#but I`m a book hoarder

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Just Like Magic! | K. TH

“𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩.” -Blaise Pascal

❝You're a novice witch in love with her mentor, something frowned upon and taboo, especially when it comes to magick; but you just can't help it, Taehyun is simply too talented and handsome! you're content with admiring from afar... but when you get ahold of an ancient spellbook with a recipe for a curious potion, your curiosity takes over.❞

✦ PAIRING: warlock!kang taehyun x witch!fem!reader ✦ RATING: NSFW, MDNI! ✦ WORDS: 6.8k ✦ WARNINGS: smut, dom!taehyun, sub!reader, fantasy au, dubcon elements, aphrodisiacs, oral sex (f. and m. rec), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, wet dreams, f2?, power imbalance, powerplay, name calling, degradation kink, rough sex ✦ A/N: this is not proofread! inspired by an ask from @napofamoon~~ your brain is so huge and i love it so much, so happy to be mooties w you :3

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Taehyun had warned you that this witch was a bit of a hoarder, but nothing could have prepared you for the marvel that was her cottage; from the floor to the ceiling old and rickety bookcases flanked every possible open space, packed to the brim with every book you could have possibly thought of, accompanied by all sorts of trinkets, herbs and crystals-- your eyes scanned over the washed-out spines, fading ink hardly legible on most of them; A Hundred and One Ways To Use Fairy Dust. Potionmaking for the Hearth and Home. The Greater Area Magickal Beast Encyclopedia. Simple Charms For Everyday Life. "Hey, Taehyun, look at this!" you called over your shoulder, already anticipating your mentor's irritated sigh. "There's a book all about magical mushrooms, wouldn't that help us with this stupid assignment we're on--?"

You reach out for the battered green textbook but Taehyun's quick to slap your hand away, brow furrowed over his big brown eyes-- he was cute when he was angry, and you delighted in annoying him to his wit's end. "I said don’t touch anything; Don’t make me look like a fool when we're only here for ingredients. And we're here on the behalf of the Crown, thank you, nothing about this is stupid. You're being childish."

"He's made us travel half across the kingdom for a fancy cologne, essentially. I think it's a little silly." you retort under your breath. Taehyun turns away from you sharply with an angry huff, and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from grinning.

"It's a luck spell, not a cologne. Don't you want our Prince to succeed at his first banquet?"

"He just wants it for all of the girls that will be there," you laugh. "You and I both know this has nothing to do with his royal duties and everything to do with his flirting skills."

"And that's none of our business." Taehyun answers curtly, though the tick in his jaw shows you that you've struck a nerve-- your mentor had known the crown prince his entire life, grown up with him, and while he cared about him like a brother the Prince also never failed to irk him (and you) with the most outlandish requests. "We're just doing our jobs. Now stay here and keep your hands to yourself, understand? Don't go anywhere, don't touch anything, and I'll be back shortly. I just need to get these mushrooms from the herbalist."

“Why can’t I go with you?” You pout. “You always make me stay behind.”

“Just do as I say.” Taehyun snips, jaw clenching as he begins to walk away.

"Yes, sir." You reply, rolling your eyes at Taehyun's retreating head.

"Good girl," He replies over his shoulder, curt and clipped. An all-too-familiar heat rushes to your cheeks at his words. You used to hate it when he addressed you like that.

You hardly ever listened to what Taehyun told you anyway, so you were quick to continue browsing through the countless shelves once your mentor was out of sight-- you couldn't pass up an opportunity to surround yourselves with the things you loved most; spellbooks. After spending a childhood surrounded by those who hated the craft, your fearful family forbidding you from ever practicing the natural talents you had been born with… you couldn't get enough of reading anything you possibly could. Besides, Taehyun just adored leaving you behind like some squire, never including you in any of his duties– you had to learn for yourself one way or another.

You tip-toed your way through the winding labyrinth of bookshelves, eager fingers and eager eyes analyzing every tome, scanning any title that piqued your interest. It all seemed to be standard fare, however, things that you had read and studied before, so you left them unbothered on the shelves… except…

You had glanced right over it initially, gold title too weathered and faded to read, but its cracked leather cover kept calling to you as you continued down the shelves, making you turn around and walk back to its spot nestled in-between two much larger tomes. Dust stuck to the pad of your finger when you ran it down the book's spine, marveled at the purple cover-- most of the cottage's windows were covered up by all of the piled-on clutter inside, keeping everything veiled in comfortable shade, but cracks and beams of the bright, warm sunshine seeped through and caught the little book in the most mystifying shimmer. You'd never known leather to shine like that, like little crystals embedded into the fabric. Your curiosity gets the better of you; without much self restraint, you pull the small book down in a cloud of dust, tickling your lungs-- you resist the urge to cough the best you possibly could, lest you alert Taehyun or, Gods forbid, the owner of this cottage. You managed a strangled little wheeze instead.

You turn the book around in your hands, inspecting it's cover from all angles; there's nothing on the back, just smooth, purple-ish leather, and the writing on the spine is illegible, but the title is still bold and striking on the front. In careful, hand-written penmanship the words "Love Magick" were written, nothing else. No author's name, no description-- you should just put the book back and carry on, keep yourself out of trouble, but you just couldn’t help from cracking open the pages.

"What an interesting little spellbook you picked, that one." a withered old voice creeps from over your shoulder. "Wouldn't have been my first choice."

You yelp, fumbling, rushing to shove the book back on the shelf-- the old woman behind you laughs, bright and cheerful, and a spindly wrinkled hand comes to pat you on the shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't-- I mean, I wasn't--!"

"Oh, don't apologize now, dearie. Books were made to be read, after all." She snatches the little spellbook out of your hands, catching you off guard, and takes a hold of the small crystal bifocals that hang around her thin swan neck on a beaded chain. You gaze at her quizzically, taking in her odd appearance; several large gold rings adorn her crooked fingers, matching the gaudy bauble earrings hanging from her ears, so large they made her short, thin frame even frailer-- swathed in a shapeless, faded periwinkle dress that had leaves caught in the hem, grey hair frazzled and reaching up towards the sky, she glittered just as brightly as the spellbook did. She moves the little glasses up to perch on her hooked nose, squinting deeply at the cover of the book, and it took a few moments of perplexed investigation before her wrinkled and sun-spotted face lit up in recognition. "Ah, I remember this one! I haven't looked at these pages in quite some time."

You supposed this must be the herbalist, but you distinctly remember Taehyun describing her as much younger than the woman standing before you. "I'm sorry, madam," You apologize again, twisting your hands together nervously. "I wasn't snooping around, I promise--!"

"Don't lie, now." The old woman chuckles, tracing one long and painted red fingernail over the book's cover. "You were snooping. But that's quite alright, a little curiosity is good for the soul."

You blink owlishly.

"You know, this is one of the rarest books on these shelves," she continues, beady eyes looking upwards to regard her enormous collection. "I've been here for a very long time, and I have many, many books, but there is only one of these little books right here."

"Only one?" You ask quietly, giving the spellbook a wide-eyed stare. It twinkled back at you like it was winking. "Why is that?"

"Why, because I wrote it, of course!" She smiles, flipping quickly through the yellowed pages, regarding them like old friends-- you supposed that they were, in a way. "Many, many years ago. It's nothing fancy, darling, just some home recipes. You can take it if you'd like, I'm far too old for this kind of spellwork now. I think you'd have much more use for it anyway.”

"What, really?" Trying not to seem too eager, you take the book back when she hands it to you, run your fingertips across the title. "What do you mean? I couldn't possibly take this, ma'am--"

"I saw the way you were looking at that handsome wizard you came with, you know. You're ever so obvious." the old woman giggles, her deep set eyes twinkling with mirth. "I remember being young and in love… magick could always help with that, you know."

You squeak and flush hot, head whipping around to make sure no one else was near-- if Taehyun heard any part of this conversation, you'd never be able to look him in the eyes again. "No, it isn't like that! He's my mentor, that's all!" And that's all it will ever be, you thought sadly. Nothing more, nothing less.

"If that's what you would like to believe…" The old woman shrugs, a smile still gracing her wrinkled face. "But I insist, take it. It was calling for you, dearie… it told me itself! Now hurry along before we both get in trouble--"

"Grandma!" another unfamiliar voice calls, a pretty young witch twisting her way through the bookcases to approach you and the old woman. Taehyun followed her with a covered basket nestled in his arms; the ingredients that you had come here for, you presumed. You shove the book haphazardly into your satchel, praying neither of them had noticed anything amiss. Taehyun had irritatingly sharp eyes. "Grandma, I thought I told you to stay in the garden!"

"I was just talking to this lovely young lady here," The old woman-- the Madam's grandmother-- replied brightly, briskly hobbling over to the young witch's side. "You know old hags like me never listen."

"You're not a hag, Grandma, don't say that… I'm sorry about her, she's gotten a little wild in her old age." The Madam sighs, intertwining her arm with her grandmother's. The old woman seemed to find this entire ordeal incredibly amusing. "You're both free to leave now, thank you for your patience. I hope those mushrooms serve the Prince well."

"Thank you, Madam," Taehyun bows, always so polite. He turns and begins to walk to the cottage door, motioning with his fingers for you to follow-- you scramble after him like a lost puppy.

"I like him," You hear the old woman say as the two of you depart.

You had walked to the cottage and therefore had to walk back to your shared hut on castle grounds; you had spent the entire time getting there complaining, but now you followed Taehyun quietly and with your head down as you both trekked through the trees. "You're awfully quiet." Taehyun remarks casually, turning his head to regard you with an unreadable expression. "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, nothing." You reply, maybe a little too quickly. Taehyun raises an eyebrow. "Just thinking is all."

It felt as though there was a hole burning through your satchel.

You waited until late that night to finally take a proper look at your new spellbook, having shoved it haphazardly under your pillow when you and Taehyun had finally returned home-- only after you had triple-checked that your mentor was sound asleep did you feel comfortable enough to pull it out and read it. Certainly you were making it a much bigger deal than it needed to be, it was just a book after all… but something about it and what lied in it's pages felt forbidden and sacred to you, something that you should keep hidden from Taehyun, his condescending smirk, and his prying eyes.

Maybe he would get the wrong idea, quite like the old woman. You had no intention of using any of these spells on him.

Holding the candle you kept by your bedside for light, you took in the spellbook's cover once again. Its deep purple color was faded and washed out, dusty and dirty and ages old, yet it was even more beautiful in the moonlight. The night sky shone through an open window near your bed, catching the cover like little stars captured and woven into the leather… You could never place it inconspicuously on Taehyun's bookshelf, amongst his boring canvas-wrapped manuals and journals. You could never place it anywhere where he could possibly find it at all; it was far too brilliant, too eye-catching. You would simply have to keep it tucked away in the safety of your bedroom.

You crack open the book, it's spine cracking from disuse. Instead of a proper book, like you had expected, your eyes met the pages of what seemed to be a journal; pages and pages of messy scribbles and notes, crammed on small pieces of twine-bound parchment, recipes and spell incantations and notes about any spellcasting ingredient you could possibly think of. There were even diary entries among the notes, meandering paragraphs about that old woman's personal life many years ago… No organization, no cohesiveness, just pretty cursive words muddled together and jumbled on top of each other in a confusing mess… It was endearing, an insight into her youth, and you adored every page.

And then you saw it. Halfway through the journal, tucked away between two uninteresting diary entries, you discovered a folded up and torn out page. With careful fingers you picked it up and peeled it open, casting the spellbook aside for now-- and to your surprise you were confronted with the recipe for a love potion.

Simple but Powerful Love Potion

Ingredients:

-2 quarts of standard potion base; fresh moonwater charged under the full moon

-a large handful of dried rose petals and a single thorn, ground in a mortar and pestal to the consistency of a fine powder.

-a small spoonful of crushed siren scales

-one large mother of pearl

-2 small sticks of Licorice root

-a few strands of unicorn mane hair

-a single droplet of pure love

Directions:

Over a burner, prepare the moonwater in a small pewter cauldron, keeping it away from sunlight. Bring the base to a boil before adding the licorice root and mother of pearl, and then lower the heat and leave the potion to simmer overnight. The next day, add the crushed rose petals and thorn, unicorn hair, and siren scales. Stir clockwise until the potion turns a bright pink, and then leave to sit for another night. Last, add the droplet of love, give one clockwise stir, and your potion is complete.

P.S. Please use sparingly, a little goes a long way! Perfect for stupid men who won't take a hint.

You stare at the paper in disbelief. Is this what the old woman meant by you making "good use" of her spellbook? Surely not! She was a woman of the craft, she knew as well as you did that any romance between apprentice and mentor was looked down upon, not to mention when it was aided by magickal intervention… The herbalist must have truly been telling the truth when she said her grandmother had started to go mad! You couldn't even fathom the consequences if you were caught doing anything of this sort-- you'd be stripped of your titles, expelled from your studies, exiled even… and Taehyun…

Taehyun would never forgive you. He'd be disgusted by you.

You shove the recipe back into the book and shut it with a dull snap, toss it away from you like it was poised to attack; you hated yourself for entertaining the thought for even a second. Taehyun wasn't just your mentor and your crush, but your friend, and you couldn't possibly do that to him! He trusted you, with his pretty dark eyes and his cocky smirk, and his big, warm, veiny hands with thick calloused fingers that rested on your lower back when you were nervous in public and needed comfort. His thick arms with muscles that bulged out of his tunic sleeves when he rolled them up, his sharp teeth that he liked to bare when he sneered. His gentle, soothing voice and his never ending generosity and politeness that were a pinnacle of him even when he was one of the most stuck up people you could think of. You couldn't ever do anything like that to him, even if you died a little bit inside every day that he never seemed to glance your way.

But… you thought, reaching back over to the discarded spellbook with a shaking hand, it wouldn't hurt to re-read the recipe, just in case.

"Taehyunnie?" You ask sweetly, peeking your head into his study. "Can I ask you something real quick?"

Gathering most of the ingredients had been relatively easy. If anything, you were caught off guard by the ease in which you put together your secret potion, hidden and bubbling away in the safety of your bedroom, a place Taehyun never dared to enter. You snuck to and from Taehyun's packed pantries whenever he was sleeping, prepared everything exactly as the recipe had stated-- you had never made a potion before, but you had a fairly good feeling that you were doing a fine job. Most of the ingredients were common potionmaking faire anyway, things you had observed Taehyun fiddling around with in the past, things you had on hand and the basic knowledge needed to prepare… except for one small detail.

Your potion sat simmering a pretty opaque pink, which meant it was ready for that little "drop of love" the recipe called for, and then it would finally be done… but you could not for the life of you understand what that could even mean. How in the world could you possibly get your hands on a droplet of materialized love? Was that even possible?

Taehyun looked up from the book he was reading with an annoyed sigh, hooded eyes searching the room before landing onto yours with a quirked brow. You never bothered him when he was studying, and you most certainly never called him 'Taehyunnie'. Not unless you were trying to weasel something out of him, at least. "Yes?" He drawled, returning back to his reading as you tiptoed closer, took a curious look over his shoulder; you caught snippets of something about astronomy and equations, the pages mostly filled with numbers and symbols you couldn't even pretend to understand. You wondered if it had anything to do with the Prince again.

"I was doing some reading…" you begin slowly, scattered mind racing to come up with a proper preface for your question. You had practiced what you were going to say at least a dozen times, you were sure of it, but every line had fled your head the moment you called Taehyun's name.

"'Reading?' That's not like you." Taehyun retorted with a snort, turning the page. He didn’t even bother to look up when you huffed in response, but you could see his grin hidden behind the hand he rested on his cheek.

"I read plenty!" you bark, taking the bait, but regain your composure when you catch a glimpse of Taehyun's smirk widening. "It’s for my studies-- I'm to be tested by the Magickal High Court soon, you know."

"I'm well aware. I’m sure you’ll do just fine." Taehyun responds tersely, picking up his quill and scribbling a note down into his journal. He must have felt your eyes glaring daggers at the back of his head, because he waved a dismissive hand at you. "But go on."

"Well… I was reading up on potions and I came across an ingredient I haven't heard about before. I was wondering if… if you knew anything about it."

Taehyun's quill stopped moving. "I see." he says, far too cryptically for your liking. "Well, what is it? It’s getting dark— it’s about time you go to bed.”

“The recipe– I mean, the spellbook I was reading mentioned something about a ‘droplet of love.’” You stumble, fidgeting nervously. “ Do you know what that is?”

Taehyun doesn’t say anything for a moment,stares down at his spellbook long enough to make you sweat, before turning to re-dip his quill in his inkpot. “Well, that could mean many things.” he says, uninterested, continuing his notes. You let out a relieved sigh you weren’t aware you were holding.

“What do you mean?” you prod gently.

Taehyun lets out an irritated sigh. “Some spellwork can be left up to interpretation, made unique and personalized for the spellcaster. Often when instructions are not clear, it's because you're supposed to figure it out yourself.”

“Figure it out myself?” You echo, a little outraged. This explanation wasn’t helping you at all.

“When practicing magick that involves complex ideas like emotions and memories, things begin to blur between the literal and the figurative.” Taehyun elaborates. The way he was hunched over his desk made his shoulders look much broader than they were, and it was getting increasingly harder to focus on what he was saying. “More advanced spellwork sometimes requires the spellcaster to work with physical manifestations of these ideas.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” You retort combatively, crossing your arms over your chest. Taehyun’s non-answers were only serving to piss you off. “I can’t manifest love.”

“Sure you can.” Taehyun answers vaguely, shaking his head. You wished you could see the look on his face. “A ‘droplet of love" may just refer to some sort of representation, whatever that may mean to you specifically. Though "droplet" tends to refer to some kind of liquid, so you can start there.”

“Liquified love? What would that be, though?”

"Honestly, I'm not exactly sure either. But you're a smart girl, I'm sure you can figure it out." Taehyun once again raises his hand to wave you away. “Go off to bed now, you can spend all of tomorrow thinking about it if you have to; I need to finish this before I go to bed, and you’re keeping me up.”

“But–”

“Go to bed. Don’t misbehave now.” Taehyun looks up from his notes and meets your gaze– the look on his face is as unreadable and stoic as usual, plush lips stretched into a thin line, but the swirling darkness in his eyes makes your head spin; he knows something, you can feel it. A strange familiarity that panics you deeply, pisses you off; why does he love so much to keep you in the dark? Is it because he enjoys leaving you confused and ignorant? Or is it because there’s knowledge he genuinely doesn’t want you to know?

You trudge back to your room dejectedly, peel off your robes and climb into your bed like a defeated soldier– you might have just tipped off to Taehyun that you were up to something, and what did you get out of it? Absolutely nothing. Just some cryptic words.

Going to Taehyun was a bad idea; you wallowed now in your own stupidity.

Droplet of love, you repeat to yourself as you drift off to sleep. Droplet of love…

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Taehyun hisses venomously, eyes narrowed and wild. You’ve never seen him this angry.

“It isn’t what it looks like, I swear!” you cry desperately, try to cover your still brewing potion with your body– Taehyun is too quick, grabs you rough by your nightgown and pulls you up against him. His face is so close to your own you can feel his hot, panting breath fan across your cheeks.

“Isn’t what it looks like?” Taehyun spits. “My stupid little assistant being a little whore, making a love potion behind my back? How stupid do you think I am?!”

You open your mouth to defend yourself, but Taehyun doesn’t let you utter a single word. “Were you gonna use it on me, huh? Gonna get me to fuck you? Needed some cock so badly that you were willing to throw everything away for it? Stupid fucking whore. You could have just asked.”

Taehyun lets go of your nightgown and you crumple at his feet on the floor, groveling and sobbing for his mercy. “Please don’t tell anyone, I’m sorry!” you beg, too distraught to catch the last part of Taehyun’s rant. “I won’t ever do it again, I won’t ever go behind you back agan, please!” Big fat tears stream heavy down your hot face, chest caving as you beg for your mentor's forgiveness... yet still your thighs squeeze together at his venomous words and his nasty tone, poor pussy throbbing for attention– Taehyun notices your quivering thighs with a sneer, eyes dark and cold.

“Such a fucking slut… you like this, huh? Me yelling at you?” with his big rough hand he tugs you up to your knees, holds your chin in place as he unbuckles his belt and undoes his trousers. “Want me to put you in your place? Trying to sneak around behind my back, bad little girl… need to remind you of who’s in charge. Let me use that pretty throat and I’ll forgive you.”

Taehyun pulls his cock out, flushed and leaking, flared tip shiny and begging for your tongue— in one violent thrust he sheaths himself in your throat all the way to the hilt. You gag and splutter, tears still streaming down your face, but even with your blurry vision you can see Taehyun’s sick smile as his cockhead kisses the back of your throat. “Good girl,” he hisses, “Take it like the whore you are.”

Using the hand he has tangled in your hair as leverage, Taehyun begins thrusting his hips in earnest, heavy balls slapping against your chin— your whines come out like garbled chokes, pathetic and dizzy on your knees while your mentor uses your throat like nothing more than a toy for his own pleasure. “so fucking good at this, aren’t you?” He sneers, “Such a good little assistant you are.”

You keen around his cock, pussy fluttering around nothing and dripping slick, your poor panties soaked through and ruined completely. You feel so empty it almost hurts, gummy walls aching for the cock fucking your throat open, but you can hardly find it in you to care— you’re distracted by the warlock’s taste, the nasty wet sounds, the way your scalp burns from his grip on your hair. Your hands, previously laying limp at your sides, reach up to claw uselessly at his thighs, which only seems to spur him on, hips slamming hard against your face as he moans deep in his chest.

“No one else fucks this throat like me, huh? Think anyone else can use you like this?” His chest is heaving, cock twitching violently in your mouth— he’s about to cum, and your cunt clenches with excitement. “Should just slut you out right in front of the entire kingdom, even the Prince— fuck! show everyone who you belong to, who your master is!”

You whimper pathetically, one of your hands leaving his thigh to play with your neglected covered clit— Taehyun growls, pulls hard at your hair, snickers darkly when you rush to place your hand back on his thigh. “Don’t you dare touch that cunt, that’s my cunt, you think you deserve it?”

Your pussy is throbbing, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as Taehyun continues fucking your face, “I said, do you think you deserve it? Answer your master.”

You shake your head no, as best you can speared on his dick, sobbing snotty and broken and so desperate for his cum. “That’s what I thought.” Taehyun laughs humorlessly. “Good little witch.”

You can’t focus on anything other than making sure to breathe and hollow your cheeks and stay perfectly still so Taehyun can have his way with you– your jaw aches, but you swirl your tongue around Taehyun‘s shaft the best you could anyway. “Fuck, gonna cum!” He whimpers after a particularly harsh suck, hips stuttering, his big hands moving to cup both of your cheeks. It would be sweet in any other situation, so gentle and loving if he wasn’t bruising your throat with the force of his thrusts. “G-gonna— pretty little throat gonna make me cum, shit! ‘m cumming–!”

You wake up with a gasp, heart pounding in your chest so violently it was painful– it takes you a few moments for you to recognize your own surroundings, realize that you’re tucked safely in your bed and not caught red handed by your mentor; you can hear the soft bubbling of your potion at the foot of your bed, undisturbed and simmering away…

And between your legs was a sticky wet mess, your thin panties soaked through, arousal dribbling down the insides of your thighs— you’re humiliated but so turned on from your dream you could hardly think, fingers trailing down to dip into your panties and run along your slit… and you marvel, intoxicated, at the way thick droplets trickle down your fingertips when you pull them back.

Droplet of love…

Taehyun had fallen asleep at his desk that night, slumped over his scrolls and spellbooks, so you felt it was only right to wake him up with a treat— a steaming hot cup of perfectly brewed tea, complete with a little wooden teaspoon and a saucer full of freshly-baked cookies. Taehyun stared it down like it was staring back at him.

“You never make me tea.” he says flatly, brown eyes flickering between the cup and your face, making no moves to take the teacup from your outstretched hand. His sleepy, raspy voice and disheveled appearance would have made you swoon if you weren’t going half-mad with anxiety.

“Well, you’ve been working so hard! You know, for the Prince and all.” you chirp cheerily, voice only trembling slighrly. “I just wanted to show my appreciation!”

“Right.” he gives you an odd, side-eyed look but does eventually take the cup, takes a good long look into the amber liquid before stirring it slowly with the spoon. You were starting to sweat. “You’ve been acting odd lately. I’m a little concerned.” he says after a few moments of painful silence, making your sweating turn into full on chills. “Is there anything you aren’t telling me, ___?”

“No!” you bleat out immediately and far too quickly, making Taehyun turn his head to regard you quizzically. You didn’t have any time to process the fact that he cared for you at all. “No, nothing at all! Everything’s totally normal!”

Taehyun blinks. You give him a smile, but you’re fairly sure it turned out more like a grimace.

“If you say so…” Taehyun concedes, placing the saucer on his desk. “If you’re certain everything’s in order, would you mind running a little errand for me?”

“Of course!” you agree quickly, a genuine smile creeping onto your face. You thank the Gods above that Taehyun actually took the tea, now all that was left was to wait… and you supposed that playing errand girl was the perfect task for the meantime.

Taehyun picks up a small, parchment-wrapped parcel from among the clutter of his desk and hands it to you. “Would you be a doll and hand this to the Prince for me? And tell him to be sparing with it, for goodness’ sake, it’s not one of his perfumes.”

You take it gently, blushing— the package was much lighter than you expected it to be, and it gives a light rattle when you turn it over in your hands. “What is it?” you ask; you can never stop yourself from being nosy. Taehyun sighs, but there’s a mirthful glimmer in his eye that makes you giggle.

“The luck spell, remember? Now go on, he needs it to take effect by the evening.”

You waltz back into the cottage as the sun was just beginning to creep behind the treetops, having made sure to take your sweet, sweet time delivering the Prince’s package– you even stayed for tea and a chat, just in case; it wasn’t really your fault that the crown royal never knew when to shut up, was it?

“Taehyun?” you call out as you step inside— everything seemed perfectly normal and nothing was out of place, and perfectly still silence met you as you continued through the front room and into your winding, rickety hallway, at the end of which was your mentor’s study. The door was left slightly ajar.

You peeked inside, tentative; back facing you, you could see Taehyun hunched over his work desk, head hung low as he gripped onto the wood with white knuckles. He was panting, shoulders heaving with the force of his breaths, his arms shaking— your heart soared with euphoria. The potion must be working, you thought with zeal.

“Taehyun?” you call again, voice barely above a whisper dripping with faux concern, trembling with excitement, and you gently push the heavy oak door farther open with an ear-ringing creek. Taehyun’s head snaps up at the noise, startling you with his expression— his eyes were wide and wild, face flaming red, and he stares at you in shock and in rapture for a deafening few moments before averting his gaze and tugging hard at the collar of his tunic. He turns back to look at the scrolls on his desk with a cough. You could still see the blush coloring the tips of his ears.

“Taehyun, are you okay?” you ask, this time not having to fake the worry. You take a few tentative steps towards the warlock— he looked almost as if he was in pain, and you anxiously wonder if maybe you should have been more faithful to ‘a little goes a long way.’

“I’m fine.” Taehyun grunts, his usually light voice gruff and strained. The sound of it hit you deep in your tummy. “Just feel a little hot, that's all.”

You take a few steps closer, slowly and cautiously, and reach out your hand to touch his shoulder. “A-are you sure?”

“Don’t come any closer.” Taehyun warns, voice flat but dark, dripping something that makes your thighs clench together.

Your fingertips just barely brushed the top of his shoulder.

As if possessed, Taehyun spins around within an instant and grabs your wrist tightly, staring you down for a long, intense moment with a primal, dangerously dark look— it frightens and excites you, leaving your head spinning.

He uses your wrist to pull you roughly to his chest, faces centimeters apart and bodies flush; within the same breath he cages you against his desk, traps you tight between his muscular arms.

You can feel his breath fan your face as he pants like a dog, lowers his head closer and closer to yours. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with me; I just need you…”

His pillowy lips crash onto yours mid-gasp, passionate and dominating— you lean into the kiss immediately, moaning high in your throat when he deepens it, tilting your head back to stake a possessive claim that leaves you dizzy and gasping for air. He moves to run his hand up your thigh and grind his hips against yours, pushing your skirt up your hips. His thick hard cock presses hard up against your dripping slit, soaking your thin cotton panties. When he pulls away, hissing, you can see a damp spot on the crotch of his pants, outlining his straining bulge obscenely.

“Tyun—“ you whimper, but he’s quick to cut you off. He lowers himself down and takes a hold of your thighs, tugs them over his shoulders and dangling in the air; he chuckles out a breath that blows icy cold against your sopping panties.

“Just need a taste of you…”

His nose bumps gently against your throbbing clit and he mouths hot and heavy against your folds through the covering fabric. You keen desperately, nearly shriek when he begins to run the flat of his tongue up your slit and towards your clit. “Lemme taste you…” Taehyun breathes against your cunt, his long finger coming to tug at the hem of your panties.

“Anything you want!” you whine, twisting your own fingers into his thick hair. Taehyun grins wickedly.

“Anything I want?” he coos, poisonously sweet. “What a good little assistant I have.”

With a rough tug he pulls your panties to your knees, leaves your legs tangled in the wet fabric and up in the air. Taehyun devours your cunt like a starved man, his thick lips sucking tight on your clit and his tongue slow and nasty around your entrance. He drinks up your arousal as if it were some type of ambrosia, only going faster and faster with his motions until you cum all over his face with a cry, until you’re tugging hard at his hair and whining for him to stop.

He pulls away from your pussy with a longing glance, his lips and chin dripping your slick, the tip of his nose shiny. “You said whatever I want,” he pants, standing up to begin unbuckling his belt. “Gotta fuck you now, gotta fuck this pretty little pussy…”

Taehyun’s cock springs out of his trousers, slaps against his belly before standing to attention, veins throbbing— he fists his shaft loosely, enough for you to catch a glimpse of pearly white pre-cum leak out the slit of his thick pink head. Your tongue ached for the taste.

“Yes, yes, please,” you beg, pulling him closer so he can grind his cock between your weeping folds, getting his shaft nice and wet with a sloppy mix of his spit and your arousal. His cockhead pushes at your hole teasingly, and Taehyun lets it slip against your rim and slides up your folds to bump your clit. You whimper and attempt to spread your legs any bit farther, restricted by your panties— Taehyun chuckles before readjusting his cock and sheathing himself entirely in your cunt in one deep stroke. His cockhead kisses your cervix, your walls stretched so suddenly and so painfully good that you cry out in surprise and ecstasy. “You’re so deep!” you gasp, your eyes rolling back into your head when Taehyun starts rolling his hips in a ruthless rhythm.

“Take it like a good girl,” he laughs, repositioning his hands to grab tight at your hips so he could thrust into you in earnest, hips slapping together loud and wet, impossibly fast. “So tight, shit! Feel so fucking good, you’re so wet— perfect cocksleeve, perfect pussy.”

He splits you in two, your gummy walls stretched past your limits, hugging tight on his throbbing cock. Your cervix gets pounded with every hard thrust, his cock so deep you could feel him in your lower belly. “I’ve wanted to fuck you so bad,” Taehyun confesses, pussy drunk. “Wanted you since I first met you— You’re mine now, pretty thing, you hear me? Perfect pussy for me, never letting you go.”

“Yes!” you wail, too fucked out to process any of what he had just said. All you could think about or focus on was how good Taehyun was fucking you, how his heavy tightening balls were slapping against your ass, how that fiery hot knot in your belly grew tighter and tighter. “I’m yours, I’m yours!”

“Fuck yeah, that’s right. All mine, baby.” Taehyun groans deeply, hips stuttering. His hand lets go of your waist to circle your clit with rough, calloused fingertips.

You’re sent barreling towards your climax, that fire in your belly all-consuming as your pussy flutters around Taehyun’s cock. “Feels so good!” you sob, gripping his thick bicep for support. “I’m gonna cum, Taehyunnie, ‘m gonna cum—!”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum too. Beg for my cum, baby; I’m gonna cum inside you, fill you up!” Taehyun’s cock twitched and throbbed inside your cunt, his thrusts wild and desperate. “All mine…”

“Cum inside, please! I need it, I need your cum so bad!” you hiccup, big fat tears rolling down your puffy hot cheeks from overstimulation. “Want your cum in my pussy!”

Taehyun does so with a broken moan, shoving his cock as deep inside of you as he could go, up against your cervix. He paints your walls white, floods your womb with his thick hot seed. You can feel his cock twitch with every spurt— you cum yourself a second time from the sensation, pussy clenching hard around Taehyun's slowly softening cock. He grunts, winces and grits his teeth.

Your chest is heaving as you pant for air and so is Taehyun’s, both of you sweaty and spent and trying to catch your breath. He dips his head to rest his forehead against your own, something so touchingly intimate it makes your heart clench, and you’re just about to close your eyes and bask in your euphoria, you catch Taehyun’s evil sneer.

“Silly girl thought I didn’t know? how stupid do you think I am?”

#txt x reader #taehyun x reader #taehyun hard thoughts #taehyun hard hours #taehyun smut #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #nightly.nsfw #nightly.tyunnie

[aziraphales-library]

helloo could I ask for some fluffy coffee shop AU fics? not just coffee shop but one of those that involve a shop of some sort, like a bakery or flower shop or tattoo parlor etc.

something like

"The Book Hoarder, the Flower Grower and the Latte Art Maker" by AnnaTheHank

"the demon next door" by ghost_daddy

"All You Knead Is Love" by fumi_faust and Writer_Maxtli

and "Angel in the Window" by themaybedoctor

I'm not that experienced in looking for things on ao3 so I'm hoping you could help me find more like these? thanks :)

We have tags for these! #coffee shop au, #florist au, #bakery au, #tattooist au. Here are a bunch that I don't think are on those tags already...

New Canvas by NaroMoreau (T)

There's someone new in the shop across the street that Aziraphale can't stop looking at.

Inklings and Asters by GreenCat42 (G)

Crowley has noticed the cute tattoo shop owner since he moved in next door with his flower shop. It takes him forever to get the courage up to go talk to him, and when he does, well he gets a new tattoo out of it and possibly more.

A rockstar's love by The_boxhead (G)

Crowley had a lot of problems finding someone to have a relationship with as the famous rockstar that he is. But that day when he entered that coffee shop and saw that blond haired man behind the counter, he didn’t want more than to get to know that beautiful angel with that cute smile.

Ways to Make You Smile by WickedWriter (M)

Crowley has always been awkward around anyone who he develops feelings for. While Aziraphale is always nice to him, he can't help but screw things up when trying to flirt. But when he starts making latte art to impress his angel, it was only a matter of time before he found a way to cock things up again.

Anthophilia by FortinbrasFTW (M)

Anthony J. Crowley's life seems like it's finally falling into place: his floral shop has begun to gain an undercurrent of appreciation in the design elite of London, and he might have even finally found a boyfriend who looks just right lounging on his Tenreiro sofa. Things seem almost perfect, until one day the empty shop across the street is leased to frumpy fellow Oxford alumni, who doesn't seem to remember Crowley nearly as well as he remembers him, which really shouldn't bother him as much as it does - it was ten years ago after all, and it wasn't even that good of a kiss.

Icing on the Cake by Etheostoma (E)

Anthony Crowley's bakery is top in Soho and quickly becoming well-renowned throughout all of London. When Crowley hires the soft-spoken, cherubic Aziraphale as his main decorator, it doesn’t take long before the two men realize that there may just be something to the idea that opposites attract... Or, the bakery AU that no one actually asked for.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #coffee shop au #florist au #tattooist au #bakery au #human au #mod d

[galexystern]

i don't wanna wait my whole life through (to say i'm in love with you) - 18+

pairing; steve harrington/eddie munson/fem!reader aka steddie/fem!reader

rating; E

warnings; fluff, smut (MDNI), pining, fix-it, spitroasting, oral (f & m receiving), fingering (f receiving), face-fucking, p in v sex, established relationship - eddie/reader

word count; 8.8k

desc; You and Eddie start to notice all the things Steve does for you two. Or, alternately, Sometimes things that feel too good to be true are true anyways.

read on ao3 / masterlist

It all started a few months after you, Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Vickie moved in together.

Steve's parents were part of the wave that swept out of Hawkins after everything with Vecna. They'd tried to convince him to go with them, not wanting to leave him in this obviously cursed town, but he'd declined their offer. They almost didn't let him, but he was an adult now and they couldn't force him to do much of anything. Teary eyed, they'd joined the long line of cars inching down the road, itching to get out.

As a gift, they'd left Steve the house. The giant house, with so many empty bedrooms he couldn't hope to fill by himself. So he'd opened it up to the people he cared about most.

By chance, he ended up inviting you and Eddie to live with him first (he made you promise to never tell Robin that fact). It took some convincing, but he managed to puppy-dog-eye his way intothe two of you agreeing to move in. He graciously gave you the master bedroom, something about how it would be awkward to move rooms within his own house and weird to take over the room where his parents had slept. When he'd said that, it'd creeped you out as well, but Eddie persuaded you that you would be able to make it your own, and eventually you wouldn't even think other people had lived in the same space.

Sure enough, over the days and weeks, the whole house transformed. Stuff started filling all the cabinets, drawers, and surfaces until they threatened to overflow. Anywhere you looked, there was something that clued you in on who lived there—Robin's language dictionaries and stacks of pen pal letters from several different countries, Vickie's gardening supplies and magazines, Eddie's sheet music (blank and filled out, he wasn't very good at keeping it organized) and various guitar accessories, your piles and piles of books in every genre available (you liked to hoard them). Sometimes you caught Steve just sorting through it all with a smile on his face; he liked to scold you all for how messy it was, but you could tell he was so unbelievably happy that there was plain old stuff sitting alongside his, almost burying it even. He started to buy more of his own things just to keep up.

And your and Eddie's bedroom changed just as much. You plastered the wall with posters of bands and movies you both loved, dumped your combined clothes in the dresser and closet, placed all the kitschy stuff you owned on every surface available. All the books in the main area were just spillover; they couldn't even come close to how many were strewn across the floor in your room. You bought everything you found and liked in thrift stores (okay, so maybe you were a hoarder in general). Eddie couldn't resist buying any new cat toy for your beloved Sweet Potato (he could say he hated your cat all he wanted but you knew the truth) so they were always under foot. Vickie liked to give you cuttings from her plants, and so those were placed anywhere sunlight reached. You loved candles a little too much, so there were not one but two drawers full of them. There were shells you and Eddie had collected when you'd gone to the beach, VHS tapes of your favorite shows and films, supplies from any hobbies you'd picked up but eventually gave up (it drove Eddie crazy but he couldn't resist buying you things for whatever new hyperfixation you had, he always wanted to get rid of the old things but you wouldn't let him).

And yet, the room was just a little too big for the two of you. The bathroom was enormous—you and Eddie didn't much care for your looks (besides Eddie's hair) and so it felt empty whenever you went in there. You and Eddie couldn't reach the highest shelves and so they remained clear—you two frequently talked about buying a ladder, or asking Steve to put stuff up there since he was the only one who could reach them, but it hadn't happened yet. And the bed...it felt huge, an expanse of sheets and blankets and pillows. You and Eddie could lose each other in it. When you were in bed, even with Sweet Potato, it was like a whole other person could fit beside you, and even be comfortable.

A voice came from the doorway as you pondered that, just finishing up making the bed. "Wow, this room is unrecognizable."

You looked up to see Steve, arms crossed, leaning against the frame. You smiled at him as you fluffed up Eddie's pillow to how he liked it, then flopped on the bed. Following Steve's roving gaze, you looked around the room at all your stuff mixed with Eddie's. It gave you a thrill, every time, remembering that you two actually lived together, on your own, in a house filled with loved ones. Seemed too good to be true.

Turning back to Steve, you teased, "Is that a compliment?"

His eyes snapped back to yours and he narrowed them playfully. "No, I actually hate what you've done with the place."

You clutched your chest in fake hurt, comically dropping your jaw too wide. "You wound me."

Steve laughed, the sound music to your ears, and you couldn't help but grin back at him, breaking the act. "It looks great," he said, genuine this time. "There's no mystery about who lives here."

"You trying to be dick?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.

A faint blush rose to his cheeks. "No. I like it. It's nice knowing you and Eddie are here. Living here. With me."

"Well," you replied, looking away, your own face flushing, "we like it."

You could feel his eyes on you. "Good," he said quietly. Taking a chance, you looked back up and caught his stare. It felt intense. And then he cleared his throat, breaking the moment. "Maybe I should've kept this room." His teasing tone was back. "If you're not careful, I might take it back."

"Oh yeah? I might just dare you to." You smirked.

"Mm, well, I'm not going down without a fight."

"Neither are we."

You and Steve grinned at each other goofily and your heart pounded and his hand clutched at his bicep and then Robin's voice thundered through the house.

"STEVE!"

Said man huffed out a laugh. "Guess that's for me."

You nodded and watched as he gave you one last smile before disappearing from view. You heard his footsteps down the hall, then the stairs, and then you couldn't hear them anymore.

After that encounter, you started noticing.

Like the day Steve came home from grocery shopping, dumping the bags on the kitchen counter while chanting "gotta pee" before quite literally running to the downstairs bathroom. You'd been at the table, engrossed in a book. Your focus broken, you got up and perused the bags, looking for something to snack on. You wanted to be quick—Steve didn't like it when anyone ate too close to a meal, he said it ruined your appetite and Vickie's delicious cooking would go to waste, something you never understood because Eddie inhaled anything in the fridge when he got the munchies and so leftovers were always eaten—but then you found no less than six different bottles of allergy medication. You picked a couple out and examined them.

You heard Steve walk back into the room and looked up at him. "Who're these for?" You asked curiously.

He glanced at the bottle in your hand. "Oh, they're mine."

"What? Why?"

"I'm allergic to cats."

You looked down. Sweet Potato was weaving between his legs, leaving orange hairs all over the bottom of Steve's jeans. He was notorious for how much hair he shed all over the house. You tried to vacuum regularly, but it was impossible to get it all.

Your eyebrows raised so high they probably hit your hairline. "Steve!" You exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell us?"

Steve shrugged and leaned over to pick up Tato and hold him to his chest. "Because you and Eddie love this pea-brain," he answered. The cat head-butted him affectionately, purring loudly, and Steve scratched under his chin. "I wouldn't have made you get rid of him. Besides, he's grown on me." Tato started making biscuits on his shoulder.

That's when Eddie walked into the room. He saw Steve holding Tato and immediately went over to them. "Hello, you little monster," Eddie said lovingly, petting him. Sweet Potato just soaked up all of their attention. Your heart melted at the sight.

Steve looked up at you. "Can you and Eddie put away the groceries? Since I shopped and paid, it's the least you can do."

You rolled your eyes. "You're the one who can afford it." Steve smirked. "But yes, we'll unpack." Steve nodded and left the room with Tato.

"Why do you rope me into these things?" Eddie whined. You smiled at him and he reflexively smiled back, walking over to give you a kiss.

"Help me now," you replied, "and I'll give you a back rub later. If you're good." Eddie's eyes lit up and he immediately went over to the counter and started taking things out of bags. You shook your head fondly—when you gave him back rubs, things tended to get heated, if you know what I mean—but still stared at the space Steve had been, thinking over what he'd said. Until Eddie called your name and you turned away, joining him in the task.

Or that time when you and Eddie were at work and a sudden thunderstorm broke out in the late afternoon. It shocked the hell out of you both when lightning flashed through the music shop, a crack of thunder following immediately after.

"Oh, man, we didn't bring any umbrellas or coats or anything," you whined to your boyfriend.

He kept sorting through the new records that had come in, setting aside any that looked interesting. He liked to play those on the store's player near closing time, when there weren't any customers and it was just you and him, sitting on the counter and soaking up the sound. If Eddie was feeling particularly romantic, and the record was full of ballads, he liked to dance with you in the aisles, making you feel like the only person in the world.

"You can wear my jacket," he offered.

"But then you wouldn't have anything to wear," you retorted, to which he shrugged. You rolled your eyes, knowing you wouldn't take up that offer. It was super easy for Eddie to get sick, you'd learned, and going into a thunderstorm without a coat would give him a cold almost immediately. Then he'd bring it home and spread it around the house, making everyone miserable. You weren't going to let that happen.

You watched the rain fall through the window when a familiar car pulled into a parking spot out front. You peered outside as the car door opened and someone stepped out and ran to the door. They opened it and in walked...

"Steve!" You called out in surprise and Eddie looked up.

Steve gave a wave, one of his arms full of stuff, stamping his feet on the shop's welcome mat before walking towards you both.

"What are you doing here, man?" Eddie asked, bewildered, records forgotten.

Steve huffed and dumped what he was holding onto the counter in front of you. You looked down and found that it was your and Eddie's rain gear, complete with your coats, boots, and umbrellas.

"Thought you might need these," Steve said. You and Eddie stared at him in awe.

"You brought these here for us?" You asked.

"In a thunderstorm?" Eddie continued.

Steve shrugged, the tips of his ears going pink. "I know you didn't take them this morning, what with the sun shining and everything, and I know how easily this one—" he pointed to Eddie, "—gets sick, and I wasn't doing anything so..." He cleared his throat. "I thought I'd bring them to you. Be a good friend and all."

You just looked at him.

"Well," Steve broke the silence. "I guess I'll go now." He turned away and started back towards the door.

"Wait," Eddie called, and Steve stopped and turned back around. "Do you wanna stay and eat lunch with us? We haven't taken it yet."

"Oh, I didn't bring any food," Steve said, sounding disappointed.

"That's okay," you replied. "I always pack extra since this one—" now you pointed to Eddie, "—likes to steal my food. Maybe he can control himself and you can have it." You raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend, who nodded excitedly. "Yeah! Stay!"

Steve just looked at you.

"Unless you have somewhere you need to be?" You asked. "Do you need to bring Robin and Vickie their stuff too?" You knew they were at work as well and sure to have not grabbed their stuff either.

"Oh," Steve answered, looking sheepish, "I didn't bring theirs. I forgot it."

You and Eddie laughed. "We won't tell them," you promised.

At that, Steve smiled and walked back to the counter. "In that case, sure. I'd love to stay."

While Eddie grabbed your lunches from the back, you stowed your rain gear under the counter and hopped up to sit. Steve leaned next to you, and you could feel the warmth of his arm against your leg. Eddie returned and you three sorted through the food, picking and choosing what each of you wanted to eat. Once that was done, you dug in, talking about what Steve had watched that morning and what records Eddie had chosen to play and what you were reading at the moment. It felt nice, with the rain pounding away outside, matching how your heart felt.

Or the time when you and Eddie had gone to a concert and gotten a flat on the drive home and had to stop at some random gas station. It was practically the middle of the night and there was no one around. Even the gas station store was closed. It was cold and you both shivered as Eddie dug through his pockets for change.

"Here," he said, teeth chattering. He had two quarters, two chances to get a ride home. You took one and called the house, but it just rang a couple of times before the machine picked up.

You hung up the phone with a huff. "No one's home. Steve, Robin, and Vickie are probably still at that party they were going to."

"What are we going to do?" Eddie asked. His tone sounded calm but his word choice revealed his worry. "Who else can we call?"

"Maybe Joyce? I don't—wait!" You ran to the van, opening the door and digging through the glove compartment. "I know it's in here," you muttered as you threw everything in there on the floor. Eddie's messiness and your hoarding were really catching up to you.

Finally, your hand closed around a piece of yellow paper. You pulled it out and quickly examined it. Smiling, you jumped out of the car and ran back to Eddie.

"What's that?" He asked, his hands deep in his pockets.

"Sometimes, Steve's maternal instinct comes in handy," you answered, showing him the list of names and numbers of all of Steve's closest friends. Eddie laughed. "I can't believe we actually have use for that thing."

"Me either," you breathed and grabbed the last quarter. You were so happy you remembered Steve was at Emily's house, otherwise you and Eddie would've been screwed. You dropped in the quarter and dialed the number. You hoped Steve would answer, but you would've been fine with anyone after the third ring.

Eventually, someone picked up. "Hello?" You could barely hear them over the party noise.

"Emily!" You yelled. "It's Y/N!"

"Oh! Hi Y/N!" She shouted back. "What's up?"

"Is Steve there?"

"Yeah! One minute!"

You waited for three seconds.

"Y/N?" Steve's voice came through the phone and you relaxed almost completely. Everything would be okay. Eddie noticed and sighed in relief, leaning against the wall. "What's wrong?"

"We got a flat tire!" You answered. "Can you call us a tow truck or something?"

"No way," he said, and you tensed in confusion. "I'm coming to get you!" You relaxed again but didn't understand. "What?"

"Just hold tight! Where are you?"

You told him you were just off Highway 73 at a gas station. He said he would be right there and hung up.

You and Eddie ran back and got in the van, turning it on so you could have some heat. "At least the battery didn't die," Eddie joked. "Otherwise we would've frozen." You rolled your eyes but didn't say anything, just leaned against his shoulder. You two dozed until someone knocked on the driver's side window.

You both jumped and saw Steve outside. He waved and Eddie rolled down the window. "Come on," he said. "Get in." He pointed over his shoulder at his car.

"What about the van?" You asked.

"We'll get a tow truck in the morning. Let's just get you home and out of the cold," he replied. He waited as you two got out of the van, grabbed anything valuable, and locked it, leading you to his BMW.

Eddie dove into the back and laid across the seats. "It's so warm in here," he slurred, half-asleep already. You and Steve smiled as you buckled into the front. Steve looked both ways before pulling out onto the road. You lay in the passenger seat, head turned to watch Steve as he drove. It was warm and everything smelled like him, a comforting, familiar sensation. Your eyes drooped, following Eddie's lead. Steve kept his hand on the stick shift and you laid yours on top. He looked at you briefly.

"Thank you," you whispered. He smiled softly. His hand flipped upside down and squeezed your fingers, making your heart flutter. Your eyes closed fully.

"Go to sleep," Steve whispered back, and you could've sworn he said "my love" at the end, but you were already gone.

;

"Babe," you started, as you slid under the covers and into bed beside Eddie, trying not to disturb the sleeping Sweet Potato. "Have you noticed anything...odd about Steve recently?"

Your boyfriend turned on his side to face you, a curious expression on his face. "What do you mean?"

You explained about the allergy meds and rain gear and flat tire.

"What do you think it means?" Eddie asked.

You sighed. "I don't know. But it's confusing me."

Eddie hummed, and you watched as he thought. "You know," he said eventually, evenly, "maybe he has a crush on you."

Your breath caught, but shook your head anyway. "It can't just be me. All the things I told you about were for both of us."

Eddie narrowed his eyes at you. "We don't know that he's bisexual."

"Yeah," you conceded. "But he knows we are." Eddie's eyes widened at that and you giggled.

"Now that I think about it," he mused, "he lets you drive his car. He doesn't let anyone else do that."

"Well, he lets your band practice in the garage whenever you want."

A moment of silence.

"He does let me pick whatever we watch when we're together," you continued.

"He lets me play any new record I get, even if he knows he won't like it," Eddie said.

"He always gets my favorite flower when he goes shopping..."

"...and our favorite magazines..."

"...and our favorite candy."

You and Eddie looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

"Holy shit."

;

It felt like a dream. It actually was a dream, kind of the dream for you and Eddie both. You'd determined that a few months ago, before you'd moved in with Steve, back when you were living with Eddie in his trailer.

It was just pillow talk, uncommonly intimate pillow talk. It was raining outside and the trailer felt warm and cozy and you and Eddie were in sex's afterglow, tangled up in each other. It started innocently enough, but then you started discussing exes and old lovers. You'd been a goody two shoes in high school, never getting into trouble, never doing much of anything. Unfortunately, that meant you didn't get much action, and Eddie was your first (and probably last) serious boyfriend. He wasn't your first though, and so you told him about how you'd lost your virginity to some nice, bland kid at summer camp—the same summer you had your first kiss with a girl. Eddie had whistled and said something about how for someone who didn't do anything, you sure did at lot in those three months. You'd hit him but blushed as well.

Eddie had talked about Tanya, the girl he'd dated throughout freshman and sophomore year, before she'd moved away. He'd been devastated, thought she'd been the one and everything, but long distance didn't work and he'd eventually lost touch with her. It'd hurt for a long time, and still hurt if he was being honest, but he said you were better than she ever was. You rolled your eyes but you couldn't stop a smile from playing on your lips.

Then he'd asked, "Do you have a crush on anyone?" You looked away quickly and he noticed. "You do," he said. You could hear the smirk on his face. "Who is it?"

"No one," you insisted, not wanting to say and hurt his feelings.

It was like he could read your mind, he always could. "You can tell me, I won't mind."

You looked up at him. "Are you sure?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die," he answered, complete with the motion of an x across the left side of his chest. You smiled softly at the gesture. "Go ahead, princess."

"Well..." You started softly. "I've always had a crush on Steve."

Eddie's eyes just about bugged out of his head. "Steve? Our Steve? The Hair?"

"Don't say it like that!" You shoved him lightly. "You've seen how he's changed after graduating. Everyone had a crush on him before, who wouldn't have a crush on him now?"

"Me," Eddie scoffed, but you could see him bite the inside of his cheek—the tell-tale sign he was lying.

You gasped. "You liar!"

"No!" He exclaimed, trying to save face.

"Yes!" You were excited now. "You have a crush on him too! Oh my god!"

He shoved his face into his pillow and groaned. "No I don't!" You heard him say, his voice muffled.

You leaned in close to his ear. "You can't hide from me," you said lowly, teasing him. "I know all of your secrets. And now I know this one too, the juiciest one by far."

"It's not that big a deal" came from the pillow.

You leaned back. "It's not." Eddie lifted his head and looked at you with an eyebrow raised. "You're just as hopeless as I am."

He sighed loudly and flopped onto his back, staring at the ceiling. "He's just so pretty," he whined, lovesickness finally coming out.

"He is." You mirrored his position, grabbing his hand and holding it tight. "Sexy, too."

"Yeah...and funny and caring and beautiful and thoughtful and smart..."

"You sound like you're down bad more than me." You giggled.

"Well then, babe, you should catch up."

"Oh, I will."

"Good," Eddie said, sounding tired. He leaned over to give you a hug and kiss before rolling away.

You pouted. "Why don't you ever hold me at night?"

"Angel, I love you, but you're like a million degrees when you sleep. You make me feel like I'm going to melt into a puddle."

"I bet Steve would cuddle me."

Eddie chucked into the dark. "I bet he would."

You huffed.

;

You laid on the couch, head on Eddie's lap and feet on Steve's. Credits rolled across the TV screen, throwing the room into near darkness. Red flared above you as Eddie took a hit, passing the remnants of a joint to you. You took a drag and inhaled. Steve's hand lightly caressed your leg as he brought it to yours, plucking the joint from your fingers. You exhaled shakily and Eddie rubbed the back of your neck as his hands brushed through your hair. He knew.

It'd been a few weeks since your and Eddie's conversation regarding Steve's behavior, and since then, you couldn't stop seeing all the things Steve did for you both. Reading the books you raved about, listening as Eddie's band practiced and giving praise, buying little things he thought you two would like. You and Eddie tried to return the favor: you took pictures of the three of you together with the camera you'd picked up during your photography phase, visited him at work whenever the two of you were off to cheer him up, brought him home cassettes of his favorite musicians as soon as they came in. For his birthday, Eddie wrote him a cute little jingle and you gave him a collage of all the pictures you'd taken together; he loved and cherished them both. But nothing felt like enough—not enough to show him how much you two cared for him. Nothing short of telling him felt like enough, but you were scared. It felt too good to be true.

"Steve," Eddie said, breaking you out of your reverie. The man at your feet hummed. "Why didn't you leave with your parents? Why did you stay in Hawkins?"

A minute of silence passed.

Eventually, Steve answered, voice scratchy from not using it in a few hours, "It's complicated. Part of me wanted to go. I love my parents, but I never got to see them. They always worked too much. It felt lonely, when I was a kid. I thought maybe this was my chance to really spend time with them." He sighed. "But that wasn't real. They were going to continue working hard even after moving. I would've been alone again—actually alone, without all of you."

You made a sympathetic sound and he squeezed your feet in gratitude.

"And..." He continued. "And it just felt wrong to leave everyone. I don't think it would've felt right to live anywhere but Hawkins. Cursed as it is." He chuckled softly. "You know what I mean?"

"Mhm." Eddie answered for the both of you.

"This is where I belong. With you."

You knew he was talking about everyone, the kids and adults and other teenagers, but it really felt, in that moment, like he was talking about the three of you. You, Eddie, and Steve, saying you belonged together. You felt the same, deep down in your bones.

"Steve," you said suddenly, propping yourself up on your elbows. "I—"

He turned his head to you, leaning against the back of the couch, the moonlight shining through the windows to highlight his face, with its sharp jaw and high cheekbones and strong nose. His eyes sparkled and his hair glowed and a soft smile spread across his mouth and your words died in your throat. He was too beautiful, too kind, too loving for you. You didn't deserve him.

If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.

"Um," you managed. Eddie rubbed your neck again, giving you strength. "We would've missed you. If you'd left."

"I would've missed you too," he whispered, still smiling at you, giving you butterflies.

You laid back down and looked at Eddie desperately. He nodded and said, "Well, I better get this one upstairs," patting your hip. At that, you pulled your legs from Steve's lap, missing his warmth already. "Scoot up," Eddie murmured to you and you did as he asked. Once you were in a better position, he placed his arms under your knees and back, lifting you as he stood up from the couch.

"Damn, Munson," Steve said, sounding impressed.

Eddie turned you both around and he winked at Steve, making you giggle. Steve also laughed, staying seated as Eddie carried you upstairs to your room. He laid you on the bed gently. "Are you okay?" He asked softly.

You nodded but didn't say anything.

"You know I love you, right?"

You smiled. "How much?"

"Oh," Eddie drew out as he sat on the bed next to you. You climbed into his lap and straddled him. "More than the number of stars in the sky. More than the amount of water in the oceans. More than the number of trees there ever have been or will be."

Love for him pooled in your stomach. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he answered simply. You kissed him, deeply, passionately. You wanted to forget you couldn't have Steve. You wanted to remember that you would always have Eddie.

Like always, he read your mind and pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and letting his hands rest on your ass. He ran his tongue along your lower lip and you opened for him. He gently moved your hips, making you grind against him, and you moaned at the hardness beneath you. His mouth left yours and ran hot kisses down your jaw and neck, stopping at your pulse point to suck deeply. You groaned again at the sensation, pressing harder against his crotch.

"Eddie," you panted. "Need you."

His teeth nipped at your skin when you said his name and you whimpered, his tongue soothing the hurt. His hands moved to the hem of your shirt and you leaned back so he could pull it up over your head. He moved towards you again, and his lips explored the newly exposed skin like it was the first time. He always made you feel so precious, like you were a wonder he couldn't believe he got to touch. You placed your hands on his face and pulled it up to yours, kissing him deeply again. He grunted, smashing your chests together in an effort to get closer to you. You gasped lightly as his shirt rubbed against your breasts, creating friction and making your nipples stand at attention.

He leaned back and pulled his own shirt off, throwing it somewhere behind you. Your fingers caressed the open skin, feeling the line between his abs, the happy trail leading into his jeans. Going lower, past the waistband, to the bulge that was growing as you kissed. You rubbed the heel of your hand against it and he broke away to groan into your neck, the sound going straight to your cunt.

Eddie suddenly flipped you so you were lying underneath him, head against the pillows. He trailed his lips down your neck to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking. You gasped, hands going to his hair and pulling him closer. He swirled his tongue around, a hand coming up to tweak the other one and make your back arch. "Good girl," he muttered against your skin and you whimpered at the praise. "Don't worry, baby. I'm going to make you feel good."

He continued down your torso, sucking bruising marks here and there, making sure they would stick around for a while. Finally, he reached your waist, and he pulled down your pants and underwear in one go. You sucked in a breath as the cold night air hit you, goosebumps popping up. But it was quickly replaced with Eddie's warmth, as he ran wet kisses down your thighs and licked a long stripe up your slit.

"Fuck," you moaned, thrusting your hips up. Encouragement enough for Eddie to dive back in and devour you.

That's when the door creaked.

You looked up and said breathlessly, "Steve."

He stood in the doorway, your jacket in his hand. His mouth was open but he didn't move, watching where Eddie's head was buried between your thighs. At your voice, he ripped his gaze away to meet yours, and your breath caught at his dark eyes and hungry expression.

Eddie lifted his head. "Did you just call me 'Steve'?" But when he realized where you were looking, he sat up, turned, and saw Steve as well. He must've recognized the same look on his face as you did, because neither of you moved. In fact, Eddie brought up his fingers to drag through the slick wet of your pussy, making you gasp. Steve swallowed at the sound.

"Hi there, pretty boy," Eddie said, and Steve looked at him. "What a nice surprise."

"I—" His voice was strangled. "I just wanted to give this back."

"How chivalrous of you," Eddie replied, somehow sounding calm and wrecked at the same time. The hand not lazily sliding between your legs grabbed your ankle, and that was your only warning before he pressed his middle finger into you. You arched back at the sensation, still staring at Steve, who looked down at Eddie's finger pushing in and out of you slowly. "You know Steve, this angel right here has never been wetter than she is right now."

"Oh?" Steve said faintly. The squelch of Eddie's finger moving sounded louder than ever.

"Yeah," Eddie drew out. "I think maybe it has something to do with you?" On "you", he added another finger and you moaned loudly at the stretch. His rings felt cold against your hot skin, and it just heightened the tension in the air between you, Eddie, and Steve. "What do you think?"

"Fuck," Steve breathed out.

"How about you, princess?" Eddie turned his attention to you and you could see the wicked glint in his eye. "Who do you think is making you so wet?"

He hit inside you particularly hard and you cried, "Steve."

Eddie looked back at Steve triumphantly. "See, pretty boy? All you. Now, rather than me just telling you, would you like to come over and feel it?"

Steve nodded dazedly, stumbling forward and closing the door behind him. He walked to the bed unsteadily as you and Eddie watched him. Once he got close enough, Eddie removed his fingers from you. You whimpered at the emptiness, clenching around nothing, but Eddie leaned forward and pressed his fingers into your open mouth. "Suck, beautiful," he murmured and you followed orders. Eddie and Steve both groaned at the sight and your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure.

You felt someone shift and opened them to find Eddie now sitting beside you and Steve perched between your open thighs. You locked eyes with him as he shakily reached out a finger and gently swept it through your slick. His eyes widened at the sensation and he said, "Wow."

"Go ahead, pretty boy," Eddie said, his hand coming up and massaging your breast. "Give it a taste."

Steve kept your gaze as he slowly leaned forward and very lightly touched the tip of his tongue against your clit. You both moaned at the feeling, Steve's eyes rolling back up into his head as he pressed closer and pushed his mouth into your pussy. You let out sounds like you were falling apart, feeling like you were, as Steve's tongue explored your folds, never stopping, like he didn't want to stop. Like he wanted to map you down to the millimeter.

"You make such pretty sounds, sweetheart," Eddie said, and you wrenched your gaze from Steve to him. "Doesn't she, Stevie?"

You felt Steve nod against you, pushing impossibly closer. He was settling now, moving his tongue down so it could press inside you, and your body shivered. He did that a few times before running it back up, nosing your clit teasingly. "Tastes so good," he groaned, and you and Eddie both responded with your own whines. "Like honey."

"She's our sweet girl," Eddie managed to say, though his voice was barely there.

"Eddie," you whimpered out. He knew what saying "our" would do to you.

But then Steve pushed two fingers inside you while lazily sucking at your clit, and you cried his name out with pleasure. Your hips moved of their own accord, thrusting down to meet Steve's hand, like it was a dance you two knew how to do without ever trying before. Eddie's free hand moved and rubbed his hard cock through his jeans, slowly but forcefully. You didn't want him to feel left out, so you lifted a hand to tangle in his hair and turn his head towards you. "Kiss me," you pleaded in a whisper.

Eddie wasted no time, falling into you and your mouth, tongues immediately clashing. Your noses and teeth and jaws bumped together, feeling violent, as you chased your climax on Steve's mouth and fingers. "Do you wanna cum?" Eddie asked into your mouth and you nodded against him frantically.

He leaned away and you whined pitifully. "What do you think, Steve?" Eddie sounded absolutely breathless. "Should we let our good girl here cum?"

As an answer, Steve revved up his motions and worked overtime, making you wail wantonly into the dark. It only took another minute of Steve's ministrations and Eddie's kisses and then you were over the cliff, free-falling into your climax. Your body jerked as Steve slowed but didn't stop, extending your pleasure, making sure it lasted as long as possible. At some point, you moaned in overstimulation and Steve finally stopped, letting you collapse on the bed and try to get your breathing back. He sat up and put one of his wet fingers in his mouth, and you watched as he sucked it clean, closing his eyes at the delicious taste. If you could've moaned, you would've.

Then Steve opened his eyes and trained them on Eddie, who swallowed slowly. "Here," Steve said simply, and held out his other wet finger to your boyfriend.

They didn't break eye contact as Eddie crawled down the bed to Steve, wrapping his lips around the offering. He sucked eagerly, groaning at the taste, and Steve's eyes darkened in response. And you watched it all happen with half-lidded eyes, already feeling desire pool again within you.

Steve gently pulled his finger away, and Eddie followed it, not wanting to let it go. But then Steve leaned down and pressed his lips against Eddie's. It must've felt good, because then they tried to swallow each other whole, hands coming up to grip waists, shoulders, hair, before they found their spots: Steve's on the back of Eddie's neck and Eddie's on Steve's lower back. They pulled at each other endlessly.

You whimpered at the beautiful sight, and that broke them apart, giving all their attention to you. You shivered under their combined stares, knowing they weren't close to being done.

You were proven correct when you saw the wicked glint that had been in Eddie's eye now shining in Steve's. "Don't worry, my love," your breath hitched at the pet name, "we haven't forgotten about you. Right, baby?" By the end of the question, Steve was looking back at Eddie, who was hanging on by a thread after hearing "baby" fall out of Steve's lips and directed at him. He nodded with a whimper. Steve smirked, knowing he had the upper hand now, and moved his hand to Eddie's hair. He tugged lightly, but Eddie's head fell back like he'd been pushed. "Good."

At that point, you'd gotten some of your strength back, so you sat up and grabbed the hem of Steve's shirt. "Stevie," you whined. He looked down at you with an eyebrow raised and adoration in his gaze. "My turn."

"Your turn for what, beautiful?"

You seemed to shiver anytime Steve addressed you by a pet name, and this time was no different. "To kiss you."

Steve nodded and leaned down, still holding onto Eddie's hair and moving the free hand to cup your cheek. When he was a hair's breadth away, he whispered so the words would fall across your lips, "I've been wanting to do this for so long."

You melted and combusted at the same time. "Me too," you replied, and surged up to meet him. He moaned against your lips as they pressed against his. They were soft and sweet and a perfect fit. You never wanted to stop. All you wanted to do for the rest of your life was kiss Steve and Eddie, one after the other, again and again, that was it. You slid your hands under his shirt and lightly brushed across the skin and muscle. In response, he flicked his tongue across your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to him. His tongue pushed in and started to map your mouth like it had your pussy. You could taste the sweetness he'd loved so much and you dove it to chase it further.

Eventually, Steve broke away. You were all panting, eye contact electric between you. Steve took a breath and asked, "How is everyone?" Ever the most caring boy in the world.

"Good," you replied breathlessly.

"I'm great," Eddie answered eagerly and you shot him a look.

Steve laughed quietly. "It's not a competition."

"But I'm winning, clearly."

Before you could shoot a sarcastic comment in his direction, Steve pulled Eddie's hair so his head went back and his neck was exposed. "Oh?" The dark look was back in his eye. "Is that so? What do you think, angel?"

You hummed, watching as Eddie's stare bounced between you and Steve, desperation growing in his expression, hand going to palm his crotch. "I don't know if he's winning per-say...but I think he's been a good boy for us. Haven't you, my love?" Eddie nodded as much as he could with Steve holding his head back. "Yes, such a good boy, letting Stevie eat me out and letting me cum. Don't you think he deserves a reward?"

You gave Steve your best puppy dog eyes and he sighed shakily at the sight. "Now that you mention it," he replied, voice a tiny bit strangled, "he has been a good boy. I think it's time we give him some relief." You nodded at him. "And since I already got to experience your pretty pussy tonight, I think it's only fair Eddie does too. How does that sound?" He grabbed your chin and pushed your head back to mirror Eddie's. "Would you like our good boy here to fuck you? Make you cum again?" Eddie whimpered at the use of "our" just like you had, and you nodded at Steve desperately.

"Yes, please," you breathed out and Steve smiled sweetly. He kissed you and Eddie before letting go and moving so Eddie could take his spot. He was about to leave the bed when you grabbed his hand. He looked at you and you tugged him towards the top of the bed, motioning for him to sit behind you. "I'm a good girl, remember?" You asked, teasing gently. You turned so you were on all fours, ass high up in the air towards Eddie, who squeezed it hard. That made you arch your back and you gave Steve a coy but knowing look. "Let me be your good girl."

Both Eddie and Steve rushed to get rid of their pants and underwear while you waited patiently, looking over your shoulder at them. Within seconds they were back on the bed, at either end of you. The three of you together—it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Eddie pressed two fingers into you and you keened at the feeling. He leaned down and kissed up your spine to soothe as you got used to the stretch once more. Steve slid in and sat in front of you, cock red and hard and already leaking. You dropped your head and used the tip of your tongue to lap up the white bead of pre-cum. You heard Steve's head hit the headboard along with a loud groan, and so you did it again—this time adding a swirl of your tongue around the head of his cock.

"Fuck," he swore, the sound seemingly echoing throughout the large room, making you wetter. Eddie took the opportunity and added a third finger to the two that were fucking you nice and slow and deep. You moaned around Steve's cock, halfway into your mouth, and the vibration made him jerk his hips up and push it in all the way. You gagged at the sudden pressure in your throat, but he was quick to bring his hips back down. "Sorry, angel," he whispered.

You swallowed the spit that'd gathered in your mouth. "S'fine." Looking up at Steve with doe eyes, you continued, "I can do it."

He smiled softly and kissed your forehead. "I know you can. You're going to take both of our cocks so well, baby. Right?"

You whined and nodded, bringing your head down again and taking Steve all the way into your mouth. "Oh my god," he groaned out.

"No gods here," Eddie smirked, fingers speeding up and curling to hit just the right place inside of you to make you cry out around Steve's cock. "Just a good girl who's about to create the most beautiful spit-roast imaginable." He removed his fingers and before you could whine about the loss, you felt the head of his cock press against your cunt. He dragged it through your slit, hitting your clit now and then, enough to make you whimper but nothing else.

Then he slowly pushed his cock inside you, letting you adjust as he moved inch by inch. "So tight," he praised. "Always so tight for my cock. Such a good girl."

You shuddered at the praise and being filled up. Steve spread his hands in your hair to help move your head so you could keep sucking him off. When Eddie bottomed out and you could feel the press of his hips against your ass, he stopped and just reveled in the feeling.

"You're so beautiful," Steve said as if in awe. "You're both so beautiful." You knew he and Eddie must be staring at each other as they both fucked you and you moaned at the thought. You pushed back a little on Eddie, giving him permission to move. He gradually pulled out and then pushed back in hard and fast. You choked around Steve's cock but didn't stop sucking his cock.

"Look at you, taking us both so well," Eddie cooed in a strained voice. His hips quickened, making Steve speed up your head movement. You were just between them, letting them use you for their own pleasure, and you'd never felt more perfect in your life.

Steve panted hard. "M'gonna cum," he managed, and you wrapped your lips tighter around him and sucked harder. "Oh, fuck, baby." You took him all the way, deep into your throat, and swallowed around him. He jerked and you quickly retreated so you wouldn't gag. His cum shot into your mouth and you did your best to swallow it all, some of it leaking down your chin. Steve slowed and eventually stopped your motion, extending his orgasm as much as he could, and then lifted your head so it was level with his. "That was amazing."

You smiled and used a finger to wipe the cum from your cheek and into your mouth, sucking on the digit while staring at him. He already looked wrecked and that was just the icing on the cake.

And then a hand, adorned with big silver rings, wrapped itself around your throat and pulled you back.

Your back came flush with Eddie's chest and you cried out from the change in position. His cock was hitting deeper now, and rubbing that specific little spot over and over again.

"Hi, princess." Eddie's voice was right next to your ear. "Having fun?"

You nodded.

"Ah ah ah, I wanna hear you say it. Let Steve and I hear everything," Eddie directed and then bit down on your pulse point.

"Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes," you cried. "Feels so good."

Eddie's wicked chuckle tickled your neck. "It does? Well, I think pretty boy here can help you feel even better."

Next thing you knew, Steve was kneeling right in front of you, hands pressing into your waist. He looked exhausted but there was still a hungry look in his eyes. Then he moved his hands up and grabbed at your tits, rolling the nipples in his fingers harshly. You dropped your head onto Eddie's shoulder, keening, feeling like you could explode.

"Look at us, angel," Steve said gently, and you turned your head so you could see them. They leaned into each other and kissed wildly. Both sets of their hands tightened on you and you whimpered. Your orgasm was on the horizon; it was a tsunami and headed towards you fast. Steve took one hand and dragged it through Eddie's hair, pulling him even closer. You felt his lips on your neck, here and there, and you knew he was marking up both you and Eddie, marking you as his. You leaned your head to the opposite side so he would have more space to create his art.

His other hand slowly slid down and then two fingers started rubbing fast circles on your clit. "Oh, god!" You shouted.

Steve leaned away, and Eddie retightened his grip and focused on drilling his cock into you, harder and faster and deeper. "That's it, baby," he said. "Cum for us."

You lifted your head and locked eyes with Steve. He nodded, a half-smirk on his face, and that was it. The tsunami hit and wiped everything out.

"Holy shit!" Eddie groaned as you clenched hard around him. You let out whines as he kept fucking you and Steve kept rubbing your clit, prolonging your pleasure to the maximum limit. Three, four, five hits later and Eddie was cumming too, his hips stuttering but still thrusting as he rode out the high.

At some point, he slowed to a stop and pulled out. You collapsed forward and Steve caught you, moving you so you could lay on the bed. He set you down gently and pressed kisses to your face. Eddie flopped down next to you and did the same as Steve. You giggled tiredly.

You were in heaven.

Then Steve was getting up and walking into the en-suite bathroom. You heard water running and then stop and Steve reappeared, carrying a warm wet towel. He gently cleaned you and Eddie up, then himself, then tossed it into the dirty laundry hamper. He was about to lay back down when there came a meow from outside the door. Steve walked over and opened it, and Sweet Potato emerged from the hallway. He rubbed against Steve's leg before jumping onto the bed, curling up in his regular spot, and falling asleep.

All three of you laughed quietly. Steve closed the door and returned to the bed. He climbed in and laid between you and Sweet Potato, with Eddie on the other side of you. You pulled up the comforter and got cozy.

"I don't know if this actually needs to be asked now," Eddie said, sounding worn out, "but I'm gonna do it anyway. Steve, would you like to date me and Y/N? The both of us, together?"

You looked at Steve and smiled. "'Cause we wanna date you," you finished.

It was pretty dark in the room, but you thought you saw a tear or two shining in his eyes. "I would love to date you, both of you, together."

Eddie sighed. "Thank god."

"I thought there weren't any gods here?" Steve teased.

"Oh, shut up."

You and Steve laughed. You looked up at the ceiling, feeling like you were on cloud 9. "This feels too good to be true."

"Well, it's true," Steve said.

"Finally," Eddie sighed. You felt both of their eyes on you. It gave you indescribable joy to know they were looking at you, and each other, the same way you and Eddie would. Like they were the most important person in the world. Like you couldn't live without them. Like they were the key to your happiness, and you to theirs.

You gave each of them a kiss and then turned on your side towards Eddie. Steve shifted behind you, and you felt his body pressed up against you from behind. His arm snaked around your waist and held on tight. "Is this okay?" He asked.

"Ha!" You yelled, startling both boys and the cat. They all stared at you and you looked back at Eddie triumphantly. "I told you Steve would cuddle me!"

Eddie laughed. He gave you a kiss and said, "You sure did, babe."

You all settled down again, and you covered Steve's arm with your own to keep him against you. "What was that?" He asked, sounding more confused than ever.

You giggled. "I'll tell you in the morning. Promise."

#steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #mine

[greenbergsays]

Every payday, the first thing I do is pay the bills due for that check and the second thing I do is peruse my Book Spreadsheet where I have an ongoing list of m/m romance books that I want to own in paperback

I’ll buy $30-$50 worth of stuff from that list, the amount depending on how much money I have left over after bills

Whatever I have after bills & books, that’s what I survive on until the next paycheck. It’s a system I developed when I started my new job almost two years ago now and it’s working great for me if I do say so myself

So you KNOW that it has to be bad when this pay period, I spent my allotted book money on stuff to clean up my back yard with.

I have 3 sheds in the back yard, two that came with the house and one that I bought a few years ago because the other ones are very very old and have a lot of termite damage

My brother is a hoarder and has done nothing but pile junk around those sheds for years—some of the stuff dating back to before I ever moved in with my grandmother—and I can’t stand it anymore, I gotta clean that shit up

I’m not normally a work-in-the-yard person but once in a blue moon I get that Urge and I just have to ride that wave until it’s over

My grandmother will be happy though 😂 She likes a pretty yard

#rl shit #yard cleaning #neurodivergent urges are impossible to resist is2g

[yanderu-deredere]

the m in may stands for marriage

a/n: another one of these hehehe! don't forget to vote in the poll on my pinned post becos i have a really great surprise involving the winner of the poll!

warning: gender neutral reader, prompt: day twenty ★ reorganizing the bookshelf

liam arieh ★ profile

You coughed as dust suddenly exploded in front of you, blinding you momentarily "Liam, what the fuck. When's the last time you cleaned in here?"

Liam just whistled and ignored your question. He was on the other side of the room, sorting through the piles of books that weren't on a shelf. Still, you were sure that he'd still be able to hear you.

You just huffed and kept pulling books out, disgusted by the slight cloud of dust every single time you did so.

There were various hardbacks, expensive looking, with some of them even having gold on the cover or along the edges of the pages.

You noticed a pattern among the books; a lot of them had to do with mythology, with religion, with various Gods and Goddesses, angels and demons. Some, you recognised. Others were in languages you couldn't even decypher.

"You're such a hoarder." You grumbled as you finally cleared at least one shelf, wiping at the wood and grimacing at the dark stain on the paper towel in your hand.

Liam just smirked at you almost victoriously "I'm not hoarding, just, y'know, collecting. I'm an appreciator of fine literature."

"Plus, you can't complain. You married me, my sweet pomegranate." He added in that annoyingly cocky tone of his.

It took everything in you not to chuck a book at his head.

You supposed he did have a point though. And, despite the grime and the disgusting hoard, you didn't want to have it any other way.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #oc x reader #yandere #male yandere #male oc #drabbles #liam #maymarriage

[20dollarlolita]

A follow-up to this post: "But I want to make this for the sake of making it, and I'd like to get paid to do the thing I want to do so that I'm not forking out of pocket or collecting a huge number of made things with no purpose!"

Okay, friend, I knew you were going to ask this because I also like making a ton of things but don't always want the things that I made. I make things, sometimes, because I NEED TO MAKE, not because I want to have those things. This is part of why cool handmakers get stuck way undercharging for quality labor. We all spend a ton of money on a thing we love doing, and if we could just get someone ELSE to pay for the thing that, then we could MAKE THINGS FOREVERRRRR.

And yes, that's completely valid.

So I'm going to introduce you to my personal rule for that:

2.5x the cost of materials is the minimum you should sell a handmade thing for, and anything less is insulting. You spent $10 for yarn, those gloves cost $25.

That does not mean that you only charge that much. That means you never charge less than that much. If you sell the gloves at the cost of the materials, you're valuing everything you did as completely worthless.

I read the 2.5 number in a book once (I think this one but I can't remember anything else in the book) and I've found that it's a really good basic number for when someone I like wants to buy my stuff that I make. Generally, it doesn't feel like I"m asking too much, but it also is more than my brain that values my work so little wants to charge. $25 for a pair of gloves is reasonable to ask your friend to pay, but my brain always wants to be like "oh i paid $10 for materials so you can have them for $8" because I apparently don't value my work.

It's also great because 1) I don't like keeping track of how long things take me to make and 2) I don't keep good track of how much things cost.

I'm making a skirt right now. The fabric was $20. The elastic was 80" off a 100 yard spool that I bought two years ago. Most of the trim is harvested off of a skirt that I got on accident two years ago and then deconstructed. I broke two needles working on this project, used 1/8 of a spool of thread, put 18 minutes of sewing time onto my sewing machine and made a nick in my serger blade that required me to replace it. How much was my materials cost? I don't fucking know. But I know that if I ask $50 for it, all of those things will probably be covered, and I don't need to do a ton of math.

So yeah, when you're giving stuff to people and they ask how much you want for it, if you don't like math and you don't like counting hours or logging work, 2.5x is a pretty solid budgeting and isn't at all asking too much.

Also, one of the most fun things I have noticed about having a job where I'm not constantly counting every penny, is that I can just chaotically give people gifts for no reason. You want to know how much fun it is to just make shit and keep it in your car and when someone says something and you can just bust out a "well I do actually have a size 24 petticoat if you want one," reach behind your driver's seat, and summon the very thing they were discussing? I get crap for having a car that looks like a hoarder's car, but there's so much fun in summoning a bag of headbows from the depths of the inside of the car and handing them out like candy. I got into this because I will make things regardless of if there's a purpose for it or if I can actually afford it well, but the social element of selling or giving things away got really draining. And if you want to be an Agent of Positive Chaos, get a box, put your stuff in it that you made but don't have energy to sell, and keep a mental log of what it is. Someone's cold and your'e like BOOM, FUCKING GLOVES! It's like the Big Comfy Couch except that you're the couch. If you have the energy to manage your own business then congrats, but I have a limited amount of energy and I want to spend all of that making what I want, when I want, and figuring out what I'm going to do with it later. Having a job stresses me the fuck out and I decided to have a stressful fucking job because inflicting my handmade things on my friends for no reason is absolutely worth the stress. My friends live in a constant fear that I'll have made them a thing. They cannot escape it. It is always present and no one knows where it came from or where it will go. What man fears most is the unknown and i'm a big fucking ball of you-don't-know-what-i'll-make-you

Art isn't about why. It's about why not. Why are so many of our crafts dangerous? Why don't you *degrades into just quoting Portal for 4 hours*

#tag later

[nocompromise-noregrets]

Tour My Bookshelf

Thank you @spiced-wine-fic for the tag! <33333

An estimate of how many physical books I own: No idea. Probably into the hundreds, but many many fewer than I used to; I've had two or three huge clearouts in the last few years because I just had more books than space, and a whole load I was never going to read or read again. The older I get, the more I need to clear things out every now and then - I come from a family of low-level hoarders and it took me at least 15 years of being a professional archivist and learning how to appraise collections to be able to appraise my own stuff. Now, having loads of stuff really makes me antsy and anxious - I think I've just had to deal with too many huge, unmanageable collections, and having to dig gardener-lady's mouldering papers out of a damp cellar with only four days to do it really did leave its mark.

Favorite author: J R R Tolkien, Neil Gaiman, Sharon Penman

A popular book I've never read and never intend to read: Pretty much any book that's popular on Tumblr. I haven't read a new book for years because I haven't had the mental energy, and I still don't.

A popular book I thought was just meh: I'm sure there are several, but it's been so long since I've read a book I can't actually remember. I HATED American Psycho though; I tried to read it about 25 years ago and just could not get past the self-obsession and downright boring lists of brand names. Apparently it's some clever satire but I found it absolutely insufferable.

Longest book I own: Probably LotR, or History of Middle-Earth.

Longest series I own all the books to: The Chalet School series by Elinor M Brent-Dyer - something like 64 books. They're all in a box in the loft because I haven't got room for them downstairs.

Prettiest book I own: A facsimile of Thomas Malory's Morte d'Arthur illustrated by Aubrey Beardsley

A book or series I wish more people knew about: Sharon Penman's Welsh Princes trilogy, and in fact all the rest of her work.

Book I'm reading now: Still rereading LotR (started Fellowship last September, am finally onto Two Towers), but I'm not actually picking it up to read very often.

Book that's been on my TBR list for a while but I still haven't got around to it: Too many to list; I've been buying books but not reading them for at least ten years at this point. It makes me anxious and stressed; I feel like I should be reading (everyone else still is!) but I just can't concentrate.

Do you have any books in a language other than English: Various in German, and a couple in Finnish.

And lastly, paperback, hardcover or ebook? Paperback. Hardbacks are too heavy and bulky, and I just don't like ebooks. I had a Kindle, used it about twice, and then it went in a drawer; the screen is too small for the way I read (whole bunches of lines at once, rather than word by word so I was at the end of the screen in a split second and needing to press 'next' where book pages contain much more text and take longer)

 Tagging anyone who wants to do this! :D :D :D

#tag game

[tea-twords]

Yanfei and Heizou thing I'm writing on a whim

Got the idea from @tartartartarsauce so thank you so much for it

Pairing: Yanfei and Shikanoin Heizou

Lee: Heizou

Ler: Yanfei

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"Ah, Yanfei, I think that's it over there."

"Hm? Oh, I see it now."

The Inazuman Detective and Liyuean (what's the word help) Legal advisor had taken a case from an ore-merchant, who had been attacked by treasure hoarders on his way from the Chasm to Liyue

They were walking around in Lisha, sticking to the path but also wandering around it in order to find the camp that the merchant reported seeing as well.

Heizou never failed to impress Yanfei. Even from when Aether and Amber (they are a duo in my book shut up) first introduced him to the team a month ago, he grabbed her attention when Aether mentioned his being the "best detective in Inazuma". And he's surely lived up to that title.

They discovered they work exceptionally well with eachother, both in mirroring professions and on the battlefield, which they both tend to want to avoid.

"Yeah, down there by that lake. It doesn't look like anybody's there though." Heizou said, pointing to where he was talking about.

"Judging by the lack of supplies and the footprints in the sand, they probably left not too long ago." She observed.

"Exactly my thoughts."

They stepped down by the lake to where the now-abandoned camp was.

"Heizou, look by those crates for anything they could have left behind." She pointed. "I'll look by these."

"Don't have to tell me twice..."

It wasn't long before Heizou discovered something very interesting in one of the crates, and began to tell Yanfei about it.

"Hey Yanfei, come over here for a sec?"

The half-adeptus stood up from where she was crouching and walked over to where Heizou was standing.

He looked over to her, slightly glad that they made a discovery so quickly, Burt some part of him, just...wasn't ready? He knew he was always efficient at what he did, but for some reason...he wanted this to last just a little longer."

"...Yanfei...I think my intuition may be telling me something."

Now normally, Yanfei wouldn't take a statement like this too seriously. But after knowing Heizou for a while, one tends to realize that his intuition really does tend to be correct.

"Really? What's it saying?"

"Hmmm..." he pretended to be lost in thought for a minute, with Yanfei waiting patiently.

This will be fun~

"...Heizou? You alright there?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just need to think it through for a minute..."

"Oh, sure. Take your time."

Mgh... Thought Heizou as he pretended to contemplate his ideas. He's known Yanfei for a bit, too. She's pretty patient...to get her to crack, he'd probably have to be a biiiit more obvious...

"Ah! I've got it!"

"What are you thinking?" She asked, a little excited."

"Welllllll..."

"Huh?"

"Ehhh, it's probably not too important. Lets just ke-"

"Woah woah woah."

Aaaand he's got her.

"You can just drag it out like and and then dismiss it with an "It's not important" (mocking Heizou voice-wise) line and expect me to just accept it and move on! You gotta tell me!"

"Do I really have to, though...?" He said, knowing damn well what he's doing, looking up at the sky all innocent-like, with that slight-smug little smirk on his face.

"Oh, now you've done it." Yanfei said, a half hearted angry face put on as she marched towards him, finally giving him the reaction he so desired out of her.

"Ooh, what's Ms. Lawyer gonna do to m-WAH-!" He suddenly shrieked, "not expecting" Yanfei to latch her hands on his waist and start squeezing rapidly.

"Mwah? Oh, (in a professional-mocking voice) Mr. Shikanoin, this is a ✨professional relationship✨, we certainly can't have any of that nonsense in this."

"Nohohoho, at leheheast sahahave that for Aehether and Ahahamber!"

"Eh, fair point, I'll give you that one." Said Yanfei playing along, but not letting up on the side squeezes.

"Buhuhuhut whyyyyy?" Heizou whined, knowing why but wanting to instigate her further for the fun of it, despite his tickly situation as a result.

"Why? Well, you won't tell me what your expert intuition is telling you to help US, and you're just being a brat! So how about it, gonna tell me what you were gonna say now?" Threatened Yanfei, adding a quick claw to the ribs before switching back to the torturous side squeezes.

"EEE-!" Heizou let his knees give out after that, and he was now laying on his back with Yanfei looming over him.

"Ohover my dead bohohody"

"Oh really? Well I guess I'll just have to kill you then."

"WaitwAITWAIT NO-" He started, only for it to be drowned out in his cackles as that evil advisor formed her hands into claws and dug in at his rib cage.

"YANFEHEHEHEHEI!"

"Yes?"

"WHYYYHYHYHY???"

"You know why." She said with almost the same teasing tone he had earlier, showing no mercy to the detective.

Heizou was a mess right now. He was flailing around, curling his legs up only for them to be kicked out again, repeatedly switching between arching and curling his spine, and trying to do anything he can to escape the tickles, except actually push her or just tell her to stop.

"You know, if you're so ticklish here, it's not the best idea to go wearing a shirt with it exposed, Mr Detective."

"Y-YOHOUHURE ONE TO TAHAHALK!" He managed to get out, only poking fun at her even further.

Yanfei stopped to think for a moment. Not stopped her attack, just her thought process. He did make another point... She was ticklish too, and she wasn't gonna act like she wasn't. Her worst spot is quite literally her tummy, which is basically always exposed. But then again, she's not as deathly ticklish as Heizou, and it's not like he could do much in his circumstance.

"Oh no, YOURE one to talk. Sure, I'm ticklish too, I'll admit that. But you, you're just asking for it arent you?" She said, causing him to wince between his loud cackles.

Because she was completely right.

Deciding he's had enough of this spot, Yanfei stopped her hands but kept them just where they are, giving him a break, but still giving him an anticipation attack as well.

"Well? Ready yet?"

"N...Never!" He said stubbornly. He was a little weakened from the tickling, but knew he could go for more.

"I thought so." Yanfei said with that tone, only lightly tracing his sides now.

"Well what do you think, Detective? Up..." she trailed towards his underarms, causing him to squeeze his arms tight to his torso in an attempt to protect that spot.

"Or should we go down?" And she trailed her fingers back down to his tummy area/hips.

"T-thahats just cruel..."

"Well? I'm waiting."

"..."

"Don't make me choose now."

"Alright alrihight! Fine...umm..."

"Too late."

"HEY-!"

Yanfei decided to go down this time, knowing that Heizou's underarms are his worst spot. She didn't want to go for the kill just yet.

"Yanfehehei come onnn!"

"Oh, you wanted up?"

"NONO-No, no, I-I don't..."

"So you did want down."

"No-I...UGH, man alihihive..."

Yanfei just grinned at his cornered state, as she picked up the pace and scribbled over his stomach.

"You're so mehehehean!!" Heizou whined yet again, curling up as much as he could. His stomach wasn't his worst spot, but it was definitely enough to get him giggling, especially with the protective fabric covering him. Until...

"You know, I bet I could just-"

And Yanfei just slipped her hands im his shirt from the sides, as easy as can be.

"NOOOHOHO! Yahahahnfehehehiiii! Ihihits so bahahahad!"

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked, not so much in a teasing manner anymore, but as a genuine question in case he would be tiring out now.

Heizou thought for a few seconds, on one hand, he wanted to say "yes", this was pure torture! On the other hand...he didn't exactly want it to stop. This is kind of what he'd been secretly hoping for this entire time, but he can't tell her that! He trusts her and everything, enough to tell him more about his past and a bit about the friend he used to have...but not this! Definitely not this!

Thankfully, Yanfei asked a follow up question so he didn't have to answer the first one.

"Oh, why did I have you here again?"

"W-well, I've got a bit of an intuition you want me to share, but I don't th-"

"Ah, right. So? Gonna talk now?"

"..."

"Hmm?"

"I told you...over my dead body..." He said, giving her his most "I dare you" grin yet.

That sealed his fate.

"Well, I warned you..." She said, her teasing tone back as she began to slowwwly trail her fingers back up his sides..."

"...Wait, No-"

"..."

"Yanfei, come on now...."

"..."

He squeezed his arms tighter to his torso again in an effort to protect his worst spot once again.

"You wouldn't..."

Closer...

"You wouldn't!"

Closerrrr...

"Y-yanfei, don't you dare!"

Almosttttt...

And then she stopped.

Right there.

So close.

But didn't move her hands

"GAH! Oh my godddd YANFEI!! How could you! At least move it!! Pleaseeee!!!" He whined for the last time.

"Over your dead body, huh?"

"Yanfei no-d-don't you dAHAHAHARE!"

And the famed detective of the tenryou (however you spell) commission squealed his heart out the moment his attacker's fingertips touched down on the extremely sensitive area, being thrown into hysterics.

"EHAHAHAHA-IHIHI CAHAHNT BELIEHEHIHIVE YOUHUHUHU!" Laughed the poor boy, once again being thrown into both a flailing state and a curling state.

Yanfei knew that he wouldn't be able to go on for much longer, because as much energy as this guy has, again he can only take so much. So after a short while, she finally stopped, leaving him breathless on the ground."

"Hah...whew..." Heizou rolled over on his side.

"Over your dead body? How bout now, detective?" She said, with a smile on her face again.

"Ughhhh, fineeeee...My intuition said that...um...that crate over there might have something important to it..." He said. This wasn't his intuition, it was just an observation he made a while earlier, before provoking Yanfei into killing him.

"And you really thought that wouldn't be of any use? The things full of noctilucous jade! The treasure hoarders really forgot to take a crate..." Said Yanfei, shaking her head at both Heizou and the Treasure Hoarders they were pursuing.

"It took your "superb intuition" to make that discovery, huh? You could have just like...looked there."

Yeah, he cannot tell her about this little secret.

"...Hey Heizou, are you okay? I didn't go too far, right?"

"No, no, I'm good, don't worry."

She just smiled at that.

"I know."

"Hm?"

"It doesn't take a detective to figure it out, Heizou." She said with a smirk.

Oh fuck.

"Figure what out? That they were smuggling Jade? That they got a little stupid with it?" He said, figuring if he acted like this was about the case it would direct her attention elsewhere.

"That you were totally asking for it."

"..."

fuuuck

"That wasn't even about the case, was it? My guess is you just got bored and wanted to act like a little brat, but then when I actually started to tickle you, you were all "noooo yanfeiiii" but don't think I didn't notice that you hadn't said "stop" once, cause you know if you did I would have."

fuuuuuuuuuuck

"Well, there's always the possibility I just don't think of it..." He made up an excuse. A poor one, at that.

"We both know that doesn't happen. And that's not even the only thing, I heard you wince when I said you were asking for it, and You didn't even answer when I asked if you wanted me to stop. And~..."

"Alright, alright! I get it..."

Yanfei just giggled at his defeated state.

"Don't worry about it though, I'm not judging you. But also, do you think we should start following the footprints? Cause we uh...do still have a case to solve-"

"Oh, right! Yeah, that was a time waster, sorry bout that." Said Heizou, choosing not to actually confirm the fact and just accept and try to ignore it.

"Eh, well, I wouldn't say it was a complete waste of time. I did uncover the fact that you like being t-"

"I get it!"

"Hehe..."

Yanfei began scanning the ground for the footprints, standing by the lake for any that would have sunk in the banks.

"Oh, hey, look here." Heizou motioned, pointing his finger in the water at something.

"Wha-HEY!"

Yanfei was cut off, for she fell for his extra little trick and got a few droplets of lake water flicked to her face.

"You little..." She looked at him, her face slightly red. Not from anger, just from being flustered. This guy really just got destroyed within an inch of his life, and he's back to being a little shit already?

"Come on, focus!"

"Hehehe~" Laughed Heizou, his usual "innocent" grin back.

Yanfei stood up and sighed, now beginning to follow the tracks of the footprints.

"...When we're done with this case, you are SO going to get it."

"I'd like to see you try, Miss Advisor."

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Notes: OH MY FUCKIGN GOD I MISSED WRITING FICS

I'm so sorry if it's cringe or terrible characterization or anything because most of this was written at 1 in the morning

And this is just incredibly self indulgent

But yea this is my first Genshin fic technically (Windtrace Hcs don't count) so I do hope you enjoy!

And special thanks to @tartartartarsauce and @rattypattyy for greatly enabling me, even if indirectly

#genshin impact #genshin tickle #yanfei #heizou #shikanoin heizou #lee!heizou #ler!yanfei #AAAAADHHEVBRJE #ok but now that I think about it Yanfei and Heizou remind me of me and my best friend irl #I love them #Yanfei's super easy to write #and Heizou is just Heizou #I may have written him a little too much like Kokichi Ouma but cut me some slack I WAS TIRED

[thewardenofwinter]

Happy STS! Hope your week has been good :) do any of your OCs collect anything? If so, what do they collect? Or what would they like to collect, if they could?

Happy STS Kraken! I still technically have 40 minutes until it's Sunday lol. Thank you for the ask, I’ve actually been dreadfully sick this past week, but that means I’ve had a lot of time to write/lurk so I guess everything works out in the end. I love this question as a collector of many things! Actually, a whole lot of my characters collect things (projecting much?) so I'll share a couple from each work.

🌊 Give No Quarter:

Circe collects many many jars of herbs and other plants to curate medicine. While she would love to collect books as she is an avid reader, paper and the sea don't mix and having a library on a ship with fire around is not the most intelligent of decisions. sorry, Bonnet:(

Adam collects mementos from every ship he captures, usually mantel pieces from captain's cabins and other trinkets. His own captain’s cabin is quite opulent due to this and he should probably get rid of at least some of them, but if anyone were to tell him that he'd probably throw them off the deck. 

⚰️ What We Undertake:

Dolores loves collecting old mortician tools that are either too rusted to be used or out of commission. Not for the sake of collecting, but she hates throwing things away because she thinks they will be useful.... eventually. The back of the mortuary looks more like a murder's personal torture chamber than a undertaker's parlor.

Vincent collects jars of… things… that once used to be... alive… (no, he didn’t kill them himself… mostly)

💀 The Resurrectioners:

Samara, much like myself, collects casettes and vinyls of her favorite bands. Also like myself she has OCD, but unlike me Samara has a tendency towards organization. All of her music is organized by first genre, then by alphabetical name, then release date. She finds it very distressing when someone touches them or messes up her organization and doing so can send her spiraling very bad.

Naz collects makeup/shoes, but tries to avoid the shade of red due to✨ trauma ✨ She probably has around 50 pairs of shoes and seven whole drawers of makeup, mostly lipstick and eyeliner. Touch any of her shoes or use any of her makeup without her permission and you might find yourself missing a pint of blood and/or an important organ come the morning.

Dmitriy is probably the worst collector out of all my characters, not because of what he collects but because of how much he collects. He’s pretty much an organized hoarder. Being the impromptu librarian for the estate, he has access to a lot of books and gets hundreds of new ones in a month from across the world… which means he gets the first dibs on what he can keep for himself. It started out with him collecting only bibles and first editions of his favorite Russian literature (represent his homeland ✊) along other first editions that were too damaged to keep in the library but slowly it grew to ‘any book that looks vaguely cool and old.’ Around half of what he keeps is probably too old to even open. His room is piled with books, so much so that his almost 6 foot ass has to sleep on the very edge of a king sized bed because the other half of it is piled with books.

— M. Warrin ❄️

#thank you for the ask! #writeblr #writeblr asks #writeblr community #current wip

[queerstudiesnatural]

i was tagged by frank @soupstiel thank you wormstie <3

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better.

name: rain

star sign: taurus

height: 5'4 / 1.64 m

time: 1:45 am

birthday: may 10th we had a party

favourite bands/artists: see the thing about me is that i don’t feel shame. taylor swift, louis tomlinson, 5sos, luke hemmings, hozier. glee cast.

last movie: dancing queens, it’s a swedish movie about a girl who introduces herself as a boy to be able to dance with a group of drag queens. the dancing wasn’t amazing but the gay people were. leave it to scandinavian movies to give you actually realistic queer characters (or like, characters in general tbh). 

last show: currently watching good witch, and i liked the gilmore girls vibes at first but now i’m halfway through and i’m kinda bored tbh. cassie is my ideal woman though. 

when did i create this blog: september 2021 but i’ve had my main for 10 years

what i post: here u go

last thing i googled: “rrr movie” because that’s what frank said he watched and i thought he was talking about the french movie by that name but his description of it didn’t match so i looked it up and apparently it’s a different movie. the french movie is called rrrrrrr. hilarious movie if you understand french. 

other blogs: my main is @ghost-roads and i have lots of old side-blogs for old hyperfixations that i don’t use anymore but haven’t deleted bc i’m a hoarder

do i get asks?: sometimes. not enough :( i wanna hear from u guys! 

following: 1010 apparently. that’s too many. in my defense i do have several blogs. but i might need to do a bit of a cleanse bc the dash has become A Lot

average hours of sleep: 6 which is soooo not enough for me

instruments: um. a lot. my main instrument is the viol (or viola da gamba) but i also play the recorder, guitar, piano, harpsichord, and then i can find my way around a cello, a double bass, most percussion instruments, and i just bought a violin so i’m gonna try to learn that next. oh and voice.

what im wearing: a floor length flowery dress hashtag summer

dream job: tbh, what i already do (music teacher) but like. less underpaid.

dream trip: not much of a traveller, but i would like to visit more european countries, but not by myself. i need a travel companion otherwise i won’t enjoy myself

nationality: no comment

favourite songs: that’s difficult because when i like an artist i’m usually obsessed with their entire discography and it’s hard to pick favourites. so here are some songs that are iconic to me personally, but that isn’t to say i don’t also like other songs just as much. would you come home by tyler blackburn. long live by taylor swift. the night we met by lord huron. starting line by luke hemmings. movement by hozier.

last book i’ve read: good thing i know no shame. new moon from the twilight saga, which i finished almost a year ago and had been reading for the past three years. yeah

top 3 fictional universes i’d like to live in: stars hollow from gilmore girls. middleton from good witch. and the shire from lotr. i realise those are places inside the universes in question but i mean if i were to live in those universes i’d have to pick a place and well i pick those places specifically. also yes i do just wanna live in a small town where everyone is friends and nothing bad happens.

i’m pretty sure that wasn’t 30 questions lol. i’m not gonna tag 20 people either so i guess fuck the rules. 

tagging the besties, sorry if you’re already been tagged, and of course there’s no pressure to actually do this <3

@sarcasmisalifechoice @roublardise @knifelesbianjo @girlbossdean @lesbianjoannaharvelle @charlie-bradbury @supersapphical @michaelcoded @dylfnatural @angelsdean @freakwiththeknifecollection

#rain.stuff #tagged

[jazzstarrlight]

Part 2 is complete. Read it on Wattpad or down bellow!

The Devil's Blood Moon pt.2

1½ days till the infamous blood moon,

"I've... Never seen him so sad and scared, Gorou." Kuki explained the situation to the best of her knowledge; worried for her friend. "And when he attacked... His eyes were blacked out and glowing red. Now that I think of it, his horns and tattoos were glowing red too."

"I see. Should we send word to the Traveler for help?" The Shiba ponders.

"No. We don't need strength. We need to talk to him. Believe it or not, you two have a unique bond that the rest of us don't. You're the only one that could talk him into calming down and tell us what's going on." The gang deputy clarified.

Gorou's cheeks began to heat up. "Really? M-Me and... Itto?"

Kuki sighed. "You've made quite the impact on the Boss, General."

"I..." His tail started to wag, "...I see."

Miss Shinobu crossed her arms and drifted into thought. "What is happening to Itto? Why now?"

She was talking to herself, but Gorou felt like he may have heard something similar before. "It... Couldn't be. Could it?" His own pondering attracted the attention of his temporary teammate. "While researching the devil's blood moon, I found a myth about something called an Oni's lunar trail. Under the devil's blood moon, an oni will lay waste to everything in their path. But it was only one brief mention in a folklore book."

"Key word, folklore. Itto would never hurt a fly." Kuki defended.

"I know. It's most likely just a scary children's story. We'll get to the bottom of this. We have to." Gorou attempted to hype them up as they continued searching for their friend.

Meanwhile,

The discouraged oni, after searching a whole day for a secluded spot, had just finished tieing himself up in a cave. He had rinsed under a waterfall earlier but still reeked of blood from the enemies that crossed his path.

Their screams echoed as he stopped treasure hoarders before smoke-bombing their escape. Yet, the oni only had bits of visual recollection; what it looked like to tear through a human's flesh, made him nauseous.

Thoughts were flooding his mind. What if the chains aren't strong enough to hold him? What if he makes his way to the city? What if the next person's blood on his claws ends up being his friends? What if... He kills Gorou?

"No! Gorou is safe on another Island. It's Kuki, granny oni and the gang that are in danger. And then the children... Oh, please let the chains hold." Itto talked to himself.

A growl came from his stomach. A clear sign he missed lunch. "Dang it. Did I bring a snack pack?" He looked around; noticing a small sack to the left and pulled it close with his foot and grabbed a meat and mushroom skewer. "Oh, sweet! This meat should keep any... Cravings in check." He dug into the sweet juicy meat and mushrooms.

Even while he stuffed his face, his thoughts were with Gorou. He couldn't stop imagining him as one of those treasure hoarders, looking at him in terror while taking his final breath. "I dare not let that happen to you, Gorou. I'd kill myself before I spill a single drop of your blood." He talked to himself.

With his belly full, he found any agitation and paranoia easier to control. He sat in silence; clearing his mind through meditation as best he could, though his mind would wander off and on.

All of a sudden, his sense of smell increased and that's when he caught a whiff of familiar, yet stronger scents.

"Hey look. A cave!"

"Could he be here?"

Itto recognized the scent and voices. "No. Not now. Why'd you come back?" He muttered under his breath then thought, "maybe if I stay quiet, they'll pass by."

The voices entered the cave and saw the oni chained to a big rock and spear. "Itto!" They exclaimed in unison.

"Gorou... Kuki... What are you doing here? You need to leave. Get as far away from me as you can!" Itto pleaded. Unable to look them in the eyes.

"We're not leaving you, Boss. Not untill you tell us what's going on." Kuki stood her ground as gorou kneeled infront of the oni.

"Please, Itto. What's wrong? We'll help in any way we can. But you have to tell us." The doggy general held his hand for a second before Itto pulled it away as the furry started to surface again.

His eyes went black and his throat began to growl, lashing out towards Gorou. Stumbling back, Gorou was glad the chains were there to stop him.

"Itto! Wake up!" shinobu shouted.

The oni breathed heavily a few times before closing his eyes. When he opened them again, they were normal and full of fear. "Gorou... Dod I... Did I hurt you? No no no no no..." Tears streemed down Arataki cheeks as if some one just gave him a plate of beans.

"No, you didn't hurt me, Itto. It's ok. I'm ok. Look at me." The shiba urged him to make eye contact and he calmed down enough.

"This is why I told you guys to leave. Gorou... Kuki... The devil's blood moon does a terrible thing to oni's like me. It gonna take control of me and... I... I'm trying everything in my power to make sure I don't hurt any innocent people. But... It's too strong! Just by being touched by someone... I... Grhh... I... Grghhh... Get away!" Without warning, his eyes reverted to black and red, his tattoos glowed, his claws and horns grew longer and he let out an earthquaking roar. Breaking the chains and charging at them.

Gorou held him off, taking in Itto's new features and beastly fangs snearing and snapping at him.

Kuki took out a peice or paper and slapped it onto Itto's forehead with a flash of purifying light.

The oni was instantly put to sleep, but his new look didn't subside. Gorou simply laid him down, concerned about Itto.

Shinobu crossed her arms. "So... Mind telling me what you know of this 'oni's lunar trail'?"

"..." Gorou was at a loss. He didn't think it was real! How does he help the man he cares about the most? "I... Let's go to... Y...Yae Miko. If anyone might be able to help, it's her. I just hope she doesn't focus on me."

Kuki nods as Itto wakes up.

"What happened?" He sat up and saw the broken chain. "No..."

"It's ok, Boss. I put a seal on you. It should hold for now as long as you don't touch it." Kuki says.

"Ugh... Is that why I feel nauseous?"

"I guess." The girl shrugged.

Gorou looking into the oni's eyes. "Doesn't look like the seal has any effect on the physical changes."

"Physical changes?" Itto repeated and inspected his horns, fangs and claws. "Ah, great. I look more like a freak now."

"I don't think you look like a freak. Infact, it looks kinda... cool." The general complimented, failing to not blush.

"C-cool?" Itto blushed too.

The dog nodded and delicately took Itto's hands. No violent reaction from Itto.

"Just so you know the seal is only temporary. We need a better solution before the blood moon." Says kuki.

"We were going to head to Yae's shrine to ask if she know's anything to help protect you from the devil's blood moon. Please, Itto. Come with us and don't push us away."

"Gorou..." He shifted his hands to cup the small shiba's hands and sighs. "Ok. I trust you. If I loose control, I want you to take me down. Promise?"

The general hesitated to think. "I promise... It won't come to that. I'll make sure of it."

Itto wrapped his arms around the doggy general, memorizing his scent and Gorou did the same.

It was clear to Kuki, Itto's feelings are very much reciprocated and wondered how long she was going to have to deal with this pinning before one of them confesses first.

To be continued...

#genshin impact #arataki itto #gorou #gorou x itto #itto x gorou #ittorou #itto #the devils blood moon #crimson oni #shiba inu #doggy general #kuki shinobu #wattpad

[void-the-satanist]

𝗶𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧 !!!

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hello y ' all ! i ' m void , and i ' m new about having a blog so i ' ll probably make a lot of mistakes , please be patient with me . / gen

i go mostly by elu / ilu / ael & they / it / xhe & ellu / elli , in portuguese , english , and spanish respectively .

i 'm a monoconscious , median , cosmadawn + stressdawn , queer - heavy , subsystem . i ' m also the specusian / frontstuck host book of space library .

i ' m an anarchist ( against any and all hierarchies ) , radinclus / critexclus , blankqueer / blankfreak & blankpunk collector / hoarder , paraphilia collector / hoarder & polyholder , and i fluctuate between theist / traditional satanism and atheist / lavey satanism .

i speak native portuguese , fluent / superior english , novice / intermediate spanish , and i want to learn russian .

⇥ in case somebeing want to know something else my rentry can be found » here « .

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i may coin some terms , but i don ' t know how to make flags and i ' m a perfeccionist so i have no patience to learn how to , so if you want to make a flag yourself , or ask someone else to make one , i will be really happy to see it , so please mark me on the flag post .

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*respectively : do not interact , do not follow , before you interact .

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✮ 𝗧𝗔𝗚 𝗦𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗠

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[robertogreco]

Here’s something more from the deleted watch forum account that I posted sometime in September 2022 or thereabouts.

Horolophiles and Horolomaniacs

Yes, another post about collecting, enthusiasm, curating, and all that good stuff. This one adds -philia, -mania, and archives to the mix of terminology.

This morning I read “Hoardiculture” by Jon Day, a reference to several texts on the topic of hoarding. Here’s a passage about books from the essay, (all emphasis mine):

The first recognition of something like hoarding disorder was bibliomania, a fashionable disease in the 18th and 19th centuries. As cheap printing made books more widely available they became objects to accrue, often irrespective of their contents. In ‘The Book Collector’ (1841), the French writer and librarian Charles Nodier distinguished between ‘bibliophiles’, who know ‘how to select books’, and ‘bibliomaniacs’, who ‘hoard and amass them’. The bibliophile, he wrote, ‘puts a book in its right place on the shelf, after having explored it with all the resources of sense and imagination; the bibliomaniac stacks his books in piles without ever looking at them.’ Nodier’s exemplary bibliomaniac was Antoine-Marie-Henri Boulard, a lawyer who gave up his practice to walk around Paris every day buying books, eventually amassing 600,000 volumes. Nodier described a visit to his home: ‘The gigantic stacks, their uncertain equilibrium shaken by the tapping of M. Boulard’s cane,’ swayed ‘threateningly on their bases, the summits vibrating like the pinnacles of a Gothic cathedral at the sound of the bells or the impact of a storm’. When Mme Boulard suggested he might read a few of his books before buying any more, Falkoff writes, he ‘became sullen and crotchety and began buying books on credit and hiding his purchases from his wife’. He eventually agreed to curtail his habit and fell into a depression, so his wife asked a bookseller to stand underneath Boulard’s window calling out advertisements for his wares, the sound of which cured him of his ennui.

Horolophilia and horolomania? And what is the 2022 watch equivalent of that bookseller and what he’s doing underneath Boulard’s window?

Stories, which I have referred to many times before, also come into play in Day’s piece, where we see the terms collection and curation that frequently appear in the watch world, but also the word archive, which I have mostly seen in the watch world when referring to something watch brands hold. Plus, there is a bit about de-cluttering, which sounds like some culling or thinning that we see in reference to watch collections. 

The psychoanalytic method has a lot in common with the hoarder’s. ‘All psychoanalyses are about mess and meaning, and the links between them,’ Adam Phillips writes in ‘Clutter: A Case History’. ‘If our lives have a tendency to get cluttered, apparently by themselves but usually by ourselves, most accounts of psychoanalysis have an inclination to sort things out.’ Phillips’s point is that the way we view a hoard depends on the stories we tell about it. A hoard that has been curated can become a collection; a collection that has been labelled becomes an archive (just as a collector is merely a hoarder who has space for his stuff). This is one of the reasons Michael Landy’s Break Down (2001), the artwork in which he systematically destroyed all his possessions – including his passport, his birth certificate and his father’s sheepskin coat – in a shop window on Oxford Street, was so provocative. It felt not just like an act of destruction, but a form of self-annihilation.

The essay ends with focus on the psyche and how these accumulations can be about memory and meaning, again frequent topics of conversation in the watch world and on [redacted].

‘Hoarding is unique,’ Falkoff writes, ‘because its diagnosis requires the existence of a material entity external to the patient’s psychic reality.’ Not only that: the hoard is unique because it’s both a symptom and a manifestation of the psyche that created it. When I was younger, I was embarrassed by my father’s hoard. Now I’m sort of proud of it. It speaks of his eccentricity, the range and idiosyncrasy of his interests, his admirable indifference to cleaning. It’s fecund and generative, if slightly overwhelming, like a work of art, or a stormy sea. In my father’s hoarding I now see a commitment, not to utility or beauty, but to memory, and meanings.

Anyway, food for thought.

image at top: Clutter Image Rating, living room (sourced from the same article)

#watches #collections #collecting #hoarding #possessions #ownership #Jon Day #clutter #accumulation #curation #watch collecting #watch collections #wristwatches #stories #storytelling #Hoardiculture #books #imagination #memory #meaning #meaning making

[getawayfox]

Thank you @wanderingbandurria for the tag! <3

hardcover or paperback / rent or buy / reads in silence or reads with music / standalone or series / annotations or pristine pages / ebook or physical copy / dog ears or bookmarks / mismatched series or complete set / cover matters or you don't judge / lend books or keep them to yourself / enjoys lit classes or despises them / browses shops or orders online / reads reviews or goes in blind / unreturned books or clean library record / rereads or once was enough / fanfic enthusiast or a stickler for canon / deep reader or easily distracted / must read the book before seeing the movie or order doesn't matter / neat bookshelves or messy bookshelves / skips ahead or resists temptation / reads aloud or in your head / guesses plot twists or never sees them coming

Tagging @goodboylupin and @direwolf-summer if you want to :)

#tag game #I wish I had neat bookshelves #but I`m a book hoarder #I keep all the books

[muchmoremarsh]

kicked out but like, liberally

#basically i dont have anywhere to stay over the summer and have to wittle my belongings down to my immediate stuff #so like imagine when going to uni/college you take all u need right? well im taking that AND either also taking my other stuff like dvds #books ect or theyre going into storage SOMEWHERE...idk where yet but if i leave anything in my current bedroom itll be chucked #so yeah uh uni clear out but make it RUTHLESS #the only unecesarry stuff i think i’ll keep is my disney stuff that can be put into storage #im not keeping shit hoarded thats for sure. i am not going to be a fucking hoarder like my m*ther #i forget about certain things like folders and certificates and old school stuff and art....they COULD have been kept in the attic for me t #o then come back to at a less clinging-to-the-home place but nah #cuz my dad and stepmum are fed up of me #its all i can think about like 24/7 how can i NOT be stressed/depressed about all of this #i know others have it worse ik but its still dauntinf and scary for a number of reasons #ive posted about this everywhere but idk what else to do!!!! im OVERWHELMED #im supposed to be having top surgery next year as well i have no idea where i’ll be recovering now :(

[godzilla-reads]

Half Price Book Haul

“Americanah” by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

“I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” by Maya Angelou

“The Burden” by Agatha Christie

“N or M?” By Agatha Christie

“The Princess and the Goblin” by George MacDonald

“Uncle Tom’s Cabin” by Harriet Beecher Stowe

#americanah #chimamanda ngozi adichie #i know why the caged bird sings #maya angelou #the burden #n or m #agatha christie #the princess and the goblin #george macdonald #uncle toms cabin #harriet beecher stowe #half price books #book haul #book hoarder #godzilla reads #book store #book blog #book blurb #book addict #book aesthetic #bookblogger #booknerd #booklife #booklr #booklover #bookish #books #bookworm #bibliophile #reading