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Horrifying to be Known.

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Summary:

Mountain is generally regarded to be a vanilla top. He's also painfully unaware of the fact that just because he's big, it doesn't mean he has to top, or the fact that topping doesn't have to be dominating. He's used to just accepting that sex is uncomfortable for him, and he'll get through his ruts by time in the showers. That plan goes to hell when he goes into rut on tour, when he's stuck with his packmates. They kindly inform him it's not the end of the world that he's a bottom.

AN:

There's a moment where Mountain stops the whole act, there's no safeword use bc he's new to this whole thing. They do notice he's upset and stop. There are several references to Mountain just being used and objectified, and he does not like it. It's kind of a misunderstanding thing though and only brought up as his own thoughts. The gang are very tender to him in the present. I felt it didn't warrant a warning, but this is the 'slow down' sign.

Relationships: Mountain/Rain/Phantom, Mountain/Rain/Dew/Swiss, Polyghouls

Tags: Sex Toys, Grinding, Lots of Knot Talk, Public Sex, much more. See ao3.

The steady ticking in his ear keeps him on track and tempo even as a heat swells just below his stomach. He’d gone into ruts before like this, on stage, but it’s more noticeable with their current uniform. Thank Satan for the drum kit hiding his lower half. Mountain shifts in place which does nothing but grinds his knot against his trousers. Fuck, why did it have to be so sensitive?

It’s worse during the final bow. He knows it’s visible, his knot is so big it looks like a near fist in his trousers. Not to mention his dick being hard. He shifts the fabric around his thighs trying to get more to hide his knot, but it does nothing. All it does is draw attention to it, and when a phone comes out in the front row he knows he’s fucked. Suddenly a hand is on him, covering him, and it grabs roughly. Mountain grabs the offending hand hissing and jumping back. He’s so on edge, the heat is so dense, that he might just cum on the spot.

Dew laughs in his ear. It’s been a while since he’s seen Mountain go into a rut, let alone in public. Honestly he’s doing him a favor, the ride to the hotel is a near hour away and there’s no way he’s going to last that long.

“Do it now, or you’ll be waiting an hour to the hotel. We could smell you all set.” Dew explains to him.

Fuck. Mountain hadn’t thought of the time it would take to get back. The hand grabs him roughly and pulls up making it look like he’s just fucking with Mountain. Instead, Mountain cums with his dick twitching slightly and a wet spot forming on the front of his pants. There’s no way he can pass that off as sweat. He keens, and he’s pretty sure it’s heard in the front row.

In the clarity that follows, he’s mortified. He should’ve just waited it out, because now his knots fully swollen and it only makes his predicament worse. There’s some phone flashes and he feels hot shame wash over his face. He’d expect his behavior from Swiss or Phantom, not himself. He’s had his ruts under control for a few years now.

Mountain finds himself upset and buried under embarrassment as they take their bows. He disappears first not even tossing sticks into the crowd before scrambling out of sight.

In the dressing room, he quickly peels his costume off in exchange for a hoodie and sweatpants. Looking in the mirror he grimaces. He feels so large. Mountain’s lanky for sure, but his height makes him feel awkward. His lower size is visible through his sweatpants, and his knot hurts being swollen with nothing to lock into. He pulls the hood of his jacket over his head and quickly stamps out of the building rejoining his pack.

He should be better. He should’ve been able to control himself.

No one comments on his sudden mood change until he’s shoved himself into the back of the bus. He holds his knees to his chest trying to ignore the heat in his stomach returning to overtake his shame.

Phantom is the first to notice. Well, not the first, but the one who actually says something about it. Most of the pack has an understanding that Mountain likes to deal with his problems on his own. Phantom is either too obnoxious to care, or just doesn’t know as he takes a seat next to Mountain. The other in turn shifts away from him so not an inch of skin is touching him.

“Are you okay?” Phantom asks despite knowing the answer. Everyone can smell it.

When Mountain doesn’t respond, he goes into a ramble trying to fix the situation. “I mean, I think you did great. You managed to finish the solo, and it sounded really good, and I don’t think anyone noticed, and-”

Mountain just shakes his head.

“’M sorry. Should’ve had more control.” He mumbles.

Why did it have to be like this? He’s always there for others in heat, he’s always willing to be the big body they need behind them, or over them, or whatever. But that’s out of his own giving. It isn’t something he hates, but it’s something he gets no pleasure from. At this point he’s come to accept that it doesn’t matter what he wants.

But just once he wants to be the small one. He’s tired of craning his neck to look at people and making them feel little. Just once he wants to be able to steal Rain’s hoodies, or wear sweatpants that don’t hug his front like that.

Phantom’s hand coming to his side just reminds him of how big he is. Mountain flinches and turns away. He’s the one that keeps them in line. He’s the one that makes sure they don’t act out in heats, and now look at him. A mess.

“What? No. Don’t be sorry. You did great. You waited till the end, and that’s more restrain than a lot of us.”

That’s just what he’s afraid of. He’s let his restrain go. He’s slipped up.

“Just stop.” Mountain mutters leaning on his side. The burning need is back, but he ignores it under the cool wash of being so upset.

Phantom winces, not used to aggression from Mountain, but nods defeated. He shuffles to the other side of the couch in silence.

Bug, he just gets in these moods. It’s nothing you’ve done. Swiss is in his head, but Phantom just frowns looking at him. He wants to help!

Rain shifts over to the back of the bus and draws the curtain separating it from the front. He moves slowly and softly, as if he’s afraid of startling Mountain by moving too fast. He takes a seat right in front of Mountain leaning in front of the couch. His hand strokes Mountain’s calf in soothing motions.

“What’s going on? Dew told me what happened. He thought it would be better than waiting in the bus for an hour. He’s also an ass at times and that’s not your fault. It’s just what happens.”

Mountain remains shifted on his side. He pulls down on the hood over his horns and shifts his legs. There’s a sound that Rain thinks he hears, but Mountain doesn’t acknowledge it.

They lay there for a bit, Rain at the foot of the couch, Phantom on the other side still trying to figure out what to do, and Mountain un-moving. The silence is broken when Mountain draws in a breath.

“I’m supposed to be in control. I’m supposed to have this all under control. I’m supposed to be able to wait. I-” A wave of heat makes him bite his cheek.

Rain’s hand wanders to fiddle with the pocket of Mountain’s hoodie. “Oh, baby, how are you supposed to control this? It happens to all of us, you don’t have to hide it. We’re all here to help.”

“Don’t want that.” He grumbles.

“What do you want?”

Phantom listens to the exchange trying to figure out a way he can fit into this, a way he can help, but he’s never seen this side before. He’s always thought that Mountain enjoyed being the big guy, the one that keeps Dew in check, the one that keeps tempo in the practice room. He’s never thought that the big guy wants to feel small.

Mountain refuses to answer for a little bit before he finally turns back on his side to face Rain and Phantom. Even curled in on himself he looks like a big mass of lengthy limbs covered in baggy sweatpants.

“Just want to feel small.” He mumbles. “Want to be covered by you.”

“We can do that.”

Rain stands slowly, again with gentle movements, while letting Mountain find a comfortable spot on the couch. While he does that, Rain looks to Phantom.

“Wanna help out?”

He nods quick and eager.

Once Mountain gets comfortable, Rain slips behind him hooking his legs around his thighs and finding his arms above Mountain’s. He waves to Phantom for him to lay on top, and while he’s light, Mountain exhales slowly as if he were a great weight on his chest.

Phantom’s leg brushes against his knot that had finally gone down, accidentally grinding his dick. Immediately Phantom apologizes and moves his leg. Mountain whines, but nods accepting the apology. He shouldn’t be enjoying this. He should be keeping his rut to a minimum until he gets back to the hotel room and can find some time in the shower. A hand traces down his chest in soothing circles.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay if you liked it.” Rain soothes to him. “It’s perfectly fine if you want him to do it again. I’m sure Ant would be happy to.”

Mountain fights himself. He does want to continue, he does want to spill again, but he’s so afraid of doing so. So afraid of his scent being stuck in the couch as if it would be his end if the pack could smell him. Logically, he knows they already can. The curtain just hides the visual, not the scents or sounds of his needy heat.

Phantom taps his head gently between his horns.

“You’re too deep in your thoughts. It’s a simple question. We don’t have to, but I wouldn’t mind continuing. It would make your heat die down faster. Trust me.”

Yeah, so what if Phantom’s managed to kill a heat just by humping a pillow. What about it?

But he’s right. Mountain’s heat isn’t going to die down anytime soon, and it’s over an hour to the hotel. He thought the mortifying acts of Dew on stage would be enough, but no. Mountain also knows his rut won’t be fixed by a quick tug in the shower.

He growls and bites his cheek.

“Fine.” He relents as his growl turns to a whine as he accepts himself. “Please, don’t stop.”

Rain kisses his scalp and Phantom smiles as he moves his leg back between his thighs. He slowly rocks his knee down onto Mountain listening to every whine and gasp.

“There you go. Don’t worry about it, Mount. Don’t think about it.” Rain soothes trying to keep him out of his head for a bit. Mountain nods trying to focus on his voice.

Phantom grinds his thigh down onto him as Mountain grabs Rain with one hand and Phantom’s thigh with the other.

“Does that get your little dick off? Is this what you’ve needed for so long?”

Rain’s going to be the death of him one day, because that does something to the nerve crossed between Mountain’s brain and his dick. He’s never been called that before, never small, and it’s twisting his mind in the most pleasurable way. Suddenly he feels so comfortable. The fear of being seen is gone, filled instead by loving hands that don’t care if he’s needy in rut, or if he whines and screams.

Phantom laughs, not mockingly, but just soft with humor. “I think he likes that.”

Mountain just nods. He needs this. “I said I wanted to feel small.”

A sharp dig to his groin makes him keen just as he did on stage with Dew’s ‘payback’.

“Yeah? You like being called small? You deserve to be with this tiny dick. I wonder how you even manage to fill anyone with it.”

He groans and spreads his legs further. His head reminds him that he isn’t supposed to like this. He’s supposed to like being able to stretch anyone out, he’s supposed to like being a strong body behind them. Mountain shakes his head and pushes the thoughts away. He could slip into this. He could fall into the idea that, yeah, maybe he is small. Just for this moment.

“Poor Mountain. We all know that he’d be better at taking it.” Rain murmurs to his ear.

That makes his dick twitch, and suddenly he realizes that with Phantom’s constant pressure, he’s going to spill.

Mountain tries to warn, tries to make some noise, but the only thing that comes out is a babble of moans that he knows he should hide.

“It’s okay. Let me milk that little cock. Let’s see if your knot can even swell.”

Phantom doubles his efforts as he takes sharp digs with his knee. His tail swishes behind him in his excitement. He’s never helped anyone through heat before! He’s over the moon for it to be Mountain, too, of all people.

Rain kisses the shell of his ear with a content smile. “Come on, just let go. Let yourself enjoy it. I want to see it.”

Phantom makes a sound of agreement. Suddenly Mountain realizes he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. He already has his his hands full, but he can’t shift his hips with Phantom pushing him down. He’s held still by Rain. The only thing he can do is feel the sparks in his nerves. For once, instead of focusing on getting someone to the edge over his own orgasm and painful over-stimulation that he hates, all he can do is relax and feel it.

His head feels like it’s swimming, spinning as he tries to thrust his hips. The voices talking around him feel distant as he groans low in his throat. It’s lasting so long with Phantom keeping the pressure constant and Rain encouraging him to just feel his dick twitch.

By the time that he comes down, Mountain’s sweatpants are sticking in teh front around his large swollen knot and around his thighs where sweat has collected. Phantom’s knee is a bit wet, but he wipes it on Mountain’s sweatpants without a second thought. Rain runs fingers though his hair, down his scalp. He starts scratching at his horns, right where they meet his scalp, which makes Mountain’s leg twitch. Phantom laughs at how his foot shakes.

“Is that a bit better?” Rain asks and Mountain nods tiredly.

He’s certain he’ll sleep through the drive to the hotel, or he would’ve if the curtain wasn’t pulled to the side. Shame should’ve poured over him, but he’s too tired to care.

“Are you all done back here? I left my phone charger in the bunk.” Aurora leans her head in. She raises her brows at Mountain being the one covered in soft touches. It’s usually the other way around.

“Yeah. I think he’s going to sleep for a while. Guy’s a hard sleeper.” Rain answers.

Phantom climbs off him and a half-aware Mountain groans at his absence. He reaches back into the bunk and grabs the phone charger coiling it before tossing it to Aurora.

She catches it easily, but pulls the curtain back and leans against the wall instead of leaving.

“Sounds like he worked through some stuff.” She says with a low voice. “Is he okay?”

A content sound leaves Mountain as Phantom leans back down on his chest. He isn’t really in the headspace to make sense of people talking around him. Mountain just lets himself fall asleep to the noise.

Rain nods running his fingers over Mountain’s exposed horns.

“Yeah. I think we have somethings to talk about now. I think that he's tired of being the roots, you know? I think sometimes he wants to be the one that's cared for, but he thinks that because of his size he has to be in control." Rain explains starting to twirl Mountain's thick hair. "Be gentle to him when he wakes up. Never tell him I told you this."

She nods and gives a smile with a mock salute. "Of course. You have my word I won't blabber that Mountain likes to be called small dick." She laughs, not to mock but to make a thick, dense air lighter.

Rain rolls his eyes, but Phantom laughs with her.

They all know the root of the problem isn’t Mountain being called big or small, but it’s a damn good indicator of it.

When he wakes up, Mountain finds himself placed in a bunk of the bus instead of just the couch. It must've taken a few of them to lift him up in there. He stretches out the most he can, which isn't much, before scrambling his way out of the cramped space.

The bus is lively now that they've neared the hotel, and the memories of what he did floods his mind. He's embarrassed, and doesn't want to come out until he has distance in the shape of time. Unfortunately, he doesn't get that chance as Rain catches his eyes from the open curtain. He walks over to the bunk, and Mountain shrinks back. Rain doesn't let it slide and instead forces him to look at him as he pulls him out of the bunk.

"You're not gonna hide away from us after that. It's okay, I promise." Rain soothes trying to coax him out into the open space of the bus, well, open when there's not several ghouls in it.

He looks up with pleading eyes, but Rain doesn't relent as he pulls him further out of the bunk. Mountain stumbles on his feet not realizing that Rain would actually drag him out. Rain brings his arm under his shoulder helping him up. Mountain instantly goes back into his usual shape of a craned neck and sloped shoulders.

He hasn't felt this shy in years. Suddenly he feels like how he did years ago when he was first summoned. Surrounded by people looking at him, expecting something from him, though he's not sure what.

Rain catches his unease and continues to lead him out of the back area and out into the main part of the bus.

"Come on. We just want to have a talk with you." He explains.

Dew is on the couch finding a spot with Swiss, Phantom is sitting antsy on the floor in front of them tapping his foot, Aurora leans on his shoulder sitting beside him. Cirrus and Cumulus are taking up the opposite chair with each other's hands in their hair. Rain continues to bring him out to the open space, despite how Mountain drags his feet.

He's forced into a corner chair, and Rain manages to squeeze in beside him, even if he has to keep one thigh up on the arm of the chair to do so.

"We just want to talk. That's all. No one's judging you." Phantom says, and while he means well, there's never malice from him; Mountain takes it to mean that they very well could judge him.

He shifts nervously and his shoulders close in further.

"What's this about?" He asks quietly to Rain in particular, almost begging if he can go now.

Cirrus speaks up first after untangling her hands from 'Lus's hair. "You know we heard you three back there, and we just want to make sure you're okay."

"If you were ever uncomfortable with how we did things, we could've changed it." Swiss adds. "Just cause you're the big guy doesn't mean you have to be in charge."

Mountain buries his head. He doesn't want to have this conversation right now, but there's never going to be a good time to talk about it. Still, being in rut doesn’t help things. Instead he's forced into admitting something that he had only gotten comfortable with himself an hour ago. Rain pulls his arm around his shoulder holding him to the conversation.

He finds he can't say anything, so instead Dew fills the space for him.

"You know we could always do other things. You can be, you know," He gestures with his hand, "Without being in control."

The thought never occurred to him, and now he feels silly for it. He's part of a pack that sees sex as just another hobby, nothing to be a prude about, and yet he feels so insecure now. He always just let them take what they want, and he had what they wanted. In his mind, being his size instantly labeled him as wanting to be on top, wanting to be domineering, even if he wasn't. Mountain knows that his silence is an admittance of his own ignorance on the subject, but the feels a little less alone in it with Rain half sitting on him and half on the remaining space of the chair.

Slowly he shifts in his spot and clears his throat trying to find words to put together.

"Sorry. I just. I don't know. I kinda thought I had to be." He mutters. "Didn't know I had a choice."

Aurora sits up from her spot. "Oh, Mountain, there's always a choice. There's so many things you could do instead."

"Yeah, I kind of want to know what you can take. Should we set a score to see how fast you can spill from a strap?" Cirrus chimes in.

His face flushes as he realizes that, yeah, that does sound nice. Better than nice. It might be because he's still in rut, or because he's so vulnerable, or a number of reasons, but it sends sparks down his spine.

"Or we could put a collar on our big boy. Let everyone know he's not in charge anymore."

"Dibs on the leash then." Dew comments.

"Hm, what about maybe cockwarming him? I wanna watch him squirm."

"Oh that's too cruel. He'd cum too fast." Cumulus says all too delicately.

"I never said I wouldn't let him cum."

"Well, what about toys? You have a vibe, right?"

The shame and embarrassment leaves him at the ideas being spat out so quickly. With every detailed idea, he finds acceptance in them, a place in them. The doubts of being seen as too vulnerable or too submissive for his size are gone in an instant and instead replaced with a comforting warmth that he's accepted. Oh, and the warmth of his heat creeping back up.

"I'd like that. All of that." Mountain4 murmurs.

Suddenly a mental door has opened for him, and so many possibilities lie on the other side. Oh, and the actual bus door too.

"If you're all done talking about how you're going to fuck your drummer, we have bags to unpack." One of the road techs stick their head in to snap at the group before leaving the door open for them to clamber out of when they finish.

Mountain doesn't want to really get up and help haul their luggage in, not when his heat is starting to flare up again and that in turn makes his dick start to harden. It's seen easily through his sweatpants, and he had just listened to several ideas of how to make him cream. His ruts aren't as bad as when he was first summoned. Over the years they've gotten tamer, but it doesn't mean that he can just go about his business.

Thank god Rain treats him like a princess.

"I'll carry your bag in. Just get the room key and try to not make yourself cum, okay?" Rain says and he nods trying to gather his bearings after spilling so much emotion and having to deal with his heat.

Mountain arches his back when Rain stands leaving his lap empty, and the instructions linger in his head brightly. Right. Room key.

While the others grab their luggage and carefully pull their glamors together, Mountain realizes he's struggling to keep his up so he tucks his tail into his sweatpants and his horns under his hood. He makes a run for the lobby, stumbles through getting his room key, and waits through the agonizing seconds the elevator takes.

Once finally in the security of the room, he tosses himself onto the bed. Earlier today, he would've taken the chance to just find the shower and get himself off to ease his rut, but now he's been given instruction and it just feels too good to follow instruction. He lays on his back looking down at his dick swollen under his sweats. He wants to touch it so badly, to just give it a few tugs, maybe squeeze his knot a little bit, or run a finger over the seam of his balls.

No. He's been told to not do that. He wants to follow instruction so well. Why does that make his head fuzzy?

There's a knock on the door, and Mountain ignores it the first time a bit afraid of whose on the other side. Was there something he forgot? Did they need something? The voice on the other side cuts through his thoughts.

"I swear to Satan, if you already came-" Rain knocks on the door again and this time Mountain scrambles up to it. He swings it open to find not only Rain, but Swiss and Dew behind him. They push into the door, and Mountain lays back onto the bed.

They set their bags onto the floor by the door and lock it behind them. Rain follows him to the bed first and inspects him to find that he's follows instruction so well. The only spot in his pants is the dried cum from earlier. He sits up on his knees watching Mountain squirm under his eyes.

"There's no need to be worried. You did so well waiting for us." Rain coos. His hands wander up Mountain's thighs holding him down so he stops moving. "So good waiting for us. Do you like following instruction?"

Mountain nods. There's so much he's unsure of now and its evident in his nerves.

"I know, it's a lot, but we're just going to try some things. If you don't like something, let us know, and we'll stop. If you like it, tell us.” Rain says while the others get comfortable.

They’ve brought an extra bag with them, and Mountain tries to peer over Rain’s shoulder to get a look; the curiosity goes straight to his dick. He sees a few things: brightly colored silicone and a bottle of something.

Swiss bares his teeth at him playfully nipping the air. Dew continues setting things out on a towel as if this were a procedure and these were his tools. Suddenly Mountain feels a pit in his chest over the burning heat of need. He’s nervous, almost afraid, but he can’t go back to pretending he likes to dominate. Rain moved his hand to run it over his clothed cock in a few quick tugs that makes Mountain forget his thoughts. He helps Mountain shimmy out of his sweats and tosses them to the side.

The cool hotel air feels nothing short of wonderful on his exposed knot. The thing is almost as sensitive as the tip of his cock. He whines and shifts his hips into nothing which makes Rain laugh.

“Have you ever played with this?” Rain asks bringing a finger down to his asshole just rubbing it. Mountain shivers.

“No.”

The answer makes Swiss whip his head around. “You’ve never had you ass fucked? Not even by yourself? That’s fucking criminal.”

He shakes his head again. Usually when he plays with himself it’s just to get himself off. A few quick tugs and he spills easily. A knot forms in Mountain’s throat. He’s always felt like a toy, something that was grabbed when a ghoul or sibling of sin wanted a large dick. Now? They’re being so kind. So soft.

Something clicks in his head. This isn’t just something quick to get him through his heat, something to make him cum easily, but actual love. It’s about making him feel every nerve ending that makes him shake, makes him feel every ounce of pleasure they can wring from him.

Mountain starts crying. Rain immediately goes into his caring nature and pulls his hands up to his shoulders instead.

“What’s coming up for you, Mounty? Good or bad?” Rain asks and wipes his tears.

“Good. So good.” He nods. “Keep going.”

Rain smiles, kisses his cheek, then replaces his hands to where they were. Dew comes up beside him with an array of colorful silicone. He tosses a bottle of something to Rain who clicks it open and spurts out a clear glob on his fingers.

Mountain watches with curiosity at whatever it is. It becomes looser and more fluid as it warms up on his finger. Rain warns that it's going to be cold as he slicks up Mountain's hole.

"It might feel a bit weird, but just give it time, okay? And if you still don't like it after a while, let us know." He says as he slips his finger inside.

It isn't as unpleasant as Mountain was expecting, but it doesn't necessarily feel pleasurable. His cock feels neglected and he whines trying to get some kind of pleasure from it.

Dew shakes his head. "If we stroked you, would you cum?"

The answer is yes, but Mountain is desperate enough to lie. "No. No, I can last."

Rain knows that he's lying and scolds him for it with a frown. "Don't lie to us. It won't get you what you want. Are you going to be nice? Or are you going to be bratty?"

Again, his mind melts at the prospect of being a good boy and following orders. Mountain nods with a muttered apology. Suddenly there's a second finger slicked up, and as it presses in, he realizes that he's getting off on the feeling of his hole loosening. It's not nearly enough to truly get him off, but its a warm pleasure sinking into his bones.

"I like that." Mountain says with his voice nothing more than a low rumble.

Dew smiles wickedly. "Good, because that's just the start."

Rain crooks his fingers just right, and they brush against something in Mountain. The feeling makes Mountain jump in curiosity before shifting his hips back down to meet Rain's hand. He's fighting himself again as he finds himself grinding down not even aware of what he's trying to do. He's not trying to have a quickie, and the idea of just chasing pleasure for the hell of it is a surprisingly new concept to him.

Every time that Mountain gets used to the size of his fingers, another is added until there's three of them stretching him out and splitting him open. Rain looks over at Dew who grins and glances at the array of silicone that he's brought.

Rain pulls his hand away, and Mountain whines. Through the haze of arousal, he rationalizes that they're switching something up, but his dick doesn't care. It just wants something back in his hole. He shifts, but Rain tells him to be patient.

Rain and Dew discuss something amongst themselves while Swiss leans back taking in the sight palming himself.

"I think dildo, then one of us, then plug. Give him the chance to take a knot." Dew reasons.

Rain thinks for a moment looking over the toys they've brought. He worries that taking a real knot might be a bit much for Mountain's first night. He's never taken anything until now, and a plug you can take it out if its too much. A knot locks in place.

Thankfully, Swiss offers an alternative. "Give him a plug first, really loosen him up, then dildo. Get his insides stretched too. He should wait to have one of us in him. I wouldn't be able to control myself, and no offense Dew, I don't think your knot's up to it."

Dew nips at him in annoyance, but honestly he's had so many comments about his dick it doesn't really get to him anymore. And his knot did slip out of Swiss once.

Rain thinks for a moment. He really wants to take Mountain, he wants to feel those walls, but he can't bring himself to do it. He has a tendency to also lose control, and Mountain's delicate right now. If something happened and Mountain wanted out, he wanted him to have that chance.

A whine interrupts their arguing as Mountain shifts his hips.

"Will you shut the fuck up and so something." Mountain says before biting his lips. He doesn't know where the bite in him comes from, probably his rut5, but he doesn't mean it.

Rain knows this and laughs moving his hand to just gently hold Mountain's knot. Even that is enough as he squeezes it and rolls it in his palm.

"Sorry, baby. We were taking too long weren't we?" Rain takes the time to check in while he's stroking him. "How are you holding out?"

"I feel..." He buries his face in embarrassment at how instantly he places the feeling as empty. He needs something in him, and suddenly the hand at his dick isn't enough anymore. "Empty. Want something, anything."

Rain smiles and holds up one of the plugs. It's not the smallest, but definitely bigger than his fingers. It's wide and tapered to a point with a wide base. Mountain doesn't realize that his rim suddenly clenches in its need. But something in him wants more. He realizes that while it's big, his eyes drift to the bright pink one next to it on the towel.

Swiss follows his eyes and picks it up for him to see it, to feel the weight of it. There's a toothy grin on Swiss's face as he sees Mountain's surprise.

"Holy shit." His dick kicks seeing it.

Yeah. That's the one he wants.

"Are you sure? It's pretty big." Rain asks always concerned.

He nods, and Rain just grabs more of the bottled lube. He makes a display of slicking up the plug dripping lube down it lewdly. Mountain swallows thickly. He can't wait for it to be nestled deep in his body.

The toy is delicately lined up with his hole, and Rain spreads even more slick around before starting to press the tip in. He goes until he feels a bit of resistance and checks back in with Mountain.

Looking up was a mistake, because he might just cum in his pants from it. Mountain tilts his head back with eyes screwed shut. His flush is painting in skin in uneven splotches that are just too cute with the freckles of his shoulders. His stomach twitches in pleasure as his cock hangs heavy on his thigh dripping a thin stream of precum. He cracks an eye open at Rain.

Suddenly Mountain feels like he's going to start crying again. Rain looks at him with such adoration and concern. Dew grins wickedly at how his dick twitches. Swiss palms himself to the whole sight. The push into him is slow and stretching, but not painful. It's soft, gentle and loving.

Loving.

It's not being forced into him. He's not being used as a toy. This is all for him, and for once, even with lanky limbs folded to accommodate Rain between his thighs, he feels small.

He feels cared for.

"Is it too much? Does it hurt?"

Mountain shakes his head. "No, no. It's so good."

The plug is reaching deeper inside him, stretching his hole further and further. With one final push, it slides in fully and his hole clenches around the wide base. The quick slide carves out more space in him, and Mountain moans loudly arching his back.

Just as quickly Mountain covers his mouth. He'd been told once by a sibling of sin that he shouldn't make sounds like that. That it was girly of him to whine and cry and moan. The memory surfaces and as much as he tries to push it away it takes precedence in his mind over his pleasure.

A hand grabs his and pulls it from his face.

"Please don't hide those sounds, Mounty." Rain pleads with him.

Dew agrees with him, and Swiss makes a comment at how good he sounds.

Mountain nods, he tries to obey, but he just can't. Suddenly the plug in his ass is just burning and no longer satisfying. He can't explain the sudden change in his mood, but he feels like he can’t disappoint. They’ve done all this for him, just for him to get upset at a memory.

He winces as the plug shifts, and as much as he tries to hide it, Dew catches it. He knows that look. The feeling of having to put up a performance even if it hurts. He tells Rain to take it out, which he does if even confused and concerned. He sets it on the towel, and tears continue down his face.

"M sorry. 'M so sorry." Mountain mumbles as he tries to cover himself with his limbs. Suddenly he feels too exposed.

Everything has changed so suddenly, and even if there's a flush still across his face, he feels like sobbing. He's ruined something that was so damn perfect. Something so soft and loving, and he still managed to ruin it. He's part of a pack of ghouls whose whole thing is enjoying sex like no one else, and yet he feels so bad at it.

It almost felt simpler when he was just used as a toy, something to get someone off.

Rain is already in front of him, and he acts the fastest to move his arms around Mountain. Dew and Swiss follow. Swiss immediately stops what he's doing to climb up next to his shoulder and Dew takes a spot on Mountain's other side.

"Hey, no. It's okay. What happened?" Swiss asks trying to get him to move his hands from his face. Mountain relented but scrunched his face not wanting to be seen as his hands came away.

"I ruined it, I'm sorry. I'm just bad at this."

Rain shakes his head and kisses his large nose gently. "You didn't ruin anything, baby. This is all about you, and if you want it to stop it does. That's how this works."

A small sound escapes Mountain. It feels wrong to have this much attention on him, but he can't stop drinking it in. Everything just feels so bad. He's locked on that bad memory, and he's gone a little soft, but his heat is still going. His hole is aching and he wants to make his knot swell. It's a shame he just had to ruin this.

After a minute of them sitting and uttering assurances to him that no he didn't ruin this night, and that they just want to make him feel better; he realizes that they're not going to leave him.

Satan, there's so many emotions built up under his skin, and he has nowhere to put them.

They spill out into a babble. Swiss is sure he's never heard Mountain say so many words before in a single moment.

"It's just that, I do want it, and it felt really good, but I just keep thinking about past times I've either fucked it up or was just a dick. I don't know how to handle this because it's so much, and I want more." He says with some tears. "'M heat's still there. Is it too awkward if I want you to do it again? Even if I'm crying? Even if I just made you stop?"

Swiss nods and laughs because he's never sure what to do in these situations. "Of course, man. Though, you might want to warm back up to it. Trust me. It will hurt otherwise."

Mountain nods, and suddenly he's being covered in hands grabbing at his body, lips kissing at his skin. Dew nips his teeth, not enough to hurt, but just to grab a piece of skin for a moment. A forked tongue licks it in apology. Rain's hand finds its way to its favorite fidget, which is Mountain's thick knot. It's gone down considerably, but Rain still enjoys the way Mountain inhales sharply.

"Don't be shy. I want everyone in the next room to hear how good we're gonna fuck you." Dew says still finding spots to nip at him.

Mountain nods and slowly starts to find his voicing through small gasps and low groans. His hands find purchase on Dew's ribs, thumb on one of his nipples and fingers in the remnants of gills. He knows he's the only one who's able to touch them. The other hand is grabbing at Swiss's meaty thigh and his ears catch a low chuckle from Swiss.

"Your knot's really that sensitive, huh?" Swiss comments glancing at how hard Mountain's gotten again just from Rain using his knot like a stress ball.

Is that not normal? Mountain wonders. Is he supposed to be insecure about that? The smile on Swiss's face tells him no.

"You ready?" Rain asks, and suddenly there's something very large and very firm against his ass again.

Mountain's stomach twitches as he nods. The press is slow, and thankfully fresh lube has been poured on it making an obscene noise. Rain rocks it back and forth in him trying to get it to reach his prostate; it occasionally hits making Mountain keen.

"Holy shit. Please, please." Mountain whines.

He hears a laugh, and it slides into place in one slick, wet motion. Mountain doesn't hide his loud moan this time as he throws his head back again. For a moment he thinks he could really spend eternity spread out like this.

"Watch this." He hears Dew say, though he's clearly not talking to Mountain as he directs his head to Swiss.

A small hand finds that spot right below his horns where they meet his scalp and talons start to scratch at it. His leg kicks out from underneath him and his foot twitches. It settles like a warm honey in his veins along side the burning desire with each second that Rain keeps rocking the plug in him.

Swiss laughs, and Mountain takes a second to pout.

"Mhm. Stop that." He groans. "'barrassing."

"Aw, but it's cute."

The plug catches on his rim as Rain keeps moving it in and out of his hole, and Mountain cries out at the feeling. Dew moves his hands from his horns to his nipples and he spends his time rolling them. Swiss gets the real prize as he takes a hold of Mountain's dick. He's never really seen how big his knot is until now, and it feels so heavy in his hand.

Heat pools in Mountain's stomach, and suddenly he's right on edge. Swiss takes him in hand and gives him languid long strokes as Rain pushes the plug in as far it'll go. He rolls it around a bit letting the tapered tip push against Mountain's walls. The effort pays off as Mountain shouts a loud moan as he finally spills in Swiss's hand. The other is kind enough to hold his swollen knot, it's a horrible feeling to cum and leave it hanging out. Dew whispers filthy thoughts to him as Rain wriggles the plug just a bit more until Mountain hisses.

And just like that, it's over. There's no painful over-stimulation that Mountain hates, but would put up with for the sake of others and to hide his usually low stamina. The plug is softly removed, and the others take their hands away from him. Rain leans over him to kiss his neck.

"You did so good. So good for us, Mounty." He coos.

Swiss wipes his hand on Mountain's stomach and snickers at the others grimace before he leaves to grab a towel from the bathroom. Mountain suddenly panics when he leaves.

"Satan, you're needy. He'll be right back. Just grabbing something."

"Don't call him needy. He's better than that." Rain complains.

Mountain shakes his head. "Uh-m. I think I deserve that. I feel kinda needy."

Swiss returns with a warm wet towel in hand and wipes the cum off of both Mountain's sensitive cock and his stomach. The excess lube is cleaned up, and the toys are set to the side to be cleaned up later. Mountain leans back letting his bones settle while Dew finds space between his arm and torso. Rain takes space across his lap, and Swiss over Mountain's right side.

Mountain falls asleep quickly after sex, but the others stay awake a bit longer. Swiss scrolls through his phone showing videos to Dew while Rain draws circles into Mountain skin listening to the sound of them scrolling.

"I had no idea he was going through that. I thought he genuinely liked being the big guy." Dew mutters. Years ago, it's how Mountain was. He didn't realize that had changed.

"I noticed something, but I feel stupid for not putting it together. He stopped coming to me for ruts. Kept to himself." Rain adds.

Mountain had originally loved fucking him within an inch of his life, but then things changed. He stopped even having sex with Rain. It turned into him hearing Mountain frustrated in the showers but refusing help from anyone.

"Cut the big guy some slack. I'm sure its tiring to have the biggest knot around and no one to fill him the same way. I didn't peg him for a size queen though."

The following morning, Mountain's more relaxed. His shoulders aren't up to his ears anymore, and he moves more languidly. Suddenly he's not having to put on a front anymore. What would the point be when he's been laid bare before his pack? Thankfully what they did resolved his heat quickly and he's ready to preform again.

They don't spend long in the city and they're checking out of the hotel at far too early in the morning. As he's talking to Phantom in the lobby, someone stops by him. It’s not one of his pack, but rather a complete stranger.

"Hey, uh. I don't mean to intrude, but did you all stay on the fourth floor?“ The man says quietly with a wince on his face. ”I don’t mean to intrude, but it was a bit loud.“

Mountain's mortified. So mortified in fact that his glamor almost slips. Phantom elbows him in the side and he clears his throat keeping it up.

"Sorry." He mumbles out looking down in embarrassment.

"Shit man, don't be sorry! I'm glad you had a good night! Just, the next person might not be as much of a night owl." The stranger says before patting him on the shoulder and leaving.

Phantom nearly busts out laughing when the man leaves, and Mountain is flushed up to his ears. Swiss comes back with morning coffee for the group and a confused face.

“What? Who was that?”

“No one.” Mountain answers far too quickly as he sorts his name out of the drinks and grabs his cup.

#ghost band #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #explosion's fanfic #nsft

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4, 12, 27, 31 for riya, maeve and jorina!

WHOOPS pretend this was posted earlier and not forgotten in the drafts thanks xoxoxoxxx // romance & relationship headcanons

4. does your muse find any specific features particularly attractive?

RIYA — lips are the #1 and she can’t be held accountable for staring at them, so jot that down for when you catch her. i also think hair could be a big one for her tbh, a thing that can catch her eye or turn her off from somebody immediately because she’s a lowkey judgy bitch lmao

MAEVE — we know hands are her Thing™ and we’ve all bullied her about it but she’s valid, fixate on those fingers all you want babygirl, nobody’s gonna stop you (some might even indulge you). i think eyes would be second on the list! windows to the soul and all that. also they can be very pretty :’)

JORINA — mmmmm maybe arms and eyes?? that sounds about right for her, even if she’d hate it being true. eyes she can accept, she spends a lot of time looking at them to suss out people’s vibes and it’s the best way to connect, but acknowledging that she’s not immune to zoning out thinking about how some folk’s arms would feel? either under her hand or around her?? mortifying.

12. does your muse get flustered easily? how would they typically react to compliments from someone they are interested in/dating?

RIYA — i think it would take a lot to fluster riya, or maybe just a certain dynamic. she’s incredibly open about anything and everything sexual/romantic, so there’s almost no chance of catching her up on that front, and she’s been spoiled with compliments her entire life. simply expects compliments from those that she's into/dating, and they just add a little +5 to her ego and make her feel full 🥰 for a minute.

MAEVE — through all of her teenage years and up until a little period of time after the carden era, she’s kind of desensitized to compliments. they’ve been used on her so frequently for manipulation for years at that point and she’s learned to accept them with a smile to distract from the rapid assessing she’s running in her mind to figure out what somebody’s trying to get from her with it. grey was probably?? the first romantic interest to start giving her genuine compliments and affection (we know that stage was entirely skipped with dietrich) and it was crazy. wild. world turned upside down. the biggest smiles she’d worn for as long as she could remember, it made her feel so good. she learns to accept them more gracefully over time and returns them in kind, and i think she often has a silly little thought of wanting to tuck ‘em away somewhere like a flower pressed inside a book’s pages.

JORINA — she should just adopt Flustered as a surname because it’s so simple to get her to that state, let people get the message right off the bat. she’s going pink, she’s stammering before shutting her mouth, she’s trying to miraculously disappear on the spot to avoid the direct attention given to her by someone complimenting her it’s so much. the only reason you need to look her way is to get your orders for the day’s work go AWAY leave her ALONE (she gets better the longer she’s with somebody but that blush is never gonna go away).

27. is your muse more confident or shy when it comes to approaching someone they like?

RIYA — definitely confident. she propositioned a superior warden and a high-ranking templar to a threesome for maker’s sake, there’s not a shy bone in that body when it comes to attraction and interest. riya has a hard time focusing on a Bigger Picture, it’s all about the Then and Now for her and that super comes into play for approaching people that she likes. she thinks it’s a waste of time to pine and dole out subtle hints over a period of time, you could have already been using that time getting close under the sheets if you’d just spoken plainly, y’know. in other words: shoot your shot lmao

MAEVE — i think the only time maeve had a bit of shyness in her was the first time she approached dietrich for a hook-up, because it was so new! not being objectified and being the one to approach somebody she was attracted to for once!! what a novel idea. but i imagine she did a fantastic job at presenting the appearance of pure confidence and got what she wanted, and the hesitation [mostly] did away after that success. if she could approach That brick wall of a guy and get away with it, there’s no shot of being intimidated by the idea of approaching others she’s interested in from then on. she already beat the hardest difficulty of the flirt game, it’s over for the rest of y'all.

JORINA — i feel like i don't even have to answer this one, it's so clear. my girl can hardly stand to make eye contact with somebody that she's interested in because of the irrational fear they'll instantly know every mushy or slightly horny thought she's had about them just by locking gazes. it took her such a hot minute to return to what could be considered a Normal stance around aleksi it's almost funny

31. does your muse develop crushes easily? would they be open about it to a friend or keep it to themselves?

RIYA — not really?? she forms attachments and sexual attraction very easily, but i'm not entirely sure riya's had a crush in any recent times. she would have had plenty as a growing girl but that was kind of thrown out the window after she discovered how being forward could help her skip the Wanting stage. riya's open nature would of course extend to this, no doubt she'd talk to a friend about it. especially if she developed a crush in the present time or future because it's been so long since having one, she'd need to discuss that with somebody.

MAEVE — can and will form a crush on somebody for the smallest things. she's probably doing it right now, the menace. she's not secretive about them, though it'd depend on the level of closeness she has with somebody if she'd approach the topic of it herself without their prompting. crushes are silly, harmless things that bring a tiny bit of joy about, nothing to be ashamed of.

JORINA — no and no. she had such an impressive streak for not having any crushes to take up space in her mind and then one reckless mage came along and ruined her score. i don't think she told a soul about it because of the embarrassment she felt over Having Those Kinds Of Feelings, but she didn't particularly have to share the secret because her crushing on aleksi became increasingly obvious as the months went by.

#ch: valeriya de clairmont #ch: maeve sommers #ch: scout jorina #the range on the crushes q lmao #why have a crushing stage just fuck about it / actively nurtures crushes bc they're cute / is about to die bc of having one it's torture

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dreaming-for-an-escape · 1 year

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Title: I wanna feel you, I want it all

Summary: Adrian swore she’d never let Aemond touch her again but her pregnancy hormones were making her crave his touch day and night. While she hates herself for giving in, Aemond’s more than happy to assist his lovely wife.

It started with an itch Adrian could not scratch herself. Well, she could but try as she might she couldn’t bring herself to climax on her own. Every time she felt she was about to fall over the cliff of ecstasy, she was pulled back so suddenly.

Once alone Adrian had spent the better part of the morning with her hand in between her thighs. Her fingers arched inside while her wetness spread over the sheets, only for nothing to happen. No matter how long Adrian touched herself she was left unsatisfied. She was the wettest she’d ever been but she hadn't even orgasmed.

After what felt like hours Adrian finally gave up in trying to find release, leaving her an unsatisfied mess. The only thing she did then was cry into her pillow.

As the hours of the day passed by, Adrian remained in the royal chambers that belonged to her and Aemond. When her handmaiden Dorothea knocked on her door Adrian immediately yelled for her to go away.

Even though Adrian was still angry with Dorothea because of her betrayal, she didn’t want her ex-friend seeing the frustrated aroused state she was in. Dorothea seeing the ruined sheets would’ve been mortifying. Her handmaiden would have to see them eventually when she’d come to change them, and Adrian was already dreading that.

After Dorothea’s failed attempt at reaching out to her, no one else tried entering, no one but Aemond. Prohibiting the one-eyed prince from entering his own chambers would’ve been impossible anyway. If Aemond wanted to see his wife he was going to see his wife. No one, and no door was going to stop him.

When Aemond went to see his wife again it was to escort her to dinner. Dorothea told him that Adrian refused to let her in but he thought it was because his wife was simply tired. Along with the grand maester, his mother and even Helaena explained to him that this was normal the further along a woman got into her pregnancy.

Adrian was already at the point of her pregnancy where she was starting to show a lot more. Her bump was now a daily reminder that she was indeed his, and they would soon have a family of their own.

However, to lift up Adrian’s spirits Aemond brought her flowers from the gardens. Not just any flowers, but her favorite kind. Blue irises. He expected to hear a quiet thank you, and maybe if he were lucky enough he’d get an actual smile from her.

And luck today was ever on his side.

To his delight, what Aemond got was Adrian practically throwing herself at him. The blue irises he’d picked out for her were long forgotten as well as the dinner they were supposed to attend.

Aemond’s initial surprise didn’t last long, realizing what was going on. Another thing that’s been happening a lot was Adrian’s desire to make love to him. Her being pregnant gave her a larger appetite, and not just with her wanting to eat food but also desiring him more.

This wouldn’t be the first time his wife tore off his clothes along with her own. She’d done so a few times now and like those other times Aemond ardently kissed her back. He easily lifted her up, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, her bump pressing against his abdomen. It was a feeling he absolutely loved.

Aemond took his sweet, pleasure seeking wife to their bed where she took charge. There were tears in her eyes as per usual when intimate but he liked to believe it was because of the bliss she felt. The tears he saw were similar to the tears she had when she let him have her for the first time. Their first time had been glorious, and it was what resulted in her getting pregnant.

When Aemond entered her he felt just how wet she was. Adrian was wetter than she’d ever been before, and it was after he stretched her out that he’d noticed their ruin sheets, covered in her slick. He realized she must’ve been trying to seek release since morning but failed to do so. It would explain the way she busily rode him.

Adrian’s hands were on his chest, nails slightly digging in as she moved on top of him. His own hands fisted the furs. He tried grabbing onto her hips but Adrian stopped her movements, making him whine. His wife made it clear he was not to touch her while she rode him. She was in control, and so he did as she commanded with her stare.

Unfortunately for him she hadn’t let him use his tongue on her, but the way she clenched his member while she rode him made up for not being able to feast on her cunny. She was so wet he was surprised he hadn’t slipped out of her. She took him in even further with every thrust he aimed upwards to meet her hips accordingly.

The two of them hadn't been making love for long and he was already sweating, as if he'd been out in the training yard. His long hair was completely disheveled, and his eyepatch had been thrown somewhere near where their pile of clothes were. Adrian didn’t look much better herself, but Aemond thought her wild disarray was marvelous.

“I love you, Adrian.” Aemond proclaimed again before releasing another loud moan. The indigo iris of his right eye was no longer visible from the dilation of his pupil. “My lovely wife. You are exquisite. You are the most beautiful woman in all the Seven Kingdoms. I love you very—”

Adrian put her hand to his mouth, moving her hips a bit faster. She didn’t want to hear him compliment her or confess his so-called love for her. He’d been doing that since she allowed him inside her. She just wanted him to keep thrusting upwards because she was close, so damn close.

Adrian kept her hand over his mouth, and she dared to look down at him rather than up at the canopy. Instead of looking upset about her shutting him up, Aemond only looked at her with warmth in his lone eye. She kept eye contact with him as he thrusted upwards and his tongue traced her hand covering his mouth.

Her own mouth dropped open with a moan escaping her right as she felt an explosion erupting from within her. Aemond felt something similar, his moans being contained by her hand on his mouth.

Adrian barely paid attention to Aemond's flushed face. She was more focused on her own orgasm. Finally, she climaxed, and it was like she was seeing colors for the first time.

Adrian’s hand lowered from Aemond’s mouth, utterly wrecked. She rested her whole body on him, with her face hiding in his neck. Once her orgasm subsided enough, and with him still inside her, Adrian had herself a good cry. She hated herself for liking what happened, and even more so for knowing she was too weak to stop it from happening again.

Aemond welcomed Adrian’s pregnant body onto him, relishing the feel of her bump. His confidence did deflate a bit when he felt some of her tears fall down onto his chest. He said nothing though, simply caressing her back.

Just as Adrian expected the familiar itch was returning. She should’ve gotten off Aemond, and told him to get the fuck out. Except she didn’t. She remained on top, with him inside her. She figured she already hated herself, and was pregnant. Really, what else could happen if she were to fuck him again? So Adrian pulled herself back a bit. She looked at him, eyes hooded and her skin glowing.

Aemond’s hand rubbed her growing bump, content that Adrian was now letting him touch her. His hand then dipped into her warm, soaking heat. “Does my wife wish to make love again?”

No, Adrian simply wished to get off again because of these pesky pregnancy hormones. Aemond thought this to be making love but to Adrian it was only fucking. It wasn’t romantic in any way whatsoever, just a necessity. This was only a way to relieve the damn itch he’d given her in the first place. Refusing to speak with him, Adrian simply began to move her hips again.

Aemond smiled up at her, his heart soaring. He let her have control again, eagerly lifting his hips to meet her own. He had a long night ahead of him with his lovely wife, and he was going to revel in the pleasure only she could ever give him.

#my heart my body my soul #my heart my body my soul drabble #I wanna feel you I want it all #adrian nova reyes #aemond targaryen #hotd modern reader #house of the dragon #smut smut smut smut smut #that's all this is xD #with the usual angst from adrian #but you know what...not as much #she just really wanted the d in this one #can't blame her #its' the pregnancy hormones #oc

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Chapter 5 of my MLB fan fic ‘Breaking Free’

Read the whole thing here :)

Their usual spot was back on the rooftop with maybe the best view of the Eiffel Tower in all of Paris. The sun had begun to set and the golden light streaked across the city.

Cat was already there when Ladybug arrived, and he looked more nervous than she’d ever seen him. He was pacing, his head down, deep in thought.

She cleared her throat, and he looked up at her. ‘I, er…,’ he said. He dragged his claws through his hair. ‘Are you going to explain what you meant, back there?’

She was nervous, too. Her legs threatened to buckle under her, but she fought the feeling back. Rather than answering his question, she said, ‘There’s something else I haven’t told you.’

He stopped walking and stared at her, waiting.

She squeezed her eyes shut, inhaled deeply, and said, ‘That time when you were Cat Blanc…that wasn’t the only time one of us learned the other’s identity.’ She opened her eyes and saw that his mouth had fallen open, but she hurried on before he could stop her. ‘Remember when I called you to the top of the Eiffel Tower because there was something I needed to tell you? It was the day when – ’

‘I couldn’t be there to help you. Yes, I remember.’

‘Master Su-Han threatened that if I didn’t find out your identity, he would replace you with a new Cat Noir.’

Cat gasped, his eyes flashing. ‘Can he do that?’

‘I don’t know. I wasn’t about to risk it. You…mean too much to me. But I also didn’t want to go back on Master Fu’s rule that we should keep our identities secret. So you know what I’m like…I thought up this plan.’

She paused there, knowing that when she said it out loud, it would sound so much worse than she had thought it was at the time. She could see now that it wasn’t very kind.

‘A plan?’ he echoed, his eyes softer now, but his expression wary. She could tell from his voice that he already expected not to like the rest of this story.

She braced herself for his anger. She deserved it. ‘I had Viperion listen in on our conversation. The idea was that I would ask your identity, he would hear it, and then he would reset time back to the beginning of our conversation. Then I wouldn’t remember who you were, but Viperion would and could report it to Su-Han, who could keep the secret, and you wouldn’t be replaced.’

Cat swallowed hard – she could see it in his throat. Was this the kind of thing that had pushed him to get akumatised?

No. Because she could see him fighting off his emotions and forcing himself to remain in control of them.

‘So, what happened?’ he asked, his tone even. ‘I mean…I don’t remember any of this, so you must have done something.’

‘Not me – Sass. Remember we had that weird time flux? He would only get involved if the situation was desperate. So, that’s a timestream we’ve both forgotten. It seems that all these times when we’ve learned each other’s identities, it’s caused the end of the world.’

She could see him turning this idea over in his mind. It shone in his eyes – eyes that she had never before allowed herself to notice were beautiful. But she noticed it now.

‘Are you upset with me?’ she asked in a small voice.

He glanced at her under his thick eyelashes. ‘Honestly? Yes. But I’ll get over it.’

This definitely wasn’t how he got akumatised.

‘You’re not pulling any tricks on me right now, are you?’ he asked. ‘Because I couldn’t bear it. If I’m going to share my identity with anyone, I only want it to be with you. If I share my feelings, I only want you to hear them. Nothing against Viperion, but those words are not meant for him. You understand that?’

She nodded. She hadn’t thought of it that way before, but she understood now. She wouldn’t have liked for someone else to hear her confession to Adrien. She would have been mortified to have learned that such a private, personal moment had been overheard – and not just overheard, but purposely overheard, arranged by Adrien himself. It would feel like she was being made fun of.

‘It was the wrong thing to do,’ she said. ‘Not just because of the consequences, but because it was dishonest. And that’s what I want to correct now.’

His brow lifted, and golden wisps of hair blew gently around his face in the evening breeze. ‘What are you saying?’

‘I’m saying…I’m going to tell you who I am.’

He stumbled backwards. ‘After everything you’ve just told me – after all the disasters it’s caused?’

She gave a firm nod. ‘I realised, when we were fighting Paralyser, that’s how I’ve felt – like I’ve been frozen all year, unable to stand up and speak for myself. Not just as Ladybug but as my normal self, too. I haven’t been listening to my heart. I keep thinking that maybe the reason all these disasters have happened is because we were out of control of the situation. Maybe if we actually make a decision to reveal our identities, it will be different.’

‘And if it isn’t?’

She shrugged. ‘I guess Bunnyx will sweep in and tell me I’ve screwed up again.’

He laughed silently, then grew serious. ‘Okay. But I don’t want you to do anything rash. I mean, are you sure you’re in the right place to make this decision, right now?’

Her jaw set. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

He waved his hands quickly, to swipe away any misunderstanding. ‘Only that…it’s been a rough time, and maybe that’s colouring things for you. Believe me, I’ve been waiting for this moment a long time. But I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret later. If you want to do this…I want to know you’re sure you’re ready.’

She softened and took a step closer to him. ‘I appreciate your concern, but I wouldn’t suggest it if I hadn’t thought it over first. I’m sure. We need to do this. Pushing you out all this time…that’s the kind of thing that led to me losing everything. I thought it was the right thing to do, but I was wrong. So maybe I was wrong about all of it. I’m setting my terms as Guardian.’ She pressed a fist against her chest, for emphasis. ‘We always believed knowing each other’s identities would make us weaker. But what if it could make us stronger?’

He chewed on his lower lip a moment. ‘Okay. If you’re certain.’ He swallowed again and appeared to be trembling. ‘How do you want to do this? One at a time, or simultaneous?’

She hadn’t thought of the particulars. ‘What would you prefer?’

Something told her he had thought of them. ‘I’ll go first. Then, if you change your mind….’

‘I won’t. In fact, I’ll go first. I owe you that much.’ She sounded bolder than she felt. For some reason, the whole thing felt like undressing in front of him, and she was terrified.

‘You’re scared,’ he said. ‘Forget it. You don’t have to do this.’

‘No.’ She put up a hand to stop him, then wrapped her arm around her waist to steady herself. ‘I want to. It’s just…you know, it would be easier if I didn’t know how much you admire me. That’s a lot to live up to. You might not believe this, but I really do care what you think about me. I’m so worried that I’ll disappoint you when you see who I am.’

He shook his head, and his blond locks dusted his forehead. ‘That’s not possible.’

‘You don’t know that. See….’ She held herself protectively and looked down. ‘…you’ve already met me. You know things about me. And when you put the two sides of me together, you’re going to see that I’m not the impressive superhero who always has the answers and saves the day. In a moment, you’ll see that I’m just a normal girl with a normal life, who stammers her way through ridiculous conversations with a boy at school, and trips over with every step, and struggles to keep up with her schoolwork. There’s nothing impressive about me.’

He laughed, and it sounded like a release of tension. ‘Are you kidding? That will make you a thousand times more impressive. If all our superheroes were perfect, none of us could ever hope to be like them. I love the idea of you being a normal girl.’

She smiled and shut her eyes. Suddenly the decision felt easy.

Before she could think on it anymore, she whispered, ‘Spots off.’ She felt the transformation and kept her eyes closed.

He was silent for what felt like an hour. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes. She wished he’d say something!

Finally, she felt him take her hands in his, and he said, ‘Marinette. Marinette, look at me.’

Her eyes squinted open, then widened. For a moment, she was confused – how on earth had Adrien got up there and taken Cat’s place? Then understanding sank in, and she felt herself trembling.

‘You okay?’ he asked, his eyes gentle. They were so green, the same green they were when he transformed. Up close like that, she didn’t know how it had taken her so long to see who he was. Of course Cat was Adrien. Who else did she know who was that kind and supportive and trustworthy?

She threw herself into his arms and he caught her, like he always did, holding her tight. ‘I knew it was you,’ he murmured into her hair.

Surprised, she drew back so she could look at him. ‘You…you did?’

He nodded, a grin stuck on his face. ‘I mean, not consciously, but…I guessed it a few times. Something about you…you just always seemed so…so Ladybug.’

She blinked. ‘As Marinette? You thought I seemed anything at all like Ladybug?’

‘Sure.’ He took her hands again. ‘You’re my best friend. You’re remarkable. Who else could Ladybug have been?’

She couldn’t quite take in what he was saying. Did he really just call her remarkable?

‘And me…?’ he asked. ‘Did you have any idea?’

‘None at all. You’re quite the actor – but whether you’ve been acting as Adrien or as Cat, I don’t know.’

He let go of her hands and ran his fingers through his hair, looking uncomfortable. ‘Adrien Agreste isn’t just my name – it’s a brand. I have an image to live up to, and Cat Noir allows me to break that image. So, in a way…they’re both just parts I’ve played. I mean…why not? Most people treat me like I’m not real, anyway. But not you. You’re the only person I’ve ever felt able to be truly myself with – both as Marinette and as Ladybug.’ He looked strikingly shy as he said this.

She thought of all the times Cat had told her that he never had as much fun as he did when they were fighting side by side. It had never made sense before, but now….

Oh, Adrien….

Her heart ached at the thousand thoughts that flashed through her head – things she’d said to him, not understanding.

He combed his hair with his fingers again and shuffled his feet. ‘I don’t suppose I’m…Buttercup, by any chance.’

She blinked at him, not comprehending his meaning.

‘Ahh, I’m such an idiot,’ he said, and he looked away, at the Tower. ‘Sorry. Please can we just erase that moment and pretend it never happened? I mean, we’ve erased so many other events, so what’s one more?’

Memory returned to her. ‘Yes!’ she exclaimed. ‘I mean no, I don’t want to erase that moment, because yes – you’re…you’re Buttercup.’ Her voice dropped as she said it, and she watched his eyes light up.

‘I am?’ He sounded like he didn’t believe it. ‘All this time, you’ve…you’ve….’

‘I have.’ When his face suddenly fell, she asked, ‘What’s wrong?’

‘It’s just…now I’m worried that maybe….’ He seemed unable to finish his sentence, but she thought she knew what he wanted to say.

‘You’re worried I’m just some fan girl with a crush on Adrien the brand image, aren’t you?’ He gave her a sheepish glance. ‘That’s not it at all,’ she assured him. ‘I…I love you. Not just part of you, but all of you.’

Now that the words had finally left her mouth, she wondered why it had been so painfully difficult to say them all those months.

Maybe because then I loved the idea of Adrien – but now I love the real Adrien.

His smile widened until he was beaming. ‘You love me,’ he repeated. Then he turned around and shouted into the sky, ‘She loves me!’ He whirled back around and grabbed her. ‘And I love you, Marinette.’

This was a dream. She was certain of it. There was no way any of this was happening. Not to her. Not after everything she had done and been through. Surely Bunnyx would appear in a moment and tell her something awful had happened and all of this had to be erased.

But she didn’t. Instead, Adrien placed his hands on either side of Marinette’s face and gently pulled it toward his. When their lips met, it felt righter than anything had ever felt before.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him and kissed him, faintly wondering how such happiness could possibly result in the end of the world.

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vipier · 1 year

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@gurrillero sent : an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation .

THE DAYS BEFORE THE NEW REPUBLIC HAD ALWAYS FELT TOO QUICK, LIKE TIME WAS SLIPPING THROUGH HIS FINGERS LIKE WATER. perhaps it isn’t so strange that time seemed to grind to a halt upon the rebellion’s victory at the battle of endor. the days drag by like a flow of cold molasses and tristan finds it difficult to find a way to press on as he always has. his speciality is in the discreet, the illegitimate sorts of jobs that occur within the creases of society - and the number of those available have plummeted since the rise of the new republic, at least for those like him who REFUSE the work of former imperials. ( he does not keep many morals, but he refuses to serve those who once fancied themselves his jailers. ) he’s little interest in joining the bounty hunter’s guild, but it’s becoming more and more of an inevitability as months drag on and on.

by now, he no longer listens to new republic news, nor transmissions. he hasn’t, not since he found himself glued to the radio over the trial of captain cassian andor. tristan has spent most his life in denial of his emotional capacity, but even he had to acknowledge the blistering rage he’d felt listening to each beat, each REPUGNANT LIE, each exaggeration they’d recited in their bid to lay a man they’d lauded as a hero on their altar to sacrifice. usually, tris would have been thrilled to marinate in his own righteousness when his suspicions prove correct, but for whatever reason, he hadn’t. instead, he spent the broadcasts white-knuckled and seeing red until the sentence was handed down and tris yanked the receiver out of the wall of his own ship in a fury before he could stop himself. so much for camaraderie. so much for loyalty. so much for fellowship. the satisfaction of knowing he’d NEVER trusted them had been utterly drowned then by the disgust of what they’d done. ( and even now, months and months later, he hadn’t bothered to unpack what it meant that such thoughts were undoubtedly some of the least selfish he’s had in his life. )

as much as he’d like to deny it, nothing could have kept him away after he knew cassian had been released. it feels as though a DECADE has elapsed - and yet it somehow also feels as though they saw each other only yesterday. the viper has always been a lone creature, priding himself on his self-sufficiency and independence, but andor had left a mark on him that he cannot quite erase, the burn of fingertips into his skin, the memory of his voice lingering like a conscience in his darkest moments. years ago, he may have fled the sensation, but now, he finds himself caught in the gravitational pull of a man who has, against all odds, become IMPORTANT to him - as mortifying a realization as that is. perhaps he shouldn’t have been able to find him as easily, but he’s grown so used to following in cassian’s trail over the years that it’s become second nature. at first, he’s admittedly not sure he has the right ship, but when tris sees the other man’s familiar figure approach from where he sits atop a crate, concealed in the dark away from the pools of light from the lamps illuminating the yard, he smirks a little to himself ; his instincts clearly haven’t DULLED since the close of the war.

❝ someone’s out late, ❞ he calls through the dim in a soft sing-song. ❝ what kind of TROUBLE were you up to, andor? ❞ the serpent unfolds himself, hopping off the crate and into the light, head tilted to the side as he moves slowly toward the other man, one agonizing step at a time. he hadn’t expected it to feel quite like this, this tightness that grips him beneath his sternum and feels curiously like LONGING. as if he even knows what that feels like. ❝ I thought I should check on you properly this time. wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings again. ❞ for a joke, it isn’t all that funny - but then again, all that time he’d thought cassian dead after scarif had been, perhaps, the least amusing time of his life, loathe as he is to admit such a thing. he’s close enough to reach out and touch the other man now, although he doesn’t, not yet ; instead, he simply gazes at him, eyes sharp, allowing the sight of him to soak into his being beneath the flickering lamps. the silence hangs so heavy it might as well take physical form, draw a curtain around them to conceal them from the outside world. so much remains unsaid, and perhaps for the first time, that feels strangely vulnerable. ❝ you look good, especially considering that you were in pris - ❞

but he’s cut off before he can even finish the word by cassian’s hand pulling him in by the waist, by his mouth in a bruising, possessive kiss that knocks the wind from him for a moment, and for a moment, tris cannot react against cassian’s demanding lips with his heart in his throat, stopping his breath painfully, GLORIOUSLY. finally, with a whimper that feels so foreign from within him, he relaxes, softening against the other man and mouth parting in an act of uncharacteristic submission.

he won’t say aloud that he MISSED him, but his body seems to care very little for the secrets his mind would prefer to keep.

#gurrillero #contract accepted. ( responses )#you've undone me even with my knife plunged in your heart. ( gurrillero )#this got away from me but truly i am furious about it #tris vc: i totally didn't miss you or anything. i just hacked into databases to figure out ur release date and then found you. accidentally.

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bilbao-song · 3 years

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every once in awhile when i’m minding my own business and feeling otherwise good the memory of the one (1) time when i attempted to do therapy creeps back into my mind and i want to die of embarrassment all over again

#i wish i could just pluck that experience from the back of my mind and forget it ever happened #i also kind of expected to stop finding it so mortifying over time but that still hasn’t happened lmao #i’ll be like 98 years old and still freaking out over this #it was just so Bad for so many reasons and part of it was because like #idk i’m just not used to talking about things like that so it was VERY uncomfortable #plus honestly in hindsight the whole thing was conducted very poorly #idk i just felt kind of pressured to say more than i really wanted to and like #nobody ever told me how much time we had??? so the appointment was shorter than i expected #and instead of being like ‘okay we have like ten minutes left’ at some point i was just kind of abruptly cut off lol #AND in addition to all of this they made me rate my experience directly in front of the guy i talked to while he watched #which was soooo weird and uncomfortable #also i feel like the advice they gave me boiled down to like #‘hmmm well have you tried just. not caring about this? :/‘#like wow!!!!! what a novel concept!!!#perhaps the reason i am here in the first place isn’t this specific issue that i have given as an example #but rather the fact that i’m disproportionately bothered by things that obviously shouldn’t bother me!!!#god it was a mess #okay i have to stop writing a novel in the tags #nonsense rambling

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fbfh · 2 years

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daddy? sorry - billy hargrove x reader smut

wc: 5.6k

genre: SMUT

pairing: billy hargrove x fem/afab/fem anatomy reader (no pronouns I don't think but he calls you mommy and wants to get you pregnant real bad lol)

summary: you accidentally call billy daddy one too many times, and he's now determined to level the playing field and make you a mommy.

warnings: HELLA breeding kink, a lot of daddy and mommy (mostly billy calling you and him mommy and daddy), mild neck grabbing, petnames (dollface, sweetcheeks, angel, doll, sugarlips, toots, slut, whore, mommy, pretty thing), a lot of good girl-s, boners and grinding, groping, you actually say "daddy sorry" once lol, billy is kind of mean and teases you a bit, light humiliation, edging, some use of the phrase "knock you up", billy is very dominant, a loooooot of eye contact (some face grabbing to ensure eye contact), billy is swole as fuck, some unintentional temperature play, billy is wearing rings, some biting, praise, degradation, praise AND degradation, a lot of kissing with tongue, referenced oral (f recieving), billy has a MONSTER shlong, fingering with 2 - 3 fingers, fingering with rings, manhandling, some spanking, praise kink, billy pays a lot of attention to you (attention kink???? does that exist???), minor handjob/m recieving foreplay/prep, legs over shoulder position, restraint (he holds your hands above your head), cervix kissing, buff billy + size kink, "use your words", billy loves your tiddies a lot, multiple orgasms, PROLONGED EYE CONTACT, billy is kind of obsessed with you, some misogyny (as a treat) (could also be interpreted as sexy fun slutshaming if you squint??), nipple and boob play, finger sucking, belly bulge, a lot of pregnancy dirty talk, overstimulation, mating press, sexy threats to keep you pregnant?????, unhinged feral primal billy, cockwarming and cum plugging, some dumbification, I think that's it dear god

music rec: I feel like I was made for lovin you by kiss fits p well (i'm still working on my billy playlist lol)

a/n: so....... a lot happens in this. i've been thinking non stop about this for a while. billy hargrove can toss me around like a ragdoll and call me wifey any fucking day. also can we talk about how fucking hot he looks in this gif??????? also kind of want to write some darker billy fics, more posessive smutty stuff yk

please let me know what you think of this i'm fucking obsessed

also I read a fic once where billy said "daddy daddy, don't call me daddy unless you want me to make you a mommy" AND I CAN'T FIND THE FIC NOW (IF I CAN FIND IT I'LL LINK IT HERE CAUSE WOW)

tags: @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl

AS WITH ALL NSFW WORKS ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO 18+

The first time was an accident. An honest to god slip of the tongue that you insist was not your fault. Seriously, if anyone else had had Billy Hargrove, fresh out of the shower and adorned in nothing but gray sweatpants smack their ass with that cocky smirk of his, you're sure they would have let a 'daddy' slip out as well. Nevertheless, you’d blanched. Mortified, you had been ready to politely pretend it hadn’t happened and move on. You expected nothing but the same from Billy, maybe the occasional teasing comment at worst. What you had decidedly not expected was for Billy to place his hand on the back of your neck and lower his lips to your ear, voice breathy and dangerous.

“It’s really in your best interest if you don’t call me that again, dollface.”

And that was it.

You took his word, not calling him that, not even bringing up the incident itself. As weeks and weeks pass, you soon begin to find it progressively harder not to call him that. You’re sure it’s just because of how adamant he was that you not use that particular pet name, but for reasons still beyond your understanding, now it was suddenly all you could seem to think about. Every time you see him, every time you think of him, your brain repeats it over and over, and you find yourself having to stifle it manually a lot more than you did before.

Your mind is suddenly torn from these worries one day when you find yourself leaning against the kitchen counter, clinging to Billy’s muscular arm wrapped around you. His chest is warm, pressed up against the curve of your back, lips pressing playful nips and kisses along your neck. His half hard dick is pressing against your ass, and his other hand finds its way down your pants, palming you through your soft panties. He murmurs dirty nothings into your ear, heel of his hand grinding down on your puffy clit. You’re so swept away by his touch that for just one moment, you lose focus. And in that one moment, it somehow slips out, breathy and desperate.

“Daddy…”

You both freeze. Heat rises to your face and you scramble to recover, and Billy is now fully hard behind you, a rush of heat pooling in his core as what you said rings in his ears.

“Sorry,” You sputter, “I- I didn’t mean that, I, uh…”

You’re so nervous and it’s so cute, Billy thinks, as you fumble for an explanation, that he can’t help but tease you a little. Maybe more than a little. He begins to play with your clothed cunt again, pace agonizing.

“You meant…” he prompts, voice low and expectant. You’re clearly having trouble focusing on what you were trying to say, which he exacerbates by once again, grinding the heel of his hand into your clit. Don’t say daddy, don’t say daddy, don’t say daddy, don’t say-

“Daddy- sorry!” you slip again. Your words hang in the air. He lets out a breathy chuckle, enjoying this way too much, as he lazily plays with your burning heat, warm and puffy, sensitive to his touch from the extent of your arousal. He leans closer to your ear, consumed by a new kind of hunger.

“Daddy, daddy,” he whines mockingly, voice treacherously sincere, “I warned you last time, sweetcheeks,” his gestures get sharper, punctuating his words, and his breath fans over your neck.

“Don’t call me daddy unless you want me to make you a mommy.”

You can’t restrain yourself from letting a whiney moan slip out in spite of your best efforts to stay quiet, to not let his teasing get a rise out of you no matter how effective it is. The sound rings beautifully in his ears, and his fingers push aside the fabric of your underwear.

“You know,” He begins, dipping between your folds, spreading around the sweet sticky wetness with his fingers, and your eyes flutter closed at the skin on skin contact you’ve been so desperately needing, heart pounding in your chest, loud and heavy. His tone of voice is almost too light, too casual, and you know he’s enjoying seeing you like this so goddamn much. He continues, getting lower and more gravley in your ear, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you want me to knock you up.”

His voice, his words alone are enough to send even more burning heat to your core, and your grip tightens on his arm. You can feel yourself dripping, squeezing out thick wet beads that drip down his fingers. He’s still edging you, and he can tell by your reaction that he’s doing a bang up job of riling you up, getting you all hot and bothered just for him.

“Huh?” he asks rhetorically, “You want that, doll?” You tilt your head back against him, trying to hold on to your senses. He finally begins to pump his long, thick fingers into you, just a little, and your grip tightens even more. His rings brush against your sensitive skin, the metal cool and rough, and it sends even more electricity through you. He cranes his neck, face moving closer to yours.

“You want to make me put a baby in you?”

“Yes,” you pant, without a second thought. He’s finally about half way in, scissoring your spongy elastic walls, stretching you out for what’s coming.

“Yes…” he prompts, coaxing more out of you. He wants to hear you say… what, he’s not exactly sure. Anything would sound nice coming from your lips at a time like this, and his repetition of your answer hangs between you, waiting for you to continue.

You squirm in his rock strong grip, ass grinding back against him, managing to half twist around enough to look up at him. You stare up at him, biting your lip with those big fuck me eyes that drive him wild. You look at him for a second, pulling all the breath from his lungs so easily, the way only you seem to be able to.

“Yes daddy.”

Everything leading up to this had been rumbling in the horizon, a premonition of what’s to come, and now with your words, you’ve happily sealed your fate. You’ve awakened something in him, in both of you. He lets out an excited chuckle, disbelieving how turned on two words from you have made him.

In one swift movement he pulls down your pants and hastily shoved aside panties, and has you sitting up on the counter, facing him, as he stands between your legs. The cold countertop sends a shiver up your spine, providing a stark contrast to your burning hot, fully exposed cunt. One hand comes up to the side of your face and he runs his thumb over your lip. You part your lips gently at his touch, and he uses this opportunity to connect his to yours. His kiss is deep and with purpose and you instantly want more.

One hand on the back of your neck, the other grabs at the soft flesh of your hip and thigh, making its way back down to your cunt. You’re grinding against his hand before he can even plunge his big, long fingers back into your dripping heat, and he bites your lip as a silent warning. Behave. You can practically hear him saying it, in that playful dangerous way of his, where you’re never quite sure how empty his threats to punish you and turn you into a good little slut for him are.

His tongue prods past your lips, curling and thrashing in your mouth, warm and full. He flicks it against yours, and you know the gesture is deliberate - reminder of how good it feels between your legs. It’s not lost on you, especially now, as his fingers expertly pump and curl against your tight walls, scissoring and stretching you out for his throbbing cock. God, you wish it was already inside you, but you know he’s so big you can’t realistically take him without plenty of prep. Plenty of fingering and licking and stretching that Billy is more than happy to provide.

He slowly works in a third finger, and you clench around him. He hums into your mouth, sending low reverberations through your lips. You can tell from how he’s working his fingers against your tight wetness, ensuring you’re thoroughly stretched out, that you’ve really excited him. He focuses all his energy on you, on making you feel good, and tries his hardest to resist the urge to start humping your leg while he does. By the time you’re moaning into his mouth, hands grabbing desperately for his cock, he feels he’s done his job sufficiently.

Feeling how tight you got around him in the last few minutes, he drags his fingers up and down, focusing on the spot that makes your hips jerk, and finally, you cum hard around his fingers. The euphoric sensation swims through you like champagne, and he lets out a loud moan that makes your cheeks hot. Feeling you pulse and throb, tight against his fingers, is driving him fucking crazy. He knows now more than ever that he needs his cock inside you, right fucking now.

He pulls his fingers out, dripping and wrinkled from your wetness, already missing your tight embrace. Your walls flutter around the noticeable absence, and you feel so empty. You whine at the loss of contact and he smirks.

In one fluid motion, he hoists you up over his shoulder, carrying you with one arm. You squeal in delight as he makes his way to the bedroom, landing a very firm, satisfying smack to your exposed ass and pussy, sending electricity to your cunt and heat to your face. He’s left with a wet patch on his hand, and an even stronger desire to fuck you till you can’t think straight.

Moments later, he walks you both into the bedroom, effortlessly tossing you onto the bed. You bounce when you land, scooching further back as he takes off his pants and shirt, crawling on top of you. He approaches like a hungry jungle cat, dangerous and anticipating you. Any other time he’d take plenty of time to admire you thoroughly, gaping and dripping just for him, just from his fingers. He would fawn over you, telling you what a pretty pussy you have, how he can't wait to stretch you out and ruin you, can't wait to make you scream his name.

But this time, for once, he can't wait. He guides your hand with his, moving automatically to his cock (which you can’t even wrap your hands all the way around), and you begin to pump him a few times to get him all warmed up. He lets out a heavy breath, your touch euphoric. Right as you start to drag your finger across the head, he lets out a moan, removing your hand before it becomes too much for him to bear.

Propped up on your elbows, he tears off your shirt, gazing at your newly exposed chest. He takes in your form, cheeks flushed. He pushes you down flat against the soft bed, where you land with a bounce. His large hands move to your thighs, groping the soft flesh, filling you with a hazy warmth.

"I love it when you touch me like that," you breathe, and you can see the anticipation, the hunger building in his eyes. He smirks looking down at you with a smoldering expression that sends a fresh wave of butterflies through you.

"There’s plenty more where that came from, toots."

Before you can even blush, his grip on your thighs tightens as he throws your legs on his shoulders, leaning over you, and presses a hot, open mouthed kiss to your lips. He’s not stopping at folding you in half, you realize as he proceeds to pin both your arms over your head, holding your wrists with one hand, gripping the sheets with the other. He begins to roll his hips into yours, and he moans, fully inside you in just a few thrusts.

If he hadn’t rendered you both speechless and breathless in a mere few seconds, you’re sure you’d be a moaning mess, too. Somehow, in spite of all that, he manages to draw a moan out of you, which is instantly muffled by his tongue fucking into your mouth. He loves that. He loves the feeling of you desperately whining against his tongue. It makes his grip on the sheets tighten even more, knuckles going white against the cool metal of his rings, and the chain of his necklace grazes against you in sync with his hips.

He pulls apart, letting out a long, low moan that quickly turns into a chuckle, his breath fanning over your skin. His eyes bore into yours, and you can feel him rubbing up against your cervix with every deliberate thrust. It’s a feeling that was entirely foreign to you until you had met Billy. Not only is he the only one you’ve met that’s actually big enough to reach your cervix, but he also knows exactly what to do and exactly how to do it to make you feel so, so good - a skill he’s most definitely using to his advantage right now. It adds a whole new layer, another pleasurable hum to the symphony he’s creating with your bodies.

“Atta girl,” he praises sweetly, eyes never leaving yours, “just like that…”

Jesus Christ, you look so goddamn hot and fuckable when you’re splayed out beneath him like this, all submissive just for him. That doe eyed fuck me look on your face, while his hand is wrapped around your wrists, legs pinned down, it makes him want to fill you up even more than he did before. He knows for a fucking fact that if he could see your pussy right now, it would look amazing.

He’s really, really glad he’s hitting it raw right now, because if he somehow wasn’t currently about to knock you the hell up, he’d do whatever he had to to make sure he could. All he wants right now is to make you feel good, and fuck a baby into your needy little cunt. Based on the volume and frequency of your whiny moans and other noises, he’s doing a pretty damn good job.

He’s looking at you with this wild drive, this intensity, this hunger you haven’t seen anywhere else. His broad shoulders and muscular torso press into you, providing a nice sense of weight and pressure that somehow makes all this feel even better. The heat from your bodies radiates off each other as you pant, trying in vain to catch your breath from everything he’s done to you, everything he’s made you feel.

You snap out of the thought, stretched and accustomed to his size after a few moments, and he finally begins to move. The pace he sets is agonizing and perfect and you let out a long, breathy moan. A deep satisfaction begins to work its way through you as you’re stuffed with his cock, finally feeling full the way you’ve been craving for… a while, you realize. You didn’t notice how badly you missed Billy’s touch, his cock, the way he fills you up and stretches you out.

It hasn’t even been that long since the last time he rearranged your guts, you suppose, you’re just a little bit addicted to his cock by now. He hits a spot inside you that has you whining again, and you reluctantly admit to yourself you’re more than a little addicted. Much more. You feel him twitch inside you, making you even more aware of how well he fills you up, how deep and thick he is inside you, and you let out a shuddering sigh as he moans, breath fanning each other's faces.

Meanwhile, Billy can’t help but revel in how tight you are. You have a vice grip on his cock, squeezing him more perfectly than he could imagine, and no matter how many times you fuck, you always feel so much better than he expects. You’re warm, and tight, and wet; exactly the right grippy texture to make his cock twitch and leak tons of precum. You stimulate him better, more perfectly than anyone or anything he’s ever encountered.

He dwells on this feeling for a few seconds as you adjust to the swell of his cock, and the rhythm he’s splitting you in half to, simply allowing himself to really enjoy the feeling of being inside of you. Under any other circumstances he’d do things a little differently - he’d for sure go down on you until you cum at least three times, and that’s just to start with - but tonight is different. Tonight, he’s not just fucking you, he’s not just going to pleasure you until you’re both seeing stars. No, tonight, he’s on a mission to get you pregnant. Right fucking now.

It takes every single ounce of restraint and self control he has to maintain the pace he’s set, which is just slow enough for you to feel every single sensation he’s giving you, but not slow enough for your focus to stray from him for one moment. Every single thought you have is Billy, Billy, Billy, which is exactly how he wants you. You whine, trying to squirm below him, but you can’t move much with the way he has you pinned down below him. The noises you make, the way you writhe against him, the way you say his name in a breathy little sigh has him fighting to keep his composure.

It’s so difficult for him not to go absolutely feral with you beneath him like this, when he’s made you like this. He wants you, he craves you. It’s taking everything in him not to rush into this like a bull, but god dammit he is determined, he is going to knock you up tonight. And make you cum as many times as he can during that process. He can’t help himself as he starts growling out the filthiest shit he can think of, letting every dirty thought he has about you flow out of him.

“How does that feel, angel?” he asks, eyes burning into you, and you let out another whine in response.

“Good girls use their words,” he pants in your ear, voice low, “you want to be a good girl for Billy, don’t you?”

He’s barely gotten started and his words are already flooding you with heat, making you throb around him.

“Yes,” you manage to choke out, and he lets out a growl, satisfied with your response. He increases his pace and he fucks into you, deep and fast and hot. He lets out a moan, feeling you squeeze around him.

“That’s it,” he praises you for responding, “good whores follow daddy’s orders.” he growls. You let out a whiney, breathy moan and tighten around him. He continues his torrent of dirty talk, loving the reactions he gets out of you.

“You gonna follow orders? Huh?” he coaxes, “You gonna take my cock, be obedient for me, angel?”

You nod, whining again. His free hand releases its grip on the sheets, making its way to your stomach, pressing down. You can both feel his bulge inside you, going in and out, even more than you did before.

“Maybe I should start calling you mommy, get some practice in for when I knock you up…” he muses, voice gravely with lust. He can feel the soft, squishy flesh of your tits pressed up right against him, and they jiggle rhythmically in response to every one of his thrusts. His hand leaves your stomach, moving back up to your jaw to angle your face towards his.

He plants messy, hot kisses all over your mouth and neck, continuing to growl dirty shit right into your ear. You can barely pay attention to his very, very hot words, because Jesus fucking Christ his cock feels so good inside you. He fucks you so good, you can barley wrap your mind around it. You know later when you’re catching up with your friends over coffee they’ll ask about Billy, they’ll take one look at you and know. He’s barely gotten started with you, and you’re already cock drunk. Great.

He can see your eyes glazing over, and he knows what that look means.

“Already, sugarlips?” he asks rhetorically, a cock, teasing tone to his voice. You’re a panting, writhing mess that he’s made you into, so of course he’s going to tease you about it. You wouldn’t expect any less from him. You moan again, sounding like you’re straight out of a porn - and looking like it too, he thinks - and you try to bury your face in his neck. He doesn’t let you, kissing you more instead, so he can keep looking at your gorgeous, fucked out face.

“ ‘m close-” you manage to moan into his mouth, but he knows. Of course he knows, look at you. He can feel your muscles slowly contracting around him. He pumps into you a few more times, and somehow you tighten around him even more as you cum intensly around him. He’s balls deep inside you, and he knows if he tries to move like this he’ll come undone in an instant, which he does not want - not yet, at least. Instead, he grinds his pelvic bone into your clit to carry you through your second orgasm of the night. It works, and you convulse and writhe below him, legs shaking over his shoulders.

“Good girl…” he moans, voice dripping with praise, and just a little condescending. Just the way he knows you like it. You pulse around him, and once your grip lets up enough, he begins to pound into you again. He’s now made you cum at least twice, and does not plan on stopping. Heat floods to your cheeks as he once again takes up that relentless pace again, never ceasing to make you feel anything but euphoric.

His eyes are locked on yours, boring into your soul. The way he looks at you is so intense, and every time you squeeze them shut, or look away, he’s still staring just as intensely when you look back. The truth is, Billy really can’t get enough of you. There’s a certain high he gets from having all your attention, from being the thing that makes you feel so good you can’t stop moaning and screaming his name in spite of how much you might try.

He craves that attention from you more than anything. And dear god, you look so goddamn cute when you get nervous like that. When you look away, all blushy and flustered and fuckable, it just… does something to him. It makes that attention, that connection, so much sweeter. After you look away again, he takes his free hand and grabs your face, locking your eyes with his once more.

“Look at daddy when he’s fucking you.” he growls, and you moan relexively. He chuckles, eyes staring into your soul.

“You like that, don’t you dollface? Course you do… pretty thing like you just loves gettin’ tossed around by a big strong man.”

Fuck. He’s right, and you both know it. There’s no use trying to deny it, your moans and noises, the way you clench around him at his words are all the answer he needs. The heat generating between you two has a thin glistening sheen of sweat reflecting off his smooth skin in the low light of the room. Every noise you make (and you’re making a whole damn lot of them) is just turning Billy on more, continuing to encourage him to get you pregnant and full with his child. And he is going to get you so, so pregnant.

His free hand moves from your jawline to your tits, vehemently groping the soft flesh. He starts to play with your nipples, hard from arousal, and previously brushing against his chest, sending heat to your core. Now the heat they’re sending to your core is intentional. And it’s straight from Billy.

After a moment, he brings his thumb into his mouth, then his index finger into yours. You wrap your lips around him, sucking automatically. He pounds into you harder, curling his finger against your tongue the way he’d curled it inside you earlier.

“So good, so, so good… you gonna be a good little slut for me? Huh?” You moan, nodding as he gently finger fucks your mouth. Once he’s satisfied, he retracts his finger, hand making its way back to your tits. You spit mixes on your skin as he begins to tweak and rub your nipples again.

“Parading that tight little ass around in those shorts…” he plants another affectionate smack on your hip, grip on your wrists tightening, “calling me daddy,” he growls, pace relentless, “like that’s not gonna get you knocked up.” He chuckles as you clench around him.

Yeah, you’re definitely going to have a bruised cervix after this, but dear god it’s worth it. He’s panting, breath fanning all over you, making you even warmer than before. He fills you up so good, fucking you deep into your guts, making your head swim. Shit, you can’t get enough of him. No matter how much you fuck, you’re always craving him, craving his touch. He can’t seem to get enough of you either, practically everything you do turns him on. He’s relentless and you’re insatiable - you make a surprisingly good pair.

You’re close again, and you moan as it snaps you out of your train of thought. He can make you cum so fast it’s almost embarrassing. And you know he absolutely fucking loves it. He adores every minute of this. He loves how blushy and embarrassed you get when he’s made you cum half a dozen times back to back. You look so sweet and fucked out and flushed below him, practically drooling over his cock. He loves overstimulating you, he loves getting to watch as he actually fucks your brains out. He starts babbling out more praise, unable to hold back.

“Takin’ my cock like such a good, obedient girl,” he moans in your ear, placing hot kisses all over your face and neck. His hand is now pressing down on your stomach again, feeling his bulge stretch you over and over. The added sensation to your walls has you whining in a way that makes him throb inside you.

“F-fuck,” he chokes out, “you already feel all swolen ‘nd knocked up… gonna be so fuckin’ cute when you’re all pregnant, gonna make such a good little mommy-”

God dammit, it’s enough to send you over the edge yet again. You cum hard, convulsing around his cock, letting out a torrent of porn worthy moans.

“Fuck, Billy!” you cry out, clamping and shaking around him. You’ve finally brought him to the edge, and he can’t hold back any longer this time. This time, he cums with you.

“Shit- fuck!” his moan is torn from his throat, and he almost laughs at the end. You can’t imagine feeling any more full than you do with Billy’s cock stuffed inside you, his hot body and muscular chest pressing up against yours, but when he starts pumping you full of thick, hot cum, a new kind of satisfaction washes through you.

He lets out gravely moans, almost growling into your ear as he humps into you, riding out your highs. You expect him to stop after that, or at least slow down. Your eyes, glazed over with pleasure, widen in excitement and anticipation as he continues, speeding up to the pace he was keeping before. He fucks his cum deeper inside you, and with your hips slightly angled upwards, he knows he can keep every drop inside you. The realization sends blood rushing to his cock, and you feel him harden inside you.

He continues pistoning into you, your sweet moans like music to his ears. In spite of how close he has you, he’s overwhelmed with desire for you. He wants to touch you, wants to squeeze your soft tits and feel you pressed up against him without your legs in the way. He wants to be even closer to you. So, he leans back without pulling out, and brings your legs off his shoulders, wrapping them around your waist. He inches his legs forward so he has you in something akin to a mating press. He pins you back down, pressing against you even more than before.

“There’s a good girl,” he coos, thrusting into you like your lives depend on it, “such a good girl for daddy huh?”

You moan in agreement. You cling on to him, already feeling the dizzy beginnings of another orgasm building up.

“Gonna make such a good mommy,” he breathes, in between pressing hot open mouthed kisses along your neck, “gonna be so fuckin’ cute… all full and pregnant…”

It lasts for hours. You lost track of how many times you’ve both cum, you’re either at or well into double digits by now, his baby fevered dirty talk never ceasing. He cums into you again, and again, and again. He’s cum inside you so many times now you’re actually starting to look pregnant. The bulge in your stomach is bigger than before, and you’re stuffed full of more than just his cock. He touches your stomach, and you can tell he’s thinking the same thing.

He continues to pound into you, hitting that spot that makes your brain short circuit. His hands are all over you, groping your soft flesh, feeling you up and gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn white. You cling onto him, scratching his back and pulling his hair.

“Maybe I should keep you like this, huh? Keep you nice and pregnant,” he lets out an animalistic growling moan, laughing deliriously at the idea, “Keep fuckin’ brats into you as quick as you can push em out…”

His cock twitches at the mere thought. He’s drunk on you, on the idea of breeding you, keeping you constantly filled up to the brim. Honestly, he seems a little unhinged at this point, and it’s really, really hot.

He cums again as he finishes the thought, and you're sure you can't possibly feel any more full than you do right now. Eventually he begins to slow down, finally stopping still, and you can feel his cock and balls twitching against your sensitive walls. Still sheathed inside you, he collapses his weight on top of you, causing your breathing to shallow slightly. His hot breath fans over your face and neck as he kisses your jawline, exhausted, and praises you for a job well done.

"Such a good girl for me… taking daddy's cock so well…"

He rubs soothing shapes into your skin.

"Gonna make such cute little babies…"

His touch is enamored as ever, providing a sense of comfort entirely unique to him.

"... Be fuckin' gorgeous, all soft and round…"

He continues to murmur every loving, still very hot thought that crosses his mind into your ear as he kisses your neck. You're both totally blissed out, and you lay in each other's embrace, enjoying the warmth and touch you share.

After a little while, you're not sure how Iong, he begins to push himself up slightly.

"I should get cleaned up…" you begin, feeling his cum sloshing around inside you, kept firmly in place by his cock. You move to scoot out from under him, but he stops you. He pushes you back down to the bed, tits jiggling.

"Ah ah ah," he says in a warning.

"Billy," you start, fighting off a flustered giggle. He grabs a pillow, sliding his hand under the small of your back. In one swift motion, he lifts you up and places the pillow under your hips. He lays back down on top of you, all without pulling out of you for a moment. You let out a noise as he moves against your sensitive flesh, grunting as he settles against you.

"I have to get cleaned up…" you trail off with a giggle.

"Oh no, no you don't sugarlips," he says, in that cocky, dominant tone of voice, "I'm gonna keep you stuffed full of me like this for a while."

He thrusts into you once or twice to emphasize his point, causing you to squirm against him - a feeling he really, truly can not get enough of.

"Cause otherwise," he continues once he’s settled back on top of you, gently crushing you with his weight, "I'd have to fill you up all over again. And I know how much you would hate that." Cloying sarcasm drips from his lips, and he feels you flutter around him and the statement, unsure if it's a threat or a promise or both.

You know he definitely knocked you up, there’s no way this didn't work exactly how he wanted it to. But you don't think that you’d mind trying a couple more times, just to make sure. On top of you, fighting off sleep to revel in your presence, your touch, your warmth, and press even more kisses into your soft skin, Billy is thinking the exact same thing.

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove smut #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #billy hargrove #tw.breeding #tw.smut #I literally want him to knock me tf up so bad lol #if you want billy hargrove to get you preggers lemme hear you so helll yeeeeah #(heeell yeeeeah)#......... got em #it's me #i'm em

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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Cuddle Time w/ the OM Cast

Baby Simeon woke me up from my slumber. That card is fucking adorable, I want it.

Lucifer

The fact Lucifer doesn't immediately throw them off whenever they try to snuggle should be proof enough of his love.

Cuddling is mostly done in the privacy of his bedroom. Occasionally he'll allow it in his office, but only if he's not busy.

He prefers to do it on one of the many chairs or cushions he has by the fire. Between the warmth of their body and the heat of the fireplace, he'll relax into it in seconds…

His favorite position is face-to-face with them on his lap - it's a way for him to "hand over" control while still feeling perfectly in charge. Sure, they can trace his jaw or fluff his hair as much as they like, but it's his arms holding them in place.

Gets beyond grouchy if they get interrupted... First, it's embarrassing, but second, who even has the right? If he gets pulled away for anything less than a house fire, someone (usually Mammon) is getting tied up to the chandelier...

Mammon

Jumps at cuddle time, but always tries to play it off afterwards like an indecisive puppy.

Like Lucifer, he prefers his bedroom or theirs, but he'll do it in the Common Room too if he really needs a "pick-me-up." It's just that they usually get interrupted in there, so…

Likes to cuddle in bed or on couches, any place that's long enough to let him stretch out a bit. He wants to monopolize as much MC as he can.

Favorite position is laying on them so that his head is on their stomach or chest, kind of like a blanket. Like I said, the MC Surface Area to Mammon ratio is very important to him. More than half of MC must be cuddled for supreme satisfaction.

Whines like crazy if they get interrupted (and they usually do). Nearly every brother has an automatic gut reaction to toss him across the room if they see it happening, but that never stops him trying.

Leviathan

Levi had to warm to cuddling but after that he was all-in for life.

Really only does it in his room (duh). He gets so nervous about trying it anywhere else that you'd think it was scandalous or something...

Actually prefers to cuddle on the floor - on beanbags or pillows of course. It's not terribly comfortable to cuddle and play games together in his bedtub and he needs the multitasking.

Favorite position (scratch that, the only position) is with their back to him and his arms around them in some way, probably also gripping a controller (or vice versa). They can do it laying down or sitting up, but that's what he can muster. His brain stops functioning if they ever try to face each other...

Not above vague thoughts of homicide if they get interrupted. He already doesn't like letting go, so add on the depletion of his all important "MC Meter" and he's going to be very grumpy indeed…

Satan

Cuddles a bit like a semi-social cat. Less big on full-on snuggling, but he still requires physical contact.

Much more relaxed about the PDA than the others, but his affection style is more casual looking as well. He'll cuddle right about anywhere, but mostly whenever he's reading.

Couches or loveseats are easiest. Chairs are less so, but manageable as long as they can sit close to each other.

Favorite position is to have them sit next to him with their legs over his lap. He only needs one hand to read so the other usually roams around mindlessly while he's engrossed in a book. He may rub their thighs, hold their hand, or play with their hair.

Hates being interrupted with a burning passion. The death glare he'll send to anyone stupid enough to try could curdle milk… Give Satan his MC time if you know what's good for you.

Asmodeus

Needs cuddle time like he needs air, but would you expect any less from the embodiment of Lust?

Down to cuddle anytime, anywhere - zero shame and no hint of hesitation. Sometimes he'll come over and latch into them in the middle of someone else's conversation...

Fond of using beds but he's also mastered cuddling in the tub, his bathroom is certainly built for it. Nothing beats a nice hot bath with his nice warm MC! 😘

Favorite position is really any of them. He's hardly going to be picky - though if given the choice, he'll pull them to the nearest bed and wrap himself around them so tight that they may get stuck together.

Whines louder than Mammon if they ever get interrupted and pelt the intruder with pillows or shoes to make them go away (it rarely works though…).

Beelzebub

Always happy to cuddle with MC!... as long as they don't mind his stomach growling from time to time.

Prefers to cuddle after he's downed some big feast. When the food coma is setting in, it's really nice to hold MC for a while… They make him feel full for at least five extra minutes!

He tries to incorporate MC into his training sometimes so his favorite position is to have them latched onto him like a kola while he goes about the House. If their arms or legs get tired, he'll carry them over to a couch and just continue from there.

If he's got to be still, then he prefers to cuddle in a bed, ideally one where Belphie is. Nothing warms his heart more than having the both of them clung into him in some way, it's very therapeutic. 😊

Not AS bothered when they get interrupted… If anything he's just disappointed. He was probably having fun, but they'll come back, right...?

Belphegor

Look, all time is "Cuddle Time" and any other activity is just a distraction. If Belphie could hot glue the MC to his body, he would.

Being cuddled to sleep is a MUST. He thrives on their proximity and the sound of their heartbeat is the world's best lullaby.

Unfortunately, he doesn't even need to be particularly comfortable to get cuddling in… He has been known to just collapse onto their lap if he's tired enough, all else be damned.

His favorite position is any way that lets them be his pillow. Any particular soft parts of the body like the stomach are fair game. He'll use their thighs like a neck pillow if he wants to (and hope that they don't try choking him out of revenge...).

There's really no interrupting Belphie. If someone needs MC, he'll latch onto their legs so they either stay put or bring him too. The others have to use magic or spatulas just to pry him off...

Diavolo

Big on cuddle time. HUGE on cuddle time! This man has hardly ever been touched, so this is a dream come true!!

Look, he's the king so he'll cuddle them wherever he damn well pleases! (That's a lie, Barbatos won't let him do it during work hours… Otherwise it's fine.)

He's very enthusiastic but uh… kind of inexperienced so a lot of things (like convenient location) don't occur to him right away. Like sure, they could go cuddle in a big ass bed, but he really wants to hold them RIGHT NOW so they're just going to have to do this in an empty ballroom somehow...

His favorite position is probably best described as the "Teddy Bear," where they just sit on his lap and he hugs them from behind. He'll even rest his chin on their head if he can. It looks vaguely like he's holding them hostage but they actually seem happy about it.

Unless your name is Barbatos or Lucifer, you do not interrupt them. As far as he knows, there's still a snake in the dungeons and you don't want to be the person he sends to check…

Barbatos

A spot of quiet intimacy is quite rare for him… but never unwelcome.

Assuming Barbs even finds the time in his schedule to sit still for a while, he will almost always opt to do so when utterly alone (sometimes even in deserted timelines). It's very embarrassing to be caught procrastinating at work...

Ever the pleaser, he'll claim that he has no real preferences but if he were being honest it's when they're curling up together on a cushion or loveseat. It's comfortable, but still allows for some proper conversion.

Unlike others, no matter what position they take he'll always want to be face-to-face. When he gets to be with them so rarely, why would he ever want to see their back turned…?

NO ONE interrupts them. No one. Short of Diavolo needing him desperately, if someone sees the two of them together they will turn around. Even an irritated Barbatos is scary, an angry one is terrifying…

Simeon

Oh man… This is the height of intimacy for an angel. Cuddling with Simeon is just as sweet and relaxing as it sounds - it's an almost photogenic level of serenity, fit for the brushes of Renaissance painters trying to define what divine love is...

Naturally, because it's such an intimate act Simeon will only do so in absolute privacy. He doesn't even want Luke to see, it's just that personal...

Part of why he's so guarded is because it's one of the rare times he'll let his wings be free. They're very delicate, so he has to sit on stools, logs, or other backless seats to even let them out but it's worth it.

His favorite position is to have the MC sit across his lap while he holds them as close as possible. He'll beat his wings for a nice breeze on hot days or fold them in to shelter the MC from cold ones. No matter what, their movement is so glimmering and graceful that they're practically mesmerizing…

To him getting interrupted is legitimately so mortifying you'd think he got caught streaking. Even the brothers - sans Satan - will avert their eyes if they find them like that… while still telling him to back off but at least they're considerate about it.

Solomon

Solomon's softest moments come when he's cuddling MC… but he's still a little mischievous no matter what.

They pretty much have to do it in secret because if any of the brothers see them, they'll throw a fit… So snuggling in cramped storage closets or "so-high-up-in-the-air-no-one-can-stop-us" it is!

But when he wants to poke buttons, Solomon will magic them onto his lap dead-ass in the middle of RAD, like, two minutes before a class starts just to watch the world burn…

If he had a favorite position, it's sitting wrapped up together in his cape. It feels intimate, warm, and the starry-sky pattern makes him feel like there's nothing in the universe but them…

Interruptions are frequent - thank the PDA police - but only in the Devildom. In the human world, though? They're all his and he soaks up every minute of it... Sorry fellas. 😏

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me dateables #obey me undateables

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syllvane · 3 years

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graphology- kaz brekker x reader

a/n: here it is, my entry to @lxncelot ‘s writing challenge!! i chose to write kaz x reader with the prompt leaving letters/notes in each other’s pockets! hope you guys enjoy!

Kaz’s pockets are almost never empty, but he’s always aware of exactly what he has in his pockets- something as simple as that could mean life or death in the Barrel, whether or not he happens to be carrying a knife or a stone of a particular weight.

That’s where he found your grocery list, in his coat pocket, somewhere between his lockpick and a small stone.

Well, he didn’t know that it was yours, not by the contents of the list alone.

But there was the irrefutable fact that it was written in your handwriting, in the handwriting that Kaz had spent hours memorizing should the need to identify it arise.

He had always imagined that this skill would be used in the unfortunate event of your kidnapping, that he would use it to discern whether or not they were forging any communication or if they were making you write it yourself.

Or maybe he just wanted an excuse to memorize your handwriting.

In any case, there was also the fact that you were the only one at the Slat who would be bold enough to wear his jacket.

Standing in the middle of the street, Kaz Brekker smiled to himself, folding the grocery list neatly and tucking it back into his pocket.

He doesn’t return it to you directly.

You find it neatly folded on your nightstand when you return from your shift at the Crow Club, with no clue to how it got there.

You try to carry nothing valuable in your coat pockets, not as adept as Kaz at detecting when someone is trying to pickpocket you.

You keep a lockpick and a couple of stray knives in your pockets and a small roll of gauze, having nicked yourself on the knives on more than a couple of occasions.

You don’t usually keep stray pieces of paper, so when you feel one in your pocket, you figure that it must be one that you left in there accidentally.

When you pull the neatly folded paper out, it’s not your handwriting on it, but familiar handwriting nonetheless.

The paper is mostly blank, with only ten words written on the entirety of the page.

‘Why do you have so many knives in your pockets?’

You know it’s him by the way he writes the letter ‘k’- the rest of the words could be written by someone else for all you know, but you know that Kaz Brekker wrote that one letter.

You ran your finger gently over the words, feeling the imprints of the letters from the other side of the paper.

You held the paper in your hand and walked back to the Slat and into Kaz’s office.

“You know,” He started without looking up. “Some people have the courtesy to knock.”

He looked up at you, his blue eyes piercing yours before dropping to the piece of paper that you held in your hand.

An amused look flashed in his eyes.

“I could just give you a holster for your knives.”

“I like having the knives in my pockets- they’re easily accessible and-”

“They stab people trying to put notes into your pocket?” He finished, his eyes sparkling.

You smiled at him, your eyes sparkling as well.

“Yeah, something like that,” You said, setting the piece of paper down in front of him before turning towards the door. “Oh, and Kaz?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for giving my grocery list back.”

He fights the urge to say that he didn’t take it from you in the first place, that you left it in his coat pocket. He knows that he should tell you not to use his jacket anymore and that next time you leave something, he won’t be as kind, but he doesn’t.

After all, Kaz Brekker doesn’t make threats if he doesn’t intend to keep them.

He settles for shaking his head, a smile tugging at his lips.

The next time he puts on his coat, he really doesn’t expect another scrap of paper in his pockets.

Once was a mistake, something that could be easily overlooked.

Twice was a pattern.

He opened up the crumpled piece of paper, expecting maybe another errant grocery list.

Scrawled in your handwriting: ‘Stay safe, boss’

His heart skipped a beat as he read the piece of paper and he felt himself blush slightly- thankfully for the cold weather, the note didn’t make his cheeks any more red then they would be otherwise.

He was going to have to address this.

For now though, he tucked the piece of paper in a pocket on the inside of his coat, near his chest, shaking his head at how sentimental he had become.

‘Stop stealing my coat.’

That’s the message you found in Kaz’s own coat pocket and you couldn’t say that it was entirely unwarranted.

And it’s the message that Kaz sees again later when he’s wearing his own coat, though underneath his original message, you had added a single word.

‘No.’

Maybe he should’ve been furious at your defiance, at the very least annoyed that you were going to continue wearing his coat after he explicitly told you not to.

Instead, he looked at the note on his desk with a strange smile appearing on his face, feeling something dangerously close to happiness.

The third piece of paper that you leave in Kaz’s coat, much like the first, is completely by accident.

Only this time, it’s not a grocery list that you’ve left in his coat, but poetry.

And if that wasn’t mortifying enough in itself, of course the words had been written in his name, though it hadn’t been addressed directly to him. It may as well have been though, having been left in his coat pocket.

All of this left only one option- you had to get it back before he could read it.

When you opened the door to his office, you were surprised to see Kaz sitting there, though not as surprised as he was to see you in his doorway.

His expression twisted into something unfamiliar but before you could place it, he coughed and his gaze became steely once again.

“You still haven’t learned to knock,” He said pointedly and you looked around the office sheepishly before stepping back into the hallway, closing the door in front of you.

You knocked.

“No one’s home,” He said, his voice muffled from the other side of the door and you rolled your eyes before opening the door again.

“Liar,” You mumbled, though not loud enough for him to hear. “I need your coat.”

He blinked.

“Last time I checked, you had one.”

“It’s not as warm,” You said and although that was true, it was not the reason you wanted it.

He stared at you, as if sensing that you were withholding information, but he didn’t push you on that.

“Why do you insist on stealing my coat?”

“It’s not stealing. I always give it back.”

“Stealing, borrowing without permission, what is the difference really, when I would never allow it of anyone else.”

You didn’t say anything to that, didn’t know what to say.

It wasn’t new information, but there was an unspoken agreement between the two of you that it wouldn’t be spoken aloud. You would steal his coat and Kaz would be annoyed, as if this was something all the Dregs did. You would give it back at the end of the day or whenever you were done wearing it and he would simply shake his head, a small smile playing on his lips and he would tell you not to do it again.

There was never any threat of reprisal, never any threats at all. It was probably better that way- he was known for making good on his word and he would have never lifted a finger against you.

You trusted him absolutely and it had scared all of your common sense right out of you.

“I am going to go to the Crow Club for business,” He said, interrupting your thoughts. “I am going to leave my coat here. Don’t take it.”

You wanted to ask him Why don’t you just give it to me?, but you stopped yourself- you already knew the answer.

Giving it to you would be crossing a line in his mind, a line that he probably couldn’t come back from. It was one thing to leave it here, knowing that you would probably take it against his direct orders and another to give it to you, to watch you put it on.

You watched as he shrugged the coat off, setting it down on his chair. He walked over to the door, his hand on the doorknob.

“If you leave it here, I’m going to put it on.”

He stopped, lowering his head slightly before turning the doorknob and opening the door.

“I wouldn’t leave it here if I thought you wouldn’t,” He said before walking out, closing the door behind him.

You stood there with his words for a little bit before walking over to where he had set his coat down.

You put it on gingerly, as if Kaz might walk back in at any moment and change his mind.

You slipped your hand into the coat pockets and ran through the list of familiar items: lockpick, a couple of stones, a pocket knife, and a wallet that he had taken from a tourist earlier today.

Also there, a scrap of paper.

You unfolded it to see that part of the poem had been ripped away, leaving the very last lines of the poem in your hand.

‘You are home and there is nowhere I would rather be but in your arms.’

Underneath the last words, in neat handwriting that you had come to know as Kaz’s: ‘I don’t think I could’ve said it better myself.’

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Last time I went about five months between doing a set of STAR WARS fic recs, this time it’s only been three months! Hurrah! It helps that, as always, this fandom puts out an incredible amount of excellent fic, so I feel like I’m never hurting for fics I want to yell about and shove at people, which is something I continue to appreciate as it often feels like so much of the world is such a huge tire fire. It helps to be able to find fics to retreat into, to have fun with, to express joy and creativity with, and so many of the authors in this fandom are just so good at this! To the point that these sets sometimes take awhile because there are always more fics I want to add, until the post starts threatening to be overly long instead of a decent length–in my defense, no seriously, you guys are just too good! Also, I forced myself to stop at 69 fic recs, because yes I do think it’s funny. (Nice.) STAR WARS FIC RECS: PREQUELS RECS: ✦ a comedy in four acts by jesuisdeux, obi-wan & dooku & yoda & qui-gon & cast, time travel, 4k This was what time-travel is: staring at the dark sockets of skulls everywhere your gaze lands on. Being haunted by ghosts long gone. The apprehension of the slow yet sure approach of the inevitable which is sending chills down your spine. ✦ No Rest for the Weary by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & jedi & ocs, 61k Needing a break from life at the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan Kenobi and his apprentice, Anakin Skywalker, visit a Jedi AgriCorps settlement on the Midrim planet of Helia. There they encounter new friends, new enemies and have new adventures, all while attempting to navigate their sometimes turbulent relationship as Master and Padawan. ✦ Stars of Tatooine by Be_Right_Back, ahsoka & kanan & mace & rex & obi-wan & cast, 10.5k After the end of the world, Ahsoka more or less kidnaps a child, has to air some old grievances, and tries to find whatever peace the universe can still offer. All paths in the Force lead home, eventually. ✦ Festival of Light by dendral, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & rex & cast, 8.7k During his first year at the Jedi Temple, Anakin learns that even the Jedi celebrate holidays. ✦ the master, the padawan, the Force by skatzaa, depa & caleb, 1.4k Caleb expects things to be different after Master Depa takes him as her padawan, but really, it feels like nothing really changes. ✦ desecrate my lungs by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & padme & cast, 16k wip Time-travel fix-it in which Mustafar haunts Anakin decades after it happened and years before it would. ✦ Grace by dismantlingsummer, obi-wan & anakin, 2.3k Shortly after Mustafar, Anakin realizes what he has done. He finds Obi-Wan to beg for death. ✦ Fifth Migration by wrennette, yoda & mace & obi-wan & ki-adi & yarael & coleman & plo & palpatine & cast, 2k How about an AU where the Sith’s Grand Plan accounted for everything -everything that is, except the fact that the Jedi temple is actually an very ancient spacecraft and the second word got to the Jedi about there being clones on Kamino, all Jedi are called back inside and they take off immediately? Just imagine the dear chancellor’s face… ✦ fill pages with scribbled ink by magneticwave, obi-wan/padme & sabe & mace & quinlan & cast, 9.8k A year after the Invasion of Naboo, Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi is invited by Queen Amidala to return to Naboo and participate in a rite known as the Night of Fireflies. Things kind of snowball from there. ✦ Mind Your Words by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin, spanking, 7k Obi-Wan reminds Anakin that there are consequences for careless behavior for young Jedi on missions. ✦ (you taught me) the courage of stars by grumpyhedgehogs, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cast, 5.1k wip Ahsoka Tano flees after a warrant for her arrest is issued, but not before receiving aid from an unexpected ally. (Ahsoka proceeds to go on a road trip filled with a bunch of strangers who all say the same thing: Obi-Wan Kenobi is much more than he has ever appeared to be.) ✦ they faked it (guess everything’s complicated) by katierosefun, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 4.5k Ahsoka temporarily loses memories of the events of Obi-Wan’s fake death. To help with the healing process, Anakin and Obi-Wan have to pretend that they’re okay. ✦ programed to dream by ghostwriterofthemachine, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, body horror, 1.3k The spaceship Comet-rider is the fastest, most efficient vessel in the galaxy, and is crewed by Separatist-funded pirates. Anakin Skywalker is missing. Unfortunately, these two things are connected. ✦ Unpleasant Truths by hellowkatey, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k Obi-Wan and Anakin are stuck in a room with one another while waiting for truth serum to wear off. ✦ moment’s silence by skatzaa, obi-wan & owen & beru & luke & leia (pre-obi-wan/beru-owen), 2k Owen had long since resigned himself to trouble, whenever Beru got that particularly stubborn set to her jaw. ✦ hold gently and let go by shatou, obi-wan & anakin (pre-slash?), 1.7k A troubled Anakin comes to Obi-Wan to discuss attachments. ✦ sun child by Ro29, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k (or; sometimes being so tied to the Force causes problems, Obi-Wan helps his Padawan as best he can) ✦ A Dinner Out by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & cast, 1.6k Obi-Wan can’t get his young Padawan to eat much, so he tries something new. But trying something different has unintended consequences. ✦ Shades in the Desert by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & luke & owen/beru, 10.8k Not even from a certain point of view did Darth Vader kill Anakin Skywalker. He wished he did, but the specter of the Jedi’s light escaped before he could finalize his fall to the dark. Meanwhile, Anakin is raising his son on Tatooine. ✦ somewhere along in the bitterness by CallToMuster, obi-wan & anakin, major character death, 3.8k It was probably the twelfth day floating alone in space that Obi-Wan and Anakin realized no one was coming for them. ✦ Songs for Little Jedi by soft_but_gremlin, mace & younglings, ~1k The initiates are having nightmares, so Mace sings a lullaby to comfort them. ✦ atmosphere level by softredscrunchie, obi-wan/satine & qui-gon, 1k As a joke, Satine tells Obi-Wan she thinks Mandalore is flat. He doesn’t take it well. ✦ on sith holocrons and misunderstandings by billowypants, obi-wan & anakin & mace & yoda & cast, de-aged!obi-wan, 7.2k or, de-aged!Obi-Wan has the same Force bonds as adult Obi-Wan, and he does not react well. ✦ Perseverance & Resilience by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin, 1.1k In the aftermath of Naboo, Obi-Wan realizes he needs strength to protect his new Padawan. Growing up, Anakin needs peace. ✦ A Delicate Balance by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & yoda & jedi, spanking, 9.6k As Anakin’s skills grow, so too does his penchant for getting into trouble. After a training mishap, Obi-Wan struggles with his role as Anakin’s master. ✦ mirror, mirror by CallToMuster, obi-wan & anakin, 5.4k Obi-Wan has been rescued by Anakin after being rather embarrassingly kidnapped on the remote planet of Ilnuria during his investigation of rumored kyber crystals deep beneath the planet’s surface. …But is all as it seems? ✦ Mace Windu Appreciation Week by Redminibike1, mace & obi-wan & anakin & ponds & cody & jedi & cast, 12.5k Set of unconnected ficlets for Mace Windu Appreciation Week, because he deserves it :) ✦ begin again as a quiet thought by skatzaa, obi-wan/quinlan, d/s, ~1k Cool, smooth leather touched his jaw—gloves. Because of course Obi-Wan had thought of that as well. ✦ Drunken Lullabies by Siri_Kenobi12, obi-wan & anakin & siri & quinlan & aayla & garen & bant & ferus, 6.5k “Do I really have to go to this thing?” Fourteen year old Anakin Skywalker dramatically sighed. “It’s sooo boring!” ✦ heaven knows how I love you by the_13th_battalion, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 1.2k Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka are stranded on an unfamiliar planet overnight. They spend their time exploring the community- and maybe they get a little closer to each other along the way. ✦ A Reckless Padawan by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, spanking, 3.9k When Ahsoka upsets Anakin with an act of reckless disobedience, it falls to her grandmaster to help her see the error of her ways. OBI-WAN/ANAKIN RECS: ✦ Too Hot by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, that player loses. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser. ✦ Nostos by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin & padme, NSFW, 17k Or, how Obi-Wan and Anakin discover that there are many ways to come home. ✦ to touch the light, darkest by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.9k Obi-Wan begins to fuck Vader back to the light ✦ encode by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & padme & handmaidens & cast, 26.3k wip Instead of being accepted into the Jedi Order at the age of 9, Anakin Skywalker became a ward of Naboo. ✦ Hunting the Homeward Light by GreenQueenofClubs, obi-wan/anakin & mace & ahsoka & shmi & padme & cast, 31.9k wip When Anakin Skywalker was nine, he left his whole life and mother behind to follow Qui-Gon Jinn to Coruscant and the Jedi Temple. When Anakin Skywalker was twelve, he left his whole life and Master behind to follow Mace Windu to the Outer Rim and away from the Jedi Order. When Anakin Skywalker was twenty… ✦ use my body to break your fall by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 44.7k wip Obi-Wan Kenobi is too good at being a Sith Lord general of the Separatist army. The Jedi Council approaches Anakin with an offer he can’t refuse. These things are, actually, related. ✦ Over and Over by obiwanobi, obi-wan/anakin, 1.4k “I love you,” he blurts out, loud and impossible to miss. Obi-Wan blinks once, twice. And freezes. The first time Anakin tells him is a mortifying experience. ✦ Exceptions by rinverse, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & mace & quinlan & cast, NSFW, modern au, 23.4k Young and brilliant, Anakin is the mind behind JEDI Tech’s latest innovation. Obi-Wan is the company’s perfectly composed Director of PR & Marketing. And last night, they were just two strangers at a bar, looking for something quick and easy. But life had other plans when it crossed their paths again the very next day. ✦ Here There Be Dragons by Ghost_Owl, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, 10.1k Anakin knows why he can’t shift into his animal form like every other Jedi. It’s because he doesn’t want to, it’s because he’s had a vision of what he would become, and he doesn’t want it. ✦ Waiting in a Sea of Stars by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan/anakin, ~1k Stranded in deep space, Obi-Wan and Anakin wait for rescue. ✦ Tristitia by JSwander, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 5k An alternate timeline where Palpatine focuses his attentions on Obi-Wan Kenobi instead of Anakin Skywalker after the attack on Naboo. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 11: Communication, What Communication? by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, mobster au, 7k a 7k obikin PWP that is somehow a prompt mashup of a mobster au, an accidental sugar daddy au, with a soupçon of an anakin never left tatooine au, and a pinch of qui-gon was anakin’s dad au ✦ who a person truly is cannot be seen with the eye by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, spanking, 3.6k Anakin purposely avoids doing what Obi-Wan tells him to do. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 12: Potidaea, 432BC, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, historical au, 4.3k Here is a short smutty scene inspired by all those classics asks, Alcibiades praising Socrates in Plato’s Symposium, and this vase c.490-480 B.C. depicting standing, face-to-face intercrural intercourse between a bearded man and a youth, which as far as we can tell was the most common and accepted position for it in Ancient Greece. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 13: Minikin and Tiny-Wan by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 5.4k Happy May the Fourth! In honor of this happy day, I have written the fluffiest, crackiest, vanilla-flavored smut imaginable. Based on long discussions on discord with tomicaleto about her adorable Tiny AU. ✦ to hold until brightness by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.4k Obi-Wan feared that it drew out the darkest in him, to bring Vader to these flashes of light, but it was a trade he would make again and again without hesitation. ✦ May Be Found, If Sought by ghostwriterofthemachine, obi-wan/anakin & mace & quinlan, magical academy au, 2.3k In which Quinlan, Mace, and Obi-Wan teach Non-Traditional Magical Philosophy in an institution rampant with academic snobbery and discrimination, something dark is stirring in the nearby forest, and no one is ever prepared for Anakin Skywalker. A small story about first meetings in magical academia. ✦ infinitely varied by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 2.2k Also known as Obi-Wan and Anakin teach a tiny program called A.H.S.O.K.A. how to be something more than lines of code via the power of linguistics. ✦ recipe for disaster by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 9.8k When Ahsoka tells Anakin she doesn’t want to learn piano anymore, Anakin is heartbroken. He doesn’t care about the instrument, obviously, but he’s practically in love with her teacher. Obi-Wan offers up a solution to their impending separation, and it’s not dating like any normal person would suggest. Instead, he’s gonna teach Anakin how to cook. Except Anakin’s a pretty well-known chef, and Obi-Wan is absolutely awful in the kitchen. ✦ Pretty Kitty by GayCheerios, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.2k “Master, you always take such good care of me,” Anakin says, a little chirp coming after his sentence, as his thumb rests on Anakin’s plump bottom lip. ✦ As One, Into Eternity by Pseudonymoose, obi-wan/anakin, force ghosts, 3.1k Death comes, but the man who was, and is, and will be Anakin Skywalker is not gone. And in the Force, he will never be alone again. ✦ does he make you laugh? by y0u_idjits, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, fusion fic, 3.6k “Tell me it’s not about screwing the guy who’s screwing your husband.” ✦ Rotten Work by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, 2.8k Obi-Wan: I’ll take care of you. Anakin, with bloodshot eyes and a broken back from hours of terrible posture: It’s rotten work. Obi-Wan, who needs to bathe this man for his own sanity and health: Not to me. Not if it’s you. ✦ afterimages by shatou, obi-wan/anakin, 1.3k Mustafar is nothing but a bad dream. ✦ understanding is honoring the truth beneath the surface by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 7.3k Anakin asks Obi-Wan to take control. ✦ The strongest stars… by Tomicaleto, obi-wan/anakin & beru & cast, NSFW, 7.4k The war’s end seems to be close, with everyone looking forward to it. And when Anakin is doubting himself the most, an unexpected visit arrives at the Temple. ✦ home has a heartbeat by izazov, obi-wan/anakin, 5.6k Or: Anakin and Obi-Wan are together, but there are still some things left unsaid between them. ✦ turn back now (i’m haunted) by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & padme & quinlan & ahsoka & cast, modern au, ghosts au, 25k wip Anakin Skywalker’s house is haunted. Luckily for him, Padmé knows a ghost hunter. Unluckily for him, it’s the hottest, most english-professor ghost hunter he’s ever seen. And extremely unluckily for him, he’s starting to get the feeling he understands maybe ten percent of what’s actually going on here, not to mention what’s at stake. ✦ game plan by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 11.2k Or, Vader keeps capturing Obi-Wan during the Wars. Obi-Wan keeps escaping. It’s kind of a thing. ✦ Provocation by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.9k Or: Obi-Wan and Anakin attempt to navigate their complicated relationship with barbed words and wilful ignorance. It wasn’t going well. ✦ Languages by Crowgirl, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 6.5k So Anakin pulls out a map and makes a list. REBELS RECS: ✦ The Scent of You by ambiguously, kanan/hera & cast, a smidge of nsfw, 2.9k Everything changes after Malachor, and Kanan has trouble finding his balance. ✦ Heard It in a Love Song (Can’t Be Wrong) by ambiguously, zeb/kallus, 2.7k Kallus can’t quite figure out what makes Zeb tick, but he keeps trying. ORIGINAL TRILOGY/MANDALORIAN RECS: ✦ A Discussion of Choices by Peppermint_Shamrock, luke & mace, 2k Mace Windu has traveled the galaxy since the fall of the Republic, keeping out of the Empire’s sight and teaching where he can. Upon the request of a ghost of an old friend, Mace finds himself instructing Luke Skywalker, who is still reeling from the truth of Vader’s identity. ✦ staring down the barrel of the hot sun by magneticwave, luke/din & obi-wan & grogu & mace & cast, 25.7k “Gone to a Child of the Watch, the Darksaber has,” Grand Master Yoda announces in his creaky little voice. “Peace, there is not, and yet peace, there must be.” ✦ Released by Peppermint_Shamrock, cody & rex & luke & cast, 6k Nearly two and a half decades late, Cody’s chip is finally removed. Adjusting to having his mind returned to him after so long takes time, and Cody struggles with questions of his purpose of the past, present, and future. Fortunately, he does not have to struggle alone. ✦ A Tatooine Rainstorm by skatzaa, leia & luke & shmi, 1.7k Leia meets a ghost. ✦ Dealing with the Darksaber by Peppermint_Shamrock, din & bo-katan & cara, 1.3k After her recovery, Bo-Katan contacts Din to challenge him for the darksaber. Din is still very much not interested in the whole affair. FULL DETAILS + RECS HERE

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REQUESTED: "Hii! I saw that you wanted people to leave kaz requests in your asks so here I am! Could you do a ff in wich the reader is a part of the crows and she's really sarcastic and flirty (similar to jesper) and she constantly flirts with kaz, (he acts like it doesn't affect him but he secretly loves it) and one day she does something especially bold that makes him blush madly and they finally admit their feelings for each other (also a lot of teasing of the crows to kaz pls) thank you so much!"

SUMMARY: reader loves to tease kaz but is scared once she realizes she might have gone too far.

WARNINGS: a mention of blood but nothing graphic

WORD COUNT: 1422

Kaz was the most closed-off person you knew. He never revealed anything, wether it was his feelings or the details of a new plan, and it enraged you. That's why you took it upon yourself to see just how far you could push him.

Flirting with Kaz Brekker wasn't an easy task, nor was it rewarding but it sure was fun. The crows loved to see which new technique you would have used and what effect it would have had on Kaz. It was usually a simple glare; a snarky comment when you were lucky. Bets were made on his reactions and you soon became a part of it.

"What are we thinking today, Y/n?" started Jesper while walking you down to the club, "I'm betting on a smirk."

"A smirk?!" you asked surprised, "I'm not even sure Kaz can smile..."

"He can, i've seen him once. I thought i was dreaming but when i pointed it out, he glared at me. I knew it was real when he whacked me with his cane." stated Jesper, shivering at the memory. You couldn't help but laugh at his theatrics. "Why do you do it, by the way?"

You took a moment to answer, suddenly serious again.

Truth was that all the innocent flirty comments you made −comments that started out as nothing more than a pastime− soon changed something in you. They were becoming truthful, and seeing Kaz answer with nothing but a dismissive comment was not easy. Trying to evoke feelings in him, inadvertently awoke feelings in you. Feelings for your boss that you shouldn't have had.

"Do i need a reason? It's fun, why do you talk to yourself in the mirror when you think no one's watching?" you retorted, raising eyebrows in genuine question.

"First of all, you shouldn't have seen that. Second of all, you should try it, you'd feel much better afterwards." he said simply and you tried restraining the smile that inevitably made its way on your face.

You entered the club which was, as always, in full swing. Several people were already ordering at the bar all kinds of alcohol while many others were betting all their possessions at the tables. Only the dregs knew that the real bets were being placed under the tables.

"Ten that he doesn't say anything." you heard someone whispering.

You were the newest of the dregs and of the crows, but you had already earned yourself a reputation.

"Twenty that he finally kicks her out." another voice from somewhere in the club.

That one made you shiver. Would he really reach a point where he would fire you? You were a useful member, you wouldn't have made it into the crows if you weren't, but were you too much? Would he eventually get tired of you?

You walked over to your usual table with Jesper to meet Inej. Kaz wasn't there yet and you were really thinking of ending it there, no more flirting, no more jokes. This was your job, nothing else.

"What do you have for us, boss?" asked Jesper as he saw Kaz approaching.

He looked as he always does: black refined clothes clinging to him in an assortment of sharp edges, making him look even more direful to new merchants. He looked dashing the way a raging sea at night is; frightening, yet enticing. And that was wrong, you reminded yourself.

"It was a dead end." he said, sitting down.

He was in a gloomy mood, certainly for the news, and even though you knew you would have let down the whole club, you couldn't help but think of the comment you had heard moments ago.

"Twenty that he finally kicks her out."

You loved working and simply being with the crows and the possibility of being kicked out was positively frightening.

But you couldn't simply stop. Everyone would have noticed something was off, he would have noticed. And then what? He would have known you liked him.

You had to do something big, something he couldn't simply ignore. You might have been out of the dregs for good, or maybe not.

Jesper kicked your shin under the table, making you focus back on the real word and motioning at all the dregs in the club, looking expectantly at you.

Kaz and Inej were now talking about something you weren't quite getting, their voices seemed distant as you tried to forget about everyone's eyes on you. You had made it a thousand times already, you could do it once more.

"So, what are we going to do now?" asked Jesper and Kaz leaned back in his chair.

"I have some other leads we can try, but we'll have to split up." he started, the prospect of new kruge in his pockets making him incredibly more cheerful, "Jesper, Inej heard something about a particularly pricey painting in east stave, she'll bring you there and you'll learn more about it. And Y/n," he began and you perked up.

It was your moment to say something and get it over with.

"We'll go to west stave, i need your help with a lead there."

"Oh, you need me?" you said, your tone excessively teasing.

"That's what i said, but i can ask Inej." he replied drily.

You hesitated but you were not one to back down, especially not in front of one of Kaz's passive aggressive comments.

"But then you wouldn't get to stare at me longingly while i work, would you?" you said, pouting slightly.

You could have expected a retort, a glare, a not-so-nice hand gesture, but not him storming out of the club.

The entirety of the dregs was dumbfounded, Jesper and Inej, who never participated in the bets but still knew about them, were agape. You were mortified.

"Maybe," began Inej, "You should go talk to him."

"And meet my demise?" you asked.

"There must be a reason why he stormed out-"

"Yes, that he would have liked to kill me but blood stains are tough to remove." Jesper laughed but you were quite serious.

You got up either way, you had to explain yourself to him, you owed him at least that, and got out.

You found him not so far from the club's entrance, leaning on the railing over the river. You approached him unsurely.

"Kaz." he didn't turn around, so you got closer to the railing and noticed that his face, even in the night with the palest light of the street lamps, was scarlet. "I'm- i'm sorry, i will stop."

He remained silent.

"That is if you still want me in the crows, if not i'll leave tonight obviously." he turned to you, usually-perfect hair now slightly tousled, face still red and unreadable.

"Why wouldn't i?" he asked.

"I'm always teasing you and i figured you hated that. I will stop."

"What if i don't want you to?" your head perked up and he turned back towards the horizon, but a smirk crept up on his face. He didn't bother hiding it.

"So you can smile?" he rolled his eyes.

"I don't like it when people point out things i obviously do, you should have noticed back there."

Heat rushed to your face and the smile he had plastered onto his face turned into a complacent one.

"It was real? You stare at me longingly?" you asked bewildered.

He looked at you once before turning to the horizon once more, "Obviously not."

But you could sense he was lying.

"Told you he could smile, Y/n!" shouted Jesper from behind you.

You both turned around to find Jesper and Inej surrounded by the dregs and a couple of other clients too, all jostling to get a better look of the scene.

"It'll be hard for him not to, i'm afraid." joined in Inej and you bit your lip to refrain the laughter. Kaz's annoyed expression didn't help you maintaining a straight face.

"I'm not paying you to stand here doing nothing, get back inside." he ordered.

Everyone turned back inside but Jesper and Inej.

"Boss, if Y/n now gets double, just know i'm great at flirting too." stated Jesper as Kaz made his way back to the club, you in tow.

He ignored him and whacked him with his cane. Again. Jesper had now yet another lovely cane story to add to his collection.

"You'll never let him forget it, won't you?" you whispered. Jesper looked at you like a child who had just entered candy land.

"Never."

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domjaehyun · 3 years

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crybaby → l.mk, l.dh, n.jm

PAIRING: hyuck x mark x jaemin x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 11k

GENRE: smuuut, it’s smut, seriously stop reading this line it’s smut that’s all there is to it, jk a bit of fluff surprise!

CONTENTS: dacryphilia, sadistic doms, choking, manhandling, brat taming, light daddy kink, overstimulation, oral (receiving & giving), foursome, degradation, some praise kink, reader’s kind of a lil hoe but it’s okay because we love her anyway, hyuck favoritism (because...come on...it’s hyuck), uh...the 00 line has been aged up one year (or Mark’s been aged down) so they’re all the same class year!

SUMMARY: When Donghyuck, Jaemin, and Mark find out they aren’t the only ones you’ve been talking to, they decide to take matters into their own hands.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: JK Rowling is a pathetic excuse for a human being, so we’re gonna pretend she didn’t write this series. It’s also totally fine if you don’t know Harry Potter stuff; I do my best to explain everything for you!! If you still have questions, you can always Google them or send a message to my inbox! This is also...kind of...a (late) birthday present for Raya @gohyuck 🥰 I hope you like it, Raya! Happy birthday; I hope your day was filled with love and light and happiness like you deserve! I love you! Also, everyone: please leave feedback if you liked it! It really means a lot to me when I check reblogs and see things in the tags or I get messages about my works!

“Psst.”

You roll your eyes and focus on stirring the liquid in your cauldron. Your potion is supposed to be a lovely scarlet shade, but right now it’s a murky grey. You sigh and pour in the suggested amount of dittany, a pleased smile forming on your face when the potion bubbles and fizzes and turns the appropriate shade of red.

“Psst!”

“Hm. Well done.” Professor Snape says with an air of reluctance in his tone as he walks by your desk and peers into your cauldron. A proud smile takes over your face, and you keep stirring your cauldron, humming softly to yourself. The sun filters through the foggy windows–you can’t recall the last time you or anyone else saw Filch cleaning them, honestly–and brightens up the dreary classroom, made all the drearier by Professor Snape and his no-nonsense, downright hostile ambiance.

“Pretty girl, are you sure you want me to raise my voice and have everyone hear what I’m about to say to you?”

Sucking your teeth, you shoot the offending intruder a glare.

“Donghyuck, shut up.”

“I just need something from you!”

“What do you need?” You whisper, annoyed, and he doesn’t reply. You turn to look at him, and he’s holding out an empty vial with a smug grin on his face.

“What supplies could you possibly need that you don’t have at your desk, Donghyuck?” Your voice is laced with disdain as you rake your eyes over his frame. Standing tall and proud, the golden-skinned male smirks at you, poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek as he wiggles the vial in his hand expectantly.

“I need a lock of your hair.” He explains, and you shoot him a mortified glance.

“Why?” You whisper back, and his grin widens. “What potion could you possibly be making that needs my hair?”

“Making Polyjuice Potion.” He answers simply, shaking the vial again.

“What?!” You hiss incredulously, and he gestures to his cauldron as if to say, “Don’t believe me?” You look up and around suspiciously to see Snape attending to a struggling fifth-year girl from Slytherin as she slaves over her cauldron, and let your gaze drift back to Donghyuck, whose eyes are twinkling playfully. You sigh heavily and move closer, peering in his cauldron. Sure enough, a mixture looking dangerously like wet cement rolls and bubbles in his cauldron, and you gasp in surprise, looking at him. “How did you get all those supplies?”

“Swiped ‘em from Snape’s closet.” He replies proudly, reaching a hand up to twirl a lock of your hair around his finger. You eye him suspiciously, half-expecting him to yank and literally rip the hair out of your head to achieve his goal, but he eventually releases the strand of hair, his hand returning to his wooden spoon as he stirs the thick liquid created to transform the drinker into the person whose hair, nails, or other DNA remnant has been dropped into the mixture. “Are you gonna give me your hair or not?”

“Not.” You reply with a teasing smile, playing with a lock of your own hair. “Why do you want to become me, anyway? I don’t even want to be me some days.”

“You really wanna know?” His voice is lower than it was before, an alluring lilt to his voice that has a small tremor running through your body.

“Yeah, duh.” You reply, clearing your throat in an attempt to clear the thickness of desire that managed to build up alarmingly quickly. You and Donghyuck have always had this sort of flirtatious relationship that built slowly from your fifth year when he was in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class; Donghyuck liked watching the concentration in your face when you cast your spells, and you had to admit that the fire in his eyes when he performs spells was–well, if you’re being honest...is–more than a little enticing.

Now, you two are in your final year of Hogwarts, and the tension has built up to an all-time high ever since he convinced you to kiss him in the hallway during the Yule Ball in your fourth year. You remember the day so very clearly; the cologne he was practically drowned in, the way his clammy hands left damp imprints on your dress, and the way he looked at you; it was like you had hung every star in the endless black of the night sky; like you were his Patronus memory; his happiest, most vibrant recollection from his past that issues forth a spectral form to protect from Dementors.

Time has passed since then, and Lee Donghyuck has more than grown into himself. Stunningly handsome with beautiful bronze skin and a wickedly dazzling smile, the seventh-year male has managed to charm his way up the social ladder, smooth-talking girls into practically dropping their robes for him with a flick of his eyebrows.

Yet, this whole time, his sights have been set on you. You, the sassy little Ravenclaw born to a witch mother and Muggle father; you, the girl who, when sorted into Ravenclaw, cried because you didn’t want to be labeled as a nerd. You, the silver-tongued Ravenclaw who rose to the top of your class and stayed there as early as your second year. You, the girl with the quick wand and the even quicker mouth, who casted a Bat Bogey Hex on the unsuspecting Hufflepuff from your year, Lee Jeno, when he tried to enter the Ravenclaw dorms in the middle of the night without permission in your fourth year. Donghyuck has been pursuing you for the past three years, all to virtually no avail. You give him the time of day, entertain his flirting, but never let him get any farther than that, always making an excuse to slip away with a wry smile.

So imagine his surprise and excitement when you two got placed in the same Potions class in your final year at Hogwarts. He was over the moon, excitedly talking Renjun’s ear off about how this was his chance, his opportunity to get to know you better.

“Donghyuck?” Your voice cuts through his reverie, and he startles slightly, his gaze refocusing on you. “Thought I lost you for a minute there.” You chuckle, and his dazed, slightly lost expression is replaced slowly with his familiar smirk.

“Aww…did you miss me?” He coos, his voice sickeningly sweet, and you look around innocently before blinking at him with a blank expression.

“Nope,” You chirp, popping the p, and he clutches his chest tightly just over his heart, as if he’s been wounded. “I just want to know why you’re even entertaining the idea of turning into me.”

“You want me to be honest?” His voice is lower, a teasing lilt to it, and you raise your brows suspiciously.

“Obviously.”

“Then honestly, I want a chance to see you naked.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and you gasp, smacking his arm with your ladle. He snickers mischievously, and you glare at him, quickly maintaining a neutral expression when Professor Snape looks your way. You offer a small smile, but the notoriously grim professor just blinks impassively before sliding his gaze elsewhere.

“You’re such a–”

“Handsome, charming individual who you definitely want to hop in bed with?”

“Weirdo. You’re a weirdo.” You hiss, and he smirks.

“That may be,” He muses, leaning closer to you to murmur in your ear. “I think you like it, though.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You’re smiling.” He points out, fingers tapping the corner of your mouth, and you realize with an inward curse that you are smiling, a bashful little quirk of the lips alerting Donghyuck to your true feelings.

“Start to clean up your cauldrons, because class is about to be dismissed.” Professor Snape drawls, and you lean away from the frustratingly charming Slytherin next to you to start pouring your potion down the steel basin. You keep a small vial of your potion, a devious plan forming in your head.

“Need that lock of your hair, pretty girl,” Donghyuck reminds you, and you raise an eyebrow.

“Too bad,” You sing-song, and he huffs, pouting at you petulantly. “Also,” You hum, turning fully to face him and resting your hip against the table, “if you want to see me naked…”

He leans closer, intrigued, and you mirror his movements, bringing your lips to his ear.

“All you have to do is ask.” You whisper, and his eyes blow wide, a derisive snort leaving your lips.

“Oh, yeah?” He murmurs, his tone far more seductive than you’d expected. “Can I–”

“Gotta go!” You chirp, picking up your bag and breezing past him. His awkward spluttering and floundering in your wake is just enough distraction for you to slip a couple of drops of Babbling Potion into his water bottle. The red clouds briefly, but fades into clear, and you smirk as you wait outside of the classroom, easily blending in with the throngs of students migrating to their next classes. Just as Donghyuck walks out with Renjun, who’d been regrettably separated from him during class by Professor Snape, he takes a swig from his bottle mid-sentence and shudders slightly before continuing to talk.

“So I was saying–buh, b-buh ba, ba boo, buh. W-wuh? Buh buh-bah?” Donghyuck’s face of confusion and Renjun’s cackle of amusement are completely and totally priceless, and, satisfied with the temporary mayhem you’ve caused, you sneak away in an approaching crowd of fourth-years with a bounce in your step.

“Now, I want you to firmly grasp right at the base of the stem and quickly pull your Mandrake out. Try your best to soothe it before you re-pot it, as it will prosper when its temperament is good.” Professor Sprout instructs loudly, and you all heed her orders, your hand wrapping around the stem of the plant and getting ready to tug it free from the soil. On her call, you pull your heavy root baby from the soil of its previous pot, and the room is filled with wails and cries as the earthy toned babies cry in distress. You cradle it in your arms, shushing it gently and stroking it carefully, the Mandrake’s cries dying down quickly. You continue to rock it almost fondly, and sneak a glance over to the ever-flirtatious Hufflepuff in your year, Na Jaemin.

He is, to put it lightly, struggling. His silver hair looks a bit all over the place as he tries to calm his extremely grumpy Mandrake down so he can re-pot it. The earth baby wails and flails and cries and even snaps at his finger when he attempts to touch its face. You barely hide your giggle, and he shoots a playful glare over at you, his expression slightly anguished.

“Angel,” He purrs, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Wanna help me out?”

“Not really.” You reply simply, and his face falls as he looks at you helplessly.

“Please? Mine might wake yours up if it keeps crying.” He points out, and you sigh in defeat, knowing he has a point.

“Fine. Pass the Mandrake.” You say, and he stops cradling it like a baby, holding it instead by the base of the stem. The baby’s wails increase, and you glare at him.

“You dolt, you’re supposed to hold it like a baby! Would you hold a baby by its hair?” You hiss incredulously, swooping forward to scoop up the extremely fussy baby in your arms. You make room in your other arm for the previously rooted infant and start to rock it from side to side, shushing it gently. Its mood change is immediate, the baby promptly calming down and even cooing affectionately at your fingers as you dangle them over its head.

“Cute little baby,” You hum sweetly to the small soil-covered infant, and you could swear it smiles at you. “See?” You turn to look at Jaemin to prove your point, only to find that he’s staring at you adoringly. “What’s that look for?”

“You’re so good at taking care of them,” He sighs dreamily, and you snort in amusement. “Wonder how you’d take care of me…”

“...Do you want to be cradled like a baby and cooed at affectionately?” You reply with a small, amused smirk, and he narrows his eyes at you.

“No...but I was thinking you could take care of me in other ways.” He smiles dazzlingly at you, and you roll your eyes before gently handing him his now sleeping Mandrake. He takes it in his arms and re-pots it carefully, covering it in soil and tapping the dirt down snugly. You follow suit when you’ve had enough of cuddling the surprisingly endearing Mandrake and dust your hands off, heading to the sink to wash your hands off. Jaemin follows after you and sidles up next to you in front of the sink, your hips and inner arms brushing against each other. As you two wash your hands, you peer up at him curiously.

“Why are you pretty much on top of me?”

Smiling wickedly with an upwards flick of his eyebrows, Jaemin answers, “Trust me, angel; if I were really on top of you...you’d know.”

“Oh, get away from me,” You laugh, spraying his face with water. He gasps and sprays you right back, making you gasp and glare at him.

“What’s wrong? Are you all wet now?” He asks, the glint in his eyes hinting to his double entendre.

“You’re insufferable.” You scoff, and he just chuckles, rinsing his hands free of the lathered-up soap and drying them on a paper towel. He hands you one, and you take it gratefully, patting your face dry before tending to your hands. “Go kiss Professor Sprout’s ass so she won’t dock Hufflepuff points because you were being a disturbance in class.”

“I’d much rather kiss your ass,” He murmurs in your ear, darting away with a cackle as you turn to swat at him. Jaemin has been pestering you ever since your sixth year, flirting shamelessly in every class you two happened to share. From lingering touches, intense staring competitions with you and your lips, and flirtatious remarks slipping from his lips with ease, you can’t honestly say that you’re opposed to the attention; sometimes, if you’re being very honest, you’ll return the flirtatious banter, never failing to make his eyes light up with glee. As you look around the room, you catch Jaemin’s eye once more, the platinum-haired male chatting with Professor Sprout. His gaze lingers for a moment, drops down to take in your figure, then drags back up to shoot you a surreptitious wink that happens so quickly you think you may have imagined it.

His following smirk tells you that you didn’t, and you sigh in faux annoyance, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you go to check on your Mandrake.

“Today, class, we will be practicing the Patronus spell,” Professor McGonagall announces to the room full of sixth and seventh year students, and a wave of excited, hushed whispers fills the room. “Silence.” She orders calmly, and her authority is so elegant yet powerful that the class obeys, immediately quieting themselves down. “I want you to pair up with someone and take turns attempting to conjure a Patronus. It may come as a silver wisp at first, and that’s quite alright; it is a difficult spell, and you may struggle to find a happy enough memory to trigger it. Just keep trying, and your efforts will be rewarded.” At the end of her announcement, the class starts to buzz with excitement as everyone stands up and gravitates towards their preferred partner.

You stand up as well, making your way to the front of the class, and tap your target on the shoulder. Mark Lee–Head Boy, Gryffindor legend at this point–stares up at you curiously before his face breaks out into a wide smile.

“Partners?” You ask, and he nods eagerly, standing up and following you to an unoccupied spot in the room. You pull out your wand and twirl it between your fingers as you think of your happiest memory. After thinking for about ten minutes, you’re startled out of your deep thinking by Mark waving his wand excitedly.

“I got it!” He chirps, and he waves his wand purposefully, saying the incantation, “Expecto Patronum!” A strong burst of silver issues forth from his wand, but doesn’t take any sort of shape, instead just remains floating around him in a protective mist. His disappointment is adorable, his face falling and a small pout forming on his very cute lips. “Why didn’t it work?” He whines, and you snicker at how very cute he is.

“What was your memory?” You ask curiously, and he shifts from foot to foot awkwardly.

“When I got appointed Head Boy,” He mumbles, and you raise an eyebrow.

“If that’s your happiest memory, that’s kinda sad, don’t you think? Dig a little deeper, Lee.” You chuckle, and he rubs the back of his neck as he smiles bashfully.

“You’re right. Okay, you give it a try, then!” He suggests, and you shake your head.

“Mm-mm! Haven’t found my memory yet.” You dodge the invitation, and he rolls his eyes jokingly before he enters deep thought again.

“Okay, I think I got it,” Mark says after another moment of silence, brandishing his wand again. You step back and he recites the spell once more, a strong gust of silver wisps issuing forth from his wand and swirling around until it takes the shape of–

“A lion. Dope,” You gasp in awe, suddenly inspired. You wave your wand and recite the incantation, beaming when a silver tiger bursts forth from the tip of your wand and lands in a crouching position, its tail swishing from side to side playfully. You stare at it, enraptured, as it eyes Mark’s Patronus, its bottom wiggling before it pounces at the unsuspecting lion, who topples under the sheer force. You and Mark watch in amazement as the two fierce felines tumble around and wrestle like playful kittens, and barely notice when Professor McGonagall comes up behind you two.

“Spectacular job, both of you,” She says proudly, smiling in approval. Her praise means the absolute world to you, your eyes lighting up as you look at Mark excitedly. You both thank her eagerly, and she nods before walking away to check on other students.

“So,” Mark breaks the comfortable silence with a gentle, playful nudge to your side, and you turn your head to look at him curiously. “What was your memory?”

“Mm...what was yours?” You dodge the question, and he gets a playful, secretive glint in his eyes.

“That’s top secret.” He murmurs to you, and you snort in amusement. “Tell me yours and maybe I’ll tell you mine.”

“Mm...no, mine is even more top secret.” You hum, shrugging nonchalantly, and he rolls his eyes.

“Fine.”

“Fine.” You chirp.

“Good!”

“Good,” You muse, inspecting your nails, and he narrows his eyes.

“Fine.”

“Are you done, Lee?” You chuckle, and he huffs in response, his gaze turning back to your Patronuses which are still playing with each other.

“Call me crazy, but I think Lee Donghyuck is looking at you…” Doyeon whispers in your ear. It’s almost hard to hear her, what with the wind whipping around your frames as you sit in the stands on the Quidditch field. The vast majority of the student body is packed into the stands as they watch Slytherin and Gryffindor compete, and as you squint up into the bright sky at the players zooming around, you lock eyes with Donghyuck who is, in fact, staring directly at you with a frustratingly attractive smirk on his face.

You blink impassively at him before looking away with a small smile you failed to hide, and you can practically hear his chuckle of amusement.

“He is! He is staring at you!” Doyeon’s voice screeches in your ear, and you wince, jolting away and clapping a hand over your ear protectively. “Wait a minute...why is he staring at you?”

“He’s in my Potions class,” You answer smoothly. “He probably just recognized me in the crowd.”

“No...no, that can’t be it. Recognizing you in the crowd is entirely different from staring at you until you meet his eyes and look away with a smile that you thought I didn’t notice.” She replies sharply, and you raise your eyebrows.

Damn, she’s more observant than you thought.

“Okay, so maybe he’s the guy I kissed at the Yule Ball…” You trail off, and Doyeon jumps up and down excitedly, whacking your arm violently and repeatedly. “Fucking ouch, Doyeon!”

“Sorry! I just—oh, my God, he’s flying this way.” She squeals excitedly, and you drag your eyes up skyward to lock once more on Donghyuck’s playful gaze.

“Can I help you?” You mouth, fully aware of all the eyes on you; it’s not hard to track where his gaze is pointed towards, and you’re starting to feel very small in your skin.

“Just enjoying the view,” He calls out, and your eyes widen before you burst into slightly nervous laughter, mildly embarrassed by your impromptu audience. “You gonna cheer me on?”

“I don’t know,” You reply slowly, and he rolls his eyes. “What? I have friends on the other team, too!”

“So we’re friends now?” His eyes light up with mirth, and you narrow your own eyes at him. “I didn’t expect a promotion so suddenly.”

“Will you shut up and pay attention to the game? I can’t cheer for a losing team, you know.” You huff, and he grins, poking his tongue inside his cheek.

“You got it,” He chuckles, steering his broomstick back to the main area of the playing field. After the announcers are done explaining the rules that you’ve heard for the umpteenth time, the players start to move around the open space, the ever so violent Bludgers and the Quaffle flying through the air. You try your best to watch all the members you care about; there’s fifth year Park Jisung who you’ve somewhat adopted as your younger sibling or son, who flits around the field quickly as he fulfills his role as a Chaser for Gryffindor, waiting to catch the Quaffle and throw it through one of the hoops. There’s Mark Lee, the charming and handsome Gryffindor from your year and your usual partner in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class who’s calling out orders as team captain as he flies around, catching the Quaffle and sending it hurtling through Slytherin’s center hoop.

And then there’s Lee Donghyuck, the Seeker from Slytherin who has been living in your mind rent-fucking-free lately. No matter how hard you try to ignore him, your gaze keeps sliding back over to how gracefully his form glides across the field on his broomstick, his dark eyes canvassing the sky for the evasive golden Snitch. You watch his eyes narrow at something in the distance and feel excitement tingling at the base of your neck. He looks so determined, so intense—like nothing can get in his way of what he wants, and you can’t shake the niggling feeling that you want him to be looking at you like that.

It takes you a second too long to register that his gaze has flicked over to yours briefly, the male shooting you a sly wink once your eyes refocus on him before he flies off quickly. You watch him with stars in your eyes, and unbeknownst to you, Jaemin watches you from across the stands, more than a bit disgruntled by your blatant adoration of Donghyuck.

There’s screaming, a rush of wind, a flash of dark green and scarlet, and the two Seekers emerge, fruitless and empty-handed. There are groans of disappointment from everyone around you, but your sharp eyes are trained on something glinting nearby.

“DONGHYUCK!” You whisper-shriek, and, among your fellow audience members, he turns to face you immediately, eyes panicked until he sees what you’re seeing. He whizzes by you, the resulting wind blowing your hair back, and snatches up the golden Snitch, less than five feet away from you. The sea of dark green consisting of Slytherin students erupts into cheers, and you find yourself standing to cheer with them, most of the audience on your side joining you.

As the announcers announce that Lee Donghyuck has caught the golden Snitch and therefore ended the game with a victory for Slytherin, he beams at the crowds of people before locking eyes with you and licking his lips slowly. Your face heats up embarrassingly quickly, and you look down, fiddling with your robes.

“Okay, something is definitely up between you two,” Doyeon mutters, intrigued, and you scoff, unconvincing in your feigned nonchalance. You look up finally, avoiding Donghyuck’s gaze, and notice Jaemin staring particularly hard at you from across the stands. You beam at him and wave excitedly, and his brows raise in surprise, the male pointing to himself in confusion. You nod, waving harder, and his face lights up before he’s returning your gesture.

Unseen by either of you, Donghyuck zeroes in on your wordless exchange and furrows his brows in mild annoyance, before shaking it off and flying down to the ground so he can change out of his Quidditch gear.

Sookyung nudges you surreptitiously and you look up from your mouthful of scrambled eggs with a puzzled look on your face. “Mark is staring at you.”

“Wha?” You mumble around your food, and she scowls disapprovingly. “Sorry,” You mutter shamefully, chewing and swallowing your food before looking back at her. “What did you say?”

“Mark? Mark Lee, Gryffindor, Head Boy? He’s staring at you.” Sookyung repeats, and your eyes widen slightly as you lift your head to look around. Sure enough, past Hufflepuff’s table, you spot Mark Lee sitting with his fellow Gryffindor, staring intently at you. When you two make eye contact, his eyes widen and he chokes on his food, sending him into a spluttering, coughing fit. Your eyes go even wider as he struggles with the food lodged in his windpipe, and his friends frantically thump him on the back. You can’t help but stifle a giggle as you wait for him to recollect himself.

When he’s recovered, he looks up at you bashfully, cheeks blazing red, and you smile sweetly, wiggling your fingers at him in greeting. You can practically hear the squeak he emits from across the room, his eyes widening in shock before he ducks his head down. You chuckle and return to your food, completely unaware of Jaemin’s watchful eyes on you once again.

“What are you staring at?” Jeno asks Jaemin, curiously moving his head to get a better glimpse of where Jaemin’s gaze is directed.

“Not what. Who.” Jaemin mumbles, fitfully pushing around the sausage links on his plate.

“My bad, my bad. Who are you staring at?” Jeno asks, but Jaemin doesn’t give him a response, too lost in his thoughts about what all these glances and interactions could mean.

“Donghyuck, will you pay attention?” A gangly boy, most likely a seventh-year, hisses to Donghyuck as he stares off into space with bright eyes and a dreamy expression.

“Sorry,” Donghyuck mumbles in a daze, snapping out of his reverie about you and your smile and your laugh and your–

“What were you thinking about anyway?” His friend asks, and, heaving a heavy, wistful sigh, Donghyuck almost slips back into his thoughts, sighing your name as an answer with a warmth to it that could flutter anyone’s insides.

At the sound of your name, Jaemin’s head perks up from the table over, and he decides that enough is enough and that he’s going to get to the bottom of this mess concerning you, him, Mark Lee, and Lee Donghyuck. Stuffing his quill in his book like a bookmark, he closes it and strides over to Donghyuck’s table, tapping him on the shoulder.

Donghyuck turns slowly and raises an expectant eyebrow. “Yes?”

“I heard you mention a girl’s name.” At Donghyuck’s unblinking stare, Jaemin clears his throat and continues on. “Who are you to her to be sitting here sighing and swooning over the thought of her?”

“Who are you to her to ask me that?” Donghyuck counters smoothly, both eyebrows arched now. “Because if you’re her boyfriend...well, then I have some bad news for you.”

“I’m not her boyfriend,” Jaemin is quick to correct him, and Donghyuck’s expression morphs into a startlingly impassive one. “We’ve been...talking.”

“You’ve been talking?” Donghyuck asks incredulously, and Jaemin nods, suddenly feeling defensive. “We’ve been talking.”

“Well, if you’ve been talking…” Jaemin starts, brows furrowed, “and we’ve been talking…”

“She’s talking to both of us, then.” Donghyuck finishes his sentence for him, and both males have a peeved expression on their faces.

“I can’t believe this!” Jaemin grunts in frustration, and it seems like Mark Lee materializes out of nowhere beside him.

“Can you keep it down? You’re getting noisy, and people are trying to study,” Mark whispers loudly, and Jaemin almost jabs an accusing finger into Mark’s chest before remembering that he doesn’t know Mark all that well.

“And you!” Jaemin settles for pointing at Mark dramatically, the older male just staring at him in confusion. “You’re talking to her, too! I saw the looks you two were giving each other in the Great Hall the other day.”

“Wha—who are you talking about?” Mark splutters in confusion, and when Jaemin and Donghyuck say your name in unison, Mark’s eyes go wide. “...I mean, I wouldn’t say we’re talking, but there’s definitely something going on there.”

“God, so she’s been flirting with all three of us.” Donghyuck scoffs incredulously, and Jaemin and Mark nod slowly. A devilish smile takes over Donghyuck’s face, and both Mark and Jaemin look at him, alarmed, then at each other in confusion, then back at him curiously. “I have an idea.”

You probably should have suspected something when Donghyuck smiles a bit too sweetly at you as you two walk into your Potions class.

You definitely should have suspected something when he hesitates to see where you’re sitting before taking the seat right next to you.

You absolutely, 100%, should have suspected something when he scoots even closer so your thighs are brushing against each other.

But you didn’t catch on to any of the glaringly obvious signs, and now Donghyuck’s hand is sneaking up your leg as Professor Snape drones on about Amortentia, the most powerful love potion there is.

“What the hell are you doing?” You whisper frantically, glaring at Donghyuck out of the side of your eye.

“Touching you,” He breathes in response, his fingers splaying out over your thigh—you curse yourself inwardly for not wearing trousers today and instead opting for a pleated skirt—and squeezing the flesh indulgently. “Duh.”

“I know that, Donghyuck—”

“Then why are you asking stupid questions?” He counters quickly, and you shoot him a venomous look. “Just relax and enjoy it.” He purrs in your ear just as his fingers bunch up your skirt and slip under it.

“This is—oh, my God,” You shudder as his cool fingers make contact with the seat of your underwear, the pads of his index and middle finger trailing up and down your clothed core slowly. “What if someone sees?”

“We’re in the back of the classroom, and you’re covered by a whole table which, last time I checked, wasn’t see-through. We’ll be fine.” He assures you, now rubbing quick circles around your clit. He makes an embarrassingly quick job of getting you wet, your abdomen clenching as he stimulates your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“This is such a bad idea.”

“You won’t be saying that in a couple of seconds,” He hums teasingly, pushing your underwear to the side with ease.

“What’s gonna happen in a couple of seconds?” You ask, simultaneously nervous and tense, yet also excited and more than a bit curious. He doesn’t answer you, just pokes his tongue into his cheek as he grins and shoots you a wink before pushing two fingers into you slowly. You grip your textbook and suck in a sharp breath that, thankfully, no one seems to notice, and Donghyuck chuckles as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you slowly.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” He breathes in your ear, nipping at the lobe lightly, and you whimper into your fist, nodding vigorously.

“So good,” You whisper, and he chuckles, speeding up and curling his fingers as best as he can, given the slightly awkward positioning of his hand between your legs.

Your face is on fire at this point, cheeks blazing with heat as you whimper and huff into your palm, your teeth sinking down into the flesh in an attempt to ground yourself. Donghyuck’s hand busies itself in your underwear purposefully as his lips dance over your neck, pressing soft, teasing kisses to your jaw before dragging his teeth down your neck lightly. At your broken moan, he sinks his teeth in deeper, biting down on your collarbone before his tongue darts out to soothe the dull ache of the bite mark.

Professor Snape is still talking, going on about how Amortentia smells like what you find most attractive, and you can’t find it in you to care about a word he’s saying; not when Donghyuck’s slender, sinful fingers are bringing you so painfully close to your climax.

“You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” He purrs sweetly, and you nod, the sensations so damn good that tears almost spring to your eyes. “Good. Come on my fingers in class like the naughty little thing you are.” Your expression is nothing short of bliss and ecstasy as you tumble over the edge, shuddering into your hand as his fingers drive into your core rapidly and unrelentingly. You clench around his fingers, Donghyuck hissing at the feeling, and your head tips back involuntarily, the pleasure sending warmth flooding from your head down to your toes. When he’s sure he’s milked your orgasm for all it’s worth, he retracts his fingers, making sure to meet your gaze before taking his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“Oh, fuck.” You whisper, and his jaw clenches before it relaxes and he turns his attention to the front of the class. The rest of class passes without a hitch, Donghyuck drawing small patterns into your leg with his fingers absentmindedly, and before you know it, class is over, your fellow students quickly jumping up and filtering out of the room to their, hopefully, far more interesting classes. Donghyuck leaves before you do, grazing his fingers across your leg in a lingering, searing touch combined with an intense, smug smolder that has your heart pounding.

As you stand up, a piece of ripped paper flutters to the floor, and you stoop to pick it up, recognizing Donghyuck’s handwriting.

Meet me in the Room of Requirement tonight at 10:00pm. - DH

You roll your eyes and crumple the paper in your fist, stuffing it into your skirt pocket—yes, it has pockets—and heading out of the classroom to your next class.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay going out in the castle at night?” Doyeon asks worriedly as you double check your hair and brush imaginary dust off the cute skirt you borrowed from Doyeon—being friends with Muggle-born witches has its perks, truly.

“I’ll be fine! What’s Donghyuck gonna do—eat me?” You snicker, and Sookyung snorts from her spot on the chaise in the Ravenclaw dormitory.

“If you’re lucky,” She sing-songs, just barely dodging when you chuck a hair clip at her. “What, like I’m wrong?” She retorts, cackling with laughter before she yelps in shock as the pillow you threw makes contact with her face.

“Listen. I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. If I’m not back in the morning...start a search.” You say seriously, and Doyeon looks absolutely horrified.

“What?!” She shrieks, and you chuckle.

“Kidding!”

“You’re evil,” Doyeon mutters, and you smile sweetly at her before bidding them goodbye and slipping out of the dormitory.

“Sneaking out after hours?” The painting at the entrance says with a sly grin, and you jump in shock, clutching your chest in fright.

“Yes, and please don’t make a fuss about it.” You whisper pleadingly, and she pauses to think, her hand on her chin.

“Okay. Have fun, little witch.” She teases in a sing-song voice that reminds you far too much of Sookyung’s line she just uttered. You shudder at the uncanny resemblance and make your way up the staircase to the seventh floor, taking the path you remember to the Room of Requirement. When you reach it, you take a deep breath and pace back and forth in front of it three times, thinking about the same thing the whole time.

I need to meet with Lee Donghyuck.

On your third pass by the door, there’s a soft creaking sound, and a wooden, mahogany door has appeared in the previously empty wall. You take a couple of calming breaths to quell your nerves before opening the door and stepping inside, shutting it behind you.

The room is spacious and completely empty, the walls made with white brick that matches the two white pillars standing near the center of the room. The floor is carpeted with a dark grey fabric, moonlight streams in from the windows to your left, and for a moment, you think you’re alone.

“Donghyuck?” You ask, your voice smaller than you’d like it to be.

“Over here,” His voice calls, and he appears from behind one of the two pillars, inspecting his hand casually. You could almost swear you saw a shadow move long after Donghyuck had vacated his spot behind the pillar, but you chalk it up to your nerves and overactive imagination.

“You had me worried I’d entered the wrong room or something,” You chuckle nervously, and he pouts at you, shaking his head.

“No, no, no, don’t worry about that. You’re exactly where you need to be.” He circles you, pausing behind you, his fingers trailing down your arms as he exhales softly on your neck, marveling at the goosebumps that appear in the wake of his warm breath. “Hope you don’t mind—I brought some friends.”

“F-Friends?” You splutter in confusion, your whole body going still when Mark and Jaemin emerge from two separate columns, both males making their way over to you.

“Hi,” All three males chorus in unison.

“Oh, shit.” You mutter to yourself.

“I’m sure you remember them, right?” You turn to look at Donghyuck, and his expression is downright evil, mischief glinting in his eyes as a smirk curls his lips. “We had a good little talk the other day.” He remarks offhandedly, and your blood runs cold.

“A...About what?” You ask nervously, and he raises an eyebrow as if the answer were obvious–and, honestly, you suppose it is, the answer you’re dreading on the tip of his tongue.

“You.” The answer is instantaneous and, even worse, comes from all three of the males standing in front of you.

“Well, fuck.” You mumble, and Jaemin snickers, stepping closer to you and trailing an hand down your arm.

“See, we figured out that you’ve been talking to all three of us.” He hums, his fingers trailing back up your arm to twirl a lock of your hair around his finger. “Which must mean–”

“You want all three of us,” Mark finishes, stepping closer to you and pinning you in place with his intense gaze. “So we figured–”

“Why not have you take all three of us at once?” Donghyuck finishes for Mark, his hand reaching out to grasp your hip, fingers curling around it as he tugs you closer. “Unless you can’t handle it,” He remarks offhandedly, and you frown.

“I can handle it.” You counter, and his eyebrows lift up in intrigue.

“Oh, yeah?” He breathes, tugging you closer. Jaemin’s hand falls from your hair as Donghyuck pulls you into a searing kiss, his other hand dropping to grab your hip and yank you closer until you’re flush against his body. You can feel every inch of him, every ridge, and you’re alerted to his length pressing insistently against your thigh. A small moan slips from your lips that seems to propel him forward, his hands sliding down to cup your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh.

His kiss is hot and heavy, the male pushing you back and into Jaemin’s arms as he presses his body up against yours. Jaemin serves as a wall for a moment until his hands move to replace where Donghyuck’s hands were on your hips, his head dipping down so he can kiss your neck. Another sound of pleasure leaves you as the two males touch you, Donghyuck’s teeth nipping at your lower lip and tugging before he moves lower and kisses down the other side of your neck, both sides now being covered with slow, open-mouthed kisses.

Your head tips back in ecstasy and you manage to open your eyes to see Mark watching with a fire in his eyes, one hand shamelessly palming himself. When your eyes connect, Jaemin rakes his teeth over your collarbone, eliciting a soft gasp from you that seems to cause something in Mark to snap as he steps closer and turns your head to face him, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Donghyuck kisses down your front, sinking to his knees and flipping your skirt up, and hooks his fingers into your underwear before tugging them down your legs slowly.

“Step out,” He murmurs, and you oblige, holding onto his shoulders so you don’t fall. He and Mark switch places, Mark breaking the kiss to drop down in front of you and pull you closer. He lifts your skirt up over his head and starts peppering kisses along your thighs, sucking and licking as he nears your core. Finally reaching the apex of your thighs, he licks a hot, wet stripe up your slit, parting your folds with two fingers to trace little circles around your clit. A sharp gasp leaves you and your head tips back as your knees buckle.

“C’mere,” Mark murmurs, lying down on the floor on his back and blinking up at you expectantly. “Sit.” He orders firmly, pointing at his chin, and your brows practically fly up into your hairline in surprise.

“You heard him.” Donghyuck coos in your ear, placing his hands on your shoulders and pushing you down onto your knees. You land abruptly, shuffling up Mark’s body until you’re hovering over Mark’s mouth. He loops his arms around your thighs and pulls you down lower so he can lap at your folds. You cry out and he just amps up the actions, groaning as he takes your folds into his mouth and sucks roughly. Two fingers are tucked under your chin and your head is turned to face Donghyuck’s hips, his hand gripping his length. It hits you a moment later, as he’s pulling down his pants, that his hand was gripping something particularly large; your thoughts are confirmed when his cock is freed from his pants and its size just about takes your breath away.

“Oh, God,” You moan, and you can’t tell if you’re moaning because of how Mark’s tongue teases at your entrance or because of the sheer anticipation of taking in Donghyuck’s length. You look up at him and let your tongue hang out, the underside of his cock thudding heavy on your tongue.

“Take it in your mouth, baby.” He purrs sweetly, pushing his cock between your lips and up until you physically can’t take anymore. “That’s it,” He grunts, his head falling back. He looks utterly beautiful, his tanned skin somehow glowing in the moonlight and his jawline prominent as he clenches it, and you’re so mesmerized you forget your surroundings, only brought back to reality when Mark grazes his teeth against your clit. You snap out of it with a yelp, your hips starting to slowly roll against Mark’s face as he licks and sucks at your folds.

“You having fun, Mark?” Jaemin chuckles when the male under you moans for what feels like the millionth time as he ruts his hips up against nothing, Mark’s actions speeding up as your entrance leaks more and more arousal for him to taste.

“Tastes so good,” Mark grunts, and you whimper at the compliment, the sound coming out muffled from around Donghyuck’s cock. You focus as much of your attention on him as you can manage, bobbing your head up and down his length and letting your tongue drag along the underside of his cock.

“Feels good, pretty girl,” Donghyuck mutters breathlessly, and you’re getting so wound up, so overwhelmed, that you whine when Jaemin brings your hand to his length, wrapping your fingers around the base. “C’mon, baby; you wanted all of us, you’re getting all of us.”

“I don’t think she can even handle it,” Jaemin snickers derisively, and you pull off Donghyuck’s cock to turn and shoot him a glare which he responds to with raised eyebrows, his expression amused and intrigued. “You think you can?”

“Yes,” You snap, still staring him down, and Jaemin smirks.

“Greedy little slut,” He hisses, pushing his cock against your lips. You stare up at him challengingly, and he chuckles darkly, gripping your jaw. “Stop being a brat. Take it in,” He groans, pushing his cock past your lips as you finally yield and open your mouth. “Knew you were greedy for cock, just look at you; sucking my cock with that pretty little mouth like that’s all you were made for.”

“That pretty little head of yours is just begging to get fucked stupid, isn’t it?” Jaemin taunts, and Donghyuck snickers as he pulls your mouth off of Jaemin and guides you back onto his length.

“She’s too smart to get fucked stupid. We can fuck her senseless,” Donghyuck suggests, and you nod eagerly before you even know you’re doing it. “God, she’s so fucking pretty but a slutty little thing.”

“Hey!” You protest, but you’re muffled by Donghyuck thrusting his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

“Can’t even take all of my cock and you think you can handle three?” He teases, and you bristle at his words, the sentence sparking your defiance. You open your mouth to retort, moving to pull off of his length, but he pushes your head back down onto his cock abruptly, sighing in relief as you choke unceremoniously around his girth. “Choke on it, baby,” He coos, and you glower up at him before your face contorts in ecstasy as Mark’s lips and tongue bring you painfully close to your climax.

All you can manage is a muffled moan of encouragement, and Mark seems to get the message as he sucks on your clit harder, running his tongue over and around the bundle of nerves quickly, not stopping until you’re pulling off of Donghyuck’s length and almost falling forward as your body curls in on itself tightly, a loud moan leaving your lips. “Oh, fuck—shit, oh, my God.” You whine, the sound cutting off with a strangled cry as Mark pulls you lower down and closer to his mouth, now absolutely ravaging your core with his tongue. The wet muscle glides through your folds expertly and you’re quivering on top of him, barely able to focus on the two cocks waiting not-so-patiently to feel your mouth around them again.

As you let Jaemin slide into your mouth, the male pulls out to the tip and thrusts in suddenly, smiling when you gag around him. You suck on his cock eagerly, trying to stifle your overwhelmed moans as Mark teases the tip of his tongue at your entrance. Your attempts to silence yourself are thwarted as Mark pushes two fingers into your slick heat, a broken cry leaving your lips as you pull off of Jaemin, focusing on pumping both males’ lengths up and down in your hands. Your thighs are quivering as you hover over Mark’s face, and the male beneath you pumps his fingers in and out of your hole relentlessly, curling them experimentally and keeping them curled when you hiss in satisfaction, another climax quickly approaching.

“Gonna come for me?” Mark rasps, and you nod vigorously. “Look at me when you do; I wanna see those pretty eyes glaze over.” You’re so overwhelmed from the feeling of Mark’s fingers moving quickly inside of you that you barely even notice you’re close until you’re climaxing with a cry of his name, a sob leaving your lips as you ride out your high for as long as you can handle. “You can take another one, right?”

“What?” You ask incredulously, breathless as he doesn’t let up in fucking your entrance with his fingers. “No—you—oh, fuck, I can’t,” You whimper, and he smirks up at you, his round eyes alight with mischief.

“So she can’t handle the attention,” Jaemin mutters to Donghyuck, and you glare up at him once more, only for him to stare you down, his gaze dark.

“Pathetic,” Donghyuck chuckles sinisterly, fingers cupping your aching jaw and using his free hand to pry your mouth open and pinch your tongue between his fingers, pulling it out until it’s hanging out of your mouth. Both males standing over you shuffle closer and rub the heads of their cocks against your tongue, occasionally slapping your cheek lightly with their length before pushing into your mouth quickly.

You’re experiencing so much, everything so much that your eyes fill up with unshed tears, and Jaemin coos at you when the first teardrop falls.

“Aw, angel,” He pouts mockingly, swiping the tear away with his thumb. “Why are you crying?”

“Feels—so good,” You cry, and Donghyuck smirks down at you before stepping back, pumping his cock languidly.

“So pretty when you cry,” Donghyuck growls, leaning against a nearby pillar in the spacious room and watching as Jaemin fucks your mouth slowly, teasing himself, and Mark brings you to a third, tear-inducing climax, your body going almost completely limp. Mark taps your thighs as a sign that he’s done, and you climb off weakly, your legs feeling like jelly as Jaemin pulls out of your mouth and Mark lies you down on your back, the coldness of the floor seeping through the carpeted surface to send chills down your spine.

“Geez, you couldn’t dream up a bed or something?” You joke, your voice now raspy from the abused state of your throat. Donghyuck sneers mockingly at your words and gestures towards Mark.

“I think you should focus on Mark,” He chuckles, and you’re about to ask why when Mark positions himself in between your legs, the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance teasingly. You gasp and shy away from his length, simultaneously tense and buzzing with anticipation.

“Don’t run from it,” Mark murmurs, half soothing, half teasing as he pushes into you slowly. A slow, shaky exhale sounds out from your lips as he bottoms out, your walls gripping him so tightly that you can feel every ridge of his cock as he pulls out and thrusts into you. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” He groans, starting to build up a pace that has you whimpering and groaning weakly. “And wet, fuck, your tight little pussy is sucking my cock right in.”

“Mark–feels–so good,” You stammer, your eyelids fluttering shut, and Donghyuck taps your cheek, smiling sweetly down at you once you’ve opened your eyes.

“Watch him,” He urges, lowering his head down to your level and kissing down your neck. He lifts you up, your body feeling weak from all the stimulation, and lets your back rest against his chest, his hands slipping under your shirt to cup and squeeze your breasts. “Watch how he disappears inside of you,” Donghyuck whispers in your ear, and you mewl softly, your fingers curling on his upper thighs as he presses wet kisses to your neck. His tongue traces circles and patterns on your heated skin while his fingers tweak your nipples, rolling the hardened buds between his index finger and thumb.

“Doesn’t that feel good, angel?” Jaemin wheedles from his spot beside you, one hand lazily stroking his cock. Mark’s brows are furrowed in concentration as he focuses on delivering powerful stroke after powerful stroke into you, and you’re doing your best to keep your eyes open and watch as your core takes his length in and out, but it feels so good that you can’t help but shut your eyes, screwing them tight in your overwhelmed state.

“So good, holy fuck,” You gasp, crying out when Jaemin uses his free hand and reaches over to start rubbing quick circles into your clit. Your hips jolt back in surprise, but Donghyuck just keeps you in place, rendering you helpless to the onslaught of pleasure brought to you by all three males.

“Gonna–” You moan, and your climax hits you before you can even finish your sentence, the fourth orgasm of the night even more overwhelming than the ones before it. Your body trembling, a series of whines and moans leave you as Mark keeps driving his hips into yours, leaning in to kiss you fervently. Your lips mold together sloppily as he grunts with every thrust, gradually coming to a stop before he spills his release inside of you with a low groan of your name. His warmth fills your walls, his cock throbbing inside of you deliciously as it releases spurt after spurt of his cum. “Fuck,” You shudder as Mark pulls out of you, your muscles screaming in protest as Donghyuck positions you on Jaemin’s lap none too gently, Jaemin aligning his tip with your entrance and guiding you down onto him with a breathy groan of relief.

“Angel’s so tight,” Jaemin marvels with a grunt of appreciation as he guides your hips up and down before he stops abruptly when he’s only as deep as the head of his cock in you and leans back on his hands, watching you with a smirk.

“Why’d you stop?” You whine, and his grin widens as he gestures to where you two are connected, his eyes bright.

“Ride me.” He orders, and you whine and huff and grumble under your breath at the prospect of putting your muscles through any more torture, but Jaemin raises an eyebrow and tsks in disapproval before moving to lift you off of him completely.

“No!” You complain instantly, sitting down firmly and tensing slightly when he’s once again buried inside of you to the hilt.

“Does the little brat want to be fucked or not?” Jaemin asks, and you frown slightly before answering.

“I do.” You mumble, and he beams at you, the smile on his face dazzling.

“Then ride me,” He insists, and you whine briefly before lifting your body up and starting to bounce up and down on his cock, shaky breaths leaving you as the arousal builds in your system. “That’s a good girl,” He purrs, pulling you closer for a kiss. “Knew you were a greedy little slut.” When you huff in protest, he moves one hand from behind him to pinch your thigh, causing you to yelp in shock and glower at him. “Stop talking back and maybe I’ll let you come.”

You begrudgingly oblige, soon letting out a choked squeak as his cock hits a spot just right along your inner walls and you feel your next climax hurtling towards you. Moans can’t seem to stop spilling from your lips, and Jaemin stuffs his fingers in your mouth, smiling in satisfaction when you suck on them instantly and swirl your tongue around the digits.

“Good girl,” He praises you, and you can’t help but preen under the compliment. “That pretty mouth just needs something in it, doesn’t it? You talk back and huff but you turn into the sweetest little angel when there’s something occupying your mouth.” You would protest normally, but something about the way his fingers press against your tongue has you holding back and you think for a second that he might be right.

“Close,” You whimper around his fingers, and he sits up so he doesn’t need to brace himself anymore, moving his hand previously on the carpet to lift up your shirt and push the cups of your bra down. With a lingering look at your lips wrapped around his fingers, he lowers his head and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking eagerly. The dam inside of you breaks with a sharp gasp and you can’t even believe you’re climaxing again, stars exploding behind your eyelids before you get more than a little lightheaded and sway on top of Jaemin momentarily, his fingers slipping from your mouth with a trail of saliva connecting your lower lip to the tip of his middle finger.

“Oh, shit,” You pant, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Jaemin dots lazy, slow kisses up your chest and neck until he’s capturing your lips in a languid kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips before they part to allow him access into your mouth.

“Okay, enough of the soft shit,” Donghyuck interjects abruptly, curling his fingers around your hips and lifting you up and off of Jaemin’s cock, ignoring your slight wince of discomfort as you’re left feeling empty, your walls clenching around nothing. None too gently, Donghyuck sets you down on your knees, pushing between your shoulder blades until you’re falling forward, barely managing to catch yourself on your forearms in time to stop your face from hitting the carpet. You’re about to turn and glare at him, but he pushes into you without so much as a warning, causing your head to drop down to rest on your clenched fists. “Don’t go passing out on me,” He says teasingly, kneading your asscheeks as he pistons his hips in and out of your fluttering entrance.

“Oh, my God,” You sob, tears spilling past the brim of your lower eyelids and dripping down your cheeks. As you sniffle and whimper, every sound coming out staccato with the force of Donghyuck’s thrusts, the male relentlessly pounding into you lets out a dark chuckle.

“You sound so fucking pretty right now,” Donghyuck hisses in satisfaction, sliding his hand up your back and gripping the base of your neck. “My pretty little crybaby.” You don’t even have it in you to argue as he pulls you up so your back is pressed right up against his chest, and he bites down on your earlobe as his fingers wind around your throat, squeezing tightly until you gasp out loudly, your hand reflexively flying to rest on top of his.

With every thrust, you’re driven positively more insane for his cock, his name leaving your lips in breathless whimpers of pleasure, and it’s right when you’re about to climax for the, unbelievably, sixth time tonight that Donghyuck brings his lips right up to your ear and hums so nonchalantly you could almost–almost–forget that he’s balls-deep inside of you right now.

“You love the way I fuck you, don’t you, baby?” He practically snarls, and you nod desperately, your vision clouding over as your breath supply dwindles. “Yeah, I know you do. This greedy little pussy is gonna take all my cum, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” You cry, and he chuckles. “Yes, Hyuck–”

“Oh, Hyuck?” He teases, and you whimper feebly. “Who said you could call me that?”

“S-Sorry,” You choke out, and he presses a deceptively soft kiss to your cheek before he speaks next.

“That’s Daddy to you.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” You gasp, tears pouring freely down your face at this point.

“That’s okay, baby. I bet you want Daddy’s cum nice and deep in your pussy, don’t you?” He purrs, and you can barely speak, your mind and body completely drained of energy as he fucks you closer and closer to your release, your body practically collapsing in on itself as you nod vigorously.

“Yes, Daddy, fill me up, fill me up, please–” You beg, and he makes a sound somewhere between a moan and an appreciative grunt as his hips speed up, your walls flexing around him and bringing him closer to his own release.

“Anything for you, baby,” He groans, his movements erratically coming to a halt as he spills the third load of cum of the night into your eager entrance. When he releases your neck, the rush of cool, fresh air coupled with the pleasure of his warmth filling you is enough to send you toppling over the edge, freefalling into the abyss of ecstasy. He hisses your name through gritted teeth, and you marvel at how beautiful and sinful he’s managed to make your name sound. After his cock has stopped spilling into you, he pulls out of you gently, helping you lie down on the carpeted floor gently.

Utterly spent, none of you say anything, and once you’ve collected yourself, you open your eyes (which you hadn’t realized were closed) and peer around at the tired but satisfied males surrounding you. Jaemin meets your gaze and smirks softly before sitting forward slightly.

“So…” He starts off, and you manage to summon just enough energy to sass him as you raise your brow expectantly.

“What is it now?” You mumble tiredly, and he frowns, a look of fake hurt taking over his lovely features.

“Who are you choosing?” He asks curiously, and you scoff once, twice, and a third time before laughter bubbles up from your chest. “What’s funny?” His expression is beyond confused as you laugh for what feels like ages, laugh until your sides ache almost as much as your jaw and your thighs do.

“I’m not picking anyone.” You say simply, and Donghyuck and Mark practically break their necks when they turn to you in shock. “Why would I pick one of you when all three of you gave me the best sex I’ve ever had?”

“Well, you can’t date all three of us!” Mark points out, and you shoot him a funny look.

“Who said anything about dating?” You reply slowly, and he frowns deeply, his brows furrowed in disapproval. You look over at Donghyuck, who’s staring at you with a knowing smile on his lips, something very clearly on the tip of his tongue. “Got something to say?” You ask, and he shakes his head as his smile widens.

“Nope.” He answers easily, and you can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking about. It seems as if you won’t find out tonight, as he suddenly climbs to his feet, reaching out a hand to help you up. You take it gratefully and he pulls you to your feet, helping you put your clothing back in place. Mark rises next, tucking himself back into his pants, then Jaemin, who does the same. Mark and Jaemin say their, albeit reluctant, goodbyes as you’re pulling your underwear back on and leave the Room of Requirement, leaving you alone with Donghyuck.

You fix your hair blindly, fluffing it up in the hopes that it doesn’t look too crazy, and head for the door, already anticipating the hot shower you’re about to take to relieve your aching muscles and rid yourself of the incredibly dirty feeling covering you. You barely manage to breeze past Donghyuck before he catches your wrist and whirls you around so you’re facing him. You don’t even get a yelp of surprise out before he’s backing you up against the nearest wall, which happens to be right up against the door, and kissing you heatedly.

“Please tell me you’re not still turned on.” You manage to exhale when he breaks the kiss, and he chuckles softly, tilting his head forward until his forehead is resting against yours lightly.

“I just wanted to say...choose me.” He says softly, sincerely, and you’re surprised by the rush of warm affection that floods your body.

“I mean…” You trail off, pretending to think, and he nibbles at his lower lip anxiously as he awaits the rest of your sentence. “...I guess you’re not all that bad.”

“Yeah?” He starts to smile, and you can’t help but mirror his expression, a somewhat secretive glee lighting up both of your faces.

“And you’re pretty good in bed,” You continue. “Daddy.” He chuckles, clearly amused, and you tap your chin thoughtfully. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He says excitedly, and you nod, trying (and failing) to hide the extremely fond smile that breaks out on your face.

“Okay. You can take me on a date, I guess.” You hum as nonchalantly as possible, and he beams at you, his smile lighting up your insides and sending butterflies swarming around in your stomach.

“Cool. We’re going to Hogsmeade this weekend,” He announces proudly, and you smile enthusiastically.

“Can’t wait, Daddy.” You tease, pushing him off gently and opening the door.

“Don’t call me that when we’re not having sex,” He groans, and you snicker.

“What should I call you, then?”

“Besides yours? Hyuck works, too.” He answers, draping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in closer.

“God, that’s so cheesy.” You scoff, and he shrugs shamelessly.

“Whatever. Come on, I’ll walk you to your dorm.” He offers, and you take his offer gratefully, the two of you walking to the staircases with a light, warm feeling in your hearts.

(“I knew she was gonna pick him,” Jaemin complains to Mark in a hushed whisper as the two of them watch you and Donghyuck walk past their concealed figures around the corner from the Room of Requirement.

“Will you shut up? They’re gonna hear us.” Mark snips back, and Jaemin huffs petulantly, crossing his arms as he slumps against the wall nearest him.

“...What are the chances he’d let us do that again if they’re dating now?” Jaemin asks, and Mark just stares at him blankly. “What?”

“You’re something else, Jaemin,” Mark sighs in a mix of defeat and disbelief. “You’re really something else.”)

tada!!!! i hope you liked it!! raya, i especially hope you liked it 🥺 i worked very hard on this fic omg.. but yes, pleeeease leave feedback i love feedback it’s my lifeblood :’) okay bye have a great rest of your day or night!!

#haechan smut #donghyuck smut #hyuck smut #mark lee smut #mark smut #nct smut #jaemin smut

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kageyuji · 4 years

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ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ

also known as “they find someone flirting with you”

-> warnings; jealousy

-> includes; tsukishima, bokuto, iwaizumi, tanaka, kyotani, and suna

a/n; thinkin bout. whenever terushima flirted w kiyoko <//3 also uhh iwa feels slightly ooc but we ignore that

𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔 —

tsukishima had been wondering where you’d wandered off to

you were supposed to be going to use the restroom, but you’d been gone for an awfully long time

with a huff of slight annoyance, he followed down the hall of where he had last seen you walking

in front of you stood some guy he didn’t recognize, and with the way you were looking tsukki didn’t think you knew him either

he’s lowkey so frustrated about it but on the outside he’s like 😐 BAJSCNCNF

“excuse me,” tsukishima said, voice low and slightly hostile as always, “did you get lost or something, y/n?”

he seemed to ignore the guy altogether at first, then offered him a look of disgust

DEADASS LOOKS AT HIM LIKE 🤨

the guy clears his throat, waiting for tsukishima to notice that you were talking to someone (much time your dismay, but it’s not as though the guy saw that)

he still doesn’t say anything lmao, he just talks to you like the guy isn’t even there

the guy is like 😟 BAISJDJCNC

eventually he gets the hint and leaves, tsukki is snickering once he finally does so

“took him long enough”

𝗕𝗢𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗢 —

he was having so much fun!! school was making it hard for you to have free time to come to his games, so he was loving the fact that you were there

as soon as the game was over — he and his team won, of course — he ran over to you to give you a hug.

there was a crowd of people around, so he knew it would have been rather hard to find you through all of them, but when it was harder than expected he started to get worried

and then he sees you off in a corner with some guy standing next to you

at first his heart stops, a sick feeling sitting in the pit of his stomach, and then he sees the uncomfortable look on your face

the discouraged feeling still sat in his chest, but not as heavily

he walks over and starts asking who the guys, introducing himself as your boyfriend

he has a smile on his face, one eyebrow up in a way that looks playfully challenging

(it is in no way playful)

he’s got just a little murder behind his eyes 🙂

a laugh erupts from him at the look on the guys face - he’s a little mortified once he recognized where he knew Bokuto from

the guy starts stumbling over his words and rubbing nervously at the back of his neck; Bokuto is a sweet guy, but he can look scary if he really wants to, especially to someone he doesn’t know

the guy mutters an excuse and leaves quickly, leaving you and Bokuto by yourselves

“thanks,” You laugh, a little amused by what just happened

“don’t mention it, munchkin!” His voice was rather bubbly and his laugh was more sincere as compared to the last time

𝗜𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 —

oikawa flirts with you all the time in a joking manner just because he wants to piss off iwaizumi

but that doesn’t mean it ever actually works SHEUXHCN

so needless to say you were a little confused when your boyfriend was looking more than a little worked up over the guy talking to you

why the guy couldn’t see your boyfriend was right next to you, you didnt know why

how it really is: 🧍🧍‍♂️

what the guy saw: 🧍

iwa’s arms were crossed and his jaw was set, the way his eyebrows were pinned gave off the frustrated energy to everyone in the room

he was trying to be calm, of course

he grabbed your hand and started rubbing his thumb up and down the side of your hand

“Babe, don’t you think we should get going?” he asked

you gave the guy another awkward smile, waving for him to leave

“ah wait, can i get your number please?”

😐😐😐😐😐 i know he did not just- with iwa right there i’m-

“no.” iwa answers for you, quickly

he’s quiet for while after the guy leaves, he doesn’t bring it up, but you do notice that he doesn’t let go of your hand

𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗔 —

BSJSHFJFN HES GOING ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT

he knows how long is too long, it’s not that he was watching the clock

(he may have been checking his phone constantly, yes, but that was totally not to see the time, totally)

but he was aware that you’d been gone an awfully long time and a pit of worry started to grow in his stomach

he walked through the halls, trying to find where you went

he found you next to some guy, the guy who seemed to be rather flirtatious compared to the guarded expression you were wearing

“hey! asshole!” tanaka growled, stepping between you and the other guy, “they’re taken, so step off why dontcha?”

the guy is???? very confused and shocked at first???

but he doesn’t try to say anything back to that, tanaka’s already aggressive energy was enough to shut him up LMAOANHBCNFFN

“ok, uhm. i’m just gonna go haha,,,”

tanaka is like 😾😾

and then quickly shifts into being soft and asking if you’re okay

“yeah, i’m fine, thank you”

“of course, doll! if you ever need me, just call~” sigh, he thinks he’s superman, but just let him believe ok <///3

𝗞𝗬𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗜 —

he likes to stay close to you in public places; he doesn’t really know why, it just makes him feel more secure that way

so the second he saw you missing from his side, he was quick to go off looking for you

he found you with some other guy in front of you, and at first he was a little hurt, but then quickly realized what was happening

he walked over and sneered at the guy, who was half expecting Kyotani to start barking or something

“get yo fuckin dog bitch-“

“it don’t bite“

“yes it do-“

his fists are clenched so hard that his knuckles are turning white and the pissed-off expression he always wore was even more noticeable now

“back off,” he said simply, eyes staring holes into the other guy

you didn’t say anything, you just watched HAHWYSHDFN

the other guy raised his hands in defense, backing up and then quickly leaving you and kyotani alone

kyotani didn’t say anything, you didn’t expect him to, but he didn’t seem to complain as much whenever you grabbed his arm and held onto him for most of the day

𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗔 —

suna just. wow. wow wow wow. suna <3

alr uhm anyway

suna was just kind of letting you roam around while some of inarizaki’s fans were talking to him and the twins

but he leaves and just walks on over the second he sees the other guy flirting w you

deadass just slides on in with the same energy as the “good evening madame” vine

“who’s this 🥱”

he looks like he genuinely could not give a shit if this guy was royalty <///3

“oh, i’m-“

“mhm. i’m suna, i’m their boyfriend. 😐”

the guy could not even introduce himself before suna was acting like that <///3

he and the guy just. stare. they just stare at each other for a while. BAJSHXNC

eventually the guy is like “ALRIGHT WELL i’m gonna go, i have things to do 😅😅”

suna smirks, he doesnt say anything about it but he motions for you to follow him back to the twins

and he makes sure to keep an eye on you whenever you leave; he’s not doing it in an over controlling way, but in more of a “i want you to be alright” kind of way

he won’t admit it though

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yesimwriting · 3 years

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Hello! Your Nikolai fic tranquility is so beautiful! Can you write more for Nikolai? Maybe the opposite with reader having a nightmare? Or whatever you want just please give me more! If you have a tagging list I'd love to be included btw :)

A/n hii!! first off,, thank you! i was a little nervous about writing him for the first time,, but i love him so much (even though i love a good villain/morally grey character in love i think nikolai would probably make the least toxic bf in the grishaverse lol)

you gave me a little too much freedom here lol bc i have so many ideas for him!! lowkey might need to give him a longer fic/series soon when i catch up with requests!! WOW THIS FIC IS SO LONG AND FOR WHAT

Summary: Reader is a handmaid who has grown up assisting Nikolai. Through the years, the two have developed a special relationship that most definitely breaks royal protocol--they’re best friends and rivals on a good day, and dangerously close to being something more the second either of them is remotely upset or extremely happy. Learning about the fact that Nikolai was almost engaged to Alina (a good friend of yours) and being reminded of the fact that as royalty Nikolai has many prospects (both serious women worthy of his title and women only suitable for trysts meant to relieve tension) has you both realizing something you should have years ago.

Word count: 31210

Warnings: disclaimer--may not be the most cannon thing ever,, but i wanted the ‘child of the help competes and falls in love with the child of royalty’ energy okay?? Lol

I could do a whole blurb series with this dynamic nikolai x reader,, like just stories of them growing up together and randomly realizing they might like each other romantically?? I probably shouldn’t rn but i ADORE this trope.

The perfection of the room is disappointing. Idle hands, idle thoughts--so I work to smooth out a perfect duvet. Still, the thoughts come--aggressive and unavoidable. It’s silly, maybe even sad, to feel possessive over something that’s never been yours, something that could never be yours, but the harder I fight off the feeling the stronger it grows. Jealousy is a weed growing quickly in my chest, vile roots planted firmly in my heart.

Normally my favorite part of the day would be waiting for Nikolai to return to his room in the palace after dinner and his evening duties. He’s always a bit softer in the evenings, during my last check-in of the day. I’m normally thrilled to be done organizing his room early because that means the second he arrives there will be no distraction. Most evenings, he’ll find me perched in the seat by his bed, reading. He’ll mock-scold me for daring to defy his orders and reading ahead from the book we both take turns reading aloud from each night. He then warns me that I better react exactly the way I did when I first read it or else. That threat is always followed by a gentle laugh.

Tonight I’m in no mood for our nightly banter or even our nightly reading. My mother had warned me of the dangers of getting too comfortable with the royal family. I should have heeded that warning when she first gave it to me, the morning she found Nikolai and I fast asleep on a couch in the library as children. The palace likes to bring up the children of the staff by training them to attend to the next generation of royals. It makes the staff more efficient, a lifetime of knowing what someone wants makes you better for them. It also creates some level of connection, making betrayal a little less likely. Nikolai and I might have taken it farther than most. But now I want a reminder of the way we’re supposed to be--maybe if I detach now the bleeding of my heart won’t kill me. That has to remain secret, because if I explain it to Nikolai something in me will break. The one line between us will be crossed.

This will be the sixth secret I’ve kept from Nikolai in my entire life.

The secrets:

I don’t know why I was picked for Nikolai. I wasn’t particularly skilled, but still, the day came when my mother was told that I now worked directly for the Lantsov boy. It’s an honor, a true one, but my mother had been a little nervous. To whom much is given, much is expected--and I detested Nikolai. Not for being a prince, but for being a prince who thought girls couldn’t race or fight.

The day my mother came looking for me because I never showed up for dinner and she found Nikolai and I attempting to fight in the way only a ten-year-old girl and eleven-year-old boy would, she had looked truly mortified. Nikolai had only laughed, either oblivious to my mother’s embarrassment or uncaring about it. He had then hugged me--an expression of care that had left me reeling. I saw him more as a rival than someone to tend to, but in that moment I saw him as a friend. Even more so when he told me he didn’t want me to go yet and that he was upset that so much of the day had been wasted by studies that kept him with boring people and away from me. And then he invited me to his lessons--my mother was quick to attempt to decline politely, but the desires of a prince at any age outweigh that of a mother.

After that, everyone kind of just stopped trying to remind us of our propriety. The tutor at first was concerned about my presence, but Nikolai remained stubborn. I wasn’t a big enough deal to cause an argument, so I began to attend lessons with him almost every day, only staying away when my mother needed aid with laundry or cleaning. His parents must have been somewhat aware of our friendship, but they must have been oblivious to our closeness because it was never mentioned.

My mother’s worry began to ease, she’d even started to take some pride when I’d come to our room proudly proclaiming that I scored two marks higher than Nikolai. She did, however, warn that it might be more tactful to let him score higher.

The comment was casual, just a suggestion, but it left me feeling wrong. It was the first time since we met that I had thought about our different statuses. I didn’t tell him--and that was the first secret I ever kept from him.

As we grew, we traded physical competition for academic rivalry, trying to best each other in both lessons and games of strategy like chess and cards. But with growing comes responsibility. Nikolai started to have obligations that were meant to be private. I couldn’t follow him at all times. But he’d always come back from locked door meetings grinning like he carried schoolyard gossip instead of government secrets. He shared everything with me, even when I playfully warned against it.

He’d always step closer when I teased that perhaps he shouldn’t tell me everything. And then he’d say, “If I can’t trust you, then I can’t trust anyone--and I don’t want to live in a world like that.” Often, he’d give my hand a light squeeze before moving on like he had not said anything intimate.

On a day in which Nikolai was in one of those meetings, I became a woman. When I first saw the blood, I had been horrified--but my mother was quick to explain that it was natural. She said that I was now a woman, a wonderful thing, really--but a thing that came with obligations. She told me that I could no longer have the impromptu ‘sleepovers’ with Nikolai unless he ordered it. I told her he’s never ordered me to do anything for him.

She didn’t ease, something in her had started to become nervous again. My mother had recently started to act the way she did when Nikolai and I first became friends. I didn’t want to fall asleep in Nikolai’s bed while I was bleeding, but I didn’t want to never have another sleepover with him again. Especially not when she refused to explain why being a woman changed so much.

I had decided to avoid Nikolai as much as possible until the sting of my mother’s new rule faded. Unfortunately, that night Nikolai was extra talkative--excited as he insisted I stay for a little longer. Soon, I found his familiar good naturedness melting away my nerves and before I knew it I was laughing in the middle of the night. When my eyelids started to feel heavy, I had moved from the chair, ready to head back to my room.

Nikolai had looked at me oddly before he asked why would I leave so late when it would be easier for me to just sleepover? It was an innocent question, he did not know about my change and I had wanted to keep it that way.

I tried playing coy, but Nikolai has always had a talent for getting around my better judgement. I don’t recall exactly how it happened, but I remember him standing in front of me. It was the first time I noticed how much had actually changed over the years--he was now taller than me for the first time in his life. His hair had started to grow a little longer, golden and soft-looking--and his face seemed much more angular. But he had not lost his boyish charm.

“Y/n?” My name fell softly from his lips, and that was the first time I had ever noted the fullness of them. I didn’t understand why I considered that something worth noting. “Did I do something to make you mad at me?”

Perhaps I had been a little curt--nerves and hormones had left me not feeling like myself. I didn’t tell him about the bleeding, I couldn’t. That became the second secret I kept from him--but I did tell him that my mother had told me I was a woman now, and that women can’t have sleepovers. Not with those of the opposite gender. I made no effort to hide my confusion because I expected him to be as perplexed as I was. But he was not confused--in fact, he had the audacity to laugh. My face flushed, but I did not know why.

“Why is that funny?” Maybe he thought I was still too much of a child to be considered a woman. I assumed it a fair assumption, I had not grown the way he had--my shoulders had not become sturdier and I had not become particularly broader. Still, I would rather melt into the floor than tell him about the reason my mother now considered me a woman. “My mother did say that, and I don’t know what being a ‘woman’ has to do with staying in your room at night.” Something strange had crossed over his features then, something much more brooding than I was used to.

I had blinked at him as unexplained nerves pooled in my stomach. Perhaps that look would have been enough to keep me silent if he had managed to not grin. That self-assured grin that had always challenged me. “Well since you know everything about my mother now, maybe you can tell me why she’s been acting strange. She’s starting to act the way she did when we first became friends.” I expected him to at least pretend to be worried. Perhaps his parents had spoken to her and had mentioned wanting our friendship to end. But his grin had only grown. Pride left me angry. “She did say that I could stay if you ordered it--but I’m glad you’ve never ordered me to do anything, so I can leave right now because you’re acting as odd as her. I don’t understand what you could find funny about our friendship ending.”

He had stopped me from storming out of his room by placing one hand on the wall between me and the door. “Y/n, don’t be cross--I’ll explain it all, I promise.” Angry pride made me want to storm away from him, but curiosity and something unknown and warm kept me in place. “Do you remember when we read the play about the rival families, how the two main characters had kissed?”

I remembered that part of the play especially well. The concept of kissing so casually, outside of marriage, had been jarring to me. “Yes.”

“Now that we’re older, your mother must be worried that we might do that.” He paused before leaning against the arm he placed on the wall to keep me from leaving a little more. “Kiss.”

The clarification was not needed--in that brief pause, I had allowed myself to imagine no distance between our lips. Something in me burned with embarrassment when I realized that some part of me found the thought appealing. The only thing I wanted in that moment was assurance that Nikolai would never know I felt that. That was my third secret, and the weight of it was heavy against my chest.

Still, though, all of my confusion had not yet left. “Is there much harm in a kiss?”

The question had left an odd smile on his lips. “There’s potential harm in what it could lead to for the woman, but not so much for the man.” He exhaled slowly as my face tensed. He could always read me too well because he was quick to add, “What it could lead to isn’t a bad thing, it’s meant to be pleasurable, but it’s serious.” I did not understand, but a part of me was starting to grow okay with that. Nikolai’s voice had started to become lower than ever, and his gaze remained tense. Perhaps if I accepted the confusion for now, things could go back to normal. If the conversation ended, I could stop thinking of his lips and his hands and what it would mean for them to touch me. “It’s considered a vice, like drinking or gambling.” The additional comment helped more than it should have. A vice--not scary and not painful, but not something to indulge in. That’s enough explanation for now. “If you want to know, I won’t deny you.”

I appreciated the offer tremendously. The vice that comes after kissing is clearly something that’s been intentionally kept from me. It’s something he was privy to that I was not, and he offered it to me like so much else. But if knowledge that my mother feared us kissing made me think of his lips, then I doubted I could handle knowing what comes after kissing.

“I’ll let you know when I want to know, but I appreciate the offer.” It felt like a fair response. His snarky grin came back immediately. Irritation rooted itself in my stomach. I hated not knowing more than him for once, but I still had one question I could not relinquish. “But what does that vice have to do with orders?”

At that, his smugness faltered. “It’s not unheard of, for princes and handmaids--for a prince to obligate a handmaid in order to fulfill his vice. Though many handmaids fill the vice of their own will for benefits.

The explanation left him like a confession. I didn’t understand his hesitance--it’s not like he’d ever make me do anything I didn’t want to do. Even when I worked, he was hesitant to ask me to go out of my way to bring him a glass of water. And I couldn’t imagine gaining anything from offering Nikolai something I didn’t really understand. I wasn’t naive to the fact that my life had more privileges than many palace servants. “Oh.”

His eyes hardened. “You know I’d never--”

“I know.” It was finally easy to smile again. “I never thought otherwise.” Something in him seemed to ease at that, his eyes went from hard to warm in less than a second.

I had no more questions for him and I was also no longer a flight risk, but Nikolai did not move. He did not step back to create a more appropriate distance and he did not drop his arm. His gaze, however, did move--dropping downwards, and slightly away from my eyes. I did the same, my eyes falling to his lips.

The silence between us began to make me feel like something in me was in danger of overflowing. “Then I guess my mother is once again worrying for no reason.” Strangely, I did not feel the need to feel embarrassed about staring at his lips. “Because I would never particularly want to kiss you, Nikolai Lantsov.”

The comment was meant to be teasing, a joke to clear away unknown tension. I should have known better than to challenge his pride because he instinctually moved his hand off the wall and beneath my chin. I did not flinch when he tilted my head upwards slightly with his fingers. “I could get you to want to kiss me if I wanted to.”

Three secrets in one night. I did not think I could bear a fourth one. “Hm…” The ground we treaded on felt unstable, but something in me trusted Nikolai to not let me falter. “I should--I should go before I give my mother anymore cause to worry.”

His fingers had brushed down my chin easily as he dropped his hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

And that he did. The days passed without mention of the last time he asked me to sleepover. It was as if nothing had changed except now I found myself noting things I most definitely did not want to note. These didn’t feel like individual secrets because it felt easy to group each admirational thought into one secret. Soon, that became my new normal--easy banter, easy touches of hands, and easy yet silent admirations of his beauty.

I never wandered too hard about what the vice that kissing can lead to entailed. I didn't particularly want to know, but knowing that I could ask Nikolai at any time brought a sense of security to me. But besides that, I never thought of that conversation until the day I was asked to look for Nikolai because he was late for dinner.

That in itself was odd, most of the time when Nikolai was late it was because he was with you. I checked his room, two other rooms he was known to frequent, and then finally the library. First, I noticed a handmaid two years older than me. I was finally at an age when one begins to compare their beauty to those around them, and I recognized the girl as gorgeous. She was better endowed than me, physically, and she always seemed fun. And then I noticed Nikolai, standing closer to her than I’ve ever seen him stand to anyone. His expression was serious as the girl giggled.

Nikolai’s expression shifted from tense to shocked when he saw me. “Y/n.”

It took me a moment longer than it should have to realize what I had interrupted. Guilt and jealousy were quick to twist in my stomach. “Dinner--your parents sent me to look for you.”

He was quick to walk around the girl, who was quick to glare at me. I attempted to disappear down the hall after mumbling a quick apology, but Nikolai was faster than me.

“Y/n,” he did not hesitate to grab my wrist.

It shouldn’t have irked me the way it did, after all, neither of us had ever really hesitated to touch each other. I had always reached for him when I wanted him, and he had done the same. But the thought of the same hands that touched the most beautiful girl I had ever seen on me left me bitter in a way I didn’t understand.

Still, I pushed through all of that. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, your mother asked me to look for you because she assumed you’d be with me when you were late to dinner. I didn’t think that there’d be--”

“You didn’t interrupt anything.” The words came out flat as his eyes took on the same quality they did the night he explained my mother’s concern to me. “Valaria wishes there was something to interrupt, but there wasn’t.”

Oh. I refused to let the correction inflate me. “Would you like me to not come to your room tonight?”

The offer felt awkward to make. “No,” the answer came quickly, “In fact, go there now--I want to see you right after dinner. I’ve missed you today.” The instruction left my face feeling warm. “We could read an extra chapter of our book if you’d like.”

Despite myself, I grinned. “Yes.”

“Looking forward to it.”

True to his word, Nikolai was quick to return to his room. He had come back to me eagerly, going out of his way to squeeze my shoulder as he entered the room.

I opened the book to the chapter we had left off on, but before I could start reading, Nikolai stopped me. “Sit next to me?”

The question came softly. It had been some time since we sat next to each other on his bed. Still, I moved off of the chair and to his bed. Something in me longed for the familiar closeness of childhood. I allowed him to play with my fingers as I read.

“You know you could take one night off from me if you wanted to.” The admission left me softly, part of unsure if he was still paying attention to my words. “She was pretty, it wouldn’t have hurt my feelings if you told me you wanted me to not come tonight.”

Nikolai exhaled easily, squeezing my fingers once. “I said I wanted to see you and I meant it.”

It took all of my energy to push past the way his words made my stomach leap. “In general, if you ever--”

Nikolai cut me off by laying his head on my lap the way he used to. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” It was the first time in years that he spoke to me in a way that acknowledged his authority. “Keep reading please.”

And that was the last time we had ever mentioned other handmaids in that context. The fifth secret I ever kept from him was the way I worried that one day that would change.

The door creaks open while I’m in the middle of fluffing an already pristine pillow. Nikolai steps into the room, but I continue to work.

“Darling,” he breathes too easily, “Today has been painful.” I straighten, looking at him as casually as I can manage. “And now I have to deal with you being mad at me.”

Damn him and his ability to read me with one look. “I’m not mad.”

“You know you can’t lie to me,” he sighs, stepping forward, “We’ve known each other too long for that.”

I press my lips together, irrational anger pushing itself into me at an odd angle. “We’ve also known each other too long to keep secrets.”

His eyebrows draw together, a look so quizzical I’m reminded of our schooling days. “What secrets have I kept from you?”

Mentioning that had been a mistake. I exhale as flatly as possible. “I shouldn’t have mentioned it.” My dismissal only has Nikolai’s expression hardening. I drop my gaze. “Unless you need something, I’m retiring my services for the evening.”

I take a reluctant step towards the door, eyes attached to the floor. “Y/n,” his voice is gentle. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing, I’m just tired.” Please let that be at least somewhat believable. “I’m sure I’ll feel more like myself in the morning.” I take another step, a little more assured. Nikolai’s hand is on my shoulder before I can escape. “Nikolai--”

“Y/n,” his voice is that of velvet, “I can’t have you be mad at me. Not now.”

Sighing, I meet his gaze. The tiredness I see behind his eyes is almost enough to chase away my nerve. What I’d give to be able to melt into our familiar routine. “Then you should have told me you were almost engaged to a literal Saint--the same literal Saint who’s one of my closest friends.”

Nikolai’s expression shifts as his hand drops from my shoulder slowly, fingers brushing down my arm before he finally intertwines our fingers. I bite my tongue to avoid squeezing his hand, but I don’t move to separate us either. He studies me silently, eyebrows drawn together. The longer he stares, the more whatever turmoil he’s experiencing seems to dissipate. After a minute of silence, I can read his expression perfectly. His lips are pressed together in that coy way--the way he only looks when he’s suppressing a smile.

I loathe him for it. “Nikolai Lantsov, don’t you dare laugh--not after what you did. Do you have any idea what it felt like to have Alina casually mention the fact that you almost married her casually? Like that was common knowledge to everyone but me?”

My words break away the last of his self control. He grins, flashing his annoyingly perfect teeth. “Do you have any idea what it feels like for me to want nothing more than to see you and then you let me believe something may actually be wrong when the only issue is your jealousy?”

The amusement in his tone is like poison to me. I find the strength to jerk my hand away from him. “I am not jealous.” He laughs; I am further enraged. “I am not.” The genuineness of my anger must finally register on some level, because he tries to suppress his smile. “I have every right to be mad at my best friend for not telling me that he was almost married.”

“We didn’t exactly come close,” he manages, expression still much too light for my taste. “I’m glad for Alina’s sake, I’m not sure being a Saint would be enough to protect her.”

He is infuriating. “I’m not sure anything you have will be enough to protect you.”

Something in his gaze shifts, softening the tilt of his mouth. “I don’t doubt that.”

I don’t know what I expected from him--but not this. I thought he’d be at least somewhat apologetic. “You should have told me.”

“I would have if I felt it was significant.”

“I’m your best friend--your marriage is significant to me. And even though it’s not like you’re engaged to her right now, you should have told me. You know I talk to Alina all the time.”

He sighs once, a hint of apology threatening to ghost over his eyes. “If I knew not knowing would have upset you so much I would have told you. I was--I was just so excited to be around you again I didn’t see much relevance in anything that didn’t involve you.”

The intensity that Nikolai regards me with is enough to wither all of my fury. But without my anger, I am left spiraling in emotion that I’ve been pushing against for years. My mother’s warning about relationships with those above us rings in my ears--sharp and headache inducing. I am still when he reaches for my hand again, but I do no allow myself to return the gentle squeeze of his fingers.

“I’m not sure much outside of you has significance.” He’s giving me a look I am familiar with. A look he often uses to chase away my anger.

Without my anger, I have nothing to keep me from melting into him, indulging in his presence fully. It’s so easy with him and I blinded myself to the danger of that. He may not be marrying Alina, but one day he will marry someone. A person worthy of his status--and what would I be left doing? Washing their laundry? Tearing up when I dusted the library and came across a book we had read together? Enough damage has already been done--I need to cut myself with this blade now in hopes of making sure I can one day recover.

He will get married one day, and nothing will be the same. And that’s a good thing--he deserves the love of a princess or queen. I want his happiness, even if it’s not with me. But some vindictive part of me hopes that some part of him will miss me. That some part of him will be dulled without me.

I’m a fool--he will remember me as the handmaid from his youth. The girl who made him laugh once or twice before he grew up. I force my hand out of his grasp. “You can’t win me over with words every time.” I need to get out of here before he says something that makes me lose all resolve. “Tomorrow morning I’ll be here to prepare you for breakfast.”

“Y/n.”

I step forward, refusing to look at him. “Goodnight.”

He sighs, his hand quick to grab my arm. Before I can question him I feel myself pulled back. I expect him to pull me just close enough so that I have to meet his gaze. He continues, pulling me sharply before placing a quick hand on my shoulder, forcing me down. My back hits his bed.

I sit up as soon as the reality of what just happened seeps into my mind. “Nikolai, what in the Saints--”

“If you’re going to act like a child, I’m going to treat you like one.”

I scoff, thoughts of escaping him put on hold by the principle of pride. Fine. I’ll beat him one last time, and then I’ll let us separate. I shove him. He laughs--of course this is funny to him. He got to keep fighting past the age of about eleven. His laughter adds to my anger, I move to shove him again, but he catches my wrist easily. I struggle against his hold, shoving him a third time with my still free hand. He pushes me slightly. That’s all it takes to unleash familiar habits.

Our small fight is hardly fair. He has all the advantage--more training, and he’s standing above me. When I finally make a move that might give me some success, Nikolai leans forward. He practically tackles me, his weight forcing me flat against the bed.

I move an arm, ready to push him off of me. Nikolai snags my wrists, holding them above my head. “This means I win.” I roll my eyes, anger returning.

“Let me go.”

He sighs tiredly, but the smugness radiating off of him is suffocating. “Admit that you were jealous.”

There are a lot of things I am willing to do for him--but never that. I cannot give him the one separation I still have. “I wasn’t.”

“Then why are you mad?”

I press my lips together. “I told you--”

“Do you really think you could lie to me?”

“You don’t know me that well.”

Nikolai moves his freehand, touching my chin as a way to ask me to look at him. I meet his gaze hesitantly. “Yes, I do, and that’s never bothered you before but it does now.”

Maybe this is a conversation better had bluntly. “It bothers me now because you’re too old to hold onto the daughter of a palace handmaid and I’m too old to pretend that our different statuses don’t matter.”

“Y/n,” he breathes, “Nothing’s changed. Status didn’t matter to me when we were children, and it doesn’t matter to me now.”

“You can afford to say things like that.”

“What good is my title if it means I can’t,” he pauses, eyes hesitant, “If I can’t keep things the same between us?”

I smile, the sadness of the look weighs on me and I can’t even see it. “Nikolai, you always knew things would change.”

“No, I--”

“You can’t tell me you think your future wife would like you having such a close relationship with a handmaid.” I press my lips together. “One day you’ll fall in love and get married and you’ll want me to leave your bedchamber as soon as dinner is over because you’ll be eager to spend time with your wife.” His gaze hardens. “And that’s not a bad thing. It’s actually a really good thi--”

The last syllable of my sentence dies in my throat. Nikolai, who must be possessed by something, leans down and presses his lips against mine. I beg myself to resist, but his gentleness is everything I’ve ever wanted. He releases my hands in favor of holding my face. That’s all it takes--my hands move without my permission, into his hair--pulling him closer to me. What am I doing? I’m insane. Placing my hands on his chest cautiously, I push just slightly. He’s quick to obey, pulling away while allowing his teeth to brush against my bottom lip.

I gape at him--taking in his now slightly swollen lips. “Nikolai.” He can’t do this to me. We’re friends. Despite the fact that I’ve loved him more than I should--we’re friends. “You’re being extremely unfair.”

He draws his eyebrows together, sitting up quickly and moving off of me. “I’m being unfair? I have spent my entire life loving y--”

I sit up, furious in a new way. “You have not!” This is the dumbest I have ever been. I move to stand, still feeling the softness of his lips against mine.

“Your tooth fell out.” The sharpness of his words forces me to still.

“What?”

I can’t bring myself to turn and look at him, but I’ve always been able to feel any heaviness he bears. The weight of it leaves little room for air in my lungs. “You were ten. I told you ‘girls couldn’t fight’ so you punched me in the face. That was the first time we ever fought--I didn’t mean to hit you in the face, but you moved. You moved and I hit you in the mouth and your last baby tooth fell out. I expected you to cry or get angry, but you just blinked at me and laughed. You were happy to lose your last baby tooth because it meant you were grown up. And then you smiled and asked me if you looked older. If anything, the gap in your smile made you look younger but I told you that you looked like a grown-up because I wanted you to keep smiling. Because your smile made me feel like I won something.” I turn on my heels, but I cannot meet his gaze. “That was the moment I fell in love with you--so don’t tell me I haven’t spent my entire life loving you.”

The weight of his words is harder to survive against than the heaviness of his feelings. “Nikolai, you know we can’t ever be together--”

“Why not?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” I manage, voice low, “You almost married the Sun Summoner--”

“That was political--”

“Exactly, your marriage is meant to be political, and if it happens to be out of love--which is what I hope you get, because it is what you deserve--it will be to someone of status.”

Nikolai stands, the movement is that of a king, not the boy I know. “I do not want status or to love someone else--I want you.”

“I can’t take that from you--”

“You can’t take anything from me because I’ve already given it all to you.”

I press my lips together, heart tearing for him. “I love you too much to ruin you.”

My words seem to snap something in him because his eyes darken, the way he watches me adjusting accordingly. “You can’t ruin something that’s always been yours.”

I let myself smile. At him. At his words. At the foolish hope the child in me has clung to after all of these years. I reach for him thoughtlessly, because I have the right to. Because I’ve always had the right to. He’s quick to respond, kissing me with much more security than before.

This time, he pulls away of his own regard. “You still haven’t admitted that you were jealous.”

His teasing smugness isn’t as sour to me anymore. “I wasn’t.”

Nikolai pulls me towards him easily, lips threatening to brush against me, warm breath against my face. “Are you sure, darling? You were awfully quick to claim what’s yours.”

I roll my eyes, grinning so widely I’m surprised my face doesn’t yet hurt. “You’re the one that fell for a ten-year-old girl with a bloody mouth.”

When he smiles back at me, he places a hand on my hip, pulling me forward slightly. “That I did.” He pulls me forward slightly. "Does this mean you can sleep in here again?"

"If anything, this is more reason for me to sleep in another room." He rolls his eyes, pulling me even closer. "But I won't tell if you don't."

Nikolai leans forward, pressing his lips to my forehead. "Deal."

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