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Third Wheel: Part Two

Mark isn’t sure what’s worse, the thirteen hour drive to the beach where he watched you get railed by his best friend in the backseat, or the five days he’s gonna be spending there knowing he is expected to watch—or join, whichever.

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WORDCOUNT―13.7k

PAIRING― haechan x afab reader x mark

CONTENT― vacation setting, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, jealousy (both haechan & mark), implications of a budding poly relationship, there’s a lot of dialogue to depict character development regarding the whole inviting mark thing.

WARNINGS― haechan is a little touchy with mark, if you don’t like it, sounds like a you problem.

NOTE― i reached 3k followers so here is ur present. the present was proofread by @domjaehyun, we love her for putting up with my shit :D. this is not a stand alone fic, please read the first part if you havent!

smut tags under cut::

smut tags― borderline infidelity (haechan is into but doesn’t wanna admit it), finger fucking, neglected cock syndrome, hair pulling, haechan teaches mark how to fuck his girl, haechan basically moves mark like a puppet, cum stuffing, humiliation/degradation, double vaginal penetration

What Mark feels for the remainder of that drive was unexplainable. Looking at you through the mirror, Haechan next to you, it felt for lack of a better word, different. Sure, he’s walked in on the two of you before, and watched for a little too long too but, this was different. He personally saw Haechan stuff you full and not only that but he saw your face as it happened. You spoke for him, to him, and he didn’t even get his ass kicked by Haechan after the fact.

The feelings in his head swirl around like a forming tornado threatening to touch down and cause him to lose all sanity. Five days with you two locked in this beach house with nothing but freedom at your feet. Worse, even when the three of you go home, he’s just locked in a different space with the two of you until he gets back on his feet. Mark isn’t even sure if he wants to leave now. On one hand, he wants to start running just to get away from the overwhelming embarrassment, on the other, he thinks he might like it. He thinks the two of you might like him being around to see too.

“Is this going to be a normal thing?” Mark remembers asking Haechan inside of the bathroom at the gas station. What was Haechan’s response? “Maybe, if you keep wanting to catch us.”

What to do, what to do, with a lust so hungry Mark feels like it’s eating him from the inside out? Catch you on purpose? Stalk your private moments with his best friend just to get another taste of that bliss just out of reach? Not even a taste actually.

Haechan drags his feet as he carries your bags along with his. He’s acting normal despite his constant groaning about how his legs hurt after certain endeavors on top of the thirteen-hour car ride. You stay close to him, attempting to snatch a few bags so that he would at least stop crying about the very deed he wanted to do during the ride.

Mark stays behind, quietly carrying in his things and avoiding the cracks on the sidewalk so as to not scratch his new suitcase set. One headphone in, he barely hears the two of you as he opts to try and escape the madness outside of the audio in his ear. That is, until he gets inside the beach house.

“Okay so, hear me out–” Haechan smiles at Mark, stepping in front of him as he tries to pass. “Listen, Mark. Just,” Haechan puts his hands out in front of him, stepping both left and right to continuously block Mark’s path.

“There’s only one bedroom.” You announce, breaking Haechan’s plan of trying to convince Mark that it would be a sick idea for him to watch more.

Haechan did know. Of course, he fucking knew, he’s the one who booked the place. You didn’t know, but he knew you’d play along anyway. Given, Haechan hadn’t completely planned the whole car thing so it’s kind of awkward now. Despite always wanting to be caught, watched, and envied, Haechan really didn’t think past the idea of causing Mark inner turmoil with this rental.

“S’cool. I’ll take the couch.” Mark waves off, dropping his bags and looking around the space.

Your eyes drop before Haechan’s do.

“Wait, no,” Haechan groans out, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, you can still sleep in there with us. There’s two beds.”

Two beds. So it was intentional to put Mark in a position he couldn’t resist, huh?

“Look, the idea was to invite you to watch. Surely you’ve caught on to everything by now, right?” Haechan looks at Mark with an apologetic stare. “It’s kind of awkward now inviting you, but I thought you’d be happy to take us up on the offer, especially after our little talk…”

Mark looks to the floor with tinted red flushing over his cheeks.

“You really couldn’t just wait to get here first before sitting him down and discussing?” You ask, scolding your boyfriend despite the fact that you played at least fifty percent into his on-the-fly plan on the ride over here.

“You looked hot and he was tired.” Haechan states the obvious.

Mark is just standing there trying his best not to let his mouth fall open. Haechan really wanted to propose that he should just watch? Nothing else? Just fucking watch? Ka-ching. It’s little to grasp at, but Mark’s gonna take it. After seeing everything and hearing you, why wouldn’t he? His best friend is practically giving him the ability to watch you be pleasured.

“Okay,” Mark stops both of you from bickering. “Let’s discuss it now then.” He adds, averting his eyes from both you and your boyfriend to avoid showing how much interest he actually has in this little vacation plan.

After a long and drawn out discussion, rules were set into place. Rule number one, Mark cannot touch you under any circumstance. You were quick to side eye your boyfriend’s best friend during that moment, noting the disappointed look that washed across his face. Rule number two, Mark can request things he wants to see, but if either you or Haechan are uncomfortable with it, the request can be ignored. Rule number three, you can talk to Mark while it happens and he can talk back, but Haechan will humiliate him the whole time if he feels like it.

Mark didn’t falter at any of the rules except for the first one, mostly because it’s going to be hard to not want to touch you. He assumes that’s part of the fun for Haechan though. He feels embarrassed accepting the terms, awkward as he places his bags in the shared room the three of you will be sleeping in, and restless at the way reality hits him. You, his best friend’s girlfriend, want him to see. You want him to get off to you.

He feels a bit shameful about it. After all, Haechan has been his best friend for fucking years at this point and he’s a little unnerved that none of this is making him feel as weird as it should be. Should Mark really be excited about watching his best friend fuck his girlfriend? Probably not, but he is, and he just assumes this is another ‘weird’ thing he likes to add to his list.

“Hey–” Haechan nods his head towards Mark as you walk out of the room for a shower. You did your best to clean up at the gas station too but, to be fair, the bathroom was just as dirty and cum-covered as you were, probably.

“Yeah?” Mark looks over at him, unzipping his suitcase and pulling out a change of clothes. Mostly so he can hop in the shower after you’re done.

“You sure you’re cool with this? I know I kind of did a lot of this intentionally, but really, if you’re uncomfortable I’d rather you just tell us–”

“No!” Mark argues at an embarrassingly desperate pitch. “I mean, no.” He corrects himself as he digs for his toiletries.

“That’s what I thought,” Haechan smiles knowingly at him, internally writing a list of things he can do to torture Mark, a list specifically made to cause envy and probably resentment.

“So, like,” Mark swallows, still unsure of his footing in this situation. “When will it happen again?”

Haechan actually laughs at him this time.

“Oh, you thought–” He shakes his head and goes to take off his shirt. “No, no. Mark. You’re still gonna have to catch us to watch.” He explains, throwing his shirt on the presumed “cuck chair” in the room. (Because most places have that, just so you know.)

“Wait, what?” Mark is confused. They want him to watch, but they’re still going to make him go through the embarrassment of catching them?

“That’s the fun part of it for me,” Haechan tries to clear it up. “I like the surprise of someone seeing. I like the reactions. It’s exciting,” He continues, now stopping to really look at Mark. “Looks like you enjoy watching, so–”

Mark nods slightly, tilting his head with a furrowed brow. “For the record, I’ve never been into this kind of thing. You kind of made it hard not to see things.”

“I know.” Haechan laughs. “Gotta get creative on weeknights when there's no parties going on.”

“You do it at parties? Like just right there in public?”

Haechan nods with a smug smile.

“A lot of people don’t even notice, but the ones that do–” Haechan’s eyes nearly light up. “They basically watch. They don’t even pretend to look away.”

Mark feels a little bit flushed at the idea of attending a party with the two of you. He couldn’t imagine being put in a situation where he, along with several others, get to watch you orgasm.

“She likes that?” Mark asks, a little shocked.

“I mean, she gets really into it but I can admit that she seems to like when you watch a lot more.” Haechan glares for a second. “Which again, kind of pisses me off.”

Mark waves him off, trying to act nonchalant about it.

“I hope you know that this is more of a trial run, Mark. If she gets bored of you, she probably won’t be as into it later.”

Okay, ouch. Fair, though. Mark would never stick around if it’s not something you want. He can already sense that Haechan didn’t want it this way either. Maybe Mark watching was exciting, but he does sense a bit of tenseness in the air each time Haechan brings up how you lusted over him so blatantly in the car.

“And if she doesn’t get bored?” Mark counters and Haechan kind of takes internal offense to it. Passive aggressively chuckling towards him.

“Oh, she will.” Haechan says as a way to assure himself rather than answering Mark. “I’m the only person she doesn’t get bored of.”

Mark, for some reason, takes that as a challenge. He might be the one getting the short end of the stick here, but the only reason he’s getting a stick at all is because of you. Regardless of if Haechan wanted him to watch, surely he never wanted you to like it as much as you did.

Well, competition is one way to put it. Haechan resents himself forever even trying to get Mark all flustered. He did it because he wanted to be watched, but he also wanted Mark to be fucking jealous. How the hell is he supposed to be jealous when you, his own girlfriend, got entirely too wet for another man while he was buried into you?

Playing it as cool as he can, Haechan is still excited, just a little less now that he knows he’s going to have to fight for your attention. Those set rules? Between you and Haechan, neither of you had to actually follow those rules. Mark can do what he wants at your discretion, but it’s not like Haechan is gonna just tell him that. He was shocked that you pressed to let Mark join just one time. His whole fantasy is about being watched during a private act, not inviting someone to actively play a part in it. Nevertheless, he granted you a small nod when you suggested it, sternly letting out a small “just this once.”

Sure, he’s the one who fucked you in the car and he’s the one who told you to talk to Mark but, it’s not like he expected the outcome that came from it. It was a moment of lust where he thought it would be hot to see you unable to speak because you’re being fucked– but no. You were speaking to Mark and riding him harder because of whatever the fuck was going on up in that front seat.

Naturally, your boyfriend has that mischievous little glint in his eye when you return from the shower and Mark opts to steal the shower before Haechan can.

“You are aware that you’re getting more out of this than I am, right?” Haechan laughs, pulling you from your stance and flopping you down onto the bed. “I just wanted him to be jealous, you’re ruining my fantasy.”

You smile at him with the same mischievous little glint.

“And you’re an amazing boyfriend for letting me try something new,” You praise, kissing the tip of his nose when he crawls on top of you. “I’m sorry that it’s hot knowing two guys want me this badly.”

Haechan sighs, dropping his face to your neck. Of course, you’d be into that. His thing is people being jealous of what he gets and your thing just has to be the idea of being wanted. It fits a little too well.

“Bet you weren’t even planning to put anything on for bed tonight, were you?” He laughs with a groan, cursing how willing he is to let you have whatever you want despite not wanting to give Mark what he wants.

“Bingo,” You smile evilly, pulling away from Haechan so you can see his face. “Plus, it’s hot seeing you get all possessive. That’s new, even for you.”

Haechan once again sighs with a groan.

“Promise you won’t like, up and leave me for my best friend?”

Realizing there’s a bit of truth behind his concerns, you stiffen a bit.

“You know I wouldn’t do that. Just because he’s hot doesn’t mean he can pleasure me better, or treat me better.”

Finally, a genuine smile breaks across his face and it makes you feel warm.

“Do you wanna play a little tonight?” He offers, wiggling on top of you with a newfound desire over the fact that you always know how to silence even the slightest of insecurity he feels.

“After everything from the ride over? I’m tired,” You admit with an embarrassingly cringey pout.

“I’m not tired yet. Just let me do the work, you can just rest–” He tries to convince you and it works, much like it always does.

Haechan was doing this specifically for you. It’s not like he always needs to be seen when the two of you are intimate. It is nice sometimes seeing you act real for him. Seeing your underwhelming and soft reactions to whatever he’s doing because you both know that you’re not putting on a show. He can admit to loving the way you still moan for him despite knowing nobody but him can hear it.

Even knowing Mark will be in the bed next to yours at any moment, you think Haechan can get away with whatever he wants to do privately. And for the most part, he does. At least, at first he does.

Lying on your back with a leg thrown over Haechan’s lower half as his fingers trace lazy circles against your bare skin, you knew his fingers were going lower and lower, but it was relaxing even as your eyes fight to stay open. When Mark comes back into the room, hair still dripping a bit at his failure to dry it properly, you don’t move or react outside of looking at him.

“Hey, you ready to hit the sack?” Haechan calls out, fingers moving lower on your stomach and landing just above where your panties would sit if you were wearing any under this robe.

“Yeah. Water ran cold though, might wanna wait a little bit before you shower, Sorry.” Mark admits with shame, not making eye contact with either of you as he flops himself onto his bed. He’s wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, which is something you’ve seen him wear time and time again at home, but man, why does it look so hot now?

Haechan laughs, kind of like an ‘of course there's no hot water for me’ laugh, but he doesn’t mind, if anything, he’s having fun lulling you to sleep with a gentle finger fuck session behind Mark’s back.

The room goes silent save for the television that Haechan flips to some random reality show. You’re still focused on his fingers, more gentle than he normally would be. Still, it’s probably just because, for once, he doesn’t want Mark to know what’s happening.

When your boyfriend’s fingers finally make their way to your clit, it’s not shocking that you’re already wet. Your breathing is still even, and it feels good to be touched right now. You turn your head only slightly to look at Mark. He’s so endearing to look at. Never once have you seen him preparing himself for sleep. For some reason, it feels intimate seeing his bedtime rituals.

With one hand scratching against his hair, he’s on his side and practically hugging his pillow against his head as he fixes his eyes on the television. You can see how heavy his eyes are. He was already tired when he first started his shift of driving, and the back seat doesn’t offer much in terms of a nap. You imagine if he knew what Haechan was doing, he wouldn’t have the energy to participate anyway.

You, though, are feeling a little bit more awake since your clit is being beautifully stimulated by your boyfriend. Mark’s supposed to be watching you with this little deal, but there were no rules that you couldn’t watch him and fantasize, right?

Haechan is a little shocked when you hold his hand in place and turn to face Mark. You close your eyes at first, mostly so it still looks like you’re about to sleep, but you press Haechan’s fingers a bit lower, urging him to penetrate you with them.

He, like the amazing boyfriend he is, follows suit. He turns on his side behind you and spoons you, adjusting his position so that he can swoop his hand under your ass and between your legs in order to do just as you asked of him.

This goes smoothly for a few minutes, with his fingers gently and silently plunging in and out of you. Honestly, Haechan is too good with his fingers. He’s being too quiet compared to normal, again, because of Mark. You know you shouldn’t be including him right now, but you are, even if secretly.

A breath falls from your lips when Haechan rubs his fingers against a particularly sensitive spot inside of you, sending a wave of warmth down your body and dripping out against his fingers.

“Feels good?” He whispers against your ear, noting the way your breathing is a bit more audible.

You let out a small groan in response, very small. Just loud enough for Mark to fix his eyes on you to find you blatantly staring back at him.

You smile at him and press your ass back against Haechan just a bit, and he’s quick to move his fingers a bit quicker inside of you.

Mark just looks at you, processing that it’s already happening again.

The summer air is salty but all too grounding for Mark as he sits on his towel and watches the way you and Haechan appear to be as comfortable as ever wrestling on the shore of the sea. Even after last night, part of him wonders what actually happened but he isn’t sure if he’s allowed to ask. Not only did you look at him as you hit your climax, but Mark was made aware that he needed to be silent in watching you due to your finger coming up to your mouth in a shushing action.

His eyes darted to Haechan when you did that but he appeared to be a great actor as he watched the tv with his head tucked between your shoulder and neck, fingers plunging in and out of you casually. Even when Mark gently fucked his own fist, staring directly back at you, he realized that this shared moment with you was something Haechan wasn’t aware of. It blurs the lines a bit of what is okay and what isn’t, but the rule is that Mark can watch if he catches the act. He guesses you’re the one breaking rules.

Even now, as he processes this newfound sexual adventure in his head, he’s fond of the relationship Haechan has with you. Incredibly jealous, of course, but also just– Mark wants what Haechan has. He wouldn’t share you, he wouldn’t want people to see him pleasure you, and he certainly wouldn’t want Haechan’s cock to make an appearance at any point during his relationship with you, but you’re not his. Still, the two of you seem to enjoy this kind of thing, and the fact that Mark appears to be the chosen third to take part makes him feel warm. Despite his jealousy, he respects the relationship you have with his best friend for the most part. There’s still that selfishness inside him though, the thought of being able to be between your legs rather than just a person to look at across the room? It drives him insane. Haechan gets to flaunt you, make you feel good, and make you moan but, Mark is very aware that he got all of your attention the night before, even if it wasn’t his own fingers doing it to you. He got your attention in the car too, to the point of Haechan showing his own jealousy.

Again, there’s a thin line between what he’s allowed to do and infidelity. If you ask him to do anything though, he’s going to do it. He’s going to be what you want or need at any given moment simply because he’s a single man forced to live with his extremely sexually adventurous friends, and you happen to be incredibly fucking arousing to him. Haechan kind of did it to himself. Never would Mark have fantasized about you like this if it weren’t for the fact that Haechan desperately wants people to see his cock inside of you.

“Hey!” You shout from the shore, pulling Mark out of his thoughts.

He waves back to you and then glances at Haechan who has a huge smile on his face. Mark watches as you struggle to leave the water, the weight of the waves pushing and pulling you as you look at him. He stands to his feet, kicking off some of the sand on his legs, and makes his way towards you as well, meeting you in the middle.

“I’m gonna have a snack, go waterboard my boyfriend.” You joke when you stop in front of him.

“There’s chips in my bag if you want any,” Mark waves you off, realizing how normal the communication is between the two of you. In the silence, the communication is somehow more intimate.

When Mark makes his way down to the water, straight up to his best friend, for some reason he still feels like he’s walking on eggshells with all of this. Not with you, because you clearly know what you want. Haechan, on the other hand, shows that he’s annoyed over his plan becoming more of a pleasure for everyone but him.

“You’re not hungry?” Mark asks, dipping himself lower into the water and shivering at the ocean breeze.

“Nah, we’re finally here. I’m staying in the water ‘til I’m forced to leave.”

“Ah, good plan.” Mark confirms, allowing himself to float back a bit with the waves.

“Are we okay?” Haechan suddenly asks, standing to his feet and looking down at him. “You really are allowed to decline this offer. I'm even a little nervous about it now.”

Mark squints his eyes open towards Haechan, the sun blinding him more than his best friend usually would.

“It’s a little weird but I like trying new things. I’m not trying to disrespect you by accepting.”

Haechan sighs in relief.

“I know. If it’s gonna be anyone, I'd rather it be you.” He laughs with a sigh. “Still would rather her focus on me but I guess I kind of owe her this.”

Mark adjusts himself back to his feet, tilting his head at Haechan.

“Oh yeah?”

“I mean, it’s not like she was into the whole being watched thing until I told her I wanted to try it.” Haechan looks up into the sky, feeling the sun warm his face. “I liked it more than she did, but she came around, I never forced it or anything.” He breathes in the air and sinks lower into the water. “I think she did it to please me but she started getting really into it after a few times.”

“She’s definitely something–” Mark starts, glancing at your figure flopping back on the sand and sinking your hand into a bag of chips.

“Yeah, and I guess it’s my turn to let her try the things she’s curious about.” He laughs. “Even though it’s my fault and it involves my best friend. I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that neither of you would do anything behind my back.”

Damn.

“Um, yeah.” Mark looks away for a moment. He knows he is famously awful at lying.

Haechan looks at Mark knowingly.

“Like, without me in the room at least,” He smiles, winking at Mark once before throwing a splash at him. “because I know what you guys did last night.”

Mark goes silent, wiping the salt water from his eyes and looking at Haechan apologetically.

“Relax, she told me while you were up there sulking. Said something about the danger of me finding out or something got her going.” Haechan reassures, explaining away any explanation of Mark himself being the reason for it. “I get it. You guys really had me fooled.” He laughs this time.

“Should I like, have not watched?” Mark asks awkwardly, looking away from Haechan and floating back a bit.

“Nah, just give her what she wants. She’s gonna tell me regardless so let’s just try to have fun with this okay? If any of us are having issues, speak up.” Haechan glares for a moment. “Because you know damn well I’ll put a stop to all of it if it goes too far.”

Mark nods, a small smile creeping up on his face.

“What happens at the beach, stays at the beach.”

“God, I hope. I’m not moving you into our room at home.” Haechan laughs, feeling a little better about it.

A very sexually active trip indeed. Mark could sense the tension in the air by the time all of you return to the beach house. Even through dinner, he sensed both you and Haechan staring at him in very different ways. Even though talking made Haechan feel better, he’s still possessive over you and you seem to like it a lot. So, he might be playing it up a bit for your sake.

You are quite literally eye-fucking Mark, and Haechan’s eyes are basically demanding him to keep his cock under lock and key. It’s weirdly erotic, and insanely confusing, but he knows Haechan will speak up if shit goes too far, just like he said he would.

By the time the three of you are piled up on the couch and putting in some shitty romance movie, it gets a little more comfortable.

You’re leaned up against your boyfriend and Mark is leaned up against the arm of the couch at the other end. He doesn’t feel eyes on him anymore and it’s a relief. By the time it’s mid movie, he notes the soft snores coming from Haechan. You, on the other hand, are feeling mischievous. Haechan said to you specifically, away from Mark, no limits. Do what you want to him, ignore the rules, explore, have fun– but be ready to stop at the slightest mention of discomfort from either of them. You’re being given so much fucking power over both of these men. They both want you, and god does it feel fucking amazing to be wanted.

When you shift towards Mark, gently so that Haechan isn’t stirred from his slumber, Mark finds himself leaning towards you without question. Even when you grab his hand from under the large shared blanket, he doesn’t falter.

His attention to the plot on the screen in front of him surely falters though. You’re doing the thing again. You’re excluding your boyfriend and Mark can’t bring himself to give a single fuck right now because you’re quite literally slipping his hand into your panties without so much as a “please?”

Immediately Mark’s fingers explore against his better judgment. He’s seen your pussy stretched out on his best friend, he’s watched you orgasm, he’s heard you moan, but never has he gotten to touch you.

“Mhm,” You encourage gently when Mark slides his fingers down your slit, collecting the slippery arousal and sliding his fingers back up to your clit.

You found yourself wondering how Mark would do it, especially the past day or so. Haechan knew how to please you, but you can’t help but think that the act of someone learning how to please you is just as hot. Mark appears to know exactly how to use his fingers against a woman, the thought of him alone with someone other than you only heightens your pleasure at this moment.

Mark does this for a while, silently and gently rubbing your clit as he forces his eyes to stay on the screen. You just watch him though, and the way he parts his lips in a silent moan when you press against his fingers with the smallest show of want.

The secretiveness of it really gets you going. Seeing Mark turn to mush in your hands, doing anything you could ask him to do, right there while your boyfriend is sleeping next to you? God, what a fucking simp. You love it. You love the fact that his fingers are slightly rougher compared to Haechan’s, and the way he avoids sticking them in you even if you insist by lifting your hips slightly.

You lean towards Mark more this time, moving one leg over his lap and opening yourself up for more.

“You should fuck me.” You whisper into his ear with a voice far too sweet for the words. “He won’t mind.” You add at his silence, feeling his fingers halt as he processes the words.

“I can’t do that–” Mark whispers back, sliding his fingers down again and noting how much wetter you’ve gotten.

“Want me to ask him?” You joke, grabbing his hand and holding his fingers right against your entrance.

Mark shakes his head, feeling nervous as hell as his fingers rest in the one spot he definitely would love to fuck.

“You’re no fun,” You sigh in disappointment, releasing his hand.

That makes Mark panic a little bit, the words of Haechan mentioning that you will get bored with him eventually. It drives him to just–

“Brave boy,” You coo out at the feeling of Mark slipping his fingers inside of you, sliding them in until you can feel his knuckles against your folds. You knew he would give you what you want.“Your fingers are nice. Do you know how to use them, Baby?”

Mark is fucking floored by the idea that his fingers are inside of you, you’re talking to him like this, and Haechan is missing out on all of it.

Except he’s not. Atleast to Mark’s knowledge, Haechan is in dream land. You, on the other hand? You’re very aware that Haechan is terrible at pretending to sleep. Not only is he putting on this show for you, but he’s actually helping you. Kind of a shock, because you really did think he was asleep at one point. He blew his cover with a small smirk towards you, peeking an eye open at your shock of him resting a hand on your other leg and spreading it more in your attempt to get Mark to finger-fuck you. Haechan wasn’t going to help out, but the moment he heard Mark reject you, he figured that his best friend can definitely be trusted in this situation.

One of Haechan’s favorite things about you is how dirty you can be, but never once has he seen you be more dominant over another person. Certainly not him. He finds it incredibly sexy in the way you both mock and talk down towards Mark even though he’s making you feel good. You don’t do that to Haechan, you only moan for him. So yeah, maybe, going against his gut in this situation and allowing Mark to actually touch you is a bit hotter than he wants it to be.

The best part? Mark doesn’t know your cues when you’re nearing orgasm, but Haechan does and he uses that to his advantage. Spreading your leg out further so Mark can do whatever it is he’s doing with his fingers better, Haechan softens at the fact that he would have already brought you to orgasm by now. Your soft mews sound more like you’re trying to fluster Mark rather than a reaction to pleasure, and it’s fun. It’s boosting his ego so high that he actually wonders how long it’ll take Mark to get you there.

You feel just as boosted as Haechan does right now. With his false sleep as he attempts to help you through this, Mark is half-focused on finger fucking you out of fear that he will be caught. It’s all well and good, but you want to cum.

“Mark,” You whisper loudly, forgetting that you’re supposed to be pretending this is a secret.

When Mark tries to pull his fingers out of you at the loud whisper, ultimately so he could pretend he was just watching the movie and absolutely not burying his fingers into his best friend’s girlfriend, you hold his hand in place. Preventing his fingers from leaving you, you look at him.

“Fuck me like he’s not here.” You lean into him and whisper in a lower tone, rolling your hips forward against his fingers as you hold them there harshly. “You can make me cum this way, right? I promise I’ll be quiet.”

Mark looks at you, darting his eyes to the sleeping Haechan next to you, and then he slowly nods with a nervous swallow.

He wants to fuck you so bad, but this is all he gets. Still, it’s more than he anticipated and he will be damned if he embarrasses himself by not getting you off like this. Gently, Mark keeps his eyes on Haechan as he moves slightly over you, getting a better angle with his wrist so that he can quite literally, fuck you senseless with them.

With one hand on the couch over your shoulder, the other between your legs, you watch him as his eyes continuously dart between you and your boyfriend. Mark can’t watch the screen anymore considering he’s now faced away from it, he has to watch you. If this truly was a high-stakes session of pleasure, surely the two of you would be caught like this. Thankfully, Mark doesn’t notice the very aware hand of Haechan gripping your leg open, which makes it more sexy. To see him put your pleasure over his friendship with your boyfriend so willingly, to position himself in such a way that is far more telling than it needs to be, yeah, he’s a fucking simp.

“Oh, fuck–” You choke out, feeling Mark’s newly angled fingers plunge deeper into you. His knuckle bumps against your clit easily when he does this and it has your entire body jolting a bit.

Mark swallows that praise, pulling his fingers out and pushing them back in at a quicker pace. The sound of your pussy is not quite as loud as the movie on the screen, but all three of you can hear it. Even Haechan has to hold back a small moan at how genuine you sounded just now. His grip on your leg becomes almost bruising as his own arousal stirs past a comfortable level.

Mark’s eyes aren’t shifting anymore, you notice. As you stare up at him, he stares right back at you. Noting the way your body slightly shifts up when he harshly pushes his fingers in, he could nearly imagine he’s fucking you. Except if he were, he would hope to have you moaning more, moving more, fucking yourself on him, using him.

You can practically see Mark lose himself to lust. His eyes are dark, and messy hair falling against his lashes as if he were the one being fucked out right now. Internally, you feel such a large amount of fondness over him. You think back to when he fucked his fist in the car. He was showing an extreme amount of intent during that moment and it had your head fucking spinning watching him do it. You can imagine he must be hard right now. Haechan must be hard too. If you wanted to, you could expose Haechan for being awake and ask them both to fuck you right now, but you relent. Relishing in this power of having them both, one more unaware than the other. It’s too sweet to put an end to so quickly.

As you look back up at Mark, you want to kiss him. Haechan never said anything about that but you assume that could actually be crossing a line, so you don’t. Against your own wishes of wanting to keep this a secret, you lean yourself to Haechan who still tries to pretend he’s asleep.

Mark watches and panics, but can already feel you grabbing his hand and keeping his pace up. The fear that runs through of bones of being caught is fucking intense right now, especially when you lean your head into Haechan’s neck and start sucking it.

You can feel Mark try to pry his hand back and you chuckle at it, and you can’t stop smiling against your boyfriend’s neck when you feel Haechan’s hand over yours, holding Mark’s hand in place with more force.

Mark’s eyes widen at the realization, relaxing his hand against both grips that are on it.

“Wait–” He says in a raspy voice, looking between the two of you as Haechan peeps an eyes open. “How long have you been awake?”

Haechan drops the act, removing his hand and now grabbing yours to place against his embarrassingly hard length.

“The whole time.” Haechan glares at him. “Too late to stop now, go on.” He encourages, wincing at the way you instantly grip him through his pants. “Make her cum.”

Mark feels embarrassed again. Despite technically not actually being “caught”, he still feels ashamed of what he was doing, yet, his fingers are still in you.

“Let me see if you can make her cum,” Haechan continues, adjusting his body so that he can look down at what Mark is doing. “Move the blanket babe,” He looks to you.

Shoving the blanket down, Mark notes how your hand is palming against Haechan, and his fingers are inside of you. For some reason, Haechan being hard makes him feel a little less ashamed but still embarrassed. How is he supposed to perform under pressure like this?

“Stop looking at us like that. If you’re not gonna continue, I'll finish her off myself – without you,” Haechan half-insults, half-encourages his best friend.

Mark moves his fingers again, the realization of being given permission washing over him so quickly that it almost felt like an orgasm running through his body. He can do whatever he needs to do to make you come. He doesn’t have to hide it, it’s not a secret.

Without a second thought, Mark pulls himself off the couch and stands to his feet to get between your legs. He looks between the two of you one last time and then down at your pajama shorts. For the first time, without asking, Mark pulls them off of you in one swift motion before falling to his knees and examining how wet you look pulsing around the loss of his fingers.

“How does she look?” Haechan asks with a quirk of his brow, bucking his hips up against your hand and tilting his head to kiss you on the temple.

Mark says nothing but swallows in response, forcing himself to focus on you and pretend that Haechan isn’t there studying the way he fucks into you.

When you let out a small whine at his silence, rolling your eyes the same time you roll your hips, Haechan chuckles and reaches to pull his own pajama pants down. If you three are gonna be doing this, might as well have fun with it.

Mark ignores it still, using his fingers to spread your lips and watch your hole continue to clench around nothing. Even without seeing your face at this moment, he can see how much you want this. Your glistening core is practically begging to be fucked by one of them, if not both. He makes haste, watching as your pussy envelopes three of his fingers at once, clenching them so tightly that he can feel them crowd together inside of you.

You whimper at it, rolling your hips forward to sink his fingers further into you.

“Can I lick her?” Mark asks, not moving his eyes from the way he can see your slick drip down his fingers.

“Does she want you to?” Haechan asks, also not moving his eyes from the way your fist circles the head of his cock before sliding back down and making his shiver.

You don’t even answer, and instead use your other hand to reach for Mark’s head, gripping his hair that’s in reach to you and dragging his face forward until you feel his breath on your clit.

Mark takes that as an invitation, instantly flattening his tongue against your hardened bud and sliding down. You can feel his fingers spreading you open, reaching into you so deeply as you begin to feel his tongue trace around his fingers at your entrance.

You moan, which makes Haechan turn his face and lift your chin as if to shut you up from showing pleasure towards another man. You find that sexy, cute even, so you reward your boyfriend and reassure him with a harsher grip against his cock, milking him of his precum and chuckling into his mouth.

Mark doesn’t even care about what’s happening on the couch. He’s on his knees in front of you, tasting you, fingering you, and he genuinely thinks this might be heaven. He can feel his own length adjust in his pants, happy that the loose fabric accommodates the growth to full hardness. Mark already knows he’s not going to be getting off tonight by anything other than his hand, and he does not give a shit about it.

He licks against you as if you are the last woman on earth, honestly, and Haechan can’t even bring himself to be in competition with Mark at this moment considering how much attention you’re giving to him and not Mark. This could work, surely, he’s never seen you so horny over a simple handjob before.

You roll your hips against Mark’s mouth repeatedly, chasing your high as he continuously tries to accommodate every spot of your pussy that needs stimulation.

“He’s good at eating pussy–” You choke out, reaching to grab Mark’s head and hold him in place against your clit. You can feel his fingers pick up speed when you do that, and you can feel the vibrations of his groans against your clit even more.

“Oh yeah?” Hechans laughs in a breath, darting his eyes to see Mark’s shoulder flexing as he fucks into you, his hair a mess between your fingers. “Better than me?”

You shake your head, eyes sparkling up at Haechan as he finally leans down to whisper to you.

“Are you close? You seem close–”

You nod this time, rolling your eyes back a bit when Mark intentionally licks circles around your clit and pumps his fingers painfully fast into you.

“Don’t tell him,” Haechan warns, fucking himself against your now loosened grip. “Do you want me to take over?”

You say nothing back but Haechan can see your body tense. He makes haste, jumping up from his spot and practically shoving Mark out of the way to get between your legs.

Mark doesn’t even know what’s happening, the loss of your warmth around his fingers and the taste of you lost all too quickly as he watches Haechan bottom out into you in one go. His best friend’s fingers replace was his tongue was doing, and Mark watches the way you lay breathlessly against the couch.

Now is his time, he guesses. Reaching one hand into his pants, he shows no shame in using his slick-coated hand to furiously slide up and down his length at a pace he wishes he were fucking you at.

There, on his knees, Mark pushes and pulls himself to the edge in time with you. He watches your face and watches the way your hands grip against Haechan as he fucks into you at a pace that looks painful. The sound of slaps in the room coming from all three of you, finally, you come undone.

He watches the way you hold Haechan’s hips in place, burying himself into you as you quiver around him, and only then does Mark let out a choked moan, coating the inside of his pants with strings of white.

Just as quickly as you hit your climax, your eyes lazily fall to Mark as he sits out of breath, wet spots staining his pants as Haechan continues to chase his own high.

The two of you look at each other for a long moment. You can’t help but feel that he looks entirely sexy when he’s spent and empty of his arousal. You don’t sense a hint of disappointment in his eyes as he looks back at you, breath uneven, not at all bothered by the fact that he’s not the one fucking you.

Except he is bothered by it. He felt like he came so close to making you come, all for Haechan to step in and take over. Still, that’s your boyfriend. Mark feels lucky enough to even be part of this. And by the time Haechan finally comes, all three of you just look at each other.

“So,” Haechan sighs, out of breath. “She tastes good, right?” He smiles, proud of himself for not letting Mark make you come.

You playfully slap against his head with a laugh, shuffling from the couch and standing to your feet. You examine the wet spot from where you were being fucked open by both of them and smile at it.

“Let’s go shower, again.” You sigh, grabbing Haechan’s hand and dragging him to the bathroom.

Mark is left sitting there, still on his knees, processing what just happened. He could get used to this.

By the third night, Haechan is geared up and ready knowing full well that Mark has already touched you and he’s going to have to share tonight if your words are anything to go by. If you’re asking him to let Mark fuck you, it’s gonna have to be his way.

Your eyes sparkled when Haechan agreed in the silent morning as Mark slept like a fucking rock in the bed across the room.

“Don’t worry,” You assured him. “I love you, I’m just having fun.”

“I know.” Haechan responded to you, silently and looking back at you.

He didn’t worry so much about it after last night, anyway. He got more into it than he thought he would, and the competition of it all got both you and Haechan off. Mark appears to be having fun too, and staying aware of the fake-ass boundaries the two of you set for him.

“Tonight?” You look to Haechan and nod as you head off for the kitchen in an attempt to make something to eat for both of them.

“Tonight, if he’s willing.” Haechan responds, ultimately stirring Mark from his sleep.

“Good morning, you can sleep. She’s gonna make some food since we got her off or something.” Haechan says towards Mark as he stretches his arms and pulls himself out of bed.

“What were you guys talking about?” Mark asks as he hears your footsteps towards the kitchen fade away. The sleep in his voice is heavy and he clears his throat as he rubs his eyes.

“Nothing much. She wants to play a game later.” Haechan tries not to ruin the plan.

“Oh yeah, like what?” Mark sits up, reaching for his phone to check the time.

“Probably monopoly or some shit.”

Mark notes that Haechan appears to not really want to get into it, so he drops it.

“We going to the beach today?” He asks, somehow not feeling awkward at all about last night. It almost feels normal now.

“Yeah, probably after we eat. Wanna go help her with me?”

Something inside of Mark swells up at the invitation from Haechan to help you do mundane things. Boyfriendly things. As if the two of them are your boyfriends, and not just Haechan.

“Gonna brush my teeth first,”

Haechan nods, giving Mark a tired smile as he heads off into the kitchen after you.

Mark isn’t sure if he’s thinking too hard about it or if he’s getting his hopes up. He’s a lover, not a fighter, and very much willing to share you if the two of you offered to involve him in the relationship more than just sex. Cooking in the kitchen with the two of you made him happy. Haechan was clearly in boyfriend mode, guiding you by the waist when you were wisping from one end of the kitchen to the other. Mark was also kind of in boyfriend mode, though the two of you probably didn’t catch on. It’s not that he’s trying to intrude, it’s just that, he kind of has a hard time fucking a woman and not having feelings after the fact.

When Mark said you looked pretty, Haechan didn’t falter even a bit at the compliment. Instead, he smiled at Mark with a nod because of fucking course you look pretty. And when Haechan gave you a light kiss to the lips as you stirred something in a bowl, Mark found himself wanting to do the same. He knows he can’t though, so he keeps to himself in this little unsure bubble of what the two of you feel towards him.

The food was decent, save for the fact that none of you have stepped foot in a grocery store and are surviving off of what you brought in a cooler from home. Mark could tell some of the vegetables were wilted and needed to be cooked, thankfully, none of you enjoy letting food go to waste so that’s why you’re stuck eating it this morning.

It’s comfortable. Too comfortable. Especially when Mark takes it upon himself to do the dishes despite always arguing at home about doing them. Haechan finds himself in a strange kind of headspace too. Lightening up about the idea of Mark being around and touching you, but also, like, still being possessive because you're super into it. If Mark was anyone else, Haechan doesn’t think this trio thing would work out as well. Still, this is a conversation for after the trip.

By the time the three of you are at the beach, you make a show of yourself for both of them and anyone else who happens to be looking your way. If tonight goes anything like you want it to, you need them to be absolutely feral for you by the time the sun sets.

It works for the most part. Ghosting your hand over Mark’s cock under the water, blatantly grabbing Haechan’s out in the open just to see him buckle under the arousal of it being in public. You feel on top of the universe as their eyes go from bright to dark and full of arousal as the day goes on.

When you part from both of them, heading back to the shore in order to find a bathroom somewhere, the two of them stay behind. You do your best in giving those two alone time too because surely they need to talk or something.

That, they do.

“She’s doing all of this on purpose, you know.” Haechan laughs, wading in the water beside Mark. “How are you feeling about all of this?”

Mark shrugs, avoiding the incoming wave and lifting his chin with a wince. “I’m feeling less weird about it now, I guess.”

Haechan nods, looking at him and studying his expression.

“She wants to fuck you.”

Mark can’t help but smile. He has no words to respond to what Haechan just said.

“Shockingly, I kind of want her to too.” Haechan splashes Mark as if he’s mad, but stands back as his best friend wipes his eyes.

“Yeah?” Mark’s eyes are beaming despite the redness of the saltwater hitting them, and Haechan just stares at him.

“I don’t know man, I’ve never been into this kind of thing but like–” Haechan tries to explain, searching internally for a reason as to why he should hold onto the annoyance of sharing his girlfriend. “I don’t know.”

Mark tilts his head, looking at him.

“It’s kind of fun?”

Mark nods this time. He’s still getting the short end of the stick but he literally couldn't care less.

“I like watching and I like when you let me touch her.” Mark admits, glancing away and breathing in through an embarrassed wince over what he just said.

For some reason, that sentence arouses Haechan. “When you let me touch her.” Mark is really giving full power to Haechan to control a sex life that isn’t his and it’s embarrassingly sexy to be given that power over another man. He’s not sexually interested in Mark, but he’s interested in Mark’s sexual interest for his girlfriend. Interested in controlling it.

“This is going a lot further than we ever intended it to.” Haechan asks, sinking himself lower in the water and thinking intently on what’s going to happen after the three of you get home. “Guess we will see what happens.”

Mark quirks an eyebrow.

“If I asked you to fuck her, would you?” Haechan continues, in his head, about why he feels like all of this is okay to him now.

Mark narrows his eyes, wondering if it’s a trap but ultimately nods.

“I mean, yeah, if you both told me to.”

There’s the control again. Mark blatantly gives it up just to get the smallest taste of what you share with Haechan.

“And you wouldn’t do it behind my back? Like, be for real with me right now.”

Mark knows he would probably be too weak to say no to you. He thinks you know it too.

“What makes you think she would go behind your back anyway?” Mark counters, challenging Haechan’s trust in you.

And then it all makes sense. You wouldn’t go behind his back. You’d tell him everything, you’d involve him, or you’d at least ask if you can fuck his best friend behind closed doors.

It all feels like it’s falling into place too perfectly, and that’s the only uncomfortable thing about this. Haechan looks at Mark and then shifts his eyes over to the shore, where you’ve come back from your adventure to the bathroom.

“Nah, you’re right.” Haechan assures himself, standing back up and waving over to you. “Just keep in mind that she’s my girlfriend and I’ll be the one to make her come.”

Mark is well aware that you’re not his, Haechan doesn’t have to rub it in.

Though Haechan never explicitly stated that Mark would be able to fuck you tonight, it became increasingly obvious as the day went on. Even as you blatantly touched him in front of Haechan, he would simply avert his eyes from Mark and carry on with whatever he was doing.

By the time the three of you got back to the house, Mark had to fucking fight himself to not jerk off in the shower. Clearly you were wanting to have fun again tonight if the sheer amount of touching throughout the day is any indication. The showers from all of you went by far too quickly to ignore as well. Mark thinks he beat his record speed of being out and dressed in under six minutes. You and Haechan, opting to shower together, made Mark think the two of you would go in there and fuck behind closed doors, but even that didn’t happen as the two of you were leaving the bathroom in under fifteen minutes.

Now, the three of you are in this beach house away from a city that is far too familiar to you. The air feels electric but also slightly awkward. You don’t know how to start, Haechan certainly doesn’t know how to start, and Mark simply needs the green light to make his attempt at whatever the fuck is supposed to happen. It’s a knowing kind of look that the three of you share as you head into the bedroom one by one. Mark doesn’t know if he should get onto his own bed, or yours at this point considering he hasn’t exactly been told what’s supposed to happen.

He didn’t have to think too hard though, as he trails in behind Haechan who guides you to your own shared bed with him. Mark stands there in silence, watching the way both of you pat your hands on the bed as if to invite him in.

“Shit, this is really happening?” He asks, almost wanting to cover his ears and cringe at the way he breaks the silence. Haechan nods to him with a small shrug.

“If you want it to?” You ask, scooting closer to Haechan and feeling him move a hand to your thigh.

Mark is careful when he makes his way to the bed, glancing at both you and his best friend as if the gig would be up soon and you’d both start laughing at him for believing that this is happening. Instead, though, you adjust yourself and your boyfriend on the bed as Mark makes his attempt to find a space for him to claim.

Now lying on your back, head on Haechan’s lap as you both watch Mark, he sits himself awkwardly on the side of the bed and stares forward.

“Bro, why are you being all shy now? You literally ate her out last night.” Haechan laughs, reaching forward and over you to spread your legs out. Your bathrobe does little to hide the lack of material underneath, already bare and ready for both of the men in the room.

“I don’t know!” Mark argues, glancing over at you and instantly drawing his eyes to what’s beneath the robe. He tries to look away with a gulp of whatever the fuck he was going to say next, but ends up double taking at the view of you being presented to him by Haechan. “I’ve never done this before…” Mark trails off, voice coming to a whisper as he shamelessly stares and the arousal begins to take full hold of his body.

You shift your hips a bit, as if to grind yourself against nothing to show that just like him, you can be desperate too.

“Fuck,” Mark sighs out, shifting his body fully onto the bed and facing you.

“Go on,” Haechan encourages, noting the way his friend is practically drooling at the image of you in front of him like this.

“Should I just,” Mark stops, looking at Haechan and avoiding eye contact with you. “touch her? like, what are my limits?’

Haechan honestly doesn’t care what he does as long as you want it but, what he’s damn sure won’t happen is Mark getting head from you. He can eat you out all he wants but your mouth is to never be on him in any way, shape, or form without being told to do it by Haechan himself.

“Help him out.” You comment, flicking your head back a bit to look at Haechan from under your lashes. He smirks at you in responds with a small nod.

“Remember, you can just tell us to stop if you change your mind,” Haechan directs towards Mark as he leans forward and pulls him closer to you by his arm. Mark falls a bit, on all fours right between your legs as he stares down at your folds. He says nothing in response to Haechan, now lost in the world of getting to taste you again and wondering how many more times he will be granted permission to do this.

“Lick her?” Haechan demands in a question, one that seemingly makes fun of Mark for not having touched you yet. “Get to it before I make you watch again.”

Mark listens, granting Haechan a nice little ego boost as he hums from behind you at your sharp inhale when Mark kisses against your clit. Still, this is going to happen his way and if Mark thinks he can eat pussy well, he’s about to learn.

Haechan leans forward, your body leaning with him as he harshly grabs Mark’s hair, pressing his lips against you harder, guiding his head up and down. “Stick your tongue out–” Haechan demands, ultimately controlling how Mark eats you out from above.

Strangely enough, Mark allows it. He sticks his tongue out the moment Haechan demands it, and allows himself to be guided by the hair against your pussy. He groans out against you, tasting you again despite it not being of his own free will. Would Mark prefer eating you out the way he wants to? Absolutely. Does the feeling of having his head guided between your legs also kind of get him off? Oh, fuck yeah. All he has to do is imagine it’s your hand doing it.

You, however, watch as Haechan pulls Mark up, still by the hair, and looks at him.

“Tongue fuck her, I’ll take care of the rest.” He says, releasing Mark and watching the way he sinks down between your legs again.

Making it easier for him, you prop your legs on his shoulders, ultimately boxing Mark in against your sleek and glistening hole. It isn’t long before you feel his tongue circling, inserting against your walls. It’s not a lot to go off of, but god he looks so good between your legs like this. The image only gets better when Haechan unties the loose knot of your robe and pinches against one of your nipples, his other hand going straight to your clit and rubbing it just the way you like.

“Can you cum on his tongue?” Haechan asks against your ear, holding you against him with the hand playing against your nipple. “Let him really taste you?”

You nod to him with a moan, shifting your hips as if to fuck yourself on Mark’s tongue. Each pinch against your nipple sends a sensation straight to where you’re being stimulated the most, and yeah, you can definitely come on Mark’s tongue if he keeps trying to reach as deeply as he is now.

Haechan’s fingers are experts when it comes to your body, he could have you falling apart right here, right now if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. He watches, instead, the way you tighten your legs around Mark’s head to pull him in closer. The way his best friend doesn’t even come up for air is laughable, but he gets it.

When your boyfriend rubs your clit faster, it has you chasing Mark’s tongue harder, and when you chase Mark’s tongue, he makes a point to lick every crevice you have to offer in order to entice moans and groans of his name from your mouth.

When you start to tense up, Haechan knows exactly what it means. He lurches forward again and pulls Mark away from you, reaching back just as quickly to rub your clit harder.

“Watch her cum,” Haechan smiles, abusing your clit just the way you love it until your legs are shaking and falling from Mark’s shoulders.

“Fuck,” Mark sighs out, watching your pussy drip out its continuous orgasm. Without any indication from the two of you, he takes the risk and dips back down, tongue lapping up the mess of your arousal and humming against your folds in a beautiful desperate mantra.

“Oh god–” You choke out, jolting from the sensitivity of his tongue toying with your pussy, Haechan continuing to press your orgasm further, not relenting even as sensitivity takes hold.

Mark licks up every single bit of it and Haechan watches him, feeling you continuously quiver in his grasp as you come down from the high.

“Now, fuck her.” He smiles, looking down at you and the way you already look dazed.

Mark shoots his head up to look at Haechan, instantly he’s nodding and practically throwing his pants off. A true desperate show of how much he wants to be inside of you.

Both you and Haechan examine Mark when he pulls his cock out. You’ve seen it before but never in its full glory. He’s big. Bigger than your boyfriend, thicker than your boyfriend.

Haechan glances down at you with an ‘are you sure you wanna do this?’ look and all you can do is chuckle and wiggle your hips as if to entice Mark to fuck you so senseless that Haechan appears to be jealous again. It wouldn’t take much, really, because Haechan is jealous right now. He needs to make damn sure you know that his cock is the only one that can make you scream, regardless of size.

Mark watches the two of you share looks and instantly gets a bit shy, doesn’t change the fact that he’s gently jerking himself off in preparation though.

“Condom?” Mark asks, obviously.

“No,” You say, nudging him closer again with your leg. “Im on the pill and you live with us, I know for a fact that you haven’t been fucking around.”

More shy now, Mark averts his eyes as he shuffles his way closer, all the way until he can feel his cock pressed against your leg. In one last attempt before he goes off the deep end, he looks to Haechan for approval and is granted it almost instantly with a nod.

He slides in, painfully slowly in your opinion, but to Mark it’s like he’s trying to feel each ridge, clench, and wall around him as he does it. You wince only a little at the size, taking a deep breath and grabbing Haechan’s hand when he bottoms out.

Mark attempts to let you adjust, but it doesn’t go as smoothly as he wants to because the second he pulls his hips back, he’s slamming into you with a force he didn’t even know he had. The sounds you let out as he does this has Haechan going fucking insane, you can feel his cock against your back continuously twitching as Mark fucks into you.

Only when you keep your eyes on his best friend does Haechan move from under you, replacing himself with two pillows as he stands at your side.

“Look at me,” He demands, lowering his pants enough to let his cock spring free and in front of your face. “Stop looking at him,” He continues, stroking himself as he stares down at you.

This is what you want. You want them to fight for your attention right now. Thankfully to Haechan, Mark is in his own world, head thrown back as he continuously plows into you with the obvious need of a man who hasn’t had sex in months.

You stare up at Haechan then allow your eyes to fall to his cock in hand, without hesitation you open your mouth for him.

“Good girl,” He praises, setting his cock on your tongue and allowing you to feel the weight of it before he slowly slides further into your mouth. “How does it feel to be fucked from both ends?” Haechan asks with a bit of a demeaning tone. “Is it everything you ever wanted?” He asks again, this time sliding further down your throat before taking hold of your head and holding it in place.

“I bet it is.” He continues through a sigh, effectively fucking your mouth open much like his best friend is doing to your pussy.

One thing Mark doesn’t seem to catch onto is the fact that both you and Haechan are talkers during sex. Mark, not so much, so when your mouth is gagged by a cock, he has no choice but to listen to Haechan talk to you.

Mark’s hips stutter only slightly when you gag around your boyfriend, all because that gag appears to travel down your body. Your pussy clenches him so tightly that he could honestly start crying right now if it wouldn't end with him being made fun of.

“Do that again–” Mark moans, gripping your legs and spreading them away from his hips. He angles himself a bit more by placing both hands under your ass and pressing into you again, this time stilling his hips so he can feel your walls jerk him off.

Haechan smirks, not knowing what the fuck Mark is referring to.

“Do what again? Gag her?” He asks, jolting his hips forward and again sliding down your throat.

You gag, and your pussy constricts.

“Goddamn, yes, that.” Mark almost whines, trying to press his cock into you even deeper.

Haechan looks down at you and the way your eyes start to glisten with tears. He knows they’re good tears, especially with the way you try to smile around his cock.

“So dirty,” He compliments, sliding out of your mouth and wiping a tear from your cheek. “This okay?” He continues. Knowing you like it, but he still needs to get that confirmation considering this is new to all three of you.

You nod with a moan and a deep breath, grabbing his cock and sinking it straight back down your throat. Haechan seethes a string of curses when you do that. You’re too fucking good at deep-throating and it’s driving him up a fucking wall how hot you are right now.

Being fucked open is one thing, but being fucked open from both ends is another. Even with Mark practically cockwarming himself with you, you can feel how rock hard he is inside of you, his thickness consistently putting pressure against your g-spot. God, you feel so full.

Haechan elicits gags from you, pulls out so you can breathe, and then goes right back to fucking your mouth at his own pace. Mark, on the other end, has since lost all form of self control with your last gag. Your pussy is so wet around him, clenching him so fucking tightly, he can’t help it when he grips your ass firmly and essentially gags you himself with how hard he begins to fuck into you. Even Haechan is thrown off by the way you stop sucking and your mouth goes slack.

He slides out of your mouth, listening as a drawn out moan of Mark’s name comes from your lips.

“Look at her,” Haechan glares, forcing Mark to slow his hips and look at you.

Mark is looking, watching as your eyes fall to him and you buck your hips up as if to ride yourself on him.

“God, please Haechan, can she ride me?” Mark loses composure, slipping his hands out from under your ass and grabbing your waist.

Haechan doesn’t even get to answer, he can see you look at him with pleading eyes. You want to ride Mark. He bows his head in approval and wonders when the fuck he became the third wheel in his own relationship, that is, until you sit yourself up, push Mark back, and settle yourself on his thighs.

You don’t move as you look at your boyfriend, your pleading eyes now turning to concern as he stands by himself off of the bed. For some reason, it comforts him.

“She takes it so well, right?” Haechan averts his eyes to Mark, getting behind you on the bed and settling down with his cock in hand. “Ride him babe,”

So you do, rolling your hips forward and backwards in a way that has Mark slipping in and out of you with ease. He can feel you drip onto his legs and honestly, he’s in fucking heaven right now as he places both hands on your thighs and stares directly at his cock disappearing inside of you.

It’s a shame really, considering being ridden is one of Mark’s weaknesses.

“Can I cum in her?” Mark blurts, his hips attempting to fuck into you despite your weight on him keeping his hips down. “Haechan, please? Can I cum in her?”

His questions come out frantic, pleading for the ability to release his control and absolutely let you fuck him into oblivion, but he waits, now halting your hits from moving as if to contain the load he’s about to release without permission.

“What if I say no?” Haechan laughs, gripping his cock and watching the way Mark twitches inside of you.

You move your hips again, a small chuckle lightly coming out alongside Haechan as Mark hits rock bottom and somehow spirals further down.

“Shit, shit!” Mark groans, urging you to lift up a bit as he painfully begins to slam into you.

Haechan can hear his cum seeping out of you with each plunge of his cock, he can see the white running down Mark’s legs and goddamn it’s way hotter than he anticipated it being.

Without a second thought Haechan is pulling himself up and positioning himself behind you. He doesn’t say a word as he presses the small of your back forward and prods his cock at your entrance. Right there beside Mark, he slides in with an uncomfortable stretch.

“This is how you fuck my girlfriend,” Haechan groans, feeling your pussy hug around his cock and his best friend’s. He can already feel Mark going soft, but he doesn’t relent. Haechan starts moving his hips regardless, fucking Mark’s released load back into you with impossible speed.

Honestly, Haechan is on cloud 9 listening to both of you whine and moan. Neither of you stopped him, and even Mark finds the sensitivity of his cock being fucked against as insanely pleasurable though painful.

You’re staring down at Mark, and he’s looking up at you as Haechan continuously stimulates you both. At this moment, you’re both in this together and Haechan has full control. Deserving control, you think. Smiling at Mark, you drop your head to his neck and start talking.

“You felt so good,” You praise him, moaning at the way Haechan slams into you. “Can you get hard again?”

Mark simply nods because he cannot, for the life of him, think of words right now. He’s already feeling his arousal coming back to him. Even Haechan feels it, in the way his softening cock manages to get hard again within mere minutes. He’s never been able to get hard again that quickly, but then again, Mark was practically pussy starved so he doesn’t question it.

The fit inside of you grows tighter and tighter as Mark’s cock wakes up to the overstimulation, all the way until all three of you are wincing at the drag of Haechan continuously fucking into you. The sound of moans, slick, and heavy breathing is all that can be heard when Mark moves his hips at an opposite rhythm of Haechan.

“Oh, shit–” Haechan moans, throwing his head back and looking down at how impossibly stretched open you are. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good–” He babbles on, praising you, or Mark, he doesn’t even know at this point.

Overstimulated, his cock feels as though your pussy has a death grip on it as he continues to squeeze along size Mark’s length, your pussy clenching them so tightly that Haechan barely has to move at all to feel like he’s fucking the daylights out of you. Mark’s small thrusts only push the orgasm to the edge for both you and Haechan. The head of Mark’s cock drags alongside Haechan’s length with each thrust and it has him nearly gasping for air when his orgasm hits him.

Mark hasn’t stopped moaning, nor have you. Who has control in this situation? Not a single person, not even Haechan, as he frantically bottoms himself out and shoots his cum against the impossibly tight space inside of you. Haechan’s orgasm ignites yours, your g-spot having been stimulated this entire time, you nearly squeeze so hard that they both are forced out of you, but they fight the sensation, continuing to bury themselves into you through your high.

Haechan’s now spent cock slowly slips out of you after your orgasm, he sees you slump over Mark whose cock is still hard inside of you.

Mark struggles to orgasm again so he pulls out of you the moment Haechan shoots a look at him, as if to tell him to stop. Still in his aroused state of mind though, Mark practically shoves you back onto Haechan as he works himself up to whatever orgasm he has left by his own hand.

It takes a moment, but you feel his second load hitting against your thighs not long after and all that’s left to do now is assess the damage.

There was no damage. Even as Haechan apologetically begs you to tell him the truth. To tell him he went too far, or was too rough. You liked it, and you hate that you have to convince him of it.

“You sure you’re okay?” Haechan asks, kissing you once after you nod with a dazed smile. “And you?” Haechan averts his eyes to Mark, who is sprawled out regaining his breath at the foot of your bed.

“I’m great, actually.” He says, looking over to Haechan with a dopey kind of smile.

“You’re both insane,” Haechan finally releases a breath of relief, realizing how much you and his best friend have in common sexually.

“You didn’t like it?” You ask, and Mark nods along with your question to look at Haechan.

“Of course I fucking liked it.”

“Then what’s the issue?” Mark asks, sitting himself up now and pretending he doesn’t get a headrush almost instantly.

Haechan thinks hard about it. Is there even an issue? Did he ever expect to actually share his girlfriend with Mark this way? Of course not, but it doesn’t change the fact that all three of you enjoyed every bit of that. Plus, Mark doesn’t appear to be super competitive and listens to everything Haechan says to do.

Who wouldn’t be turned on by that kind of control anyway?

~ EPILOGUE ~

Mark has become a constant fixture in your sexual relationship with Haechan now, but he doesn’t step out of line much to Haechan’s pleasure. Even now, months down the road from the beach vacation, all three of you came to terms with the fact that Mark wants to stay, and so do the two of you.

Rent is split three ways, you’re split two ways, but you get it all. Truly, you feel like you have the best end of this bargain. Even now, Haechan tends to have more private sex with you as if to avoid constantly living in the world of kinks and pushing boundaries. You enjoy it. You love sharing moments with him without Mark around, and even when Mark does walk in on it, he doesn’t stay most of the time because now, when it’s meant to be for all three of you, Mark is blatantly invited. He knows now that any sex he isn’t aware of isn’t for him, despite it being the complete opposite from before.

It’s a comfortable kind of thing. Even if the three of you don’t talk about it outside of these walls, it’s what you like, it’s what they like. Even Haechan has loosened up a bit more about you and Mark together. It’s not like you’re dating him, but your boyfriend has actually implied you go busy yourself with Mark when he’s exhausted or too tired to fuck you himself. If anything, when you do go and busy yourself with Mark, Haechan usually ends up watching anyway.

“Mark,” Haechan says from across the room playfully. “I hope you know that she’s still my girlfriend and I will always be the one to fuck her better.”

“You’re really gonna say that after I was the one who made her cum twice last night before you even got your cock out?” Mark laughs.

“She’s my girlfriend.” Haechan glares but Mark can see his smile.

“I know. You keep her happy.” Mark drops the playful act and decides to genuinely let Haechan know.

“Unfortunately, your cock is required for her happiness sometimes.”

“No, his cock is required for fun. You are required for my happiness.” You interject, reminding them that you literally live here too.

“And that’s why this little arrangement works out.” Haechan agrees, lifting himself to kiss you. “Only I get your love and affection. Mark just gets 30% of your orgasms.”

“10% of yours too, apparently.” Mark shifts his eyes to Haechan.

Haechan does remember the few times he’s let Mark fuck you and grew so aroused by how you act with his best friend in contrast to himself, that yeah, he guesses he can give Mark and his huge cock some credit for making him come a few times, but really, it’s because he’s seeing his girlfriend stretched out and cock stupid, definitely because they both whine in unison over him. At the end of the day, it’s cute, especially because Mark can still never fuck you as good as he will. You may be cock-stupid for his size, but you’re cock-drunk for how Haechan works it inside of you.

And so, it appears that Haechan is in a happy relationship with you, a healthy one. One where he’s perfectly comfortable cleaning his best friend’s cum out of your hair.

#mark lee smut #haechan smut #nct127 smut #nct smut #nct mark smut #nct haechan smut #nct dream smut

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i have a request for sebastian and f!mc, i don’t mind which house. a little angsty but also fluffy? i think it would be super cute.

after a fight, they aren’t speaking. ominis hates it because he has to split his time between them, so he’s been (unsuccessfully) trying to get them talking again. he tells sebastian that she was injured out on one of her adventures and sebastian immediately goes to look for her. when he finds her, he hugs her and is super concerned, checking her over for injuries. ominis catches up and smiles, knowing his plan worked. (either he made it up or he exaggerated, with it only being something minor like a small cut or scratch)

Hold On | Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: little angsty, mild description of an injury

A/N - Not proofread, apologies in advance. Made a few slight changes but I hope you still like it anon <3 Also apologies for taking forever to write this, I have a bigger fic in the works to make up for my sudden absence. ALSO house is left vague so it can be whatever you would like.

You were sitting in the library next to Natty and Poppy who were debating the importance of astronomy and if it actually deserved to be a core class. You didn’t really hear a word they were saying, instead you were staring daggers into the back of Sebastian Sallow’s head. He had specifically chosen to sit at the table next to you and your friends with his back to you so he couldn’t see you, but you were forced to stare at him. Ominis was across from Sebastian and even from a distance you could tell he was uncomfortable with the tension in the room. You and Sebastian were fighting, a frustratingly common occurrence at this point. After being friends for almost three years, the two of you knew exactly how to push each other’s buttons and this time you had pushed a bit too far.

Amit had given you a gift, a brand new telescope to replace the old one he had lent to you during fifth year. It was harmless, Amit was not interested in you. It was no secret that the Ravenclaw had been hooking up with Samantha Dale since the beginning of seventh year. Now, nearing graduation, he had given the telescope to you as a ‘graduation/saving the school’ gift. Sebastian, hearing about this, decided to accuse you of secretly being in love with Amit. In response, you told him that Amit, at least, would be a good boyfriend. This kicked up one of your arguments, which ended with Sebastian huffing out of the Great Hall with a bruised ego.

That was two days prior, eventually the anger would fade and everything would go back to normal. Ominis hated when the two of you fought. After he left the group it took him a while to made amends with Sebastian and rejoin the friend group, but now the two of you were constantly squabbling. You watched Ominis mutter something to Sebastian and saw the man’s shoulders tense. What is he saying to him? You wondered. You hoped Ominis would be on your side, he usually was.

“What do you think, Y/N?” Natty asked, breaking your death glare into Sebastian’s neck.

“I like astronomy,” you responded.

Both girls giggled a little. Poppy smiled at you, “We were talking about going to Hogsmeade tomorrow night for a butterbeer.”

“Oh,” you blushed.

“Where is your head at?” Natty asked, even though they both knew exactly who you had been thinking about.

“Nowhere,” you lied.

“Someone’s fawning over Sallow again, I see,” Imelda Reyes appeared from behind a bookshelf and decided to speak loudly enough for most of the surrounding area to hear.

Ominis dropped his forehead onto the table as Sebastian turned to face you for the first time since he had sat down. You wanted to scream at Imelda but kept your cool, simply announcing, “Please, Imelda, we both know I have much better taste than that.”

You could practically feel Sebastian’s eyes glaring at you, but you refused to face him. Imelda laughed and sat down at the table next to Poppy. She was holding a book about the history of the Tutshill Tornados. Poppy immediately attempted to defuse the tension by asking Imelda a question about Quidditch, which Imelda was more than happy to answer. Natty looked at you awkwardly and you wanted nothing more than to disappear. Sebastian stood up and stormed away, while Ominis continued to sit with his head on the table. The entire library had to be aware of the tension by now, so you decided to excuse yourself back to your dorm for the night.

The next day you decided to skip class in favor of hunting down some poachers who had set up camp near Bainburgh. You informed Poppy and Ominis about where you were going, just in case something happened. If you weren’t back by dinner, they would come find you. You needed a break from the drama of school. You wondered if it was concerning that your idea of a break was killing dark wizards, but decided not to look to deeply into that. Most of your professors had become accustomed to you randomly taking off and given your status as the Hero of Hogwarts, none of them had complained. Luckily you no longer had Potions, if Sharp heard about you skipping classes he would not be so understanding.

It was a fairly large camp, you scouted it from the air. Half a dozen tents scattered the clearing with two large cages on either side of the camp. You couldn’t get a good count on how many poachers were in the camp but it was at least 15, more than you would usually take on by yourself, but definitely not enough to pose any real risk. You landed in the trees away from the camp and began to creep closer so you could get a better idea of how many poachers were there. As you got closer you heard a sound from behind you and suddenly a shiver ran down your spine.

“Protego!” You cast the protective charm just in time for the poacher’s spell to bounce away from you and back at them.

“Confringo!” The poacher screamed.

Guess I’m not doing this quietly, you thought bitterly. The forest around you was filled with the flashing colors of the duel and you could hear the sound of more poachers on their way. You finished off the first one fairly easily and turned to see four more running out of the camp toward your position. You readied your wand, prepared for a tough fight.

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“Ominis!” Poppy came running into the Great Hall, “Y/N isn’t back yet is she?”

“I haven’t heard from her since this morning,” Ominis stood up, but he was still calm, “She’s not with you?”

“Obviously not,” Poppy was anxious.

Sebastian was sitting at the Slytherin table, “What’s going on?”

“Y/N might be in trouble, she went to find some poachers in Bainburgh but we expected her back in time for dinner,” Poppy blurted out in a single breath.

“Take a breath, Poppy,” Ominis remained calm, “Dinner just started, she’s probably on her way back now. We both know how capable she is, give it time.”

Sebastian stood up, “I’m going after her.”

“Sebastian,” Ominis sighed, “Do you really think she wants to see you?”

“She could be in trouble, Ominis,” Sebastian rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and turned to leave the Great Hall, “I don’t give a damn what she wants.”

“I’m going with you,” Poppy announced.

“Alright,” Ominis grabbed his robe from the bench of the Slytherin table, “I guess we’re all going.”

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You were breathing heavily, staring down at the large wound on your leg. One of the poachers had gotten you with a well-timed diffindo and sliced a fairly sizable gash through your calf. You groaned as you downed a wiggenweld potion and pulled some bandages out of your bag to start taking care of the wound. The wiggenweld helped a lot but this was a pretty serious wound, you would have to hope that one of your friends would realize that you were missing and come looking for you. You were definitely not strong enough to fly back or even apparate yourself back.

The sun was beginning to set, it had to be after dinner time by now. You leaned against the rock that was behind you and stared up at the pinky red sunset. You began digging around for another wiggenweld potions, and luckily found another one buried in the bottom of your bag. You hoped that the potion would at least help with some of the pain so you could fly yourself back to Hogwarts.

As you downed the bottle you heard the sound of someone yelling your name, but not just any someone, Sebastian. You looked up and saw your friends descend on their brooms into the clearing around you. Sebastian jumped off his broom without a second thought and ran to you. Whatever anger the two of you had been harboring towards the other was gone, and all that mattered in that moment was being together. Sebastian collapsed to his knees at your side, staring down at your bloody leg.

“It looks worse than it is,” you assured him. The wiggenweld potion was helping quite a bit.

“What happened?” Sebastian was so worried he seemed angry again, but you knew it was just concern.

“I got careless,” you sighed, “And there were more than I planned for.”

Sebastian looked around the clearing. The bodies of at least 20 dead poachers scattered the area, it looked like a warzone. Poppy and Ominis hung back, just happy to see that you weren’t amongst the dead bodies. Sebastian looked back to you and stared deeply into your eyes.

“You have to be more careful,” he looked down at your leg again, but the wiggenweld was already helping to close it.

“I’m fine, Seb,” you moved to wrap the bandage around your leg but Sebastian pulled the roll out of your hands.

“Let me,” Sebastian gently picked up your leg so it was resting in his lap.

Ominis and Poppy stole a glance between the two of them and silently apparated back to the castle, leaving the two of you alone in the clearing. You barely even noticed their disappearance, you were too focused on Sebastian and how intimate the moment was. He was gentle with the bandages, worrying that he was going to hurt you more. His fingers grazed the skin around the wound, sending shivers down your spine. Unlike the shiver you got when the poacher tried to kill you, this was a good shiver. There was a knot forming in your stomach as Sebastian carefully finished tending to your leg.

“Am I going to make it, Nurse Sallow?” You joked.

“Just barely,” Sebastian moved your leg out of his lap, “You’re lucky I was here.”

“I could have taken care of it myself,” you said, annoyed that he didn’t have faith in your ability to take care of yourself.

“You could have,” Sebastian nodded, “But it’s kind of nice to have someone taking care of you, don’t you think?”

You blushed, he was right. It was nice to have him there in a moment of weakness. Ever since your fifth year, Sebastian had been your protector. He was always there when you went after dark wizards and goblins. You hated yourself for starting the whole argument but before you could apologize, Sebastian did.

“I’m sorry about the Amit thing,” Sebastian said, refusing to make eye contact with you.

“The Amit thing?” You laughed, Sebastian scowled at you, “Sebastian, it’s okay. I’m the one who needs to apologize.”

“Why do we always do this?”

“Do what?”

“Argue, hate each other, make up, repeat,” Sebastian sighed and leaned back on his hands.

“I don’t know,” you couldn’t think of a witty response.

“I think I’m scared,” Sebastian said after a painfully long pause.

“Scared of what?”

“Being honest.”

The silence between the two of you was deafening. You understood what he was saying, but didn’t want to face it either. Instead of saying anything Sebastian pulled you towards him, laying down in the dirt so your head could rest on his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around you. In that moment absolutely nothing could get to you, you were safe. No words were exchanged, but you both knew what Sebastian was trying to say. You relaxed into his arms, smiling to yourself. I’m never letting go of him again, you decided.

#just something cute and easy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfic #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #fablefics #sebastian sallow x reader

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Wn prompt: 'please'

[anyway we love switzerland era panic; lil bit from girls against god part 4 for @unicyclehippo]

it's not that you meant to see anything; you had just been taking out the trash because hans was busy at the bar and ava was on her fifteen minute break. but then you're in the alleyway and ava is pressed up against the dirty brick wall, imani — one of your regulars, and one of your favorites — leaning into kiss her again.

your pulse pounds in your ears and you inexplicably feel like you're about to burst into tears: but ava is not yours, and it's her break, and, while it may be irresponsible and is certainly not preparing her to save the world in any way, you don't feel like you can say anything, or stop her in any way.

she opens her eyes at the noise of the door opening, and then she's pushing imani back after she catches sight of you.

'sorry imani,' she says, casual and with an unapologetic but kind smile, 'my break is almost over. great time, though.'

you go back inside as imani is laughing, happy, and nothing is serious even though you feel like you're going to stop breathing any second. you go to the supply closet just so you can gather yourself, and your whole body feels like it's about to explode out of your skin.

eventually, you manage to calm down, just a little, and it's the end of your shift anyway. ava is, blessedly, busy, and so you wave to hans and scurry away; perhaps a little cowardly, but you might throw up, and it's all too revelatory for you to bear calmly.

you eat dinner in silence, not even turning on the tv or a podcast on your phone or opening a book, making your way through the leftover pasta ava had left in the fridge, cold, dutifully. you get ready for bed — wash your face, brush your teeth, change into pajamas — and curl up under the blanket. you lie there, go over everything in your mind: ava had been kissing someone; ava had been kissing a girl.

the front door opens eventually, as it was bound to do: ava always comes home. you hear her drink a glass of water and then stumble around the bathroom, trying and not succeeding at all in being quiet. she changes in the dark; of course, you don't look. you might be able to admit to yourself, shaky, that you want to, that you long to, but you've made your vows and you are here to protect her, to train her, and nothing more.

she lies down next to you in bed, softly, and after a few seconds she rolls over.

'bea?'

you stay silent.

'i know you're not asleep.'

you sigh, turn over so you can face her. her features are softer in the relief in the moonlight; she looks, you can admit, angelic.

'please talk to me.'

'i'm not mad.' you find, inexplicably, this is the most important place to start.

'oooookay,' she says, 'but you seem kinda mad.'

'i'm not,' you say.

'you don't — it didn't mean anything,' she says, a little desperate, unexpected. 'i've just never kissed a girl before.'

'you — you're interested in women?'

ava smiles, lighter again, and laughs a little. 'yeah,' she says, shrugs. 'who wouldn't be? women are... soft and kind and smell good and beautiful.'

you don't have anything to say; all you want, in your whole heart, is to press your lips to hers. you think, a little tired and a little sad and full of years of pent up longing, you would die for it. you would die for her.

'is that... a problem?'

'oh,' you say, 'of course not, ava. i'm just... i'm a little surprised, is all.'

'i mean, i cut my hair and have been wearing this stupid little cap backward for all its worth. i'd sure hope girls would notice me, at least sometimes.'

it hangs in the air for a second — you notice her; you always have — before she pinches your side and you laugh, just once, reluctantly but a blessing nonetheless.

'ava, please.'

it comes out a little strangled and she snorts a laugh and then shrugs.

'i won't do it again.'

'you — you could, as long as it doesn't distract you from training or jeopardize our cover.'

she shrugs. 'nah. imani isn't the girl i want to kiss.'

you feel like all the breath has been sucked out of your lungs, kind of like when you'd gotten hit in the stomach with a bow staff at 17 and had spent minutes gasping for air.

'i — it would be — you know what,' she says, 'never mind.'

'ava.'

'nah, it's cool.' she wiggles her way nearer to you, pushes on your hip until you turn over and she can wrap her arms around you. you tried to fight it for weeks but this is the most consistent way you can both sleep through the night, the halo facing the door just in case, her knees tucked safely behind yours. 'you're a nun, and all that.'

you're too tired to ask what that means, although you're pretty sure you know. you would die to kiss her; you would give up every vow you'd made to any god.

but not now. tonight, you think of the way imani's hands had flitted gentle and greedy over ava's hips, the way you had heard the hitch of ava's breath. desire is no stranger to you, despite your reticence and discipline.

'sleep well, ava,' you say, and she snores softly in response, lips gently pressed against your spine.

#wn #warrior nun fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #there's no way ava hasn't made out with a girl & u can't convince me otherwise #she's in love w bea the whole time obviously but... she's kinda slutty & we LOVE that abt her #ava: does anything / bea: gay panic

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Merry-Go-Round Magic: Andy's POV

Summary: Told from Andy's POV. Andy and Reader’s finally have their first date, but what happens when things don't quite go as planned? Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Read the original Merry-Go-Round Magic.

Read Morning After Magic.

*Warnings: Fluff, Slightly Insecure Andy Barber, Andy Barber Cuddles, Annoyed Reader, Confident Reader, Second Chances, First Date Floof, Cursing, Pet Names, Minors DNI

A/N: Please give me your feedback on this one! This is part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. As always, please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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“Come on, man.” Andy mutters under his breath as he takes another sip of his whiskey. “Fucking talk to her before she leaves.” Trying his best not to be too obvious, his eyes stray yet again to the ebony haired pixie who was chatting animatedly with a friend less than fifteen feet away from him.

Known for his tenacity In the courtroom Andrew Barber was a force to be reckoned with, but for some reason he couldn’t get his feet to move. Letting out a resigned sigh, he turns his attention back to his drink, only to be surprised a few moments later when he feels a small hand on his shoulder.

“Hi there.” Her tinkling voice sounds even lovelier than she looks. “You look like you could use another one of those.” She gestures towards his now empty glass. “If you wanna be my friend, you’ll let me take care of that for you.”

Andy can’t help the smile that breaks out across his features. “Well, beautiful, If you want to be my friend then you’ll tell me your name and maybe have a drink with me. What do you say?”

“It’s Y/N. And yours?”

“Andrew. Andrew Barber, actually. But please, call me Andy.”

“Okay, Andy.”

The two continue to chat briefly before Andrew asks if he can maybe take her out some time.

“You know, my life has been kind of like a merry-go-round lately, but sure. Why not? I think I’m up for one more ride.” She grins, blessing him once again with her sweet smile.

“I promise you won’t regret it.” He assures her, his hand reaching for her own.

They thankfully manage to exchange numbers before her friend comes over to drag her away. And even though he doesn’t want to, he lets her go. He stares at her retreating form, silently noting how good her ass looks in that champagne colored dress. Then he tucks her number into his pocket and promises himself that he’ll reach out tomorrow.

You see, Andy was many things, but stupid wasn’t one of them. He’d felt the zing between them. There was no way he was going to pass this up, because if anyone deserved to feel a little magic…it was him.

Over the next two weeks, the two chat off and on via text. There was also the occasional phone call, but since they were both busy people, those didn’t happen often. And to be honest, he finds himself grinning like a little schoolboy every time his phone pings.

Tonight, the two were going on their first official date and he could not fucking wait. Time seemed to drag on and on. All he wanted was to fast forward through the day. The man cared about virtually little else.

He’d even offered to pick her up tonight but she had declined, opting to catch a cab instead. It was kind of a bummer, but he understood. He was a stranger and she wanted to ensure her safety. Frankly, he was proud of her for being cautious.

Even if it meant that he had to wait a little bit longer to be in her presence...

—

Later that day…

Andy patiently stands outside of Cibo Matto, a new downtown hotspot. Reservations were booked out at least a month ahead of time, but he knew a guy who owed him a favor. And tonight it was time to collect. This girl deserved only the best, and if he wanted a shot at a second date then he was seriously going to have to sweep her off her delicate little feet.

He bounces on his heels as he waits for her to arrive. She was close, he knew that much from her last text. But he’d been on pins and needles all day. He just wanted to see her, talk to her, hear her laugh…

Was that too much too soon? Maybe.

Did he care? Not really.

When her cab finally pulls up to the curb he jogs over to grab her door before she can, taking a moment to help her out of the vehicle. And then he motions for her to put her clutch away before leaning inside the passenger window to hand the cabbie a fifty dollar bill.

“Thanks for getting her here safely.” Andrew tells him. “Keep the change and have a good night.”

“Um, Andrew, thank you, but you didn’t have to do that. Let me pay you back –”

He cuts her off with a mock glare. “Don’t even think about it, Y/N.” He kisses her hand and then her cheek, before stepping back to get a good look at his date. Which, in turn, allows her to get a good look at him as well. God, this woman was spectacular.

“You look gorgeous, baby.” Andrew murmurs softly. “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to tonight. I’m pretty sure I overloaded my poor interns today due to my lack of concentration, but damn was it worth it to see you like this.” His eyes roam over every inch of her, making her giggle.

“Let’s get you inside, hmm.” He offers up his arm. “And please, Y/N, call me Andy.” She offers him a dazzling smile for his trouble.

“Okay, Andy.” His responding grin is enough to make her heart stutter. “I’d, um, be lying if I said I hadn’t been looking forward to tonight as well. It was maybe kinda all I could think about.”

Andy grabs the restaurant door and ushers her inside. “Good.” He leans down to whisper in her ear. “You don’t know how happy that makes me.”

Having anticipated their arrival, the maître d' is quick to lead them to their table. After handing over the menus, he promises that their waiter will be with them shortly. Ever the gentleman, Andy pulls out her chair before seating himself.

Say something, man. Don’t fuck this up.

“Ah, um, Andy…” She coughs, feeling her cheeks heat all over again. “You’re staring.”

Shit!

“Sorry, sweetheart. I’m not trying to be rude, I just, uh…” One hand reaches back to rub the nape of his neck. “You’re just so beautiful that I get kind of lost, you know? It’s like I lose all train of thought.” He gives her a sheepish look.

She reaches over to grab his hand and gives it a playful squeeze. “I didn’t think you were trying to be rude. I was more concerned that maybe there was a spider in my hair or something and you were too afraid to tell me.”

“No, Y/N. No spiders, I promise. Now tell me, have you been here before?”

“Nope. I’ve heard good things though.” The waiter picks that moment to stop by the table. He introduces himself, only to leave and then return with a basket of fresh, warm bread and two dishes of infused olive oil.

“Ladies first. Go on and grab a piece, Y/N - their bread is fantastic.” Andy nudges the basket towards her. “You like it?” He asks, his eyes shining with amusement at the unconscious moan that escapes her lips.

“It’s so good, Andy. Like, nothing should be this good. I’m going to apologize in advance, but you’re going to need to get your own bread. This basket is mine.” She giggles before tilting the basket towards him.

He opens his mouth to say something when a man approaches the table. “Well if it isn’t Andy Barber! Good to see you!” Andy offers his date an apologetic look before standing and extending his hand to greet the other man. “Nice to see you, Dale.”

Now please kindly fuck off.

“I just wanted to congratulate you on your most recent victory in court. I didn’t see all of it, but I heard you were impressive as always.” The short, slightly balding man vigorously shakes his hand.

“I appreciate that.” Andy responds, looking mildly uncomfortable. “It was a tough case. But it wasn’t just me, a lot of folks were involved. A lot of hard work went into –”

“Ahh, nonsense!” Dale interjects. “Come with me for a moment. I’ve got a few people I need you to meet.” Andy’s eyes once again glance back to his date’s big brown ones.

“Look, Dale. Ordinarily I would, but as you can see, I’m on a date right now.” He gestures towards her way. “I’m sorry, I should have introduced you two. Dale Matthews, this is Y/N, my lovely companion for the evening.” She smiles and waves.

“Nice to meet you, dear. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to borrow our District Attorney for a moment. You understand.” He says dismissively, offering her a placating smile.

No, you pompous jackass. Not tonight. Andy thinks to himself. Tonight is supposed to be all mine.

“Dale, it’s just going to have to wait. I’m with this stunning young lady tonight and she’s my priority so –” Andy is once again cut off when another man joins them at their table.

What the fuck? Were they blind? Couldn’t they see that he was fucking busy trying to woo this beautiful woman?

“Hey there, Barber!”

Argh! If there was ever a time to forget my name, now would be it.

“I’ve been trying to find some time on your calendar to meet with you, but you’ve been booked solid. Dale and I have a couple folks we’d like to introduce you to. They’re right over there.” He points to a table located somewhere in the back, which is partially obscured from view.

Andy lets out a weary sigh. “I’m on a date, guys. Another time.”

“Nonsense.” The other man waves off his protests. “It’ll be quick. You understand, don’t you, sweetheart?”

No, she doesn’t. And neither do I. These douchebags don’t know when to leave well enough alone. But he did have a meeting with the Mayor coming up soon, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt if he just stepped away for the quickest of seconds.

Andy looks over at the woman across from him, clearly torn. “Y/N, I’ll be quick. I swear.” She nods, trying to hide her irritation. “I’m sorry, okay? Two minutes. That’s it.” Accepting her polite acquiescence for what it is, he leaves the table and walks off with the men.

She leans back in her seat as she feels the magic that had once surrounded the night begin to dwindle. The waiter stops by to ask if she has any questions about the menu, or if she wants to hear the specials, only for her to shrug and politely explain that her date had to momentarily step away.

As he leaves, she grabs another piece of bread and aggressively dips it into the oil, downing it in three bites. And then she picks up another. Once that slice is gone, she glances at her phone. She patiently waits another five minutes before getting up to go to the bathroom as she contemplates her next move.

—

Ten minutes later…

The longer Andy waits by the empty table, the more his feelings of panic grow. How long did a woman normally spend in a restaurant bathroom? She couldn’t have left, right? He stops their waiter as he goes to brush by him.

“I’m sorry, Francois, but did you happen to see the woman I came in here with? Beautiful, short, wearing a black blazer and pink blouse with –”

“Of course.” The gentleman clears his throat. “Apologies for interrupting, but the woman you’re describing spoke with Georgio before taking her leave a few moments ago. Would you like to keep the table?”

No, dipshit. Not unless it comes with my fucking date.

“No. No, I wouldn’t. Thanks.”

Picking up his phone, he gives into temptation and shoots her a text. So what if he ended up looking stupid? He was a desperate man willing to do whatever it took to salvage what was left of this fucking shitshow.

Andy: Shit, Y/N. Where’d you go?

Y/N: You seemed busy and my time is precious. Good night, Andrew.

Had she gone home already? No, no, no!

Andy: Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. Please believe me. Just tell me where you are.

She couldn’t have gotten far. He might still be able to catch her. Andy thinks to himself as he hits the “call” button.

Y/N: Keep your apologies because I don’t need them

Fuck! She’d sent him straight to voicemail.

Andy: Please answer, baby. At least let me know that you’re safe.

You: I’m a big girl who can take care of herself, Andrew. Now, in case you didn’t catch it the first time: Good Night.

That was it. He was going to track down his woman and demand that she give him a chance to make things right. Andy didn’t care if it took all night. In fact, he would almost prefer that it did. Because he wasn’t ready to give up on the evening just yet.

Now, where the hell could she have gone?

His eyes stray to Georgio, the maître d'. Yep, he’d start with him. He thinks as he pulls his wallet out of his back pocket before striding over to the older man.

It was time to make some magic happen…

—

Fifteen minutes later, Andy strolls into Obsidian. His intense blue eyes searching the spot for his little Y/N. His heart begins hammering in his chest when he finally spots her tiny form sitting at the bar waiting to cash out.

“Put her drinks on here, thanks.” He says, leaning over her shoulder to hand the bartender his card. She turns to face him, not bothering to disguise her fury. Yes, he’d pissed her off, but he could work with that.

He’d take anger over indifference any day.

“Y/N…” He breathes, looking down at her. “I -”

“What do you want, Andrew?” She huffs. “Better yet, how’d you even find me?”

He shrugs his big shoulders. “I might have bribed Georgio.” And he had, with a crisp $100 bill. His hair is all mussed as if he’d been running his fingers through it. Which he had been. Constantly. Ever since he’d realized she’d up and left the restaurant.

She blinks up at him.”Well, good for you. I can’t believe I have to say this for yet a third time, but goodnight, Andrew.”

“It’s Andy, baby.” His hand grabs her wrist as she turns to leave. “And I meant what I said. I’m sorry. I screwed up, okay? I tracked you down to ask you for a do-over. And…” He trails off when he gets a good look at her face. “Oh, Y/N, please tell me you weren’t crying.”

She tries to pull away. “I most certainly was not.” She tugs again but his grip, while gentle, remains steady. “And even if I did, it certainly wasn’t because of your stupid face, Andy.”

He lets out a deep sigh and uses just a fraction of his strength to pull her stiff body against his own so he can wrap his arms around her. “I’m sorry that you maybe, most likely, definitely did not cry because of me.” Her perfume smells like orchids and sunshine. “Let me fix this. I’m asking for a do-over. No, I take that back, I’m demanding it.”

This time he allows her to pull away. “You demand it? Is that right?” Her hands go to her hips as she gifts him with her most intimidating glare. Which he finds adorable by the way.

“That’s what I said, gorgeous.” He crosses his arms. “Any man worth his salt can and will acknowledge when they’ve fucked up, which is what I’m doing now. And in return, you’re going to let me feed you and show you the night I had planned for us before things went off the rails.”

She continues to glare at him for a moment as she weighs her options.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Which shin I should kick you in.” She grumbles.

“Why choose?” He responds, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’ll offer up both of ‘em. The pain will be a small price to pay if it means having you back on my arm again.” Andy responds, wiggling his eyebrows.

Come on, sweet girl. Give me a smile. Just one.

She tries not to smile and fails. For now, she decides to blame it on the alcohol, not the big man’s charming personality or his swagger. “Argh, fine. But I don’t want to go back to where we were before.”

Andy offers her his arm, which she hesitantly accepts. “That’s not where I’m taking you, Y/N. I initially took you to that restaurant because I wanted to impress you, but I see I went about it all wrong. The point of a date is to get to know someone, so I want to take you to a place I go when I need to get back to my roots.” His large, slightly calloused hand briefly cups her face, his thumb stroking its way across her brow. “You game?”

Her eyes flutter closed as she nods. “Yes, Andy.” She breathes. “I want you to show me the real you.”

“Then let’s go.”

And just like that, magic had returned once again.

—

Arm in arm, a giddy Andy leads his lady down the street. He had a lot of making up to do, and he couldn’t afford to fuck up. He hoped to God he was making the right decision by taking her to his favorite place…

“Andy?” He looks down at her with a combination of relief and contentment on his face. “I think I should let you know now that these boots weren’t really made for walking.”

“Huh?” What did she mean? Her shoes looked perfectly fine.

“I mean that, while they’re nice shoes, they’re not necessarily the best when it comes to, uh, traveling long distances on foot.”

“Ahh, I see.” He chuckles. “Are they hurting you now?”

“Not yet.” She responds. “But I figured I’d put it out there ahead of time.”

Andy pauses mid-step to wrap his arms around her again. God, how he loved holding her. It was like she fit perfectly in his arms. “We’re almost there, but thank you for telling me. If it gets too bad at any point tonight, I suppose I’ll just have to carry you.” His eyes zero in on her lips, as if mesmerized. “I’ll settle for any excuse to hold you, baby.” Her flushed cheeks make him smile.

Honestly, it was good to know that she was just as affected by his presence as he was hers.

After another moment of heated silence, the two resume walking, eventually coming to a halt in front of a little hole-in-the-wall joint called Enzo’s. “This is it.” He murmurs in her ear, barely resisting the urge to nip the tempting flesh. “Let’s get you fed.”

The inside of the place is nicer than the exterior lets on. It’s clean and well lit, and it doesn’t stink of stale beer like some bars do. It’s busy, but not overly packed. Andy waves to the bartender, who happily greets him by name.

“Hey, Mitch. Good to see you, buddy.” He holds out his hand to the dark-haired man.

“Always a pleasure, Andy. It’s been too long. You gotta start coming around here more often, otherwise Camilla and Enzo are going to start thinking you don’t love them anymore.”

“Ah, well, we can’t have that.” Andy chuckles.

“And speaking of love…” Mitch trails off, his gaze straying to the woman at his side. “Who is this fine looking lady and what in the hell is she doing with you?”

“I’m Y/N.” She says, introducing yourself before holding out your hand. “Give me just a second, dove.” They both watch as he quickly washes and dries his hands. “Don’t want even an ounce of filth to touch you.” He responds when he returns to shake her hand. “Him I don’t care about.” That makes his lady laugh, a little harder than she probably should.

A little harder than Andy likes.

Andy just rolls his eyes and tries to keep the tendrils of jealousy at bay. “Speaking of Enzo and Camilla, are they here tonight? I need the works, especially since I already struck out once and really can’t afford to screw up again.” He winks down at her.

“Yeah, I’ll let ‘em know you’re here. Your favorite booth is available in the back. I’ll bring you over a couple of menus in a moment.”

“No need.” Andy tells him. Mitch nods before turning to look at you. “And Y/N, if this man even steps so much as a toe out of line, you come let me know and I’ll throw his ass out the back door.”

“Thank you.” She murmurs with an amused grin. “But if he screws up again I’ll do it myself.”

“Oooh…I like her.” Mitch mumbles to himself.

So do I, pal. Now take your eyes off my girl already.

“Yeah, well that’s not happening. Let’s go, sweetheart.” He ushers her towards the back and into a booth.

Once they’re settled across from one another, she gives him a smile. A real, genuine smile. “I, um, I like this place much better, Andy. Now what are you feeding me, mister we don’t need menus?”

He reaches for her hand, intertwining your fingers. “Tell me, baby. Do you like lasagna?”

“Of course I do.” She responds eagerly.

“Good, because while it may not look like it, this place has the best lasagna in town. I’ll get two orders if you want, but one is generally big enough to split.” When the waitress comes over, Andy takes the liberty of ordering a bottle of Chianti, as well as the lasagna, the homemade meatballs, and an order of stuffed mushrooms as an appetizer.

“You should have led with this, Andy.” She tells him, her voice suffused with warmth. “This right here is the man that I wanted to meet.”

He lets his head hang for a moment. It was time for this hotshot attorney, the Bad Boy of Boston, to be honest here. “Y/N…I…I’m not good at this. It’s been a long time. It’s not an excuse, it just is what it is.”

“Hey.” She leans across the table to take his face in her hands. “It’s been a long time for me too. I don’t know what you’ve been through, and maybe if this goes somewhere one day you’ll tell me, but you’re doing fine.” She leans in to kiss his forehead. “I’m here with you, aren’t I? And it’s not because you demanded it, you ogre. It’s because I want to be, alright?”

He smiles at her then, one of the brightest she’s ever seen. And just like that, he could feel his confidence begin to return. He had this in the bag, all he had to do was be himself.

Y/N settles back in her seat just as the mushrooms and a set of plates are delivered to the table. Andy is quick to spoon some of the cheesy, sausage filled, bread crumby delights onto a dish. He cuts into one and softly blows on it before bringing the fork to her lips.

Her eyes never leave his own as she accepts the bite. The bread at Cibo Matto was good, but it had nothing on these mushrooms. She lets out an audible moan as her eyes roll to the back of her head.

“Good?” He murmurs as he offers her another taste, which she happily accepts.

“Better, Andy. This is fucking bliss.” He laughs at that. “Just wait for the meatballs, baby. If you’re not addicted to me yet, one bite of those and you will be.” He goes to feed her another piece of mushroom, only for her to refuse it under the pretense of wanting him to eat some too. Which was too bad, because Andy would happily feed his girl whatever she wanted for the rest of the night.

And the meatballs, when they finally arrived, were positively sinful.

While they waited for the next course, they talk about…pretty much everything. Their work, their families, what they liked to do on weekends. She talks about her love of cooking and trying new recipes, while he shares that he was hopeless in the kitchen. He confides to her about his love of musicals, while she tells him she prefers plays.

Andy casually mentions that he had been married once, and that he’d lost a child. He doesn’t go into it too deeply, not wanting to sour the mood. Thankfully, she doesn’t press him on it, but she senses his pain nonetheless.

They talk about the last books they’ve read. He finds it adorable the way she describes her favorite urban fantasy novel to him, almost as if she’s recounting it page by page. Honestly, if he had his way, he’d listen to her all night.

She shares her love of corny jokes, her irrational fear of birds, and her fascination with horror movies. Andy winces at that last part, muttering that he much rather preferred a good action flick or a comedy. But inwardly he resolves himself to the fact that if his lady liked horror, he would power through as long as it meant he got to hold her in his lap.

Why was he suddenly thinking so far ahead?

And then came the lasagna. Between the two of them, they manage to clean the whole damn plate.

Stuffed to the brim, Y/N leans her head back against the booth. “Oh Andy…” She moans before she can catch herself.

He looked forward to one day hearing her say his name like that over and over again…in bed.

After he pays the bill, he smiles and helps her out of the booth. “C’mon, Princess. There’s still one more stop left on this tour.” That has you groaning.

“Andy, I’m so stuffed I don’t know if I’m gonna make it.” Her hand goes to rub her belly before throwing her arms around him and pulling him close. “Thank you for dinner, darling. It was fabulous. Almost as fabulous as my dinner companion.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Now I guess I’ll try to power through. Where to next, Mr. Barber?”

—

Andy was having the fucking time of his life giving his girl a fucking piggyback ride…all because she told him her feet hurt. And he certainly couldn’t have that. Not on his watch.

“Andy.” She whines softly. “Are you sure, I’m not too heavy? I ate a lot of food back there…”

“Hush, baby.” He admonishes gently. “First of all you weigh practically nothing, and secondly, I ate just as much as you did. But let me tell you right now, I love a girl who can eat.”

She tickles his ears in response. “Stop that! I should never have told you I was ticklish.” What the hell did he care? If tickling him made her laugh, then she could damn well do it all night.

“You’re so strong, Andy. Bet you could bench press me.” She lets out another drunken giggle.

I sure as fuck could, beautiful. Please ask me to try.

“I’d be happy to try that on our next date, Y/N.” He can’t hold back the laugh that rumbles in his chest.

“Oh? You assume there’s gonna be a second date?” She goes to tickle his ears again, which prompts him to try to shake off her hands. “If I have my way, yes there will be. Now behave or you won’t get your surprise.”

Oh, who was he kidding? He was going to give her this regardless. He loved that she acted like a little brat when she was drunk.

His words make her settle down so that she rests her head atop his.

“Okay, Andy. I’ll be good.” Yep. He thinks to himself. Little brat.

A few moments later, he comes to a stop in front of what looks like an amusement park graveyard.

“Andy..?” Her pretty voice trails off.

“Shh, sweetheart. Wait for it.” Thirty seconds later, there’s a loud click and then a buzz as one of the rides comes to life. The merry-go-round is suddenly ablaze with lights, filling the park with a dazzling array of colors and music. And then the ride starts to spin, the differently decorated horses moving up and down.

“Andy…” Y/N slides off his back, her eyes glued to the spectacle taking place in front of them. “What is this?”

“It’s uh…I uh…” He strokes a heavy hand over his beard. Oh, God. Had his lame ass just screwed up again? “It’s just that when we first met, you mentioned that your life had been kind of like a merry-go-round lately, and not in a good way. And, um, I don’t know…I just thought maybe I would try to give you the fun kind.” He shrugs and looks away. “I’m sorry, it’s corny, I know.”

She continues to stare at him in disbelief, her eyes occasionally darting from him to the amusement ride. And then you look back at the lights. “You planned this…for me?”

“Yes, Y/N.” He lets out a deep breath. “For you.”

You had one shot, man. And you just blew it. What the hell had he been thinking –?

Andy’s forced out of his thoughts when he feels a pair of small hands take hold of his face. “You did this for me?” He nods, her thumbs briefly going to massage his temples.

“Andrew Barber.” She says with conviction. “I am going to kiss you now. I hope that’s not a problem.”

What did she just say?

“Why would that be -?”

She slants his mouth over his, doing her best to convey all of her appreciation and gratitude with every curve of her lips, every flick of her tongue. It’s not long before a stunned Andy takes over, cupping the back of her head, just in case she thinks about running off again. Briefly gathering his wits about it, he makes it clear that she is no longer in charge.

His tongue dominates her own, tasting and exploring every inch of her sweet mouth. They both moan into the kiss as she clutches at his shirt. His eager hands go to her ass, lifting her up so that she can wrap her legs around his trim waist.

She pulls away to whisper kisses along his face, his jaw, his throat - any part of exposed skin her mouth can reach. He pulls her back to his lips again, mumbling something about this being the best “thank you” he’s ever received in his life.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers when he finally lets her up for air. “That was aggressive and -”

“Don’t you dare fucking apologize.” He growls, his breathing heavy. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night. Now how about we go have some fun?” Andy lets out a whoop as she all but drags him over to the ride.

Together, they spend at least a good hour running round the platform, jumping on different horses - sometimes separately, sometimes together. And Andy is always right by her side, just in case. He’s there for every yip, every giggle, and every “oof”. He’s quick to learn that his lady can be kind of clumsy.

They dance and sway to the music, laughing as if they don’t have a care in the world. Because right now they don’t. It’s just him, Y/N, and a slew of ornately painted creatures.

“Andy, come on! Just one more ride before we go home!” Her laughter is infectious.

“It’s not going up and down.” She grumbles when he joins her on one last horse.

“It’s because the two of us together are too heavy, Princess. Let me get off so –”

“No, Andy. You stay on. Hold me and I’ll just pretend.”.

“As you wish, baby.” He buries his face in the crook of her neck and just enjoys the sound of her joyful giggles.

Eventually it’s time to go. One again, Andy hoists his now exhausted date onto his back. “Thanks, Al!” He calls over his shoulder to someone you couldn’t see. “I owe you one, pal!”

With that, he trots off towards the street where there’s a cab waiting. Andy hustles her inside, barely holding back a smile when she snuggles up against him. “Thank you, Andy.” Feeling possessive, he holds her head against his chest as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

And to him she was.

“Thank you for giving me a second chance, Y/N. Now let me get you home. What’s your address? Tell the driver.” She quickly rattles it off to the man behind the wheel. Andy also makes a note of it as well.

She falls asleep halfway through the ride back to her place, not that he minds. He hadn’t been joking earlier about looking for any excuse to hold her. Andy gently nudges her awake when they finally pull up in front of her brownstone. Once again, Andy pays her fare, shutting down all protests as he does. “Give me a second.” He tells the driver as he goes to escort her out of the vehicle and up the stairs of her home.

“Andy, tonight was amazing. Thank you. And I’m sorry I fell asleep on you. I didn’t realize how tired I was between the wine and the pasta and the horses.” She offers him an apologetic look. He lightly tugs on one of her curls in response.

“Thank you for giving me a chance. This was one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time.” He looks a little nervous now. “Can I see you again?”

She pretends to think for a moment, resting the side of her head against the ront door. “That depends.”

“On what?” His brow furrows, his eyes darkening with confusion and a hint of frustration while her hands go to his shirtfront. “Do you like to cuddle?”

What kind of game was this lovely creature playing?

“I fucking love it. Haven’t done it in a long time.” His voice is so serious it momentarily takes her aback.

“Settle down, Teddy Bear. You wanna come up?”

“Seriously?” He asks, his voice filled with surprise.

“Yep. You wanna cuddle…and only cuddle, you follow me. But that’s all we’re doing so -” Before she can finish, Andy turns to the cab driver. “Bye, buddy! Thanks for the ride - I’m gonna go cuddle with my girl!”

“Oh my god, you are ridiculous.” She rolls her eyes at him before holding out her hand, which he readily accepts. “Come on. We can discuss the possibility of a second date tomorrow. Depending on how good you snuggle with me.”

“Challenge accepted, baby.” Andy mutters under his breath as you lead him inside.

Challenge accepted.

—

Andy can barely contain his grin as she leads him up the stairs to her apartment. Tonight had been one hell of a whirlwind for sure. In a matter of hours, he had somehow managed to have the worst, followed by the best, date of his life. And now the little pixie with wild curls had invited him to stay the night.

Sure she had said that she only wanted to cuddle, and he respected that. But if she changed her mind, well…he respected that too.

As long as he got to spend time with Y/N he did not give a fuck.

“Well,” she says as she unlocks the door and gestures inside. “This is me, Andrew. Enter at your own risk. Oops - sorry. I mean, Andy. Enter at your own risk, Andy.” She throws him a playful wink over her shoulder.

Her place is a little on the small side and is tastefully decorated in shades of gray and pink. Closing the door behind him, an ever-curious Andy follows his date into the kitchen before gratefully accepting a bottle of cold water she pulls from the fridge.

He can tell she’s nervous. And truth be told, so is he.

“Remember,” she tells him, her determined although slightly shaking hand goes to rest on her hip. “Snuggles only, Big Man.” She quirks one dark brow as if daring him to protest. “This cookie is off limits until I say otherwise. You good with that?”

“Fuck yeah, I am. If it’s cuddles you want, then it’s cuddles you shall have.” Now it’s his turn to wink.

“Good.” The tiny sprite mumbles to herself. “So far so good.” But her hand is still shaking.

“Baby girl.” Andy coos softly. “Y/N, are you okay?” She clears her throat and then takes a long sip of her drink. “Just say the word and I’ll go.” Closing the distance between them, Andy reaches out to gently cup her jaw, the slightly roughened pad of his thumb stroking over the curve of her cheek. “So long as you let me come back in oh, I dunno, say five or six hours so I can take your beautiful self out for breakfast.”

At least give me that much, sweetheart. Please.

He’s relieved when he receives a blush and a giggle for his trouble.

“I want to do this, I do. I wouldn’t have invited you up if I didn’t want you here. I’m just protective of my space is all. This is my sanctuary, so you should feel lucky to have received an invitation, even though you’re not getting lucky tonight, handsome.”

“I’m a lucky man, indeed, Y/N.” He is quick to agree, lest he accidentally give her the wrong idea.

“Would you like another drink, Mr. Barber? Or perhaps the private tour of Casa Y/N/L/N? It’s kinda late, so I’m afraid this tour is going to have to start and end with my bedroom.”

“Water is fine, sweet girl.” He pulls her close, wrapping one brawny arm around her waist. “Let’s get you to bed.”

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Fifteen Minutes Later…

After stripping off his shirt and pants, Andy sits on the edge of the bed to wait for his girl. Yeah, it was early, probably way too early for him to be thinking the way he was, but so what? Maybe if he played his cards right then his wish would be granted.

Now clad in only a pair of black boxers, he takes a moment to survey the cozy room, colored in various shades of pink and purples, complete with a matching wicker papasan chair in the corner. A few moments later she emerges from the bathroom wearing a pair of adorable Winnie the Pooh pajama shorts and a cami.

“Woah,” she breathes. Andy would have to be blind to miss the way she was checking him out. His confidence at an all-time high, he puffs out his chest a little allowing her to get a good, long look at his tattoo-covered torso.

“Like what you see, baby?”

“Yes. I mean wow. I mean hi.” She clears her throat. “Sorry, Andy. Your tattoos threw me off, I mean, I just didn’t expect you to have them, err, so many of them that is. Not that there’s anything wrong with – oh God. “It’s – they make you look unbelievably hot. Can I say that to you? Ahh, crap. I just said that part out loud didn’t I?”

He watches in amusement as she keeps going without showing any signs of slowing down.

“I have a tattoo too. I’ll tell you about mine if you tell me about yours. But you don’t have to. They just look so intricate and – did that one hurt? Fuck, I can’t seem to shut up. Sorry, shutting up and –”

“Baby, breathe.” Andy is suddenly in front of her, his big, warm hands going to gently grip her biceps. “There you go. Good girl.” He praises as he pulls her down onto the bed.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, unconsciously burying her face in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t be, Y/N.” He coos softly before repositioning their bodies so that they’re relaxing comfortably. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. Hell, I’ll even talk you to sleep if you want…”

Pulling away slightly, she gives him a soft look. “Did you just offer to tell me a bedtime story, Andy?”

“I did, so get comfy and I’ll tell you all about this one right here.” Gripping her much smaller hand in his, he helps her fingers trace the artwork marking his right pectoral. Her eyelids droop as he begins to speak. “So, I got this one when I traveled to…” Andy allows his own fingers to thread themselves through her curls as he soothes her to sleep.

“Good night, Big Man.” She murmurs as she drifts off.

“Good night, Sweet Girl.” He whispers back.

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ohmotherwhereartthou-if · 8 months

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Me and my friend love your story. We can't wait for chapter 2. I saw this on another interactive fiction blog but how would the romantic interests react catching their kid sneaking out while they are a teen to see their lover.

Hello,

Thank you for the kind words! I'm glad you and your friend like it. 💙

I'm working away on act 2, we are getting there. 😉

Now unto your ask,

Cassandra: Ooh they are so dead lol. She would totally be the type to be sitting in a chair, in the dark waiting for them to creep through. She is so damn mad but won't yell, she sounds very calm; which makes the whole scenario even more terrifying. In classic Latina mom fashion, you are never too old for a ass whooping and I expect that is exactly what they are about to receive. Grounded for 4 months at least. After she has called down she will give them a very serious "I am very disappointed with you" talk, she expects better behavior from her children and while she will always love them, she will not tolerate being lied to.

Cass: ...

Kid: ...

Cass: ...So, who's the guy/girl?

Valeria: Laughs at the theatrics and tells them they should know better than to try and keep secrets from the nosiest woman alive. The only punishment they are getting is her dragging them to the table and having to tell her all the details. Why did you think you needed to hide this from her? Are you embarrassed? Who's the lucky guy/girl? No wait, let her guess... She then proceeds to list literally everyone she knows her kid has ever talked to. The whole conversation is very painful, for the kid; Valeria is having the time of her life.

Tomás: Ouch. He is very hurt, you can see it clearly on his face. Why did they hide this from him? This is the equivalent of lying to him, he takes that very personally. He is quiet for a moment and I think the kid would be too, once he gathers his thoughts his voice is quiet but firm, "Just... go to your room. Please."; he decides to handle this in the morning, after spending most of the night awake brooding and taking comfort cuddling with MC. He feels like he failed as a dad if even his own kids feel like they need go lie to him. If the kid is a boy he will have a father-son conversation with him in the morning, talk about how he doesnt need to lie and how to know your with the right girl and all of that. If he has a daughter, God help the idiot who convinced her to sneak out; as soon as Tomás finds out who is trying to woo his baby girl away from him he is killing the little bastard.

Ludovica: Heartbroken her kid thinks they need to hide anything from her. She wants to be their confidant, somebody they can always confide in, with anything. This shows that her child doesn't feel this way about her and this just breaks her heart. Definitely cries and asks MC to handle the situation but to not too so harsh on them.

Aurelio: Smirks and acknowledges that they are definitely his kid. He makes a big show pretending that he is mad when he really is not, he chastises them and says they are in so much trouble! As he promptly drags MC front in center saying "As you mother/father is about to explain!". Laughs when MC glares at him, winks to the kid and goes to make them some coffee. He has a feeling that it's going to be a long night.

Elio: Blinks at them as they tried sneaking in, only to come in through the window right next to where he was reading. They stare at each other in silence for a minute until Elio goes back to his book and tells them not to tell MC and next time don't be such a moron in their sneaking methods.

#omwat #OMWAT #ask #ludovica #cassandra #elio #valeria #aurelio #tomas

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butterflylixie · 1 year

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the first time i saw you | two - first impressions

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

word count: 1k

genre: smut, angst, non-idol!au, friends to lovers, highschool!au

warnings: smut, mentions of abuse, kidnapping, bullying, alcohol | warning will be added to each chapter

blurb: He’s had his eyes on her since the first time he saw her, way back in the first grade. She was adorable with her big eyes and chubby cheeks. But as she grew up, she transformed into a beautiful, young woman. He could hardly keep his eyes off of her whenever she walked into a room or brushed by him in the hallway. But he’s never even attempted to make a move on her. They were two completely different people. She was a shy, timid girl who was hardly noticed. He was a popular, outgoing athlete who was known to the whole school. But he wants her and is determined to finally take a chance.

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Chan bit his lip as his eyes looked out in the crowd of students filing down the hallway.

Leaning against his locker, he gazed at y/n. She was so perfect. Her hair fell perfectly, reaching the middle of her back. Her big eyes glanced around the hallway as she made her way through the sea of people.

"Chan!" Someone snapped, breaking his gaze. He blinked a couple times before focusing back on his friends. "What?" Chan asked, a little annoyed that they had stolen his attention from y/n.

His friend, Changbin, chuckled while rolling his eyes. "Dude, can you stop drooling over y/n for two seconds?" He asked. Chan gave him a harsh glare, but didn't bother with a comeback.

"Look, if you like her so much, then just go ask her out," his other friend, Jisung, said. He rolled his eyes, turning to his locker and opening it. "You know I can't just go up to her and randomly ask her out. She's so shy. I'd probably just creep her out." Chan told him, taking books for his next class out of his locker.

"You don't know that," Jisung argued. Changbin shook his head. "No, he's right. She's probably terrified of him by now with all the staring he does at her," he joked. Chan shut his locker and smacked the back of his head. His laughter made it hard not to crack a smile.

Just then, the warning bell went off, telling us to get to class. Changbin, Jisung, and Chan said their goodbyes and parted ways.

He walked down the hall and rounded the corner, into his class. Walking in, he greeted a few people as he made his way over to his desk. He then sat down and waited for his least favorite class of the day to begin. Biology

For one hour, Chan sat there, just waiting for class to end. He tried to concentrate, but couldn't find his focus. Eventually, he just gave up trying and let his thoughts wander to y/n.

He thought about all of her features; her long hair, her gorgeous eyes, her cute nose, and figure. She's so fragile. All he wanted was to hold her in his arms and keep her safe forever.

The bell snapped Chan out of his thoughts. Quickly, he stood up and scurried out of the classroom.

He met up with Changbin and Jisung as he was making his way to his locker. They started laughing and screwing around, but he stopped paying attention to them once he caught sight of y/n. She was walking in his direction, her eyes focused on the floor. Chan bit his lip anxiously.

As she got closer to me, she looked up for a short moment and met my eyes. Butterflies started to flutter around in his stomach.

He was about to give her a charming smile when he felt something ram into my left side. The harsh impact was enough to make me him lose his balance. Chan started falling before he could catch himself.

Chan felt himself bring someone else down with him as he collapsed into the lockers. He cringed. 'Please, please, don't let it be y/n,' he silently begged. Reluctantly, he looked down at the person that he’d taken down with him.

Sure enough, there was y/n. Chan immediately began to panic as he worried that he had hurt her.

He moved in front of her, crouched down. She was sitting up against the lockers where they had fallen, her body visibly shaking a bit.

"y/n, I am so sorry. Are you okay?" Chan asked with immense concern. He’d never be able to forgive myself if he ever did anything to hurt her. She was the last person he would ever even think of hurting.

Some relief washed over her as she nodded her head. "Are you sure?" he asked, subconsciously reaching out to touch her face. But the second his finger tips brushed the soft skin of her cheek, she flinched and pulled away, gently getting to her feet. "I-I'm okay." She stuttered quietly.

Before he could even stand up myself, she gathered up the books she'd dropped and took off. He remained crouched down in front of the lockers as he watched her hurry away from him, down the hallway. A wave of guilt washed over Chan.

"Are you okay, man?" Jisung asked, helping him back up. Chan nodded, bowing his head to look at the floor. He couldn't believe what had just happened.

"I'm sorry, Chan. I didn't mean to push Changbin so hard," Jisung apologized. Changbin must have fallen into him while he and Jisung were messing around. He shrugged. "It's okay, man." Chan told him, trying not to be upset with him.

He just hoped y/n was okay.

Tag list: @rosexjimin @phobia0325 @lilydaisyyy

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here we go: ‘86 is the title of my fic! this is the prologue i’m so so so excited yet nervous because it’s my first fic published but i hope you guys love it! 🖤

‘86 // The Prologue: THE FREAK AND THE BABE

*TRIGGER WARNING: swearing, mentions of abandonment, nsfw.

MARCH 23, 1985

I quickly gather my things as the bell dismissing us rings. “Thank god, I’m starving.” I think to myself. It was the last day of school before spring break and I couldn’t wait any longer. As well as school being absolutely draining, I have a week off from being harassed by Jason Carver.

Jason Carver is your average jock. Puts his feelings before others, doesn’t care about others. Just your good Ol’ average egotistical jackass. I never quite understood his obsession with me. I’m just a girl who hangs out with the band kids and I also write all the time. A coping skill I acquired dealing with the aftermath of my father leaving.

So, with that being said, I never understood the appeal I had on him. It’s like clockwork. I’ll attempt to sneak into the cafeteria so that I can avoid him, that’s not the case. He’ll always catch me. So, today would most likely not be an exception. A girl can certainly try. I sprint out of my classroom and hurry to the lunchroom, when I’m so rudely interrupted by an egotistical entity. I growl at his presence. “Hi Roxanne, how are you today? He cockily asks while fixing his obnoxious hair. I roll my eyes. “It was going good until you showed up.” I say under my breath.

I continue walking as he does as well, attempting to put his arm around me. I push it away. “No thank you. I don’t need a man to protect me from nothing.” He smirks then snickers. “Okay fine.” I start to grow very impatient and uncomfortable as the entity moves in front of me. I just want to eat something! “Are you at least going to be at the game later? You know, to cheer me on.” My anger grows and I scoff. “You seriously think I’m some bimbo with pom poms in love with you? Please.”

My skin begins to feel hot when suddenly the scent of old spice and weed overrides my senses. Realization hits as I see a leather covered arm wrap around me instantly calming me down. It’s Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Eddie is a senior who is repeating his senior year for a third time next year. I can’t help but to like him. Those eyes draw you in. I also sneak out with Robin to The Hideout to watch him and his band perform. He looks majestic when he shreds. I always find myself wondering if he notices me in the front row.

“Hey babe, is this guy bothering you?” I look at him astonished, blink a couple of times before it clicks. “Yeah. He’s… He’s harassing me about going to the game later and won’t stop.” I look up at Eddie, who gives me reassuring eyes before he sees red. “Carver thinks he can pull a fast one on my girl? Think I wouldn’t notice?” I put my hand on his chest continuing to play the part, only to notice how quickly his heart was beating.

I sneak a peek at Jason, who looks like he’s seen a ghost. “I’m just surprised a pretty thing would go out with a freak like you.” Eddie grows even more angry. “She is not a ‘thing’. She is a woman.” I rub on his chest even more. “A woman that chose the wrong guy.” Jason snaps. Eddie snaps harder. “At least i’m not a scumbag like y-“ I plant my lips on his as I drop my school books to caress his face. The cafeteria grows extremely silent.

His arms wrap around my waist and mine go into his curls as our kiss deepens. My eyes stay closed even though I’d like to see Jason’s face. Eddie stops the kiss and winks at me. I give him a smile. We stop our efforts and look at the pathetic thing. “Anything else Jason?” I ask, raising my eyebrows while still holding Eddie. Speechless, he walks away. I turn to my knight in shining armor. “Thank you so much. He wouldn’t leave me alone. How can I repay you?” Eddie chuckles. “That kiss was definitely something babe, show me what else you can do.” Now it’s me who’s speechless. Eddie kisses me once more and leads me somewhere.

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Eddie leads me to his van, away from the school. My smile intensifies. Eddie notices me smiling and snickers. “You know, you have a really nice smile.” He leans against the van, making the butterflies in my stomach grow. “Really?” I try to hide from embarrassment. “No no darling, don’t hide. I love seeing you smile, especially in the front row.” His cockiness peaks. I start to get flustered. “Oh…” I speak quietly. “I never thought you’d notice.” “Oh no sweetheart. I see you dancing with Robin Buckley. It’s hot catching glances with you.” He opens the van and climbs in before offering his hand. “M’lady.”

I grab his hand, put my foot on the step and he pulls me in. The force of the pull makes me fall into his arms and he wraps his arms around me, catching me. “Wow, I never ever thought I’d be in your arms.” Eddie has. a shit eating grin. “Took us long enough huh?” I laugh with him. “Yeah… But especially you. What took you so long?” That’s when the overwhelming feeling comes as Eddie puts his lips back on mine. My eyes shut immediately as our hands roam all over each other.

The contrast of my warm skin with the chill ones of his rings hits quickly and I need more. His lips are soft and rough. His calloused hands explore beneath my shirt, causing me to shutter a bit. I laugh a bit. “I always see the way Carver approaches you everyday. The way it left you feeling.” Eddie begins to bite and suck on my jawline. Little moans come out of my mouth and into his ears. “I would constantly beat myself up for not coming to help, but today…… fuck. Today was it.” The way he breathes onto my neck and also him talking. Oh fuck.’”I couldn’t stand it any longer. That asshole doesn’t deserve you.”

My hand and fingers go into his locks that have been begging to be pulled. “God Eds.” I moan as his lips travel down to my collarbone. His moans fill his van as I tug and pull. He begins to bite, lick, and suck onto my breasts. His hands hook onto my breasts, gives them a squeeze. He moves them behind me and unclasps my bra. “Finally.” I gasp as his hands get back to my breasts. “I’ve always liked you Rox. I would protect you from anyone and anything, including that piece of shit.”

He continues to do wonders as his hands travel down to my shorts. “I could never work up the courage to talk to you. God you’re so fucking - fuck.” He switches by laying me on the floor and he’s on top. He smirks like a menace. “You get nervous around me?” His brown orbs glisten with lust and love. “Oh darling.” He takes my shorts and throws them. “You didn’t seem nervous pretending to be my girlfriend.” He teases as his fingers glide against my leg.

“That’s because - oh fuck.” His fingers go on the fabric of my panties and start rubbing gently. “That’s because what sweetheart? Use your words.” The pressure of his fingers increased. I moan and whimper. “That’s because… Because I normally get shy around you.” Eddie devilishly grins and chuckles spreading my legs and looks at me with a confused look. “You were scared to talk to me? Baby girl…” He comes up eye level with me and holds my face in his hands. “I don’t bite…” He looks down at my panties. “Not yet, but I’m not scary baby. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for so long.” He rubs my cheek with his thumb.

“I guess… No, it’s silly.” I chuckle. “What is it sweetheart?” I give him a yearning smile. “When I was ten, my parents split. My father left… I just always thought all men were like that. It’s silly.” His eyebrows furrow a bit. “I’m so sorry Rox… He seems like a real asshoel.” “He is. My brother Dustin misses him but I can’t stand the thought of him.” My father is in prison. I live with my Uncle Wayne. He’s really great.” “What happened to your dad? Your mom?”

“My father, I honestly don’t remember much. He’s committed several crimes. My mom left shortly before he went. Uncle Wayne took me in and he’s been in my life ever since.” I lightly smile. “Maybe I should meet him.” His eyes brighten. “You will darling. You will.” We both smile and chuckle. I moan when his thumb brushes against me.

“Did you want to keep going?” He raises his eyebrows. “Oh my god please.” I whine as he smirks going back down to my center. His slender fingers wrap around the hem of my panties and pull them down quickly. I twitch a bit at the cold air. Eddie is in awe at the sight in front of him. “God you’re so fucking beautiful• He says under his breath. I laugh wickedly. “You think so?” I tease. “Oh baby, you’re gorgeous.” He pants. “I just can’t wait to taste you.” He circles his right index finger and middle finger around my core slowly. It’s pure ecstasy. He stick them in and starts pumping in and out of me.

“Oh my god Eds.” I groan. “Please.” He lowers himself more and his tongue licks slowly as his fingers reach my clit. His fingers start circling around rapidly. His tongue darts in and out of me. “God you’re fucking divine.” He moans as he tastes more of me. I can already feel my high approach. But I don’t want him to stop. He’s just unreal. This is ecstasy. “Ed-Eddie. I’m gonna cum.” He laughs against my core, vibrating it. “Go for it sweetheart.” I groan as I release.

I can feel myself tremble as Eddie takes everything I gave him. He licks everything up. I start panting as he comes back up for air. He’s a panting mess as well. His hair is disheveled and unkempt. Added with sweat. “You, my darling, are magnificent.” I blush at the compliment. “I need you.” We pant some more. “Not now sweetheart. We’ll save that for later. For now, we have to go on with our school day.” I chuckle. “Wow Eddie Munson actually gives a shit about school.” He laughs and hands me my shorts “Come by after school. I’d love to, um, have you.” I grab my discarded bra and put it on. I then grab his face and kiss him.

“You already have me sweetheart.” I give him a daring smirk. I sit on his lap with his member poking me. We get into a steamy passionate kiss as if everything disappears. We don’t even hear the faint sound of the bell ringing. We pull away from each other. “Damn Rox, we only just got to know each other. But goddamit you’re already the death of me.” I giggle. “Well, I guess I have that effect on people.” He grabs my face again and our lips connect again. I grab onto his shirt and rip it off him. Eddie smirks at me. “Round two?” I climb on top of him. “Yes.” We take a very extended lunch break in his van while passersby walk past to class. Meanwhile, Eds and I were learning about each other.

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #maya hawke #robin buckley #stranger things

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Hi! Can you please do an oneshot au where Evelyn was born above ground and she met Levi as a civilian woman after he became Captain :)

Levi x Evelyn AU -> Trapped

(A/N: Now this, this is *chefs kiss* I'm thinking what if Evelyn's mother didn't leave her in the Underground, and now sees another opportunity to get some quick cash ;) Hope you enjoy!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, heavy on the misogyny, etc.

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It had all started because her friends had dragged her to see them one time. Evelyn never cared much for the Scouts, buying in to what her mother had told her about how all they did was waste tax dollars for their pointless missions. But her friends had to see Captain Levi, that's why any of the young women went, to catch of glimpse of the heart-throb Captain Levi.

Truthfully, Evelyn didn't get why everyone loved him so much. She had seen him across rooms at formal events, he was a Captain and she the only child of a prestigious family, not that he had ever seen her there before. For one thing, he was short, and while she stood at only five foot herself, she couldn't see what was so attractive about a man you could step on when dancing. Aside from that he seemed like a cold and conceited man who thought the universe owed him since he had grown up poor. Underground trash, that was what mother called him, not meant to be among the educated and refined.

Still she came anyway, friends were worth standing in a crowded street for to catch of glimpse of a pompous asshole who frequented the wet dreams of most women in Wall Sina. As he rode through, her friends tried everything to get his attention, waving, throwing flowers, whatever they could. It's not that Evelyn didn't want romance, she just pictured herself with a man like the ones in her books, soft and kind. In reality all she wanted was to be married and have as many babies as she could stand. As she watched him ride by, his gaze fell on her, cold and grey, she shivered, and pitied the woman he chose to marry.

Levi did notice her, it was those eyes, staring into his soul, something about her was so...innocent. He knew in more recent times intimacy before marriage was becoming more and more common, much to his disgust, but something about this girl screamed purity, naivety, the only traits he looked for in a woman, although the breasts were a nice touch. Arousal coursed through him, he was sure it would fade the next day but at least he would have a body to fantasize about tonight.

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It didn't fade, maybe it was the way his obsessive mind worked but she didn't just haunt his wet dreams but every moment of the day. He could swear he saw her outside his window, a phantom come to torture him for his sins. The need to possess and corrupt was overwhelming, it was all he could think to do, the only logical conclusion of course. And with her living within Sina's walls she must be from at least a well known family, the capitol was small, people talked, he could find her, he had to find her.

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"You've chosen a husband for me?" Evelyn asked in slight disbelief, she was reading outside when her mother told her the news.

"I have, and might I say what an excellent match it is."

"But you've rejected a few proposals already, what's the difference with this one? And so soon-"

Her mother sits down beside her. "Those were old names with no wealth tied behind them, look at me Evelyn, I'm worn and grey, the money is all gone. Title alone wouldn't help either of us, what mattered was wealth and a good reputation. Now we both can be comfortable."

"Then who on earth did you find?"

"You are going to be the luckiest girl in the world, in fact I knew you took after me, your beauty is what he said attracted him to you my sweet gem."

"Mother, tell me."

"That dashing and handsome Captain Levi has made an offer for your hand, can you believe it? I never would have thought he was interested in a girl like you, but I told you that new dress I had made for the Whitworth's Christmas party would get you noticed. But look at you now! He is just filthy rich and not bad looking at all either, maybe a bit older than you-"

Anything past "Captain Levi" had turned to ringing in her ears, stunned and shocked. All that brought her back to reality is what her mother was saying about money, of course it was the money. "A bit?! Mother he is way older than I am! And besides, you said he was Underground trash, now he is the best suitor for my hand!?"

"Don't talk back to me young lady, you're nearly twenty-four, next year you'll practically be an old maid. You've had maybe two offers because you refuse to put yourself out there. Do you want to see you poor mother die penniless?"

Guilt hit Evelyn like a truck, she hadn't thought at all about her mother. Since father died they had been left without money and only a family name to cling onto, she was being selfish. After all, it was just her perception of Captain Levi that he was a self-righteous jerk, maybe he was really kind deep down. And if he was willing to take care of her and her mother, he couldn't be all bad.

"Alright mother, I'll marry him."

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Apparently Levi believed in some superstition that meeting more than once before the wedding was bad luck. Although Evelyn had never heard of such a belief she wasn't about to cause an argument with her future husband, even if she did hope to get to know him before the wedding night.

The wedding night. That's what made her live in dread, was he secretly gentle with a rough exterior? Or would her first experience with intimacy be painful and rough. The thought was what made her shiver now, watching as he dismounted his horse and walk up to the porch where she was sitting now.

He took one look at her and scowled. "Don't you stand when a man enters your presence?"

Evelyn blushed and quickly rose to her feet, offering a curtsy. "I'm sorry sir, I wasn't thinking."

"Damn right you weren't." He uses his hand to slick back his hair. "You must be my blushing bride to be."

She nods. "I am sir, Evelyn."

He waves her off and motions for her to sit, following suit across from her. "I know who you are. You think I would marry you if I didn't even know your name?"

"No I suppose not." She bites her lip in embarrassment, trying to think of how to smooth this over. "That's uhm, that's a very pretty horse you have there."

Levi raises a brow. "Apparently you never learned that women are supposed to shut their big mouths unless spoken to."

Tears prick at the corners of her eyes from shame and humiliation, this is all going so horribly wrong. "I'm sorry-"

They sit in silence for a long time, his gaze shifting from her eyes, her body, back to her eyes, across the porch, and then back to her body. It was the longest half an hour of her life, sitting there being scrutinized for every possible thing. When he finally stood he checked his watch.

"Well that should about do it. I suppose I'll see you at the wedding."

"Wait- don't you want to get to know me?"

He scoffs, sneers, before flat out laughing at her. "And why would I do that? I find your body much more desirable than your brain."

Evelyn stood there in slightly stunned silence, trying to keep her emotions in check.

He kissed her cheek as if they were lovers before stepping down off the porch. "Until we meet again sweetling."

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The wedding was the talk of the town, no expense had been spared, Levi wanted this to be an event. Anybody who was anybody was invited, asked to witness Levi's greatest triumph in life. It was beautiful, she was radiant they had said, truly a good match for the rugged Captain. They would work well together they said.

The wedding night was much different. It wasn't beautiful, or gentle or sweet. It was rough, painful, heavy breaths, promises of insemination and proclamations of ownership. Pain and red to start, shudders and white to finish.

When he was finished he simply turned away from her and slept, as if nothing had happened, he was peaceful. She lay awake until the night, terror gripping her as the future before her turned from a bright and shining road to a dark and twisted path.

#attack on titan #break me slowly #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x oc #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader #oneshot requests

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fanfic-scribbles · 1 year

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Dinner Date Chapter 25

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Overall Story Facts:

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Story Summary: Steve Rogers has a girlfriend. A prickly, generally asocial girlfriend, but they make it work. They have more in common than some people might think.

Quick Facts: Romance – Steve Rogers/Reader – Female Reader

Story Warnings: Reader-insert that verges on OFC, written in 1st person past tense

Chapter 25: Most Girls

Chapter Summary: Steve is very attractive. Staking a claim, though, is too complicated. What to do…

Chapter Word Count: 906

A/N: I wasn’t sure if I wanted to post this, but it’s kind of cute and I’m still working on stuff. Please enjoy and hopefully I will see you with something more substantial next month <3

Steve did end up in the weirdest situations sometimes.

Like, even for him it wasn’t normal to have no less than three people hit on him in the span of a single morning, and yet here I was, watching a particularly pernicious panther of a woman latch on with teeth and refuse to let go.

Maybe I was a little bored if that sounded like more fun than seeing this lady lay her perfect nails on his arm and not take a hint about it until he sloughed her off. Admittedly it was a nice manicure, understated with a very pretty color and shine, but still. The first person to hit on him was forgettable, but I missed the gym bro; at least he had been kind of sweet about the whole thing. To the point I was a little jealous– if Steve was single, I bet he would have gone for him. As well he should, but it was hard sometimes not to feel like dead weight when looking at such a nice and handsome guy flirt fairly sweetly with my boyfriend.

Not so with this one. She had a good body she obviously took the time to care for, an absolutely gorgeous sleeve tattoo of skulls and flowers and other things covering one of her well-toned arms, and she wasn’t so self-conscious she couldn’t immediately do a U-turn on her run and come talk to Steve with a flushed face and fly-aways in her pretty red hair. However, Steve was not into it, and still she pushed. It was grating, but hard to know how to deal with when Steve had forgotten his phone at home so we couldn’t fake a text, and I couldn’t just wrap my arms around his other one to make a point. Then again, if I did that, she’d probably spend enough time laughing at the thought that we could make a clean getaway.

It would probably be better than listening to how she was ‘so different’ from her co-workers and friends and would rather spend a weekend watching sports and drinking beer than going out for wine and mimosas, and did she mention all the self-defense and martial arts classes she took? It was…fine, if that was what she liked, but I was a little offended on behalf of the very nice co-worker I once had shared cubicle walls with who loved brunch and sundresses, and who also loved baseball so much she could recite stats at the drop of any of her very fashionable hats. Or the lady in payroll who had negative interest in comic books, who nevertheless sought out advice and spent lunch breaks doing research on them because her nephew was coming to live with her and she wanted to help him feel at ease, so she dove into what he liked so they could have something to talk about.

‘Girl’ was such a stupid category; what even counted for what ‘most’ liked anyway?

Steve nudged me and I looked up. “Time?” I asked, and because the lady was looking at me like she didn’t know what to make of me, I pulled out my phone in case I did have to pretend to be on the way to something.

“Yeah, don’t wanna be late,” Steve said, catching on, and I stood up. I gave the lady another glance and felt taken aback at just how disappointed she looked. Sort of…lonely. It made me a little sad, honestly.

“I really love your tattoo,” I said, because it was a work of art and I imagined that had been ninety-percent of Steve’s focus when trying to find something to talk about that wasn’t dating. “It’s beautiful.”

She actually gave me a nice smile. “Thank you,” she said. She nodded at Steve, and after they exchanged polite goodbyes, she went on with her run.

“She wasn’t so bad,” Steve said as if trying his best to concede a point in her favor.

I rolled my eyes and walked right next to him. “She made you uncomfortable.”

“Honestly I wonder if that’s just my default with people these days,” he said. “That guy was nice and still I… Maybe I’ll just never get used to people hitting on me.”

“It probably sucks.” I bumped into him. “Sorry I can’t be a good possessive partner and stake a claim in public or whatever.”

He snorted and when I looked, he had a little wry smile. “Why do I get the feeling even if we were public, you’d let me fend for myself?”

“Eh, I might if you really wanted me to.” I looked around and, seeing no one looking, dipped my head against his shoulder in a very brief but very blatant show of affection. “By the way, sorry but I am like most girls. I hope that isn’t a dealbreaker.”

He snorted, and his smile grew. “You? Really?”

“Yeah. I’m also like most women, most men, most boys, and most other genders, because most girls, like most humans, are actually really fucking weird,” I said. “Hope you can deal.”

He shook his head and sighed dramatically. “Wow. I don’t know how I’ll handle the shock of this completely unexpected revelation about you; I– ow did you just twist my nipple?!”

I smirked and moved away from him, even though we were coming out to a busier street and he couldn’t get away with returning the favor. He did move to get closer to me though, scowling and looming, and I laughed. “I sure did,” I said and grinned at him. “Stop the sarcasm though and I’ll save the rest of it for when we get home.”

He grumbled and rubbed his chest. But he did, notably, stop the sarcasm.

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Springing into a Word Search

Alright, I have been sitting on this so long, that I got tagged in another set of words in the meantime. Bad Mouse. Must get my writing routine back....

Anyway, thank you @mrsmungus for keeping my tiny writer gears grinding. Although, this is probably my worst showing yet. Not a Spring girl, I'm afraid. Probably not great seeing as my blorbos is all about painting. It's pretty, I suppose....

My Words: Growth, Flower, Fresh, Dawn, Easter, Break, Clean, Rainbow, Blossom/Bloom/Bud, Hayfever (or sneeze, or allergies)

I will as well leave this as an OPEN TAG because I don't know how many would want to join our constant word search absurdity. If you even remotely think, 'hey that might be fun', please do not hesitate to join, and tag me so I don't miss it!

Your Words: Swim, Beach, Sand, Waves, Float, Heat, Vacation, Rest, Relax, Calm

As always, excerpts below the cut.

Growth: Dammit - you got me. Not one mention. Touché.

Flower: (From Diving)

The larger space was a welcome change from the harsh area they had just been in, and Glen welcomed the sight coming from the large picture window on the side wall. Well maintained pebble walkways led around a quaint garden area. A few trees, shrubs, a couple black iron benches, and tinges of pinks, yellows, and oranges popped out from the various flowers planted around the walkways. Crystal clear water fell in a continuous flow from the center fountain, with a few brightly colored fish in the small pond below. He found himself gravitating closer to the scene, as the others could be heard pacing about or taking seats in the numerous open couches scattered around the space.

Fresh: (We got fresh blood, fresh starts, fresh milk, and a fresh hell. Haven't done a Harold section in a while, so Fresh start it is.)

“Okay, so I'm just gonna jump in cause I don't have much finesse with all this and I don't use my words as well as Glen. And you don’t have to say anything. I’ll sit here and babble like an idiot; you can jump in if you want.” Deep breath. “We're about to get to Boulder. You can choose who you want to be now. And correct me if I’m wrong, but right now, you don't seem like somebody who's very happy. So you can keep on carrying pain from a life you don't have anymore, and I’ll stop bothering. But if we're choosing, maybe you can choose to leave that pain here. Right here. When we hit Boulder, you have your fresh start. You can be the guy who holds up his end of deals, and writes stories, and has fun. Or whoever else you want to be." Gaze still locked on the fire, she tapped his foot with hers, trying to pull his attention. "It's your call, but you have that choice..."

Dawn: (Only one Dawn, and its not great. Can you tell I'm not a morning person?)

The night remained clear from threats and capped off the rain day break as a needed detour. Susan and Dayna were able to enjoy the small comfort of sleeping in an actual bed, safe within their room walls. Harold started in on one of the blank books he picked up, filling the journal pages by candlelight. Hayden and Glen found comfort with each other, while he shared stories into the night. And Fran found the walls quiet enough to chance a visit next door with Stu. By the end of dawn the next morning, everything was packed and ready to move on. One step closer to Boulder.

Easter: Once again, you got me. Guess who's least favorite season is Spring...

Break: (Hey! I finally got one from Close to the Vale!)

Humor remained in his expression, most likely resulting from her momentary stupor, but she held his gaze for as long as she could, only breaking away to glance downward when the sliver of self consciousness took hold. Even still, her smile remained. Despite her downcast focus, she was still able to catch the way his eyebrows raised in amusement before he turned back towards the counter. Holding out a packet in the air, he proceeded to move along the worn down surface until he hit an opening.

Clean: (Not the segment you thought you would get for this word, is it?)

"C'mon, everybody needs a little break here and there!" But that’s what Teddy failed to realize; this wasn't a break. Not to him. What Teddy was proposing was entering a social battle that required constant vigilance. Anticipate the moves, blend into the background when possible, and strike out only with a sure bet. Practiced movements and rehearsed repertoire. Break? Exhausting is what it was, and Harold certainly didn't have the energy to put up a front for that long. Not after a full day of clean up. The thought of the daily activities only ushered in a wave of fresh memories. Sensory recall he wished he could will away. Smells that would threaten to up heave anything he managed to put down. Decomposition. It lingered in his nostrils and he could almost taste it. That’s all that was there for him. Death. Disgust… All things he would put up with to position himself where he needed to. A place to get the most leverage when the time came.

Rainbow: (Only two of these, and I'm pretty certain I used the other one on our last Tumblr takeover. Guess we're having a Harold day now...)

"He knows, by the way. So there's that. Knew before I got there. Maybe I shouldn't have confirmed it, but what the fuck, y'know? I'm not gonna blatantly lie to his face..." Knowing her well enough to predict that she would look to follow after his couple puffs, Glen held the pen out to her voluntarily. There was no hesitation to take it. "That said, don't think she was off base with the concern. Something's not right with him." "What makes you say that?" No humor to it, no jokes, just inquiry. "He wants to quote, show the world who it's playing against, unquote, or something like that. However he said it, though, it didn't sound like something one does with rainbows and butterflies." "No, it doesn't." "So, I repeat. When did this all get so fucked…"

Blossom/Bloom/Bud: (Don't have any blossoms or blooms, but we got weed by god. Knew I'd find a 'bud'.)

Despite being quick, or at least thinking he was, it wasn’t fast enough. As he rounded the corner, he spotted Benny laying down on the floor. A few more steps and he could confirm there was no longer a rise and fall to his chest. A few steps further and the gap between them closed. Once he set down his bag, Glen closed the man’s eyes. The small container of buds was then placed in his hands, much like one would place the more common type of flower. Sure, it did nothing for him at this point, and there was nobody left here to know what was done, but it made him feel better. Humanity could die out, but it didn't mean he had to lose himself or his ways along with it. Not until that time came for him as well. As he stepped back out into the daylight, he took a deep breath of the fresh air, savoring the aroma that lacked the lingering stench of death.

Hayfever/Sneeze/Allergies: Holy fuck dude, you got me again. I think this is the worst I've ever done at one of these...

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Special Guest - D.S. Lang - Author of The Jammed Judges: Doro Banyon Historical Mysteries - #AuthorInterview #Giveaway

The Jammed Judges: Doro Banyon Historical Mysteries by D.S. Lang It is my pleasure to welcome D.S. Lang to Escape With Dollycas today! Hi Debbie, Please tell us a little bit about yourself. I am a retired educator, but I have had several other jobs, including mentor, tutor, and golf shop manager. As far back as I can remember, I have loved books and dreamed about being an author, so it’s a thrill to write and publish books. One of my favorite quotes (from George R.R. Martin) is: “I have lived a thousand lives and I’ve loved a thousand loves. I’ve walked on distant worlds and seen the end of time. Because I read.” I hope my readers feel like they’ve lived a new life in a different time and place with each book, and maybe loved a new love, too, since my amateur sleuths always work with a lawman. In my spare time, I enjoy reading (of course!), swimming, and walking with my dog, Izzy. She is the inspiration for Tee, the dog in my Doro Banyon series. What is the first book you remember reading? The Little Engine That Could. I read it over and over and over. We lived next door to a train track, and I was enthralled with trains. Plus, I loved: “I think I can. I think I can.” The message of the book, believing we can overcome difficult odds, is good for any age. What are you reading now? I’m listening to Sisters Under the Rising Sun, which is based on the real-life experiences of women held prisoner by the Japanese during World War II. When I’m focusing on writing, I don’t read mysteries. However, I have several in my TBR stack! When I take a one-week break from writing, I will dig into them. What books have most inspired you? Many books have inspired me. One that I go back to often is Wisdom of the Ages by Wayne Dyer. He includes works by famous poets, writers, and scholars, along with his interpretations of their implications for today. Each chapter is inspiring. What made you decide you wanted to write mysteries? When I was a little girl, a friend and I were avid fans of Trixie Belden. Since Trixie had a friend (Honey Wheeler) who worked with her on cases, we played those roles. I was always Trixie! I still love untangling whodunits, so writing them is fun. Do you have a special place where you like to write? I generally write in the living room. There is a small ottoman next to my “writing” chair. Izzy often snoozes on it. When she thinks it’s “quitting time,” she takes her paw and hits my arm. Where do the ideas for your books come from? I have a vivid imagination, and I like to make up stories about familiar places. My books are set in my home state, Ohio. The first series features a resort near a small town. My dad was a golf pro, and my heroine has several pros in her family. My second series is set just outside my hometown in a village that fell off the maps before I was born. It was the birthplace of my dad and his siblings, but I’ve taken considerable license by making the town larger and putting a college there. I changed the spelling to avoid comparisons, but it’s fun to create a fictional village and school. I chose the 1920s because so many changes happened in American society after the Great War (World War I). Women got the vote (in 1920), and many more worked and went to college. Although most ladies weren’t flappers, styles changed. The bob became a popular haircut, and hemlines rose. Automobiles filled the roadways, and the appliances we now take for granted made housework and cooking easier. Is there anything about writing you find most challenging? I taught and tutored English at the junior high, high school, and college levels. Sometimes, I find my dialog is too formal or correct, so I have to catch myself when I write it. (If I don’t, at least one of my beta team members will!) During the Roaring Twenties, the median education among American adults was about eight years. Even in 1930, the high school graduation rate was only 30%. That led to a weaker grasp of grammar, so average folks spoke differently than today. I keep that in mind when I assign dialog to characters who didn’t finish grade school, since authenticity is important. The same is true for slang. I review words and phrases that might not have been common in the 1920s. An example is when I wanted a character to say: “I’ve got your back.” When I checked, that phrase did not come into usage until World War II, when it was used in the military. What do you think makes a good story? A compelling setting is important to me. That doesn’t mean it needs to be exotic or far-off. I love stories set in small towns, because they lend themselves to creating a strong cast of recurring characters. Appealing characters are important, too. In a mystery, I like enough red herrings to keep me guessing and plenty of clues, so I have a chance of solving it before the amateur. That is my aim with my books. Which, of all your characters, do you think is the most like you? Recently, a good friend told me that Doro reminds her of someone. I was taken aback because I try hard not to pattern characters after real people. With reluctance, I asked who? When she said Doro is like me, I laughed, but it made me think. In some ways, we are similar. I worked at a college for a number of years, and I love mysteries. We’re both only children, and we live in and love our hometowns. What makes your books different from others out there in this genre? Many cozy historical mysteries are set in England or in large cities like New York, Chicago, or San Francisco. Mine are set in small-town Ohio. This gives me a chance to showcase life in America a century ago. Adventures can happen any place! Sometimes, people who have never been to my state have misconceptions. The phrase “Rust Belt” comes to mind, but it doesn’t really fit. My hometown, Sylvania, is a “Tree City.” The entire area has beautiful parks and waterways, with Lake Erie only ten miles away. To give the stories a strong sense of time and place, I include lesser known vestiges of the past. For example, The Jammed Judges features a small-town May Days celebration, so I incorporated old-fashioned events like a cakewalk, a picnic basket auction, and May baskets. The last is a fun practice that is seldom seen today, but I was enthralled with it as a child. After reading a book where baskets were given away, I convinced my mother that we should make a few for neighbors and my grandparents. May baskets typically have fresh flowers, and they’re left anonymously left on doorsteps on May first. I’ll have a how-to to make a May Day cone on my Facebook page and in my newsletter. 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the-shadowsingers-whore · 2 months

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a court of wards and shadow

chapter eight

series overview

summary: in the aftermath of aelis' injury, azriel cancels the day court mission and aelis fights to find out the real reason why

length: 4.6k

warnings: (18+ mdni) angst, anxiety, depression, hints at past abuse, azriel is a moody mf per usual

disclaimer: this fic in no way represents any of sarah j. maas' work or ideas, it is for purely fictional/personal entertainment purposes

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author's note: i'm sorry it took me ten years to finally post another chapter, thanks for being so patient with me!!!

i do not see azriel for the next few days as i finish recovering. majda clears me to return to my room in the library and resume light duties after two days, but nesta insists i stay in the house for two more, just to “ensure i’m feeling my best before going back to work.” i roll my eyes at her hovering, but a small part of me deep down warms knowing that someone cares so much for me.

after nine endless days of dusting shelves and rearranging books in the deep recesses of the library, i feel myself starting to go crazy. it’s as though i’m slipping back to those first few months that i was here. hiding in the depths of the library and dwelling in all the dark spaces of my mind, desperately in need of an outlet of any kind. i want to go back to training. i need to.

and so the next afternoon i show up to the training ring, much to nesta’s chagrin.

“absolutely not! you need to finish healing. madja said at least two weeks of rest and light duties before coming back. and that was only if you felt up to it at all.” nesta crosses her arms and levels me with a stare that would have sent most fae cowering, but you don’t work as a serving girl in a high lord’s palace without becoming immune to any and all looks.

“she said two weeks before you made me stay in that room for another two days and it’s been nine since then. that’s basically the same thing.”

she quirks an eyebrow at me and i rush to continue before she can interject. “i promise i feel okay. i swear it. but please, i’m begging you to let me train today. i….i don’t think i can take another day cooped up in that cauldron forsaken library.”

nesta must sense the quiver of vulnerability in my voice because she does not say another word, just simply nods and heads towards the group of priestesses awaiting todays session.

it quickly becomes apparent that despite nesta’s agreeance to let me train today, she isn’t going to allow me to work as hard as i usually would. instead of pushing me like normal, she holds back, assigning me lighter exercises and lesser repetitions. i don’t dare say anything for fear that she won’t let me continue, but by the end of training i find myself just as frustrated and full of unspent energy as before.

which is why after i know everyone has left the training ring for the evening, i find myself sneaking back and running through drills.

as the sun sets and fae lights brighten up the corners of the ring, i think back on that night in the forest and everything i did wrong. every move that i can recall between me and that illyrian brute, every moment i could have acted differently and possibly changed the outcome. i know i don’t have nearly enough training or skill to have even remotely defeated an opponent of that level, but it still bothers me endlessly that i put both myself and azriel in jeopardy with my naivety. i will need to improve my skill greatly if i want us to succeed with our mission to the day court.

after an hour or so i take a short break to drink some water and catch my breath. i can feel my tunic sticking to my back from the sweat and my muscles feel fried from working so hard after two weeks of not being used. but despite that i know i won’t stop anytime soon. i need this. this court that is starting to feel like home needs this.

i fill my cup again with ice cold water and bring it to my lips but a deep voice startles me, causing me to spill the freezing liquid down the front of my tunic.

“what are you doing here?”

i whirl around in shock to find azriel’s imposing silhouette filling the doorway to the training ring.

“i….i’m…training.”

“what do you mean, ‘you’re training’?” i can hear the barely restrained anger in his voice.

“well… madja said i could go back to training after two weeks and it’s basically been two weeks and i really needed something to do to feel productive and helpful and nesta agreed so i thought i would just…..” my rambling dies off in my throat when he steps closer and i see the look on his face.

“i don’t think either madja or nesta approved of this.” his voice remains calm and collected, but the war waging in his normally calm eyes betrays the truth.

“well no,” i start, fumbling to make an excuse, “but i…. i screwed up back in the forest. i know that if we want this mission to succeed then i need to do better. so i thought i would--”

“stop.”

the single word silences me instantly. “first of all you did not ‘screw up’ in that forest.” his voice is eerily low, laced in something so serious i cannot help but hang on his every word. “you were facing a warrior with a lifetime of fighting experience with only six months of training. you should have died.” he pauses to take a breath, his eyes closing as if to steady himself.

“you should have died, but you didn’t. not only that, but you defeated him. you killed him and still managed to survive. either of those things alone are a miracle…. but together? you don’t know how incredibly impressive you are.” his eyes fix on mine and the look in his….is one i have never seen directed towards me in all of my centuries alive. he takes a step closer and i can’t help but falter slightly back, shocked by his words.

unable to fully process the emotion in his gaze i slip into one of my first reflexes, reasoning.

“but i……i still failed at our mission. and it was only our practice mission. which means i need to be much more ready for when we actually go to the day court. so i thought if i put in a little more practice--”

“we will not be going to the day court.” his words cut through mine like a shard of ice.

“but i thought….”

“we will not be going. it was a mistake to ever suggest that mission to rhysand and i apologize for my lack of judgment.”

i keep my face as neutral as i can while he speaks, even though every word feels like a stab to my heart, bringing it closer to shattering with every breath. but what hurts worse than each stabbing sentence is the coldness with which he delivers each one, as if the months and months we have spent together means nothing. as if the friendship, or whatever this is between us, does not exist to him as it does to me.

“i’m sorry the practice mission failed,” i fight to keep my voice from quivering as i plead with him, “i should have--”

he once again cuts me off. “do not apologize, i should have never asked you to do that.”

it takes every ounce of strength i have left after training to not stumble at his words. he regrets asking me. i wasn’t good enough. he knows that no amount of training will make me good enough. i feel tears start to prick my eyes and i know that they will come no matter what i do. so rather than embarrass myself further by crying in front of him, i simply choke out, “understood,” before brushing past him and rushing from the room as swiftly as possible.

i can almost swear i hear him call my name, but the sound is drowned out by the roaring in my head and the tears now freely flowing down my cheeks.

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i don’t make it more than one day hiding in the library before nesta finds me.

“do you want to explain to me why you weren’t in training this afternoon? you practically begged me to train yesterday, but yet you failed to show up today? and i don’t want to hear any excuses about you being ‘too tired’ or ‘too sore’, don’t think i don’t know about you staying after our session yesterday to work more.”

“i’m sorry, it’s just…i…..” i don’t know what to say. the day court mission was supposed to be top secret so i have no clue what she knows about how i was injured in the first place. and even though i’m no longer a part of it, i would never compromise something so important just because of my own hurt feelings. so, i say the first thing that pops into my head. “ummm… clotho needed my help today.”

“bullshit.” nesta sees right through my flimsy attempt at an excuse, but mother bless her, she doesn’t push me on the matter.

“listen aelis, i don’t give a shit why you weren’t there today. well, obviosuly i care, but you clearly don’t want to talk about it so i won’t push you. but, whatever the reason, that doesn’t mean i’m going to let you skip your training. you have improved more over the last few months than some priestesses i have trained in the two years i have been doing this. and it’s not because you have some “gift” or some special ability like most of the bastards in this place that makes it easier for you.

“no, it’s because you found your drive. a drive to make you better than whatever past you came from. a drive to do more than just survive. and aelis, as someone who knows what it’s like to just survive and pull yourself out of it, i beg of you, oh cauldron i beg of you, don’t. please don’t go back to just surviving. please.”

a pit forms in my stomach as i come to a realization. each and every fae here has always meant so much to me. they have been a part of my salvation, my renewal. they have each played a vital role in me shedding my past and starting to make a new future for myself. but i never thought that i could ever play an important part in their life like they did mine. but here? now? listening to nesta’s voice break as she speaks so highly of me? i suddenly am hit with the overwhelming realization that she is invested in my success. that it goes beyond her just helping another damaged female. she cares about me.

and that realization is why i choke back my tears and say, without hesitation. “okay. i will be there tomorrow.”

* * *

and i am.

i’m there that day. and the next. and every day after for the next two weeks.

during that time i do not see azriel once. cassian comes for training like usual, but azriel does not join him. he claims that it is because azriel is off ‘doing work for the high lord.’

which he probably is. but i know that said ‘work’ probably entails azriel trying to find the answers that would be easily answered if we could just acquire that book from helion’s office. which they would already have if i hadn’t failed so marvelously at the practice mission.

no matter how hard i try to throw myself into training, the guilt still manages to find me.

which is why a week later, when azriel finally shows up for a training session, i can’t stop myself when i try to talk to him.

“i’m training basic swordsmanship and blocking today. you’re with cassian learning sword/shield combos.”

the cold neutrality in his voice rakes at my nerves and i can’t help the slight bite to my tone as i throw his words from weeks ago back at him. “well maybe i should be in your class. i would hate to have been advanced to cassian’s if i’m not ready just because of a ‘lack of judgment’.”

“aelis.”

despite my anger, the command in his voice sends shivers down my spine and i can’t help but head back across the ring no matter how much irritation fills me at doing so.

i work through every drill, every move until perfection, the entire time hyper aware of azriel’s presence across the ring. and the moment cassian motions that our training is done for the afternoon i fight the urge to march back and confront azriel. instead, i carefully rack my gear and hang up my weapons and then move to the mats in the corner and start working through exercises while all of the priestesses trickle back to the library. i continue long after cassian and nesta have returned all the equipment and headed back into the house for the night.

i work and i sweat, trying everything i can to drive all thoughts of azriel far away. but even when i collapse on the mat beneath me, every muscle quivering from overuse, his face still drifts across my mind.

my frustration finally outweighs my efforts and i head into the house, determined to find him and make him listen to me this time.

i weave through the unfamiliar halls, hoping and praying that i can find my way in this endless labyrinth of rooms. but my foggy, exhaustion riddled brain fails me and i quickly find myself in an unfamiliar part of the house. i lean against the wall and release a heavy sigh, sliding downwards until i reach the floor. i tip my head back slightly and stare at the ceiling, tired to my very bones and so overcome by frustration.

i'm about to give up and drag myself back to my room in the library when i hear a faint melody. after a moment of listening to confirm i’m not imagining it, i stand and follow the sound, the beautiful, mournful song growing louder until i stop outside a room with light pouring from beneath the closed door.

i grab the handle and am about to turn it when i hear a soft male voice join the music. pausing my movements, i lean against the doorframe and simply listen. the deep baritone of the voice creates a beautiful harmony as it dances with the tune of melody from the piano, creating a song i have never heard.

i don't know how long i stand there, transfixed by the music, my tired body relaxing heavily against the smooth wood behind me. my eyes slowly drift shut to the lulling sound of the haunting baritone. eventually the voice stops and the piano dies off and i still stand there, soaking up the aftershocks of what i just heard. i faintly register the sound of boots, but still jump when the door beside me swings open.

i whirl around to find azriel standing in the doorway, his hair disheveled and his eyes wide with surprise.

"aelis?"

"hi, sorry..... um i was just going.... i didn't mean to disturb you," i say, completely disregarding my entire reason for roaming the halls in the first place.

"are you okay?"

i can’t help the small, bitter laugh that slips from between my lips at his words. weeks of silence, weeks of avoidance, and suddenly he is worried about me?

“of course, i’m okay. you know, i may not be good enough for the mission to the day court, but i am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

confusion clouds his features briefly at the venom in my tone. “i would never assume otherwise. i….i just….aelis, what is this about?”

embarrassment at my outburst floods my veins and the exhaustion from overtraining has settled deep in my body. all of the fire and fight that i had when i stormed through the house to confront azriel withers away. all i want now is to curl up in my bed and forget all of this ever happened. i mutter a quick, “nevermind, it’s nothing, i’m sorry for bothering you,” before turning to head back the way i came.

i make it all of two strides before a warm, rough hand closes around my bicep, spinning me back to face him. “aelis, please.”

i spare a glance up into his eyes and find them filled with pleading.

“i have worked so hard.” i finally manage to whisper.

“i know,” he murmurs in response.

“i have worked so hard,” i say, louder than before. “i have worked and trained and pushed my body past every single limit i thought it had.”

his head tips slightly in an affirmative nod.

“i have made myself stronger than i ever thought possible.” as i speak i can feel emotion starting to clog my throat and i force myself to swallow it down. “despite everything that has happened to me, i have managed to become stronger and better and turned into someone who maybe, just maybe, i could be proud of.”

another nod.

“and that was mostly because of you. you saved me. you brought me here. you pushed me every time i was ready to give up. because you saw something in me.”

another nod.

“so why? why did you give up on me?” i try but fail to prevent the crack of emotion in my words. “i’m sorry i wasn’t good enough for your mission, but did that really mean you had to give up on me? did that real--”

“stop.” azriel breaks his silence and my rambling with a single word. “i never gave up on you. aelis, i could never give up on you.”

“then why--”

“no, wait, let me finish. it’s not that i gave up on you. and it’s definitely not because i thought you weren’t good enough for this mission. cauldron damn me for ever making you think that.” his shadows draw closer as he speaks, slithering up his legs in a thick cloud.

“then why did you say it was a mistake?” i can’t help but ask, confusion still plaguing my mind.

i watch as realization and then distress play across his face. “no….. fuck, aelis. that’s never what i meant.” he turns away for a moment, ducking his head as if to hide from me. when he turns towards me once more, i’m taken aback by how haunted his eyes look. “i am so sorry. mother above that’s never what i meant. when i said it was a mistake it was never because i didn’t think you couldn’t handle it. it’s because i underestimated how serious, how dangerous, the mission would truly be. but then i saw you injured….. i watched you nearly die in my arms and i--” his voice breaks as he tries to speak and he turns away again.

i reach out and grab his forearm before i even realize. “azriel--”

he turns back towards me and i nearly break at the devastation on his face. “aelis, i can’t do that to you again. that was just practice. it was supposed to be easy, but look how wrong it went. and not because of you, or me, but just because that’s how missions go sometimes. after that you can’t expect me to allow you to come with me to the day court, to where you were……. i just can’t take you on a mission that dangerous. i would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you.”

i pause, stunned by his admission. it's not because he doesn't think i’m good enough. no, it’s because he's worried for me, worried in a way i don't think anyone else ever has. my words stick in my throat at the realization and i struggle to respond.

“az, i…. i am okay.” he ducks his head, averting his gaze and i don't miss the subtle shake of disbelief as he moves.

“hey, look at me.” i realize i still have my hand on his forearm and gently squeeze it to pull his attention back to me. “look at me, i am okay.”

his eyes tentatively return to my face before making a slow sweep of my body. i watch as he takes a slow breath, as if to calm himself. he nods slightly in affirmation, but his shadows still cling heavily to him, gathered more thickly than usual.

“and i'm okay because you saved me. you got there just in time, just like on ramiel.”

“but i--”

“you would never let anything hurt me.” i cut off his attempt to argue, needing him to realize what i did when he rescued me from the poisoned dagger. i am safe with him.

never in my life have i felt truly safe in the presence of another, but with azriel? with the deadly male who lives in the shadows, a threat of violence radiating off every inch of his powerful form? i trust him with every fiber of my being.

and that truth doesn't scare me as much as i thought it would.

“you would never let anything hurt me,” i repeat when he doesn’t reply. “right?”

“never,” he says quietly, his tone firm with resolve.

“and i believe you. wholeheartedly i believe you.” i hold his stare, ensuring he can see the honesty in my words. “which is why i need you to believe me when i say i want to do this. and not because i feel like i have to in order to repay you and your court for the kindness you have shown me over the last few months. that is a debt i know i will never be able to fulfill.”

he opens his mouth to object, but i cut him off with a shake of my head. “but that's not the point of what i'm trying to say. i want to do this for myself. training here with you--with all of you, has started to heal something inside of me that i thought irreparable. i need to do this. to go back there, to prove to myself that although i might be broken, i am still capable of more.”

his eyes fill with an emotion i cannot name, but one so intense i swear i can feel it in my very bones. i don't even realize i had started crying until his hand reaches up and gently brushes away my tears.

“you are not broken, and you never were.” he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

neither of us says a word for a breath, just staring at each other. his thumb starts to brush across my cheek again, but the movement stutters as if he realizes what he is doing. he quickly withdraws his touch and my face feels suddenly cold in its absence.

he blinks once, then twice, the emotion that had been swimming in his eyes just a moment before clearing as his face returns to its usual neutral expression.

“okay, so you’re sure you want to do this?” is all he says and my stomach drops at the pure nothingness in his tone. any trace of the gentleness, the emotion he had showed me mere moments before is entirely gone, replaced by the cold hard warrior everyone knows. embarrassment fills me when i sniffle, my cheeks still wet from my tears.

i quickly brush the remaining tears from my face and take a breath to center myself. “yes. i’m sure.”

* * *

“okay, just to review for my sake, what’s the plan?” i ask after finally being included in the ‘mission’ talk. i look between the high lord and azriel, the latter refusing to look at me. he’s avoided me since our conversation a few days ago and it appears that hasn’t changed.

“we need the book that contains information about wards and gates from helion’s library. i wish i could just ask for it myself--” rhysand cuts himself off, scared of revealing too many of his secrets. he glances at azriel and a conversation i can’t see passes between the two of them.

“helion has some….’specific’ kinds of wards in his private rooms…and only those of his own blood or those bred to……’serve his kind’ are allowed within the wards of his exclusive chambers....which just so happen to be the exact ‘chambers’ that the book of wards we need is supposedly contained in.”

i glance at azriel, his gaze fixed firmly on the high lord, before directing your attention back to rhysand. “so….i would be needed in gaining…… access, to said book.”

“yes.”

“but how do i find it? i don’t even know what this book looks like?”

“ah yes, allow me,” rhysand replies a moment before a star-filled darkness and an image of an unassuming leather tome flashes across my mind. i can’t help the way i jump slightly, surprised by the mental intrusion.

“my apologies. that particular power of mine tends to startle people the first few times.” while not painful or uncomfortable, the sensation of him brushing through my mind was so unnatural i don’t see how i could ever become accustomed to it.

“alright,” i say, after taking a moment to collect myself. “so i just need to sneak into his chambers and find that book. but….how do you know it’s not warded against anyone taking it?”

“we don’t.” azriel states. “it is very difficult for my shadows to explore much of the palace without alerting high lord helion so we are essentially going in blind.” i don’t miss the way he clenches his teeth for a moment, clearly frustrated. he shoots rhysand a look and a few moments tick by, another silent conversation passing between them.

azriel finally looks away, releasing a harsh breath as rhysand continues. “we are hoping you won’t have any issues securing the book. i know it’s not much of a plan, but unfortunately it’s our best option at the moment. and just so you know, you can still back out if you would like.” he shoots me a grin that doesn’t meet his eyes. if sneaking into the day court palace on the off chance that high lord helion hasn’t put a ward on a special tome from his private collection is the best option for someone as powerful as rhysand, then the situation must be much more dire than i realized.

and yet, he still gave me the option to say no. i take a moment to marvel at the kindness and generosity of this male.

“no, i will still do it. of course i’ll do it.” rhysand smiles and azriel turns his head away, hiding his expression.

“thank you. on behalf of my family and my court, we are extremely grateful for your help. now i apologize for the rushed goodbye, but i have some other matters i must urgently attend to.” i dip my head into a half bow as he leaves the room, still unable to fully shake the court manners no matter how many times the high lord insists they are unnecessary.

“you should eat and get some rest,” azriel says quietly, still refusing to look at me. “we leave at first light.” and with that, he turns and strides out of the room, not waiting for a reply.

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