesn’t believe you. “Can I see you?”

Oh, sure thing, he can see you! It’s moments like these when the attitude you can’t give August bubbles up. The thought of making Marshall look forward to tonight maybe a little bit more excites you more than you could ever describe. You turn your camera on after letting yourself fall on the bed, waving your feet in the air behind you, hoping he’ll be able to see your shoes. Both of your men like you in heels – and not just because they make your ass look good.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Marshall asks. You’re fairly sure he can tell you’re turned on.

“I’m perfectly fi-oh. Dammit, August.” That tells him everything he needs to know, and he starts laughing.

“Do I need to remind you that you got him that toy for his birthday?” No, he doesn’t need to remind you of that, actually, you were perfectly well on your way cussing yourself out for that one. Big mistake. Delicious, perverted, perfect, huge mistake.

“This wasn’t about me; what’s up?” You ask, stifling the moans that August is causing by playing around with the settings of the vibrator.

“Fuck, if you keep moaning like that, you know what will be up.” He groans. His voice is so warm and deep – and you have such a thing for that kind of voice – that any moan, groan, grunt or growl coming from this man is automatically a wildly erotic noise. That’s something you don’t want to be thinking about right now – you’re having a tough enough time as it is. “Tough case, wrapped it up yesterday. That’s why I asked you to come over. I need some quality time with my girl.” You whine, both because of August’s never-ending shenanigans, and because that’s the sweetest thing you’ve heard in a while.

“And how are we going to spend that quality time?” you ask coyly. It’s not that there’s a wrong or a right answer to this question, it’s just that you want something to look forward to tonight. A happy place to go to when August tries to get you to make lewd as fuck sounds in front of the neighbor you’ve barely even talked to. “I was planning on takeout and a movie,” Marshall says, “but it seems August plans on handing you over to me all hot and bothered. It would be a shame to waste that.”

“Any suggestions?” You tilt your phone a bit to bring your cleavage into view. Since you’re laying on your stomach, resting on your elbows, your chest looks amazing – it would just be wrong to deny him the visual. You choke back a chuckle when you see Marshall lick his lips.

“I somehow finally got around to installing a hard point in the bedroom that we can play around with?” You’d been talking about it for a few weeks, and with every conversation, the thought of having all those extra options became more alluring. There may or may not have been some talk of suspension, even, and you would be the first to admit that the idea alone turns you on big time.

“Movie night or bondage,” you say, laughing softly, “that’s a seriously tough choice, though.”

“I say bondage first, movies after, is that an alright compromise?” Alright compromise? Puh-lease! That sounds like the perfect night! Marshall can’t help but laugh when you tell him that. “Good, love. I can’t wait to see you.”

“You don’t have to wait,” you say coyly as you angle your phone to give him an even better look at your cleavage.

“Oh, shit, not saying no to that.” Of course he wouldn’t. He’s probably already worked up from knowing you’re being played with right now.

“Want to watch me come for you?” It’s a redundant question. You know it, Marshall knows it, but he still pretends to think about his answer for a moment. You stick out your tongue, which makes him laugh – as always.

“Careful, you little brat, or I’ll leave you tied to the ceiling all night. No movies for you.” It’s an empty threat, you can tell from the sound of his voice and the terrible wink he throws your way. Without thinking much, you move to sit in front of the mirror on the closet door, leaning back against the bed. You change the camera and show Marshall where you’re sitting.

“Tell me everything you’re going to do to me tonight.”

You make sure to give Marshall a nice show while he talks about several exciting ways to tie you up in excruciating detail. To say that a part of you wishes you were with him already is a massive understatement – all of you wants to be wrapped in his arms and in his ropes right now. After some time, you notice something strange; the vibrations of the toy are suspiciously helpful in your race towards what you know is going to be a fantastic orgasm. It’s the ‘come for me, baby’ from Marshall that pulls you over the edge, breaking you apart into a million pieces until you’re a trembling mess on the floor.

“That was lovely, princess.” August. Of course he was watching you. That makes a whole lot of sense. Did he overhear as he walked by the room? Was he looking for you? The dirty grin on Marshall’s face tells you everything you need to know.

“Thanks for letting me know what she was up to,” August says to Marshall as he sits by your side and kisses your cheek. “Would have hated to miss out on that.”

“Why do you two always have to be in cahoots?” You roll your eyes. “In the beginning you were so hell-bent on annoying each other, what happened?”

“We learned to share,” Marshall says. “I’m going to get some things set up for tonight, darling. I’ll see you soon.”

Marshall hangs up the phone without waiting for your answer, and August doesn’t even wait for you to put it down before he presses his lips to your neck.

“You looked so pretty, sweetheart,” he groans against your skin in between soft kisses and licks. His arm moves in that unmistakable way, and you can hear the tension in his voice.

“Did you enjoy the show, Daddy?” you tease. You know him so well by now, that a few strategically placed kisses on his neck have him on edge. He was probably already close when he was watching you, which honestly turns you on more than you can say.

“I really did, princess,” August replies. “Spread your legs for me, baby. Show me your pretty little pussy.”

You do as he tells you – what else is new – and you enjoy the way he kisses you hard as he gets between your legs. He pushes your dress up further and uses one hand to push your panties to the side, slapping your wrist when you try to help him. You can tell he’s close from the ragged breaths and the low growl that tumble through his chest. At the same time, attitude and mischief bubble up inside you, and you’re speaking before thinking once again.

“Come for me, Daddy,” you taunt right as August topples over the edge of release, coating your pussy with cum. He doesn’t say anything, but the look on his face either means you’ll regret saying that, or you won’t. Which would be a terrible thing to have to figure out, if it wasn’t so goddamn exciting.

August pulls your panties back in place, the mostly mesh material already soaked from your earlier endeavors, and runs his fingers over the thin material for good measure.

You’re a mess. You’re exactly where he wanted you; horny, close to the point of overstimulation, with your pussy covered in cum. It’s almost becoming a seal of approval for August – the first time you met Marshall, you weren’t even wearing panties and August’s cum was dripping down your legs. There was no time to clean that up then, exactly as he'd planned, and there is no time for that now, either, because the doorbell rings.

August watches Sy like a hawk the whole time he’s over, but he’s nothing short of a perfect gentleman with you – and you’re really trying your best, bending over to put down drinks, flirtatious smiles, playing with your hair. You know you’re laying it on thick, but you just can’t seem to help yourself. He’s so handsome and you’re painfully attracted to him! Of course, the fact that you went into this dripping wet and drenched in cum doesn’t help you behave at all. August has to keep himself from laughing on occasion, he thinks the way you’re throwing yourself at your neighbor is very funny. He’s going easier on the vibrator than you had expected. It’s off most of the time, but the idea that it might turn on at any moment is both exciting and nerve-wracking. Every time August takes out his phone, you clench your thighs in anticipation. August has trouble keeping his face in check whenever he sees it, but Sy seems to be none the wiser.

You listen to the guys talking about the game, sports, work, and whatever other neighborly pleasantry can be expected of a regular evening like this – nothing about the crazy threesome you had with both of your boyfriends on the exact couch Sy and August are sitting on right now, for instance. God, why did you have to think about that? Every bit of your brain is becoming increasingly preoccupied with the mess between your legs, your walls clamp down on the toy inside of you, and you’re having trouble controlling your breathing.

“You know what, this was fun, but I’ll leave you guys to your game and just drive to Marshall myself.” Point to August. He’ll never let you live that down…

“That bad, huh?” Marshall says when he opens the door for you.

“Horrible!” you shriek as you drop your coat and stomp into the kitchen.

“Excuse me? Come back here and pick that up, please?” Dammit! Over the past few weeks, Marshall has really been taking a page out of August’s playbook, and you don’t like it at all. You know their motives are different. August gets off on controlling you, Marshall likes to give you the opportunity to be a brat so he can tie you up and spank you. No matter the reason, it’s annoying as fuck right now. Ironically, you don’t feel like lashing out at him today, so you listen. Marshall can’t help but grab your hips and grind into you when you bend down to pick your coat off the floor – and who can blame him? He just loves your ass. August does too. In fact, you’re fairly sure you’ve seen Sy sneak the occasional peek at your behind when he was over – although that was the full extent of his expressing any interest. You put your coat where it belongs and turn around.

“I was promised bondage and movies, what are we still doing here?” You can’t wait until Marshall undresses you and finds the mess August left for him.

“Impatient,” Marshall laughs, “I like it.” Looks like you’re not getting harsh and demanding Marshall tonight, despite the stressful case he’s been through. One hand reaches around and spanks your ass forcefully, but his eyes are smiling. You know exactly what he’s going to do next: grab your butt cheek and pull you in – and lo and behold.

“Let’s get upstairs!”

Marshall throws you around like you’re a rag doll. That’s okay, he has all these big muscles, he better put them to good use, right? You’re over his shoulder in no time, and he carries you up the stairs like you don’t weigh a thing, and your favorite part is yet to come. When your back hits the mattress, you squeal. Marshall always lets you struggle just enough to let you work some of that attitude out, but you know perfectly well that you’re absolutely powerless. He presses a series of kisses to your neck as he pulls up your dress, pausing briefly to rip it over your head and toss it aside.

“Do I thank you or August?” he asks as he takes in the sight of you in the lingerie August picked out.

“August,” you reply. Marshall smiles approvingly. Now that you’re not being toyed with constantly, and the overstimulation that August subjected you to has faded a little, you feel a little more of that need to misbehave…

“It’s almost too pretty to take it off, love.” He holds out a hand to you, which you happily take. You gasp when he suddenly pulls you off the bed, and pushes you down to your knees again in the middle of the bedroom. “Now, we can do one of two things. Option one: we turn this into a practice session. Option two: we play. I’m testing that hard point either way, you’ll get tied up either way. The question is: how badly do you want my cock inside of you?”

His words take your breath away. It feels a little silly, but you love it when they give you options. It doesn’t have to be a hard choice, but it’s nice when they let you know you have a say in things occasionally. This time, the choice is ridiculously easy: play.

“Have you made your choice, darling?”

“Yes, Sir,” you say, much more confident now than you know you’ll be in half an hour or so.

“Perfect,” Marshall chuckles as he opens one of the drawers underneath his bed and grabs the things he needs. He gets to work immediately, which tells you he’s more than happy with the choice you made. While he gets a few more things ready to – finally – tie you to his ceiling, he tells you to strip. You want to listen, really, you do, so for the first half of the exercise, you’re a good girl, and you take off the longline bra you were wearing without complaining. Now… Your panties…

“What seems to be the problem, sweetheart?” Those are the words that come out of his mouth. The sigh that follows, however, tells you something more along the lines of: ‘What did he do now?’ His hands roughly grasp the flimsy elastic of your underwear and pull them down your legs. As soon as they’re gone, Marshall grabs your knees and pushes them apart.

“Fuck me,” he mutters under his breath when he sees you. Then his eyes settle on you: “Knees. Now.” You scramble to get on your knees, eager to obey his order and admittedly also a bit scared of the sudden change in his behavior. He works as quickly as he can without making concessions to safety. From the sound of his breath, you can tell that he’s using every last sliver of restraint he has to still make good on his promise to tie you up – and to adhere to the plan he had clearly made in advance, because this goes way too smooth to be improvisation.

Before you know it, your shoulder is on the floor, your hands are tied behind your back, and one of your legs is tied as far towards your shoulder as you can handle. The other leg is frog tied and up in the air. Marshall admires his handiwork for a moment – and you’re fairly sure he’s taking pictures of it to send to August, as well – before getting on his knees next to you.

“He ruined you,” he says appreciatively as he gently lets his hand glide over your ass. When his fingers brush past the base of the plug, you shiver.

“Can you take the toys out, please, Sir?” you ask in a small voice. It’s been a few hours since August put them in, and they’re starting to bother you. You sigh in relief when Marshall first pulls the bullet vibe out of you, and then gently removes the butt plug.

“Another one?” He says as he watches August’s cum drip out of your ass. “Daddy really made a mess of you, huh, darling?”

“Yes, Sir,” you answer quietly. Marshall pushes two fingers into your pussy and rolls his thumb over your clit, making you moan and squirm against your restraints.

“Did he fuck this cute, wet pussy?”

“No, Sir, just my ass,” you answer. The sound of Marshall undoing his belt and zipper makes you tremble in anticipation.

“Then how do you explain this messy little cunt, love?” A third finger slips in without any issues, but when he adds the fourth you start to feel a little bit of a stretch. Apparently, you don’t answer him quickly enough for his tastes. “Baby? I want an answer, come on.”

“Daddy came all over my pussy after we hung up the phone,” you mumble. Judging from the way Marshall laughs, he’s not surprised at all. The tip of his cock slides through your soaking wet folds, making you moan and bite your lip.

“Sweetheart, listen to me,” Marshall says, halting his movements as soon as he realizes it’s either ‘moan uncontrollably as a way of begging him to shove his dick into you’ or ‘listen to what he has to say’, which means he will have to make a small sacrifice for now. “I need you to let me know when you’re uncomfortable.” He explains his concern for your shoulders and neck, and promises to take things easy. You whine when he says the words. The last thing you want is for him to be gentle with you today, not after all August’s teasing, and part of you desperately wants to beg him to rail you until you can’t see straight – but you don’t.

As soon as he pushes into you, you’re glad you didn’t. The way he moans tells you exactly how much he needs this. Needs you, but everything surrounding you as well. To be handed a dripping mess by August, to fight you a little, tie you up… and finally to treat you the way he believes you deserve to be treated: with respect, love and – from time to time - tenderness. He’s not going to last, but it doesn’t matter. It’s not like this breaks a half year long dry spell or anything. In fact, it doesn’t even break a three hour dry spell. You can feel the tension and frustration from the past weeks as he finally lets it all out in his final, brutal thrusts as he fucks his load deep into your pussy. When he pulls out, an image flashes in your mind. The image of Sy waiting in line to take his turn on your already ravaged holes…

The fantasy occupies every corner of your mind so thoroughly that you barely register the changing tension on the ropes around your limbs and torso as Marshall unties you. It isn’t until he’s completely done that you finally become aware of your surroundings again. For a moment, you expect him to lift you off the floor and carry you to the bed or the bathroom, as he has done countless times before, but he doesn’t. Instead, he joins you on the floor, curling up behind you as he pulls you into his arms.

“Perfect little bunny,” he muses as he nuzzles your neck and squeezes you tight before starting to gently massage the rope marks on your skin. Eventually, he does pick you up, and drags you into the shower with him. You haven’t needed your ‘private bathroom minute’ for a while now. Would adding Sy to the mix change something about that familiarity? You can’t deny your crush, but is it really worth risking all of this for… him?

“You’re not risking anything, love,” Marshall says. Either your thoughts are immediately obvious when looking at you, or you’ve said something out loud. Either way, you’re embarrassed enough about the fact that you are even thinking about another man while you’re letting Marshall take care of you. Now you’re going to have an actual conversation about it. “August told me weeks ago. We’ve talked this through, and… we’re happy to let you sort out your feelings if he’s on board with that, too.”

“And if he’s not?” you ask, but you already know the answer: You don’t want him if he’s not.

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